
The screams of death from the lamentation of the many who were caught in the trap.
The cry of those who lost their comrades. Whether new or long known.
The wail of despair from those who give up the struggle and surrender to death.
Fighting spirit is called upon from those who resist death and despair.
The voices echoed like a choir that never rhymed. One thing that is true about it is how painful the current situation is.
“No, I don't want to die, please!”
“I want to go home, please let me go home!”
“I'm sorry, fuck evolution, I just want to live peacefully!”
“It's too late, see you.”
There is no remorse for the choices made.
If someone regrets the path they chose, they should not have made a choice in the first place. Lying looking at those who kept walking forward, they should be like that.
No matter how wrong the path has been chosen, as people who choose them should live and not regret.
“In this world there is no such thing as an exact answer. There will always be mistakes no matter which one you choose. It doesn't seem like everyone thinks so.”
Different from those people. Ray won't regret the path he chose.
If only because something is not in line with his wishes then there is no need to make regrets.
Rather than regretting it, it would be better to think of a way to fix it.
People who regret choices are examples of those who find it difficult to move forward and achieve their goals.
— Someone occupied a chair. (2/6) —
Ray was slightly surprised by the notification that had just appeared.
Staring at the chair he found a man whose face was covered by hair was sitting on the chair.
She kept a considerable distance from Erina but somehow the woman approached her and asked me to speak.
Ray could not hear their conversation with much wailing and screaming. He then began to focus on going through the obstacles.
“So far I managed to observe halfway thanks to those people. However ..”
The field changes every few minutes.
The closer the path to the chair the more formidable the trap that appeared. If previously there was only a small needle then now a burst of fire appeared.
Ray still had wounds on his body and it would be a bit of an obstacle for him. Other than that the other problem was that the people who reached halfway started killing each other.
There are a wide variety of degrees, from weak to strong. It's a big flaw for me but on the other hand no one uses any weapons.
Ray is grateful to have had preparations long before the Market could not be used. Even so he could not rely too much on it because the Degree remained at two levels higher.
“Now ... we start.”
Ray walked leisurely as he passed the dead bodies of the humans in the first half.
Personally Ray made the path in front of him into three parts. First half, middle and end.
In the first half there are only pillars that appear from left and right, up and down.
The location does not change at all so it is not difficult to get through it. In addition, the location of the corpse and the blood that is there is a real clue to the location of the trap.
It's a pity I didn't see how the guy acted but what it's okay to do.
With all the traps in the first half easy to pass, it is precisely a new hell starting from the middle half.
Taking a deep breath and focusing himself on, Ray exerted all his strength to his feet. His feet took a strong yet silent step and slipped among the crowd.
“Ho? He is a unique man. Not only is he so calm and apathetic, he has the ability.” Erina watched Ray from her chair with interest.
“Mein, you better sit down before someone else occupies.”
“Good, Miss.”
In the middle half Ray finds the first trap: a dangerous laser that cuts through anything.
With great motion ability, Ray rolls, salto and back flip to perfectly pass through.
Unlike the first task where the laser cannot be seen, this time the laser is able to be seen clearly.
“The first trap was successfully passed. Next is—”
As Ray prepared for another trap, he felt footsteps approaching him followed by a desperate cry.
“Death!” A man who looked almost crazy approached Ray. With his left hand resembling a sword blade, the man raised it high and pointed it at Ray.
Without a sense of panic Ray calmly stepped forward and punched the stomach of the man who attacked him strongly.
The strength of his fist was enough to make that person feel intense pain and spew out liquid.
Ray then sneaks in and helps the gun to his head from behind.
“If you want to kill someone then do it quietly like assassin.”
His words were cold enough to hear and not to forget Ray stole the DP that the man had before shooting him in the head.
The man's body fell weak thanks to the hot lead piercing through his head.
Ray intended to leave him alone but now he began to be surrounded by other participants.
It was not surprising because the sound of the gun being fired was so loud and would provoke interest.
“He has a gun with him. The man will be a hindrance.”
“Ya ... could have shot us unwittingly.”
“It's better to vanish him before he wipes us out.”
“He won't be able to shoot if we attack him simultaneously.”
“Sorry, I don't know who you are yet we do this for our good.”
Five people surrounded him. Three men and two women. They surrounded Ray in a small circle.
Even for Ray facing five people is a difficult challenge. Not to mention the existence of the Degree was a big deal.
“Keep together? Even if you kill me there will be no guarantee the trap does not kill you.” Ray said with sarcasm.
“It ..” The blonde woman wanted to deny but couldn't because Ray's words were fact.
“Even if it is true, by killing you we can minimize the risk of death.” Brown hair guy gives denial.
“That's quite funny considering out front there is a much more dangerous killing machine.” Ray stared elsewhere in front of him.
A place where a fight between powerful Degree users takes place. No one can relax there because a lot of killers are wild.
By reducing people a little will probably increase the chance of occupying the chair. It is the basic thinking that will soon appear after understanding the task given.
"Sitting one of the six seats, only those with seats will survive."
The sentence that Erina had previously emphasized created this mess faster than expected.
Perhaps this terrible sight was what the woman wanted to see.