Chapter 110
this is a fictional story by realTensai
ALVIS’ POV
Alvis stepped into the burning building, yet as soon as he entered, his body refused to move any further. Countless fourth-year students were fighting his teammates, but his eyes were only focused on one thing.
Lia was on the ground crying, her hands bloody as she held Maya. Alvis’ eyes met with Maya’s and her lips started moving.
“Take care of Lia for me.”
All life vanished from her eyes as she muttered these words. Even with his brain far beyond its limits, it comprehended what had happened.
Maya died.
“No, Maya!! You can’t die,… no!!”
Lia’s pain-filled cries hammered in reality even more. Alvis’ already broken heart shattered once again, his soul unable to keep going. With every breath he took, he wished it were his last.
“I’ve done my job. Everything went just as he had said.” Jasmine’s words reached Alvis, stirring up his and Hibea’s blood, yet his brain refused to do anything with this hatred.
She stopped her fight against Kris and turned towards the exit.
“W-Where are you going?” Kris asked.
“We are done here. If you want to stop us from leaving, it will only result in more deaths. On your side.”
Kris didn’t answer. Jasmine and the rest of the fourth-years just left the building. She walked right past Alvis, yet their eyes didn’t meet.
Alvis’ feet started moving, his subconsciousness leading him to Lia. He could hear people talking to him, but their words didn’t register in his head. Then he stood right before the girl he loved.
Somehow, Lia was the only one he could see and hear clearly. Her blond hair was a mess, and her clothes were covered in blood that wasn’t hers. Her cries had died down, but her being silent made her state even more horrifying. Alvis didn’t dare to meet her gaze, but in the end, he did it anyway.
As he stared into her eyes, he saw nothing.
Alvis choked on his breath, his heart sinking, wondering if Lia was still alive. She was still breathing, yet her eyes were void of life. It was as if Maya’s death had robbed her of her life too. But thinking about how close they were to each other, it made sense. She had just lost her best friend and, unlike him, she couldn’t go back in time to fix her mistakes.
The Lia before his eyes would have to live the rest of her life knowing she couldn’t protect her best friend.
“Why?”
Lia suddenly spoke up, but even her words contained no life.
A cold shiver ran down Alvis’ spine, his heart refusing to see Lia, the one he loved, any longer in such a state.
“Why couldn’t you save her?”
What?
Her words were directed at him, but it made no sense.
“Wh-What do you mean?”
“You can see the future, can’t you? So why didn’t you save Maya?”
“Lia… what are you talking about?”
“You have a blessing that lets you see the future, don’t you? That’s how you knew about the assassin organization and saved me. That’s how you knew about the Devil Cult’s attack in Awaniko and saved everyone. You can see the future, can’t you?”
“Lia.…”
“Why didn’t you save Maya? Why? Why?”
Alvis felt the air vanish from his lungs. His fingers twitched, his throat tightening as if something had reached inside him and was squeezing the life out of him.
Lia, the one who always understood him, said the words that hurt him the most.
She reminded him of his incapability.
But she didn’t stop.
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“Why didn’t you save Maya?”
His stomach twisted into knots.
“Why?”
His body flinched.
“WHY?”
The room spun.
Her words burrowed into his skull, scratching against his brain like nails on glass. Over and over again, like an unholy mantra.
Alvis’ body shook, not from rage, not from battle, but from something worse. Raw, unfiltered despair. His heart, no, his soul, no, his entire being, unable to take in anything more.
Lia had realized the truth.
Yet…
She had drawn the wrong conclusion. Lia thought he could see the future. She thought he had known all along. That he had let Maya die.
She thought he could have stopped it.
A tremor ran through his hands. His mind screamed at him to tell her the truth, to make her understand, but the words wouldn’t come.
How could they?
How could he tell her that he wasn’t some blessed warrior with foresight?
That he didn’t see the future. That he only died over and over again, clawing his way back through pain, failure, and suffering?
That he had lived through countless deaths to protect her, only to still fail when it mattered most?
“I…” His voice cracked. His throat burned.
But what could he even say?
Nothing would bring Maya back.
Nothing would bring Dane back.
Nothing would bring the two hundred people who died back.
“I’m sorry…”
Only his death would.
Once again, Alvis’ feet moved on their own, dragging him away from the battlefield, from the burning fortress, from Lia’s shattered soul.
There was nothing left for him here.
Maya was dead.
Dane was dead.
Lia had become a lifeless shell.
His body ached, his mind burned, and his soul begged to be freed from this hell. He wandered through the school grounds, his steps heavy, his vision unfocused.
That’s when the laughter started.
