Who... am I?
On the originally clear mirror, this line of bloody words gradually emerged, and an inexplicable wave of dizziness assaulted Leo.
At the same time, inside his mind, he actually began to question himself.
Fortunately, his [Energy] had already reached the limit of a human; otherwise, he felt he would definitely have succumbed to it.
—Damn it! There's even mental assimilation! Aren't there too many filthy things in this dungeon?
Looking at it now, even though he took the risk to walk into this gloomy restroom earlier, the outcome doesn't seem like it would have changed much.
However, even though he could clearly realize that he was Leo, that inexplicable sense of dissonance still made him sick to the point of wanting to vomit.
What was more fatal was that the three Faceless Ones who were originally wailing on the ground seemed to have a trend of surrounding him in a triangular formation.
And the reason it was "seemed to"—
"Hiss!"
Although he didn't know what would happen if he were caught by these three Faceless Ones, he didn't want to give up his "First Blood" for tonight so early, so he fiercely bit the tip of his tongue.
The next moment, his mouth was full of the metallic taste of rusty blood, but his chaotic spirit was finally jolted awake.
"Sure enough, they went back..."
Relying on the pain to shift his attention away from the mirror surface, he looked again at those three Faceless Ones. At this moment, they had "returned" to their original spots to wail, as if they had never surrounded him at all.
However, he could be certain that if he had hesitated for even a second just now and let them touch him, he would definitely have ended up like Shang Yang, learning just how strong horses are... No, these Faceless Ones are much stronger than horses!
Anyway—
"Phew... I'm out."
Walking out of the restroom, although he understood he hadn't escaped danger yet, at least he hadn't given up First Blood because of a mirror, which was much better than when he faced Lord Guard Zombie last night.
Standing in front of the restroom door, he looked left and right, discovering that not only was there no one in the corridor, but even the classrooms were empty, seemingly the same as the third floor he was on before.
—Is it because there's no specific impression left of this place, so the lack of assets means nothing can load here right now?
At this moment, he had figured it out: he was likely inside the dream of that young girl whose name he couldn't speak.
And as long as he thought from that girl's perspective, presumably she didn't have the energy to record the appearances of these upperclassmen at that time.
However, just as he was thinking this, he inexplicably felt a sense of crowding.
On this clearly empty corridor, it seemed to be full of people!
Furthermore, even from those empty classrooms, gazes filled with different emotions were now being cast his way.
There was malice, pity, desire, disgust... but the only thing missing was kindness!
"Truly hated by everyone..."
Understanding that this was the girl's collective impression of the third floor, he knew he couldn't stay here any longer; he had to get down to the second floor immediately.
Otherwise, he had a premonition that those gazes would eventually turn into malice... After all, this place was the manifestation of the girl's mind, and also everything the girl had once experienced!
However, as soon as he wanted to go downstairs, the sense of crowding became even more intense.
Especially as he got closer to the staircase leading down, this force became greater.
Admittedly, his [Strength] wasn't at the human limit, but 7 points could still be considered a relatively powerful adult.
Yet now, he felt like he was sailing against the current, even feeling as if he could be squeezed back at any moment.
What was more fatal was that the originally tightly closed classroom doors were opening bit by bit, and those gazes were retracting their pity, starting to become vicious.
—No good! It definitely won't be in time at this rate!
Realizing that he would definitely be attacked by these invisible monsters opening the doors before he could get downstairs, he desperately started thinking of a solution.
Although the mirror earlier reflected a purple-haired girl, leaving aside the fact that he didn't feel any changes in his stats, the key was that when he placed his hand on his chest, he didn't feel any particular softness.
In other words, his body hadn't undergone any changes; the appearance in the mirror simply represented his current identity.
Since that was the case—
"Sexual harassment!"
Covering his chest with both hands, he shouted as he ran downstairs.
And this time, there was no longer any sense of crowding around him; he even felt the surrounding air had become fresher.
—Can you guys block this punch of mine, backed by twenty years of kung fu?
Sure enough, with this strike, no one could handle it!
Seizing the moment before any changes occurred, he quickly finished the last stretch and arrived at the staircase.
It was a pity this wasn't reality; otherwise, he would really feel quite a sense of accomplishment.
After all, this was the staircase guarded by Lord Guard Zombie!
And when his foot stepped onto the stairs going down, he instantly felt the surrounding space change.
By the time he reacted—
"Is this... a classroom?"
Although he really wanted to turn his head, this time he discovered he couldn't control his current body; his gaze was tightly locked onto the desk in front of him.
He saw that the desk, which should have been clean, was covered in scribbles and piled with filthy language, absolutely disgusting.
Inside the desk drawer, and under the desk, it was all used paper scraps, or wrappers for rice balls and bread, and even some sticky stuff of unknown origin.
It could be said that what was before his eyes was a trash can.
Hardened!
His fist hardened!
But no matter how angry he was at this moment, he couldn't do anything. His consciousness was firmly sealed inside this body, feeling the girl's incomparably despairing emotions.
The only thing that reassured him was that, according to the normal plot, a certain white-haired dumpling would definitely come next to illuminate the girl's heart.
Only... wait!
If the white-haired dumpling really existed, would there still be such intense resentment and obsession here?
So which step went wrong?
Or could it be... there is no white-haired dumpling at all!
Realizing this was the girl's past, he understood that the girl had not welcomed her savior.
It was precisely because of this that she would transform into the culprit who destroyed the entire city!
—2014, the Third Eruption broke out in Nagazora City!
I must do something!
I can't just watch helplessly like this anymore!
Recalling the mission's requirements for him, he needed to change the girl's past; watching any further would only lead to that tragic and despairing ending.
Fortunately, the originally stagnant scene changed at this moment.
The girl's head began to turn!
She seemed to be... confused about something?
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