1st Person (Junichiro)

It has been a while since the day I had first used magic.

Ever since that day, which I faced those 10 sword golems, and barely survived, there had been a slight change to my daily timetable.

As to be expected, this change was towards a bad direction. Of all the changes they could make to my timetable, why couldn’t they change the amount of sleeping time I had, or maybe even that shit-like porridge, soup, gruel, or whatever that weird liquid-like thing is.

And the thing that was changed, was the magical restructuring and modification routine. They had deemed it complete, and I am now forced to face horrifying monsters, in the name of combat experiments.

What is this, M**ster Hu*ter?

I had only found out later, but the golem I faced on the first day, was known as a .

Golems had always appealed to me as massive stone giants, not having sentience. Never thought they could take that form.

I had found the aforementioned rock golems however, and was also forced to fight it.

Basically, the geezer and his masked lackeys, forced me to fight various types of creatures in this world. Or, should I say, monsters.

They started it off easy from the beginning. Goblins, then cyclops, werewolves, twin-headed chimeras, a dinosaur-like dragon. There was even that one time when I had to fight a real fire-breathing dragon.

Those things certainly lived up to their name as monsters.

I almost became food more than once, even had a large hole punched through my abdomen, and my limbs were torn off as well.

However, as long as I had won the fight, those masked lackeys would give me the minimum level of healing, and I somehow was able to live up till now.

Even so, I still can’t help thinking that they would use my corpse as monster feed, if I happened to fail even once.

After all, I am but No. 56.

With fifty-five numbers in front of me, how special would I be? I don’t even have a name anymore, I am but a test subject.

With all this, I still refuse to die.

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Every day may be worse than death, but I still refuse to die.

One day, I might just go free, and meet everyone again.

Mana, Masaru, and Inaba, I wonder how are they right now? They are probably in the same situation as me.

Apart from happy delusions of freedom, another difference I had noticed, that ever since having a ring planted into my forehead, the time where I was ‘conscious’ was a lot lesser. I tend to fall into an ‘unconscious’ state every once in a while.

In this state of ‘unconsciousness’, I was aware of what I was doing, or what I had done, but it had felt as if everything was not done by me at all.

It was as if I had relinquished the driver’s seat to another operator.

If this continues, I am afraid that I might stop being me. Not Takanawa Junichiro, the carefree student, but No. 56, the obedient test subject.

The fact of me losing my sanity being not far away from reality is extremely frightening………

“No. 56, come out.” [Masked Man]

And once again, I am called out of my cell to fight more monsters in the arena. I wonder what will they send to fight me this time.

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What?

During the first test, I was forced to fight with 11 light golems. It was a really harsh battle, but I had already succeeded in proving that I could take down multiple light golems.

So why the hell are they making me fight another one? And only a single golem.

Doubting that the masked bastards were that stupid, I examined the golem once more.

This particular golem was adorned with an onyx-black armor, as compared to the standard white armor plating. Did it particularly mean anything?

Maybe it was a new series, that they had to test out. What better test subject than me?

It was also not armed with any sort of weaponry, just like the first golem I had fought. I was also able to feel a faint trace of dark mana.

This golem is able to use dark magic?

Well, since the spectator-sama isn’t saying anything, I’ll take the first blow.