Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

Because she didn't know how to get back, the school uniforms distributed by this church school were more similar to the religious robes worn by nuns and priests, with a large crimson patch on the hem of the originally black nun's dress.

The bleeding was extremely heavy.

It's right in the middle, how am I supposed to get back?!

Although she had a change of clothes, the church was not short of money. Each student had three or four sets of clothes of the same style. The problem was that they were all in the school building. In this state, even getting into the school building was a problem for her!

Okay, it's not that difficult.

The girl sat down again, trying to hypnotize herself.

It's not difficult; to put it more elegantly, it's just something that any lady would experience...

But it's still embarrassing!

To go back or not, that is the question.

Of course, there is another way.

The girl realized she couldn't get in through the front door, so she came up with another plan.

After all, a sense of urgency can motivate people to take initiative.

For example, climbing over the back wall.

but····

It hurts.

The girl sat on the toilet seat, clutching her lower abdomen. This was not just a matter of being embarrassed to talk about, but also a major inconvenience to her life.

Slow and prolonged pain.

Just like screwing a screw into a thread, it was an agonizing ordeal. I had no strength left and was covered in cold sweat.

Another hour passed.

This can't go on; we have to go back.

A great philosopher once said that there is only one kind of heroism in the world: to see life for what it is and still love it.

If this continues, I probably won't even be able to get breakfast tomorrow!

But that's still too embarrassing.

We can't wait until late at night when everyone is asleep to take action!

He slunk back like a complete loser.

But humans are such adaptable creatures. No matter how bad things seem from an outsider's perspective, when you do them yourself, you can always endure that self-reproach and keep going.

For example, they might slink back home and wait until everyone is asleep before taking any action.

But what should I say to the school janitor when it's time to change and wash my clothes?

Unless you don't wash it and just leave it there?

You can't hide the truth forever unless you completely destroy the evidence with this garment!

Never mind, I'll wash it myself.

It's unprecedented that the daughter of a prominent family in a church school would have to wash her own clothes; it's truly unheard of and unseen.

Having made her decision, the girl stood up and finally took her first step out of the restroom.

"Hey student? Why aren't you back in the dorm yet?"

"babble!!!"

The girl was startled by the man's serious questioning voice as he suddenly appeared in the hallway near the restroom. She froze on the spot, not even moved, still in the position of pushing open the door and intending to go down the escalator.

The man had his back to her. So the girl didn't turn around, but remained in this somewhat comical position.

"classmate?"

Seeing that the girl, who had already left school long ago, didn't react, the man decided to approach her.

The girl didn't dare turn around, but from the silhouette of the shadow cast by the other person, she could tell that it was a teacher. It was normal for a teacher to work at the school, but it was not normal for a student like her to be there.

We have to find a way to get out of this.

"I...I...Teacher, I'm here..."

I couldn't exactly say I was on my period. There was a deep red stain down the front of my skirt, like a trail of spilled red wine that had run down my back.

It's so eye-catching!!

However, if a definite answer isn't given, it seems the teacher is about to get closer.

"You are... a student in the Department of Precognition?"

"Teacher, I'm doing my homework..."

ha?

The man seemed to doubt that he had heard correctly, and adjusted his glasses. Precognitive abilities are indeed related to the surrounding elements, but why in the bathroom?

What kind of ridiculous reason is that?

The source of foresight, the so-called Originium Arts, is essentially an ability to interact with the mysteries in the surrounding environment through body language.

The premonitions they received were not fragments of the future, but merely some incomprehensible proclamations.

However, it must be said that these things have a certain degree of credibility, but they need to be analyzed in a complex way.

For some girls who aren't very coordinated, dancing can be a bit embarrassing.

"I... Teacher, I'm not very coordinated, there are too many people in the dormitory, it's so embarrassing."

Indeed, many students have this problem, so the college only requires the submission of the final assignment results, without investigating how the results were derived or where they were obtained.

But the problem doesn't seem to be like that.

"So you were in the bathroom... to dance?"

"Um, my origin is water..."

The restroom is well-hidden, soundproof, unoccupied, and has water.

