Episode 132 < Wasteland. (2) >
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2.
“Look over there! Over there… .”
“Uh, what should I do? Should I call the teacher?”
Students gathered in the playground and pointed to the rooftop.
“What are you trying to do, boy?”
“I don’t know. I think I’m about to fall… .”
There was one student standing on the rooftop.
“oh my god?”
“crazy! “Someone call the teacher!”
“Over there! excuse me!”
Students kicking a soccer ball. Students taking a walk. Even students who leave school a little late. Children who were scattered all over the campus gathered in groups of twos and threes. It was an instinctive behavior. The students felt that something was happening and would happen that they could not handle alone.
“this……!”
Some people chose to act quickly instead of gathering without action.
“It’s not good. Confucius! Call 119. Name a school and say there is a student about to fall off the roof. hurry! “I’m going to go up to the roof and try to persuade that kid!”
Raviel did not send anyone to call the teacher. Instead of looking for someone to take responsibility for him, he reacted to the situation in a hurry. Raviel hurriedly ran to the main school building without waiting for my answer.
“ah… .”
When I saw Raviel’s back, my frozen body also relaxed. Yes. I don’t know what happened, but there is no time to hesitate. I quickly dialed my cell phone. no. 1. no. 1… … .
Push!
It was just before I pressed number 9 that something fell on the campus. At first, I thought the student had jumped. But the sound was too small to be a human body falling. That was the sound of a student on the rooftop throwing his cell phone and dropping it.
“…….”
I pressed dial 9 and looked up at the rooftop.
Our eyes met.
It was the face I saw in class. The child sat in the window seat in the back row and quietly studied alone. But at this moment, I felt like I was looking at the child’s face clearly for the first time.
The child’s eyes were black.
The child’s cheeks were white.
“——.”
The child lifted the corner of his mouth and sneered.
The child’s lips moved slowly. Silent sound. The distant, hidden voice was read by my eyes through the movement of the lips. It was a two-syllable syllable that you couldn’t help but recognize even if you tried not to.
[die.]
and.
Little claw-like fingers let go of the rooftop fence. Because I let go.
The wind.
People,
“■■■■■■■■!!”
The students screamed. The world became thick with noise. “Mi■!” Someone moaned hysterically. “■■Aaaaa■■■Ack!” Someone was shaking and tearing someone’s sleeve.
“Teacher■! Sun■!” ”■■,” ”■chin!”
All of a sudden.
School was no longer school. Everything is broken. The playground was a barren sandy desert. The main building was nothing more than an ugly prison.
The classroom was either a slaughterhouse where animals were slaughtered, or a breeding farm where animals were raised. The animals were always hungry for food. In a world where people were slaughtered and raised, humans were something that would become corpses.
Red.
A person is dead.
“…….”
I looked at the campus in confusion. The bricks were red. The redness spread further. Afraid that their toes would be covered in that red color, the students took a step back. Some people took out their cell phones. click! An artificial sound rang out.
“ah.”
The sound moved my body.
“Don’t take pictures.”
I approached the students.
“What are we going to do? now. Don’t take pictures! Stop!”
The students flinched. But more and more students were gathering. More and more people gathered, leaving soccer balls in the desert, flowers on walks, and turning away on the way home from school.
“Don’t take pictures!”
When I blocked one side, I took out my cell phone from the other side.
“I told you not to! f*ck it, don’t do it!”
An unknown emotion flowed back up my esophagus. I felt like tears would flow. It was anger. It was contempt. It was disgusting. In the school’s main building, from the first floor, the second floor, the third floor, the fourth floor, and the fifth floor, students stuck their heads out and looked at this place. Countless faces. With countless eyes.
I watched people.
“don’t do it!”
The sunset was red.
“Damn it,”
why.
“Please don’t do that!”
Hundreds of faces were expressionless. The Black Dragon Master looked at this place from the first floor. The Heretic Questioner showed his face from the third floor. The Paladin and the Count looked on from the campus. The children of Inferno Mansion surrounded me. Church members stood on the playground. click! click. They took pictures by moving their fingers.
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I am the one you murdered.
do not forget.
you killed me
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I looked up at the rooftop.
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“…….”
Raviel was looking down at me.
“But, Confucius.”
Raviel’s voice flowed through the red sky.
“Didn’t you kill him?”
The world has collapsed.
The sky turned red.
Red paint fell and drenched the ground.
People turned red, and my vision also turned red.
“—As you know, something unpleasant happened at our school.”
The principal said in the auditorium. The principal had the face of a sword saint.
“But I believe in our Shinseo Middle and High School students… .”
Red.
“He sent a text message like that. “Isn’t that really crazy?”
Students were whispering in the classroom. It had the faces of a count and a paladin.
“That’s right. “Looking back, he was a bit of a strange guy from the beginning.”
Red.
“I heard there are a lot of people making a fuss about that, but don’t worry. Things that can’t even be heard in front of you are making a fuss with just your fingers. Ugh. Those guys should have all their fingers cut off.”
My father drank whiskey at home. It was Bae Hu-ryeong’s face and laughter.
“Yeah dude. In life, you get hit and things like that. What, you just sat there dying over something like that? Isn’t that complete indulgence? hey! Call the Four Heavenly Kings! “Let’s go play a game together!”
My brother put his arm around my shoulder. The Flame Emperor said cheerfully.
Red.
“Yes, teacher, I am very sad too. “It’s sad, though.”
The homeroom teacher spoke from the podium. The homeroom teacher had the face of a poisonous snake.
“This is a very important time for you. When you enter third grade, time flies by at a hectic pace. In reality, the outcome is decided in the second year. “Consider what is important to you and calm your mind.”
The students opened their mouths. Everyone answered in unison.
“Yes, sir.”
Only the class president lowered his head in silence.
