Oh my fucking god, this is a scenario. But how? How is this possible? There is something going on here. So they really put microchips in our heads. This is some AR shit; this can't be real. Think man, think, technologically speaking, how is this possible? AR is one option; it can't be VR given the fact that I need a headset for it, so if this isn't something that breaks all rules of literally existentiality, there is only one possible answer... We all have schizophrenia. Man, I knew I shouldn't have played all those shooting games two weeks ago. I got PTSD.
As I was lost in my thoughts about how I got schizophrenia at 17 years old, my friend Michael started yelling at me.
"Bro, what the fuck is this?"
"Huh?"
"Don't huh me; you told me this is a mobile game, not real."
As I started to understand the situation we were in, I started laughing while talking.
"I don't have any idea how this is possible."
"Why are you laughing like a madman?"
"I don't know, but this is sick."
"Did you smoke something?"
"Not today."
"Huh?"
"Don't worry, you know I don't smoke."
"So what are we doing now?"
"Simple, we complete the mission."
"It says kill someone you care about, you really want to kill a friend, wait... you want to kill me!?"
"Of, don't look so frightened, if you actually read the scenario content, it says "Take the life of a living thing you care about", so that means I don't have to kill you."
(At least not yet, hahaha.)
What the fuck was that? I am sure I heard a voice. Nice, now I heard voices. Something is wrong with my brain for sure, but now I need to concentrate on the mission.
"What do you mean? It says living thing, which means human, and you don't have many friends, and I'm closer to you, ahhhhh."
"For gods sake, stop screaming, man; how did you even pass the biology class?"
"You are saying this to confuse me, to let my guard down; I'm not going to fall for this."
"Good grief! He's starting the whining again. Okay, I'll show you what I mean."
*throw* *meawwww*
"Huh?"
With a serious look on my face, I grabbed the cat by the back of the neck and threw it from the roof.
[Scenario complete]
[Level up]
[Distributing rewards]—[5000 coins and 200 orions have been distributed into your account]
"Open shop"
[Shop has been opened]
"Let's see, it looks like they've been distributed. I feel bad for the cat, but it's better for me to live than the cat. Since it's an NPC character, it will respawn, so it's not a big deal. For the moment, I can't buy anything, but let's check this out. Open the character box."
[Character box has been opened.]
It looks like I have 1 on every stat, but the samurai class gave me a boost of 10 on strength, sense, and agility. The hacker class gave me a 15 boost on Iq and sense; apart from that, it's all at 1.
[Character information]
[ Name: Andrew Shade, Shadow (display name)]
[Title — None]
[Level— 2]
[HP— 150]
[Class: Hybrid— Epic class Samurai, Unique class Hacker, and additional class (???) ]
[Skills: Swift Slash (0% mastery); Katana Sapient (0% mastery); Glitch Manipulation (0% mastery); Error Barrier(0% mastery), Virus Summon(0% mastery); ???; ???; ???; ???]
[Character Stats]
Strenght — 1(+10)
Agility — 1(+10)
Durability — 1
Iq — 1( +15)
Senses— 1(+25)
[No buff active at the moment]
Apart from those question marks, skills that I don't know about everything seem normal, but still, why is 1 at everything? Do I look that weak to you, system bastard?
Let's see how much I need to pay to upgrade my stats. 500 coins for a +1 upgrade? Are you serious, this is pure theft. Okay, fine, I will pay.
[You upgraded your durability with +5, 2500 coins have been deducted from your account.]
I think we are good for now.
As I was looking like a conscious gamer through my stats I got a big slap on the face.
"What was that for?"
"I called for you like 20 times, how can you be so calm in this situation? You killed a cat, and the world turned into a game."
"I can understand you with the cat thing, but the world turning into a game that's all gamers have dreamed of."
"I can't argue with you, so how do I finish my mission, I have 45 minutes left."
"Are you stupid or something, I literally killed that cat to show you."
You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.
"Show me what?"
I crouched next to him and started fixing his brain.
"Bro, I killed a cat and passed the mission; what does this tell you?"
"That you meet the requirements for passing?
