Survive in Azure Files

Survive in Azure Files

Author: Otter of Chaos

Summary:

I woke up from my dream with incomprehensible mumblings echoing in my ears.

I forgot myself and lost my past. I looked around and realized that I was in hell.

The sound of explosions resounded through the blue sky, bullets raged in the streets like a torrent, and the flames of war were burning on this land all the time.

The aliens living here have seemingly fragile bodies but are not afraid of ordinary firearms. They form gangs and factions for their own purposes and fight each other all day long.

Then, they found me.

They called themselves students and told me this place was called Kivotos.

They also call me like this -

teacher.

Prologue Before the gears turn

Chapter 1 I am a sensei in another world

United City [Kivotos].

A super-giant academy city consisting of thousands of political entities named "Academy", their subordinate autonomous regions, and the highest administrative body, the Federal Student Union, which directly governs the area [DU].

In the suburbs of DU, in the office building where the Federal Investigation Department [Xia Lai] is located.

I, who had just taken over as the manager of Xialai, was standing by the window of the club's office, observing the distance through a telescope.

Although the location is relatively remote, it is not far from the three major university campuses, and there are many people walking on the streets in the early morning.

If those intelligent beings that walk in human clothes can be called humans in a broad sense.

Cats and dogs that walk upright on their hind legs, as well as robots of various shapes, are the most common residents of Kivotos. However, their appearances make me feel funny, absurd, and even terrifying.

The students of Kivotos, on the whole, are similar to my impression of humans.

They are not covered with fur, nor are they made of cold steel. Apart from the body structure that some pure-blooded humans will never have, each of them is a beautiful young girl.

However, the halos on their heads, the animal ears, horns, wings on their bodies... still prevent me from completely viewing them as the same kind.

Aliens who do not cause disgust and can attempt normal communication, this is how I now view the vast majority of students with non-human signs.

If I try harder and use those organs as decorations, perhaps I can ease the discomfort in my heart.

Or maybe, in the future I will be able to overcome this subtle psychological barrier and instead calmly view these as cute points.

After a long time, I put down the binoculars in my hand, exhaled a breath, and once again sadly accepted the reality that I had traveled to another world.

Yes, I am a time traveler. Perhaps a qualifier is needed before this identity.

A time traveler who has lost his memory.

I don’t know who I am, or why I came to this place. The only thing I can remember is my name and some basic common sense.

As for why he could still believe that he was a time traveler even though he had lost his memory?

That's a stupid question.

As we all know, experience is the basis for forming personality.

No matter how many things I have forgotten, as long as my personality has not completely collapsed, the underlying memories that support the formation of my personality are enough to make me understand the current situation.

When I feel a strong sense of disharmony in everything around me and my individual thinking logic does not deviate, it means that I must be in an environment that is very different from my past cognition.

Time travel is the only possibility.

At the same time, whether using it or looking at myself in the mirror, this body will not feel unfamiliar, so it can be regarded as proof of wearing it.

I don’t know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

I may be the only pure human being in this area full of aliens.

With an inexplicably heavy heart, I sat back at my desk and took advantage of the last time before starting work to sort out my brief experience.

First of all, tracing back to the source of memory, it was an incomplete dream.

After waking up from the dream, the content was quickly forgotten, leaving only a piece of ambiguous words etched in the mind.

"…What we are looking forward to is the seven sighs."

“…We still remember the ancient rules of Jericho.”

When I opened my eyes, I was already in an unfamiliar office. A girl who claimed to be the administrator of the Federal Student Union provided me with the initial information.

I am a new sensei who was invited to work in Kivotos.

Before I could gather more information, several girls came to the administrator in a threatening manner and demanded that the student council president come forward.

The physical characteristics of those people extinguished the hope in my heart.

The administrator of the Federation Student Union, Qi Shenlin, has a pair of pointed ears like an elf in literary works, and a blue halo that floats in the air and moves with his head, flickering.

When I first noticed these two abnormalities, I convinced myself that Qi Shenlin had undergone plastic surgery. Because not only her ears, but also her appearance was as exquisite as a fairy in a fairy tale, with no flaws.

As for the latter, let's just treat it as high-tech.

However, one would be fine, but there were four or five beauties of this level appearing at the same time, and each of them had something different from ordinary people... should we say it was superfluous limbs... ?

This was definitely not the environment in which the foundation of my character was laid.

At that moment, I understood everything.

Either I am dreaming, or I have come to another world.

What happened afterwards left me somewhat dazed.

That was due to a strong impact on the worldview.

Wait a minute, how did these aliens manage to be hit head-on by so many bullets without even having their clothes torn? They just stepped back a few steps and cried out in pain as if nothing had happened?!

When did charging under a hail of bullets literally become a situation where one cannot even cause minor injuries to normal carbon-based life?

All I can say is, it is indeed an alien. It is indeed an alien.

Anyway, after reluctantly taking on the role of commander and going through several rounds of battles that were completely contrary to what I had been taught, I advanced all the way to the underground of Chalai with my students.