The class leader had the face of the Black Dragon Master.
A white flower was placed on the child’s desk. One day, two days, three days. In less than a week, the desk disappeared somewhere. I couldn’t tell who cleaned it up.
No student asked who cleaned it up.
There was no new desk installed in the window seat in the last row.
“…….”
The wind blew.
The curtain flew.
There was no one where the wind blew.
[Repeat the trauma.]
and.
[Penalty depth is high.]
[This is the way of living animals.]
Ding,
dong,
Dang,
dong.
A sonorous melody rang out.
It was noise disguised as sound. It was an electronic sound that imitated natural sounds. To hide the fact that he was just an imitation, the melody became more energetic and lively.
-The Broadcasting Department will inform all students remaining on campus.
fake.
-Except for students who will be studying independently at night, please leave school now. The Broadcasting Department informs you once again.
An object that has failed.
-Recently, there have been cases where students have been seen remaining on campus even after dismissal time. Among the students remaining on campus, those who have not signed up for night self-study are asked to leave school.
I feel sick to my stomach.
I opened my eyes.
“Senior, wake up! “I’m leaving school!”
“…….”
“what. “You’re already awake.”
The Heretic Questioner was distracted.
“But sleeping face down on your desk is not good for your health! It’s bad for your back, and more than anything, you can’t get a good night’s sleep. It’s midterm exam time soon…”
I did not wait for the Heretic Questioner to finish speaking. I stood up and ran out of the library. The Heretic Questioner’s voice was heard behind me.
“Ah, senior! “No running in the hallways!”
I gritted my teeth as I ran down the hallway.
‘i get it.’
The question has been resolved.
This was definitely the trauma of the Constellation Killer, Lefanta Aegim.
It’s just that [my memories] were overlaid like [skins] on Lefanta Aegim’s nightmare.
Same situation.
Same role.
However, instead of the people Lefanta Aegim remembers, the appearances are made up of people I have seen in my life. So the Black Dragon Master, Holy Knight, and Count became students. Master and Bae Hu-ryeong became parents.
And I am.
‘I am the perpetrator.’
There was a fishy smell in my mouth.
‘The role given to me is the main culprit of this situation.’
I have experienced many traumas so far, but each time I was an [observer]. There always remained the feeling of a first-person observer. But is it because the penalty increases as the rank increases?
I was a party here.
Not only me, but everyone I remember was like that.
Except for one person.
‘shit!’
Arrived at the stairs.
[Have the right attitude♪]
[Life is fun♪]
[Happy heart♪]
There was a funny slogan hanging on the stairs. Don’t play around. Really, don’t be funny. I cursed in my mind and looked up the stairs to the rooftop.
There, standing there, was the only person in this world [a person I don’t remember].
‘The Constellation Killer.’
He was a small child. He held on to the iron door, which was not open, and the student pulled it back and forth. Crash. Crash! The chain was so strong that it seemed difficult to break.
“ha… . key… … .”
The student sighed and turned his back. At that moment, our eyes met. The student paused for a moment, but then bowed his head politely.
He bowed his head to me and said hello.
‘Why didn’t you realize it sooner?’
When I found out that that kid was my classmate, I should have already known something was off. Isn’t it natural?
What kind of classmate in the world would [bow his head] and say hello to a child in the same class?
Something is wrong.
“…….”
The student looked at me and walked quietly. As he was about to pass by me, I called out to him.
“Wait.”
“yes?”
The student used the honorific as if it were natural. The child did not look directly at me, but looked up cautiously at an angle familiar to her body.
I felt a lump in my throat.
“……Give me your cell phone for a moment.”
“…….”
“Please.”
The student obediently handed over his cell phone. There was silence for a moment, but the silence was not resistance to my request for the cell phone. It was simply a question of my using honorifics.
I opened my phone without the password.
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Unconfirmed messages: 47
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I opened the letters one by one.
saw.
[I feel so bad for the juniors at my school TTTT ■■ I have to call you senior. Have you thought about how they feel? Doesn’t your conscience prick you?]
[Hey, are you chewing?]
[Shock! There are students who don’t wash their school uniform!?]
[■■… It’s really dirty. It’s dirtier than math school. How did it happen?]
[Yesterday, I was so happy when they greeted me in the hallway. Hey! I did that because I lost at rock-paper-scissors! Please don’t be mistaken ㅠㅠ]
[■■ lives in a garbage dump. All slippers and school uniforms are recycled. There is only one piece of trash that cannot be recycled, and that is ■■.]
[You smell really bad. Seriously, it sucks.]
[See you after class.]
widely.
I covered my cell phone.
I couldn’t read any more.
“…….”
I closed my eyes and breathed. I managed to calm down by taking a breath. In this trauma, I had no dagger hilt. There was no handkerchief that Raviel had given as a gift. It took a lot of effort to calm my emotions.
“why… ”
I looked at [The Constellation Killer’s past].
“Why do you bring your cell phone to school? “Just don’t bring it in.”
Then the student answered.
“… … “You said you would kill me if I didn’t bring it back.”
Cold saliva flowed down my throat.
I felt dizzy.
“Then, just throw it away. Throw it away. “If you say you lost it, there’s nothing you can do.”
“this.”
student.
The person who would later be called the Constellation Killer opened his lips softly.
“This is the cell phone that Confucius gave me. Something I used a long time ago… .”
“…….”
“We don’t have money at home… In return, you are also paying the fee. When Confucius tells you to come out, come out right away. For that purpose. You said you would kill me again if I lost it… .”
A building that has become an eyesore.
In this cage of masks, friendship imitating friendship, love imitating love, meaninglessness imitating meaning, pretending to be special and creating the extraordinary, there is only malice.
“Can I really throw it away?”
Only malice was not fake.
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