He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

Unable to hold on any longer, Shirakawa had no choice but to close his eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself suddenly in a small alley.

The whole world is black and white: the walls, clothes, trash cans, even the pedestrians wandering around with blank expressions.

It's just like those old movies from the last century that only use black, white, and gray.

Shirakawa looked at his hands; the once vibrant blue veins and rosy complexion beneath his skin had been replaced by a white and gray hue.

what's the situation?

Ding dong~~~ Ding dong~~~

The school bell rang from afar.

Isn't that the bell from Sakura High School?

Shirakawa hurriedly ran towards the sound.

Sure enough, the school, composed of black, white, and gray, came into view.

The students, carrying bags and wearing school uniforms, hurriedly ran into the school gate with blank expressions.

It looks like we're going to be late.

The bizarre scene before him sent a chill down Shirakawa's spine.

Aside from the colors, everything is so close to reality. Is this an alternate dimension created by memory?

No wonder those users become addicted to it after frequent use.

Suddenly, it felt like someone was gently patting his back.

Shirakawa shuddered in fright.

He looked back, and the person who appeared behind him filled him with even more fear and dread.

The adorable little girl was right behind him, standing on tiptoe, looking incredibly cute.

She was the only one in color, standing out starkly in this black, white, and gray world.

The high school uniform looked like children's clothes on her, and she had two little braids sticking up at the back of her head.

The adorable little girl stood on tiptoe and placed her tiny fingers on her lips.

A strange, mechanical smile appeared on that youthful face.

"Big brother~~~ We're going to be late~~"

232. Creation of the Video Game Department

"What...what did you do to Ayako?"

"Ayako-neechan? Ayako-neechan is very nice."

As she spoke, a fruit knife suddenly appeared in the little girl's hand.

"Big brother, it's time to go to class. If you don't go to class, then..." the little girl murmured.

Her soft, delicate little finger lightly traced a line of blood on the knife, leaving a stain on the blade, while her eyes were fixed intently on Shirakawa.

Shirakawa could not feel the erotic power within himself, nor could he sense Cecilia's presence.

The students walked past them as if nothing had happened, ignoring the fact that the little girl was carrying a knife.

Alone and helpless, he could only follow the little girl's instructions and head to the teaching building.

A banner and decorations were hung at the main entrance of the teaching building, which read "Welcome to the new first-year high school students".

Shirakawa habitually went upstairs, intending to head to Class 2-A's classroom.

"Big brother, the classroom is over there." The little girl pointed to the classroom of Class 1-A on the first floor.

Class A, Year 1?

Could this be a picture of Ako when she first enrolled in school?

Shirakawa walked into the classroom of Class 1-A with some doubt.

as predicted.

The classroom was filled with his classmates and friends, including the girls he was involved with.

Nikaido, Sakura, Maki.

There's also Yako.

She sat in the last row, the second row from the window.

Her blue hair was neatly styled, and with her light blue eyes and porcelain doll-like face, she was extremely beautiful.

Now she has a smile on her face, her brand-new school uniform is neat and clean, and she is wearing a pixelated hero pendant. She is sunny and confident, which is very different from the internet-addicted girl that Shirakawa remembered.

Nikaido leaned back in his chair, legs crossed. Although his muscles weren't very muscular, he already had a distinctly bad-boy vibe.

Maki was scribbling in her notebook, as if making some kind of plan, and she still looked very serious.

Sakura's outfit wasn't particularly sexy, and she was whispering to the girl next to her.

Everyone was wearing the school uniform for new students, and they all looked quite young and innocent.

"Big brother, the teacher is coming soon, please go and sit down in your seat."

The little girl pointed to the last row of window seats.

There was a passerby looking out the window, his eyes filled with confusion about his future campus life.

"Isn't there someone there?" Shirakawa asked, puzzled.

"Huh, is there?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's body began to tear apart and disintegrate until the seat was completely empty.

Shirakawa also began to feel a sense of fear and dread, like when he went to the Nagasaki club, feeling helpless and at the mercy of others.

"Go quickly, big brother."

Shirakawa had no choice but to sit down as she commanded.

The little girl chose a seat in the front row, and with a flick of her little hand, she separated the people in front of her and sat down obediently.

Her calves barely touched the ground; her two chubby little legs swung back and forth, and her little body straightened up, as if she were looking forward to the teacher's arrival.

One moment cute, the next dangerous, making them unpredictable.

"Hello students!"

Ms. Akita arrived at the classroom in her teacher's uniform and high heels, looking much better than before. Her father should not be bedridden yet.

"Welcome to Sakura High School, students!" Teacher Akita led the applause.

The students in the audience began to applaud.

"My name is Yuzuru Akita. For the next three years, I will be your homeroom teacher, growing and progressing together..."

What followed were all standard welcoming remarks for new students, but Akita-sensei spoke from the heart.

Then came the introduction to the school, the clubs, and some trivial school rules and regulations.

Shirakawa wasn't listening; he was secretly staring at the little girl in front of him from the back row.

They were clearly not their age, and their behavior was unusually strange.

But no one noticed her.

Even Shirakawa was the same; no one paid any attention to him after he entered the classroom.

It seems that he and that little girl are still like "ghosts," unable to interfere with this world of memories...

The school bell rang, interrupting Shirakawa's thoughts.

After Mr. Akita left, the students began to have free time.

Yako ran out of the classroom with a face full of excitement, holding a piece of paper in her arms.

"Yako! Wait a minute."

Yako didn't respond and just kept running.

Left with no other choice, Shirakawa had to run after her.

She went to the student council office.

The new students had already formed a long line in front of the office, and each of them, like Yako, was holding a piece of paper.

Shirakawa randomly picked a classmate from the group and craned his neck to peek at what was written on the paper.

"Club Creation, Club Recruitment, Activity Application Form"

I see. Ako is going to the student council to create a video game club.

Holding the forms, Ayako stood in line, smiling happily, full of anticipation for her colorful high school life.

Behind him were several delinquent hot girls, who, unlike Sakura, were clearly the kind of good-for-nothing young ladies who didn't know anything.

If you look closely, you'll see some strange tattoos hidden on his body.