Here, I met a student wearing a mask who ran away in panic after seeing me. When I noticed the animal ears and tail of the other party, I was not too surprised.

Qi Shenlin, who arrived later, found a tablet computer called "Shiting's Box" in the basement, which was said to be left to me by the missing president of the Federation Student Union.

Using the words I had gotten from my dream as the password, I successfully logged into the system and experienced the black technology of consciousness transfer.

With the help of system administrator Alona, ​​the management authority of the Sanctuary Tower was successfully recovered and handed over to the Federation Student Union. Qi Shenlin introduced Xia Lai's authority and activities...

I was like a puppet, passively accepting all this.

The complex and huge amount of information caused me, who had lost my memory, a lot of trouble. After sending away the students who came to help, I decided to try to deal with the files left by Shichishin Rin first.

Then I was completely sunk.

I have no idea where to start. I have amnesia, so that's understandable, but Super Alona is just like me, so she's unworthy of being a secretary.

So, after explaining my lack of ability to Nanami Rin, I contacted one of the students I met today and asked for help based on her advice.

Fortunately, the student happened to be free and willing to serve as the monitor for today.

In the remaining time, I searched and learned some basic information about Kivotos through the Internet and with the help of Alona, ​​and became more and more convinced that I was in a different world.

Whether it is the social structure, intelligent race, production capacity, or technological level, I am extremely surprised.

As a pure-blooded human, I shouldn't have the unreasonable defensive capabilities of the local intelligent life forms. If I were to be shot through, I would at least be seriously injured, right?

And there were gunfights almost every day in Kivotos.

I am deeply saddened by such a harsh environment.

Being trapped in hell, with no relatives and even amnesia, what a tragic start.

It was not until late at night that I struggled to fall asleep on the luxurious bed in the Xialai Lounge, with the tiny hope that all this was just a dream and that I would be able to return to my own reality when I woke up.

The result was disappointing and the wish did not come true.

So, I can only make the best of what I have and try my best to survive in this world full of weirdness and disasters.

"咚咚-"

There was a knock on the door, and I subconsciously looked at the tablet. It was the agreed time, so I quickly raised my voice and said, "Come in."

The next moment, the student I chose to seek help pushed the door open.

"Good morning, sensei."

"Well, good morning, Hayase-san."

Yuuka Hayase of Millennium Tech Academy.

It has a reassuring appearance.

I tried my best to ignore the halo around her head and stared into her bright purple eyes.

I sincerely hope that in the days to come, I can get along well with this child who is the most human among the students I met yesterday.

"Sensei, just call me Yuuka."

Yuka looked away slightly, her fair face slightly reddened, and she twisted her hair with her fingers as if subconsciously. Then she came closer, grabbed a chair, and sat next to me.

The ponytail brushed across my nose, and I seemed to smell the scent of Yuka shampoo.

It seems to taste like lemon.

At this time, Yuka found two documents from the pile and handed one of them to me.

"I'll do this first as a demonstration, and you can imitate me and do the other one. Please watch carefully. According to my calculations, the time is quite tight. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me."

In this way, under the guidance of "teacher" Youxiang, I worked hard to learn how to handle documents throughout the morning.

Chapter 2 Yuuka Doesn't Like Me

In Xia Lai's office.

I stood in front of the quietly humming machine, waiting for the black liquid to drip from the pipe until the liquid level reached two-thirds of the height of the container wall.

Add fresh milk taken out of the refrigerator and a little sugar, and stir with a stirring stick until it turns into brown. The coffee is ready, which is both refreshing and not too bitter.

I took two cups of coffee and returned to my desk. I placed one of the cups to the left of Yuka, who was carefully reviewing a report, so that she could use it easily.

I discovered two days ago that Yuka's dominant hand seems to be her left hand. At this moment, she is also supporting her cheek with her right hand and writing with her left hand.

"Thank you for your hard work. Be careful with the heat."

"Ah, thank you sensei."

Yuka looked up at me, then quickly lowered her head, her eyes fixed on the contents of the paper, probably studying some difficult problem.

After a brief conversation, I sat in the chair next to her, took a sip of slightly hot coffee, and continued my unfinished work.

My cup and Yuka's cup are placed close together, because both were bought by Yuka, only the colors are different, which makes them look like limited editions for couples.

And while processing simple and boring documents, I still had enough time to distract myself and recall what happened in the previous two days.

This is the third day since I officially started working.

Thanks to Yuuka's help, I quickly learned how to handle files properly. Perhaps, rather than "learned", "remembered" would be a better way to describe it.

Of course, there were some minor setbacks along the way.

Yuka works as an accountant in her club. She is good at math and can handle related tasks with ease.

However, when faced with difficult paperwork with lengthy text and obscure terms, Yuuka would show an embarrassed look and then ask for help from classmates in the same club on a chat software called "momotalk".

By borrowing Yuka's mobile phone, I also received remote teaching from the student named Noah, and benefited a lot from it.

In short, with our efforts, we finally completed all the work before nightfall.

At that time, Yuuka was quite cute when she proudly said, "My calculation is perfect."