Slow. Mocking. Too amused for someone in a war zone.
The sound was calm, patient, deliberate. It echoed unnaturally, as if it had been waiting for the perfect moment.
Alvis’ body froze.
A figure leaned casually against a ruined pillar, smiling as if they were watching a stage play.
“And so we meet again, Alvis.”
The voice was familiar. But something was wrong.
Alvis turned.
There, standing exactly where he had unknowingly wandered, was Charles.
But it wasn’t Charles. Not the Charles Alvis thought he knew.
The arrogant sneer was still there. His signature smugness. But his eyes, they were different.
Too calm. Too intelligent. Too… cold.
Alvis’ stomach twisted. His instincts screamed.
Something was wrong.
“Charles.”
“You look like hell,” he remarked, tilting his head slightly. “Not enjoying my masterpiece?”
Alvis’ blood turned to ice.
“What?”
“How did you like the scene I prepared for you?”
The words hit like a blade to the throat.
Alvis’ body refused to move.
His mind shut down.
This can’t be.
His own voice sounded distant when he finally spoke.
“Are you… responsible for this?”
Charles laughed.
“Ah, it took you long enough.”
Alvis staggered back. His heart pounded in his ears, his vision flickering like a failing light.
“How…?” His voice barely escaped his lips. “How could you—”
“I used my coins to hire Jasmine to attack the student council.”
Alvis’ brain couldn’t catch on. However, before he could even try to react, Charles continued.
“But I told her to kill only one person.”
He paused. Then, with the cruelest smile Alvis had ever seen, Charles delivered the final blow.
“Maya.”
Something inside Alvis shattered. He stumbled, his knees nearly buckling.
“Why Maya?” Alvis choked out.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Charles asked, as if genuinely surprised by the question. “Maya herself was worthless and barely a threat to my survival. But she played a crucial role in your team. She was Lia’s mental support. Trying to kill Lia would’ve been nearly impossible, but breaking her was easy.”
Alvis couldn’t breathe.
“All we had to do was kill her best friend,” Charles went on, his voice like silk, “thus rendering her useless for the rest of the game. With Lia now just an empty shell, the student council collapses. And so do you. The death of one person led to the fall of one of the strongest opposing forces.”
Alvis was too stunned to speak.
Charles watched him for a moment, then chuckled.
“Oh, don’t be mad at Jasmine. She is a good person and, under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t harm anyone. But we are in a survival game and after the first kill, she realized that there was no turning back now. She searched for the most effective way to survive and this led her to do a deal with me.”
Alvis wanted to scream. To attack. To kill.
But he couldn’t move.
He had misjudged Charles completely.
The arrogant human who had spouted racist nonsense. The hothead who picked fights with demons. The fool who only wanted to create chaos.
It had all been a lie.
“…Was everything you did just an act?”
Charles smiled.
“Haha, of course it was.”
His voice was bored, indifferent, as if Alvis had asked the most obvious question in the world.
“Since the moment this game started, I created a plan that guaranteed my survival. Acting up in the cafeteria? Blaming the demons for the first kill? Declaring war? That was all just part of the setup.”
He stepped forward.
“I used the racism and hatred in everyone’s hearts as a tool. And they played their roles beautifully.”
Alvis’ stomach churned.
“Why?”
Charles tilted his head.
“What an odd question.” He sighed, once again genuinely surprised by the question. “This is a survival game, Alvis. Why shouldn’t I do whatever it takes to win?”
Alvis clenched his fists.
This isn’t real. This can’t be real.
But then, Charles glanced at his watch and smiled.
“Oh. It’s time.”
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion rocked the entire school. A wave of fire and destruction erupted in the distance. Alvis’ eyes widened as he saw the natural science building on fire.
“Wait, what are you even doing here? I thought the demons attacked your base to win back the food reserves. Your base just exploded. Don’t tell me…”
Charles chuckled.
“The food was just a trap to lure everyone into one place.”
“Your comrades… were there.”
“That only means fewer competitors.”
A chill ran through Alvis’ bones. He shook his head, his instincts telling him that the person standing right before him was unlike anything he knew.
He activated Assassin’s Eye and a single notification appeared.
[SS-ranked threat detected.]
Alvis’ heart stopped.
Charles had the same threat level as Gilsymbato.
He looked at Charles again, but he no longer saw a foolish student.
He saw a monster.
“…Who are you?”
Charles smiled.
“Just a regular boy who is trying to survive.”
Suddenly, a beam gun appeared in his hands and he held it right against Alvis’ forehead, his fingers already on the trigger.
“Checkmate.”
BOOM!
[YOU DIED!]
