They say time flows equally for everyone.
However, while time may pass fairly, the relative time each person has to address a particular incident can vary.
The planners of an event and those who realize the event belatedly and attempt to stop it will never have the same amount of time to deal with the situation. And naturally, the effort they put in will yield different results.
While some people are smugly laughing, having blocked even unexpected variables in their plan to attack a school, enjoying the chaos that is about to unfold,
on the morning of said event, the white-haired girl was fretfully contemplating the bare minimum preparation she had managed to put together. Not that she hadn’t prepared for contingencies altogether.
“Does your hair look okay? Do you feel alright?”
“I don’t really know much about hairstyles, so do whatever makes you happy.”
As the girl left her hair in Inna’s hands, her eyes moved past the mirror in front of her and the reflection of the woman next to her, focusing instead on a window visible only to her. It displayed the reward she had received upon achieving 10% awakening.
[Bad Ending List.]
A system that grants her power by predicting various bad ending scenarios she might encounter.
Over the weekend, she conducted a few experiments and realized that no matter how dire the situation, this system would temporarily provide her with absolute power to overcome it.
In essence, this system was akin to a cheat code or an extra life, allowing her to overcome bad endings. Although it came with significant drawbacks, they were trivial compared to the immense power it offered.
“Hmm~ It’s you alright. I guess because we’ve spent time together, you know what to say to make me happy, don’t you? It would be great if you didn’t have the habit of sneaking into some corner of this house to bring back strays like kittens who claim they don’t have a home… But I suppose you don’t listen to such rambling, do you?”
However, to Erica, this feature was more a source of anxiety than comfort.
‘I don’t know what kind of enemy is waiting for me, but I guess that’s why it’s gifting me this power.’
This system was unlocked when she reached 10% awakening, and its first test would likely be against the former queen who was leisurely braiding her hair while humming and enjoying her breakfast.
Though it occurred to her that all this might just be a prelude to today’s school trip…
“Shall we head out if it’s alright with you?”
The woman who had been earnestly braiding one side of Erica’s hair asked, and only then did the girl properly look into the mirror before nodding.
She had completed all the preparation she could. Now, the only thing left was to pray that her efforts would prove useful.
There was no god. Even before coming to this world, Erica had lived in a world without deities. If there were a god, she would never have ended up in this world in the first place.
After an hour of grooming by her childhood friend, the girl came down from the second floor wearing a light blue dress, swaying softly. She joined her childhood friend, who had readied herself hours in advance, on their way to the school trip.
“Why didn’t you ask me to join?”
A woman whose dark green hair curled like seaweed strands, watched quietly as a trio dragged suitcases and left the house.
After all, a school trip is essentially a trip, and trips are usually taken with close friends. In this woman’s opinion, she was close to Erica. After all, she had paid a hefty amount for private tutoring. It was practically a premium “friendship fee.”
Even in this world, there was a concept of “friendship fees,” and thus the tutoring payments she made were far more than a basic friendship fee. Yet, she wasn’t invited.
“I know why… but still…”
She felt hurt.
It stung her deeply that Erica never once asked if they could go together, even by bending the school schedule. To her, it was painfully clear that their relationship wasn’t close enough to reveal such hurt feelings.
Though a whirlwind of emotions churned inside her, she knew all along that Erica didn’t consider her important enough. Erica had never seen her as special, even before the woman lost her memories.
Therefore, it was up to her to take the initiative, as always. While recalling the preparations she had made, she belatedly noticed Erica had disappeared from sight and hurriedly descended from the roof.
It was one of the minor events occurring on the day of the incident, and it would soon become a pivotal moment during the school trip.
A criminal organization operating in the city, still undiscovered by the Association, had a singular reason for attacking the school just before their school trip.
Their leader had a vested interest in two individuals who were enrolled there: one competitor with the same goal and one girl who the leader believed they once knew.
The rival in question was the only truly human figure in this world, so they were not to be killed. The girl, suspected to be the person the leader assumed to be “the one,” was also not to be harmed if they were indeed the same person.
Ultimately, the leader of the soon-to-invade group wasn’t attacking the school to k*ll. However, there was no guarantee that all the people there would survive the chaos.
Because…
“Because you’re not human.”
Having not spoken in a long time, just like plants don’t engage in earnest dialogues or ants respond to human commands, she carried an “interpreter” to speak on her behalf, since the world’s protagonists often come equipped with a useful tool called the main heroine.
“Gi… gi, sit still!”
Currently, the woman who had no choice but to leave this “translation device” behind adjusted her glasses with her index finger and tried to step forward through a pool of bl**d.
However, a severed hand lying on the ground moved on its own, grabbing her ankle, and she looked down disinterestedly at the hand and head moving independently.
A member of the Association, who had gained immortality, yet whose power was excruciatingly painful once they aged into old age. In their youth, it could be boasted as one of the closest to “ultimate” powers due to their immortality.
A power that could regenerate their body within seconds. Although their clothes wouldn’t regenerate, they were often teased by the Association’s office staff for constantly wandering around half-n*ked. Now, with their whole body practically shredded, they were screaming desperately, unable to regenerate due to some powerful force.
“Human… What are you?! Are you people… even…!”
Immortal ability users do not possess overwhelming physical power. Neither do they hold powers that cannot be resisted physically.
Thus, immortals are meant to operate as a “team.”
Now, however, they no longer function that way.
The entire team of immortals had just been utterly wiped out.
By one woman.
A woman who, to some, represented a grand tragedy, yet showed no remorse as she responded to the agonized cries of the immortal.
“To me, there’s only one human.”
Thus, the immortal ability user,
and the entire team of Association operatives they led,
were reduced by her to a puddle of bl**d.
The strength she wielded was undeniably supreme.
More accurately, it was the might of an indestructible body.
But when combined with her iron-blooded heart, capable of carrying out deaths with cold indifference, it could only be called a calamity.
“Just because we came from the same world doesn’t mean trash can become human. And now that I’m headed to check if the person I consider the only human in this world has arrived, you had the gall to block my path. So, you must d*e.”
Even while thinking of the tenacious weeds that seemed to thrive in the alleyways filled with bl**d, the brunette woman with braids was patiently answering him.
The person she sought, the embodiment of her trauma, love, and sorrow in this whole world, remained elusive.
After all, in that world, she had been powerless.
In that world, pain and trauma only invited ridicule and neglect.
Especially when she lacked both power and authority.
Ultimately, the person she had failed to find even after receiving kindness during her school years, the person she was convinced she had to meet no matter how long it took—this ‘someone’ was going to be met finally in this unintended world.
Even if the gender had changed,
she would not let the transformation of ‘them’ into a woman diminish her love.
Though she felt a slight regret at the inability to have children together, in this world of supernatural powers, there would be ways for two women to have a child if she searched for it.
“Therefore, I’ll end this rare conversation before meeting them, as I don’t want them to hear my hoarse voice.”
With that, the woman crushed the head that the immortal had regenerated through their ability. Another splash of bl**d hit the already bl**d-soaked alley wall.
The immortal, blessed with the power of ‘immortality,’ would no longer rise… because she had ensured their complete demise.
With this confidence, the woman headed toward the place where the tools she needed to meet her presumed beloved were gathered, leaving the severed pieces of the Association employees she had killed behind.
Her trail of bloody footprints stretched long,
like the shadow of a 20-story building illuminated by the sun, endlessly long.
As if symbolizing the bloody path she was about to carve through this world,
or as if representing the anger and despair she had accumulated from her previous life.
The woman with an indestructible body,
was going to meet the girl with ultimate power.
One supreme force meets another supreme force.
The encounter of these two supreme women from different fields was just a little way away.