Why is my journey to the world of anime a strange tale of rules?

[Frequency Band 3: Where direct contact with those components is truly necessary... the safety factor is actually higher... uninterrupted power... protection systems activate with the electrical equipment... buzz...]

[Frequency Band 3: Don't play... Keep it buzzing... keep buzzing...]

[Frequency Band 3: No no no no no no no no don't give up give up give up...]

[Frequency 3: Sir... your pranks aren't fun... buzz... we've... disconnected... please don't... do such pranks again... buzz...]

[Frequency Band 3: I've had enough... I've had enough... I'm so fed up... I'm %＃＆，*■■■……]

Hayasaka failed to switch back to the same frequency in time this time.

Amidst the chaotic, distorted sounds, intermittently disturbed by intense noise, the girl turned around and looked at the heavy door behind her.

It was only then that she realized that the middle of the door was actually a semi-transparent glass structure, so much so that she could see the outside corridor to some extent through the beam of her flashlight.

I saw the pale-faced thing clinging to the door.

I saw that the thing's entire face was almost pressed against the door, so much so that its face was distorted.

Behind that thing, she saw one human hand after another, one incomplete, blood-stained human hand after another, pressed against the door, densely packed, like swollen worms filling the girl's vision.

I can't hear my own breathing.

In that instant of intense suffocation, Hayasaka could barely hear her own heartbeat.

She stumbled back several steps before noticing the communication channel was flickering again, so she quickly switched it back.

Then she turned around, and the white light of her flashlight shone on the inside of the monitoring area, illuminating the entire wall of thick, transparent glass, and behind the glass, countless silent figures standing in the bloodstains, and their fingers pressed against the glass wall.

The girl was already experiencing some difficulty breathing.

This monitoring area seems different from the other rooms; the strange creatures cannot pass through the walls here, thus preventing them from entering.

Even without direct contact with those things, the suffocating chill still made Hayasaka dizzy, and it became difficult for him to even stand up straight.

{They've arrived...They've followed...They've been...attracted...}

The sound of a child talking in his sleep echoed in his mind.

Along with it, there was the sound of something tiptoeing along, slowly following from behind.

From behind me?!

Hayasaka turned around abruptly, only to see an empty, dark room.

She shone her flashlight on the door she was watching, but the thing outside remained motionless, making no unusual movements.

But the approaching footsteps did not disappear.

Hayasaka could still hear that chilling voice whose source she couldn't pinpoint.

Then, she remembered.

[Outer Monitoring Area] There are two access points in this area, and she only closed one of the doors.

Chapter 117: The Humanoid Evil of Chaos and the Land Reached by the Deepest Abyss

Where am I...?

Nothing in sight could be clearly seen.

All that came through my senses was something vague and unclear.

Am I dreaming?

In a daze, Yotsuya Miko could sense that she was not in the real world.

There is no way to move it.

My whole body felt as if it were wrapped up by something, leaving me no room to move at all; I was tightly bound.

They were squeezed so tightly... to the point that it felt like their bones were about to be completely crushed.

What's wrong with you?

The pain spread through my senses.

The dizziness in my head became more and more severe.

In the intense pain, it felt as if his body was being torn in two alive by something, yet he couldn't even let out a scream.

I couldn't wake up.

Even if you realize you are dreaming, you cannot wake up immediately.

It seemed as if something had dragged him into this dream, binding him here and making it impossible for him to leave.

it hurts……

An unbearable, intense pain spread throughout all the nerves in my body.

It hurts……

It's like being torn apart, pieced back together, and torn apart again, repeating a painful torture that no human being can endure.

I don't want to... suffer like this anymore...

The skin and flesh were torn open.

The bones also broke.

heal.

Then it broke again.

pain.

All that's left is pain.

All the senses have gradually failed, leaving only an irresistible pain that erodes the last remaining consciousness.

it hurts……

It hurts……

No...don't...

It hurts so much... Senior... Help me...

Please... someone... save... save me...

I want to cry out.

They wanted to call for help.

But he couldn't shout anything, couldn't make any sound.

There is nothing here except for myself, who is being torn apart.

Only pure darkness and despair covered everything, only boundless silence enveloped the entire world.

She felt as if she were buried alive underground. No matter how futilely she struggled and shouted, she couldn't make a sound or let anyone on the surface hear her.

Do not……

Do not……

don't want……

I...I can't...

This can't go on... We absolutely can't let this continue!

clam down.

Calm down!

This is not the first time I have experienced such pain.

I am no longer the person I used to be who could only cry and whine.

After experiencing various dangers with his seniors.

After truly experiencing the terrifying power of those strange creatures, and the immense power of obsession and blessings.

After remembering what it felt like to use one's own life to recall what it was like to have a predecessor's ability to rewind.

I have now undergone a complete transformation and am no longer the same as I was in the past.

So, calm down.

As our predecessors have said, we should never give up until we are truly at our wits' end.

Even if all four limbs are broken, even if one is blind and deaf, if one has teeth, one will continue forward with teeth; if one has forehead, one will continue forward with forehead. Struggling relentlessly until truly dead—this grotesque display is the proper posture of a time traveler.

The pain continued to spread.

But gradually, Miko was able to adapt to the pain to some extent and regain her ability to think while enduring the pain.

That's right.

This is not the first time I have experienced the pain of death.

Whether it was the experience of being tortured and killed by Alice at Fujika Middle School, or the pain experienced in the first two playthroughs at Yoruyama Middle School.

With each repetition, my heart and my will have been constantly tempered.

At this point, the pain of repeatedly tearing my body apart can no longer rob me of my self-awareness.

Senior... did he also grow up amidst such torment, thus becoming a strong person capable of protecting everyone and leading everyone forward?

My consciousness gradually became clearer.

Little by little, Jianzi was able to recall what had happened.

The key issue lies in the second playthrough, in the final thing she saw.

At the moment when my senior was eaten by the monsters that Shijou and Shinomiya had transformed into, I shared his senses through a mental link and thus saw something.

That thing had an extremely strong information-masking effect, so much so that after entering the third playthrough and starting again, neither I nor my senior were able to recall what it was, nor could we recall the thing that we had worked together to try to see clearly at the end.

It was the existence of that thing, and my experience of looking into its eyes, that led to the unexpected events that happened to me in this time loop.