The girl was panting heavily, and there were beads of sweat on the back of her neck, just like she had just finished a strenuous dance.

"Cough cough cough... Go back quickly, the road is difficult to walk on at night."

The male teacher's expression was a bit strange; this kind of answer caught the teacher off guard, as he had never encountered anything like it before.

As if it were an emperor's pardon and the light of God's salvation, the girl started heading downstairs and finally managed to make up a lie to escape from the teacher.

This is simply a miracle.

Upon reflection, she realized that her answer was flawless, and she admired her own ability to adapt to changing circumstances.

Until she arrived on campus.

If you go out from here, you can enter the school building, but unfortunately...

Several security guards are there!

The entire college has only one exit, and you have no choice but to go through it, but it is surrounded by bright lights.

Like holy light and a ghost that fears the light, the further the girl walked, the more the light illuminated the crimson figure, leaving her nowhere to hide.

What can we do? The crimson color is even more glaring in the cold light; we can't fool anyone about this.

Oh my God, what should I do?

However, heaven and earth will not answer your prayers, and the gods will not respond to such a ridiculous plea.

However, aside from God, it's not that no one cares.

For example...

"Let me help you!"

Suddenly, it was as if the set of a cheesy comedy had suddenly turned into a horror movie!

A somewhat unnatural laugh came from behind the girl!

"Ugh!!"

P.S.: Guess who the female lead is in the extra chapter!

Section 81, Chapter 78: [Who gave you the illusion that you weren't in a dream world?]

It was supposed to be a small-scale explosion.

Is this what you call a small-scale explosion?

A strong, fishy stench and the stench of something burning filled the surroundings.

Even though Swire believed he had created enough distance, the impact of the explosion was still too intense.

Everything around seemed to have been mostly destroyed by the impact, even the alleyway had disappeared.

The illusion has vanished!!!

"It hurts..."

The shockwave from the explosion knocked Swire over, and the bruises from the repeated friction against the ground were still a bit painful. The girl clutched the superficial wounds on her joints.

Although she lost a phone, it was a birthday present for her.

However, the reward was still quite good; at least as a price, she traded a mobile phone for the result of breaking the illusion.

If the illusion has disappeared, it means that the person who maintained the Originium Arts has stopped maintaining its operation.

With such a huge explosion, that guy definitely can't survive.

Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not, but the feeling of surviving a disaster makes me want to take a nap.

so tired.

Oh, right!

Where is Yelena?

Remembering the important point, Swire stood up and looked for her companion.

Step by step, Swire finally found Yelena, who had also been thrown aside by the impact of the explosion.

Yelena had already woken up. She had quite a few scrapes on her body, but thankfully, they were just scrapes.

"We need to find a way out. By the way, where are we?"

Looking at the tunnel surrounded by brick and stone walls, and the terrain that was high on both sides but extremely low in the middle, Swire really couldn't figure out where he was.

The most dangerous aspect of illusion is the separation between consciousness and body. Although I ran through the alley in the illusion for a long time and it felt incredibly real, it was all just an illusion. It was more like a dream that I could recall.

Neither of them had any recollection of being brought to such a place, which shows the danger of illusions. Although their offensive power is weak, their ability to create trouble is by no means low.

"It might be a sewer."

Suddenly, Yelena, who was standing next to her, shared her thoughts.

This is indeed a sewer, but it is quite dry due to the climate. If it rained heavily, it would definitely be flooded.

"In short, since it's underground, we have to go up to find out exactly where it is."

It feels pretty good to be defeated and alive, but Swire doesn't want to go through it again.

It's so scary.

The two slowly walked out of the sea of ​​fire, without checking whether the other was completely dead, because they were surrounded by the fire and could not get close at all. Even if the other was not dead, he would have been burned to death.

Swire comforted himself in this way.

The two walked slowly through the tunnel surrounded by bricks and stones. At one point, Swire couldn't carry on any longer and had to be supported by Yelena.

The two children were dressed in tattered clothes, with scratches on their arms and legs, looking like defeated dogs. Yet, their eyes shone like stars, a testament to their survival.

What a magnificent feat!

Defeating a supervillain with such a small body is just like something out of a story.