
The night passed quickly. Kurumi was still in high spirits. She patted her reddish little face with both hands and got up to eat.
He fried the eggs in a hurry and finished a glass of milk. Fortunately, the stomach of this body is easily satisfied.
He took a lot of clothes from the closet and put them in his inventory. His intuition told him that there would be a disaster today. Well, actually, he predicted it. Yesterday, Lord God gave the mission of "escape". According to his memory, a violent incident on campus will occur this afternoon.
Because it didn't happen yesterday, it will happen today. God will not be so kind as to let you live a comfortable life.
After putting on her school uniform, she took stockings. Of course, they were not the type that would connect thighs and skirts. Instead, they revealed traces of snow-white skin. Black stockings will wrap the legs. Its subtlety made people want to touch it a few more times. Kurumi forced herself to resist her wishes.
He walked into the mirror and admired her. "Truely, Kurumi is still the most suitable for black stockings!" Mo Xiao shouted excitedly in his heart. Beauty in the mirror gets a bit of charm, making people get the urge to commit crimes.
Then Kurumi goes to the supermarket to buy food and takes a taxi to school. After paying, he found that there was not much left in his wallet. He comforted himself in his heart, reminding himself that it was no problem. The world will collapse in the afternoon. What good is money?
It was not that she did not think of what to do if that did not happen, but with the speed that the Lord God usually used, Kurumi felt that she had found the answer and hoped that the Lord God would not disappoint her.
It was another morning that everyone noticed, especially a beautiful pair of stockings. Many men have taken pictures of them and posted them on campus. The school does not allow cell phones, but replies still quickly fill in the comments below. There is a bad smell that can be smelled through the screen.
However, all of this had nothing to do with Kurumi. It's noon already. He found a roof to finish his lunch and began to observe.
This should be the roof where the protagonist and the other two first arrived, right? Let's wait here for them. It's easy to sneak into a team like this! Continuing to observe the terrain, he realized that Fujimi Academy was quite small, not too big, and easy to remember the layout.
Kurumi closed her eyes and rethought the main team's escape route in the anime. Sure enough, following Takashi Komuro from the start is the best way to save energy!
"Hey, see what I found?" Takashi Komuro, who was standing at the corner of the stairs, had a deep expression on his face. He should just complain about Rei Miyamoto, right?
He stood at the highest point of the roof and looked at the peaceful streets. People are busy with their own things, not realizing that it will be a hell scene in a few hours. Kurumi suddenly felt that she was lucky. Although he was still not separated from the hands of the God Lord, he was in a much better position than the natives of this world!
It was as if they were born only for this world, for the sake of the handful of people who were its center. There is nothing without "them". Even their lives are arranged. Isn't this sad? At least he was still struggling and could still fight!
He shook his little head to dispel his chaotic thoughts. He was ready to go back to class. After all, he was a good student.
That is the truth. In just a few minutes after class, Kurumi pretended to be sick. The teacher immediately agreed to leave and allowed him to go to the hospital. Under the concerned gazes of the students, he walked out of the classroom with a pale face…
“If I don't work as a Reincarnator in the future, I might be able to be the queen of movies, right. My acting should be able to get an Oscar, right?” Kurumi was outside the classroom again, but she did not forget what she was going to do. He ran to the roof.
Then, relying on his extremely high 1.5 coordination stat, he instantly rose to the highest point. Although his posture was not elegant, who would notice him? He did everything for the mission!
Sitting on the side, he looked out into the street.
At this point, many areas have been in car accidents. It seems like the so-called "virus" has already erupted, so this is how it started?
Turning his head to the school gate, his powerful eyesight clearly reflected a middle-aged man with a pale face and twisting eyes. He looked like a drunk and a slacker as he staggered.
Kurumi thought of the zombie scene feasting on corpses in the original work. He scrunched up his delicate brows. There are too many people in Japan, and it's also a small country. With his current strength, it was impossible for him to survive falling into a group of zombies.
After all, turning others into zombies only required one bite.He did not have the aura of a protagonist!
Takashi Komuro sees a riot going on at the school gate. He hurriedly ran to the teaching building. Kurumi knows that she will find her childhood sweetheart. He was serious and took it as everything.
He rolled his eyes. What does this have to do with him? He took out the Stainless Steel Sword from his inventory and placed it in front of him.
He was ready to appreciate the human nature of this world. Will it be more interesting than the previous world?
After watching for a while, he regretted it. They were obviously just butchers. Even ordinary girls are benefited when they are bitten. Although the flesh and blood were real, Kurumi's expression did not change.
After experiencing the six worlds of reincarnation, he had seen all sorts of disgusting things. He even felt a little bored. He looked into the distance. Cars collided and explosions continued to ring, but no police came to investigate. Traffic systems have long been a mess.
Death began to fill the road. He saw the couple pushing their loved one to death for a moment longer. Friendship between friends is like a small boat in the middle of a raging storm, on the verge of being overturned with the slightest touch.
Some people choose to commit suicide. Some people think it's just a dream. Some people released darkness deep within their hearts, and riots exploded everywhere.
Kurumi looked at all this coldly. Kill and be killed, betrayal and humiliation fill the land. Although there was some shining human brilliance, it was insignificant.
Taking a deep breath, Kurumi stepped forward, the smell of smoke filling the air. On the ground, he revealed a slightly abnormal smile. It was as if he had returned to the era of mutual deception in the main god chamber. The calm blood on his body started to boil again. He likes the feeling of doing what he likes. The only thing he needed to do was protect the insignificant mission of the main god.
He still had to rely on God to tour the various Worlds. Even if they made use of each other, he only had one last request. It was to go to the World of Date A Live and meet his goddess. Even though she had the body of a goddess, she was not so perverted as to want to destroy herself.
Kurumi also had a bad feeling. From his observations of his body over the past two days, he might be the real Kurumi Tokisaki, but what exactly happened?
There was no reaction when he asked God, so he had to keep going. He will finally find the truth. He had to use his strength to enter the Main God Room, but he should not be as weak as before.
School broadcast started ringing, “There's a riot on campus now. Students, please pay attention to your safety..” “Ah – don't get close, don't get close!” "Zi - Zi -" Everyone was dumbfounded.
Kurumi stood up and cut the speakers on the wall. He doesn't like this sound.
The students are still confused. A piece of chalk fell, the crisp sound woke everyone up! The crowd is a mess. Takashi Komuro and his group, who had wanted to go down, began to move towards the rooftop.
Busujima goes to the hospital to find Shizuka Marikawa. Kohta Hirano and Saya Takagi escape the class, and Miyamoto Rei also meets his first opponent.
Kachi – “Ah-“
It was the sound of Hisashi Igou being bitten on his arm by a zombie. Kurumi did not want to come down to help. After all, he was a dead man.