3rd Chapter: The First Scenario
The air crackled.
One moment, Yassu stood in the cold glow of the Role Gate—an archway of black stone pulsing with cursed light. The next, reality tore open like burning paper, and he was *thrown* into heat, noise, fear.
Sound hit first—screams muffled behind panic. Then smell: sweat, piss, metal. He blinked.
He was inside a classroom—but not his own. Rows of wooden desks crammed with students frozen in terror. Walls cracked under graffiti slogans. Fluorescent lights flickered above like dying stars.
**Coaching Center Gamma-9**, a place for final-year Awakened to train before Arena trials.
But now? A tomb waiting to seal shut.
Two terrorists paced at the front—black masks, rifles slung over shoulders. AK-47s gleaming under sharp light. One tapped his earpiece constantly; the other kept kicking over chairs just to hear them break.
At the podium sat Ms. Lira—tall, sharp-eyed math professor with curves that made boys stare and teachers gossip—and today… blood on her lip from refusing blindfolds.
Yassu felt it all slow down around him—the beat of hearts (150+), breaths syncing like waves before storm… and *his* pulse?
Calm.
Cold joy curled in his gut as he realized:
This wasn't survival test for others—
It was an **opportunity** for him.*
He glanced sideways through narrowed eyes—not at escape routes or heroes (there were three nearby—he could sense their power hum)—no… he studied chaos itself.*
Where fear spreads easiest? Back left corner near bathroom door—girls huddled there already weeping.
Weak point in ceiling tiles above supply closet—could be rigged?
Ventilation shaft wide enough for child—or small adult if they crawl slow.
And those damn guns…
Not magic weapons—but bullets still kill Awakened fools who think fate protects them.*
Then came System Prompt—invisible words burned directly into his mind:
> **DUNGEON ENTRY CONFIRMED**
> Location: Coaching Center Siege (Simulated Reality)
> Mission: Survive 12 hours — Role Enforcement Active
> Participants:
> - 1 Heroine (unknown location)
> - 3 Heroes *(detected)*
> - 5 Side Characters *(nearby)*
> - 1 Villain — **You**
New text flashed beneath:
🔥 ***BONUS OBJECTIVE UNLOCKED*** 🔥
Do something evil = +20 points each time
Mass panic = +50
Kill enemy without being seen = +75
Turn ally against another = +100
If you collect enough points—you can unlock hidden path later…
Yassu smiled slightly—a thin crack across his face no one saw beneath shadowed desk row one.*
So this is how it starts?
No grand war… just scared kids and two madmen playing soldier?
Perfect.*
Because real villains don't charge guns head-first…
They wait.* They watch.* They make sure everyone else burns first while they walk untouched through fire—
And right now?
His mind raced faster than prayers whispered by trembling lips around him—
Which student cracks next? Who'll beg? Who'll try heroics too soon?
Could I push one toward gun accidentally during rush hour simulation pause?
Or whisper lies into ears already half-mad with fear?
Yes... yes...
Already... delicious thoughts bloomed dark behind his eyes...
Let twelve hours begin."
Time ticked forward—one minute passed since arrival—and Yassu had done nothing visible...
Yet everything had changed inside him."