Surviving a Harsh Fantasy with Cheat Items (WN)

Chapter 102.1: Surviving the Harsh Reality, Origin

This prequel describes the incident that was the direct cause of Takerus transmigration to the harsh fantasy world. This is four chapters long.

I spent a few moments in a daze, looking out the classroom window.

Its another beautiful day with a few clouds.

At the podium, a mature Japanese teacher is talking about Soseki Natsume with a knowing look on his face.

How can I know what the author was thinking at that time when Im just reading what he wrote?

I cursed to myself I dont care.

I glance sideways at the prettiest girl in the class and when our eyes almost meet, I put my face down and read my book.

Or course, its not the textbook for the class. Ive already read the Japanese textbook when I got it so its boring to read it again.

Well, its not only in the Japanese class that I dont listen. Since I entered high school, I havent been listening to school lessons properly and have been reading novels(light novels) all the time.

I really got into a boring high school just because it happened to have the highest deviation score among all the schools I could get into.

As a complete dropout, I have already given up on the idea of having a decent high school life.

One good thing is that I can spend all day long reading books like this and get lost in my fantasy.

When my brain no longer accepts the Theory of War by Clausewitz, Ill read a slightly naughty novel in order to revitalize my tired brain.

No one interrupts me when Im doing this nonsense in Japanese class.

Thats what happened when I read Hermann Hesses Demian the other day.

If Im seriously doing something else, the teachers wont pay attention to me.

Maybe the teachers dont care about me because Im not the type to stand out and Im also a dropout.

Im not interested in other people either and it would be convenient if we were both submitting to each others interference.

But his Theory of War is boring compared to Sun Tzus Theory or Monarchs that I read last time. I understand that idea is important but I cant get into it.

But if I am summoned into another world, I will need this knowledge.

Even if youre an ordinary high school student like me, you will be able to play an active role as a hero with a magic sword no matter where you are if you are summoned to another world.

Even I know very well that transmigration is not real. Well, Im not being serious.

This knowledge is of no use in the real world. At best, it might be useful if you become a novelist but even that is as unlikely as going to another world.

But wait, transmigration is good but its hard to throw away the idea of being reincarnated and starting over from the beginning. This is the point that Im thinking about.

Both of them have their charms.

My fantasy imagination stopped when a scream echoed.

Kyaaaaaa!

A suspicious person wandered through the door at the back of the classroom and attacked a female student near the entrance.

Hes sexually harassing and hugging that girl. How can a pervert like that do something like that in broad daylight?

Just when I thought things were getting interesting, I saw blood splatter and realized this was no time to be amused.

A female student who was in the same class as me but whose name I didnt even know said, KYaaaa! was soon followed by gyaaaa. Soon, it became a deadly sight.

The pervert seemed not to be attacking her sexually but biting her so hard that blood splattered from her neck.

No, this must mean that he bit the flesh of her entire carotid artery.

She was bitten so hard repeatedly on the neck that blood sprayed all over the area.

Even though the schoolgirl was flailing around, the prowler, who was holding and biting her did not move away and eventually, her body ran out of strength and she lost her power.

No one could do anything in front of that flamboyant assault, which was like a scene from a movie.

What did you just.

The mature Japanese teacher, who had been standing there for some time in a daze, belatedly intervened to stop the suspicious person and became the next victim.

The bitten student was lying on her back in a pool of blood from her own neck, not moving.

Looking at the motionless student, I wondered if a human could bleed that much just from a deep neck bite.

I wondered if she was dead and looked at her while feeling chilly.

Gyaaa! Oi stop, stoppppp! No no no!

The language teachers wild and angry shouts quickly turn into high-pitched screams. Amidst the ruckus, screams, and yells, there was a distinctly unpleasant sound, as if a joint had been snapped or a bone had been broken, resounded.

Then, I heard the sound of flesh being torn off.

I guessed that the teacher had gone berserk with such force that the prowler, who has an eerily pale face, had restrained him with even more force, causing his arm to be ripped off as it was.

The teachers screams soon stopped and only the sound of flesh being chewed can be heard.

The classroom was instantly covered with loud shouts and screams as the teacher was killed and the air became thick with foul odor.

I think I just hear the switch that flips my daily routine into extraordinary.

My brain, which had been used to this kind of fantasy for a long time and specialized for the unusual, is flooded with adrenaline as I start to think lucidly and rationally. My sleepiness has been cleared so much that I felt super refreshed.

I look at the suspicious mans pale face. It looked like he was suffering from a vicious disease and the crusty skin on his chapped cheeks looked like it was about to fall off.

After devouring the male teacher, he staggered to get up on his feet as if drunk, unresponsive to all the noise around him.

My nose was smelling the stench of a rotting corpse, along with the thick scent of blood, and I think it is safe to conclude that this guy was a zombie.

I was lucky I happened to be sitting by the window. After all, in a death game like this, initial placement is everything. And the next thing that makes the difference between life and death is quick action.

I bypassed the center of the commotion and quickly and quietly escaped alone from the front exit of the classroom.

I quickly grab my bag, but Im sure this wont be a weapon.

There were no zombies in the hallway so I made my way to the shoe closet.

I toss my bag down and pick up my umbrella.

This one is easier to use given its longer reach.