"Yes, you see, thinking is possible; you are not a lost cause. Now, if killing an animal is the same as killing a human, what does that mean?
"That you can kill even an animal if you have feelings for it?
"Yes, but you learned at school in biology what is considered a living thing. Spit it out."
"Well, humans, animals, and plants."
"Finally, he is not stupid. Good grief, now we can proceed with the next step."
"What next step?"
"I spoke too soon; he may be stupid after all. I am talking about completing your mission. You know that tree that you planted outside."
"What about it?"
"I know you care about that tree, so now we will go outside and you will cut that tree."
"I can't do that, I worked a lot to plant that tree."
"You cut the tree and you live, you don't cut the tree and you die, it's your choice. I can't help you with it. The tree can't resist and can't attack you, so just cut it to live."
"You killed a cat, and you say it's easy to cut a tree, huh?" He said it to me in an angry voice.
"You keep talking about that stupid cat. Shut up, if this is the game, cats have 9 lives in the game, so it can respawn 8 more times, I may have taken the cat's life, but it has 8 left. As I said, cut the tree and live, or be an ecologist to the end and die."
"Ahhhh, ok, let's cut the damn tree."
With that, we got down, making our way through the scared people and a few who had already died because of the mission. Michael almost puked when he saw the lifeless bodies covered in blood as we walked down the hall.
The only reason we had the leeway to walk like this is because nobody can kill us because we don't have friends, unless there is someone who is a psychopath and wants to level up by killing all his classmates or holds a grudge against them.
When we opened the gate to go into the school yard, a girl fell from the sky. As we walked outside, we saw it was from the second floor, the 10th grade, our juniors, because we are in the 11th grade. On our way here, we went to the janitor room and took an axe. He didn't resist because he was dead, and from the gas canisters near him and the fact he died holding his throat, it's clear he drank that gas.
Such a stupid way to end your life, I thought to myself, taking one more glance at him before we left.
As we walked to where the tree was, we heard several screams. We also saw people getting trown from the window; it looked like we were in a zombie movie. That scenery with screams, the widow sill covered in blood, corpses on the ground, and the smell of death in the air
As for the teachers, they were the same; we heard all sorts of noises while we passed their office.
"So are you ready?"
"Yes. Let's do this."
He started to cut the tree, I don't know why he insisted on taking the axe, it was planted a week ago, so he could just break it in half, but as long as he passes the scenario, I don't care how he does it.
"I did it." He said when the message popped up in front of him.
"Let's go inside; we need to help our classmates."
As we made our way back to the class, it started to rain outside. As I saw the rain cleaning the blood from the school walls, seeing that scenery filled with sorrow, I thought to myself:
In the past, after great wars, on battlefields, thousands of people died, and the surviving ones, while tending to their injuries, started to doubt the purpose of war. In those times, was it raining like this? It was said several times in history that in places where people died, rain started to pour, supposedly the tears of the dead as well as those who lived, upon seeing the lives they took while following orders. If it was really like this, then I understand why peace was so much desired.
So with those mixed feelings inside me, we walked to our classroom to see what was left of it.
When we entered the school and made our way to the third floor, where our grade classes were, apart from the screams and the dead bodies, there was only one thing that caught my eye. There was only one door opened of 11th grade D class, and on the door written with blood was the following: I AM DEATH.
"Oh shit, who wrote that? Was someone in D class a murderer?"
"The only one who was so messed up to do that is Albert. And I'm pretty sure if we pass that door, he will lunge at us to cut our throats."
"Albert Reiss, he didn't look that crazy to me, are you sure?"
"I saw him two weeks ago, beating a kid so badly that he put him in a coma. He woke up a week ago, but you got the point."
"And his classmates?"
"He killed them, obviously, and now he's waiting for others."
"We can take a detour to be safe."
"That is cowardly behaviour; where is your spirit?"
"I'm trying not to die, but it seems like you are enjoying this. He may be messed up, but you are too."
"We can die in the next scenario, so let's enjoy the moment."
"If he attacks you, I'm out of here; I'll run straight to our class."
We walked, and when we were in front of the door, we saw a man standing on a pile of bodies.
"Welcome to your demise." He said while smiling at us.