Assault Game!

Farmhouse 023. Administrator.

“Is this... Heaven?—"

“Ha! I'm alive! This Father still lives!!”

“So?... Where is this?”

Kiragi woke up with a sudden influx of voices. He took a second and a half to note that he was in a classroom. Not too big, not small either. A perfect classroom for high schoolers.

Only, this classroom did not have a door or windows. It was completely covered with tiles white as snow. It even took Kiragi a bit to figure out the angle the Vertical made with the horizontal. Instead, it looked like a perfectly white world.

“Where are we?”

“Some lab? Why the set-up, though?”

To better complete the class, of course, there would be ‘students’. A better word would be, Inmates!

“Please, let me out! Please I beg you! Please—"

“Shut yer trap! Do you want me to stuff my d**k in it? Shouting directly into my ear.”

‘Truly a bunch of...’

Kiragi noticed specific few were still in their seats. His eyes became slanted. Just like him, they were not arrogant, nor introvert-ic... Their minds were just sharper.

The rest had tirelessly trounced on the walls and touched everywhere. Their efforts were futile. There was no noticeable way out.

*Tick Tick*

Kiragi eyes swirled to the location of the sound. From the raised platform for teachers, a certain small cubicle-like elevator was raised slowly to the top of the stage. It appeared underground and the entrance closed almost immediately after.

“Gentlemen, Ladies... Welcome. From this 0.0 hour onwards, you are all Esteem guests! Congratulations.”

“Who are you?—"

“Get me the f**k out of here!—”

“Kidnappers!? Or terrorist. You think you're capable of going against the government with just hostages?”

“You can't make it out of here! Better cooperate and release us.”

The room turned noisy and increased in pitch every half a second. People were already off their seats and condemning the ‘host’ with a beguiling tone.

In all these, none made any action to apprehend the host and stand at the top of the situation. Humans would always shout and raise their fists easily when with a crowd.

To actually be the first punch out... Only a few would.

Their host made no effort to quench the mini-protest.

“My name is Dorian. I am the Administrator of Farmhouse 023.”

“What is... Farmhouse 023?” Dread grew in their hearts. At some point, it felt like they weren't talking to a human.

“Farmhouse 023? In here, we assemble broken, worn-out... Thrown-out parts. We make them better, in a new way.”

“You are not a terrorist? then why do you...”

‘Why does he hides his face? That Mask...'

“

It's with great pleasure that I'd get to 'Play' with you all. For the duration of this Easy-Level Game, I'll be your Administrator, Boarhead Dorian, at your service.”

Was it curiosity? Or the incredulity of the matter. The hall was silenced. Everyone was cautious and anxious, but Dorian was their only link out of here.

Since he was this accommodating, it doesn't seem like he would turn out to be someone sinister.

“Now, how do I put this... It is, in fact, true that you are DEAD. At least according to the latest headlines currently streaming."

*Whisper, Whisper*

"No need to fret. As you can this ain't no heaven or hell. And you all are very much alive.

I'll start by congratulating you for being chosen for this extraordinary, phenomenal Archive!!!

Out of billions of people in the world, out of hundreds of millions of sharp minds, out of thousands of people with first-class talents... You've been chosen from the masses."

“... ...”

" How were we chosen? I-I don't have anything, Please" A frightened voice spoke all of a sudden. This person was a chubby chunky middle-aged man, his eyes spoke of poverty and even his hair was unkempt.

"No No, We did not pick you because you are... Well, were rich. Or that you have a car, or you have fine muscles—" As he spoke, Dorian, the administrator walked with calm strides towards their well-arranged seat. He seemed to know everything about their backgrounds, because any time he stopped in front of a candidate, he spoke about their experiences, "—Or your Ph.D. first-class certificate in Biomedic~ Or your Mafia badass attitude ~ Or your great reputation as a mind-blogging singer, ~ Or your 10 billion-dollar company—

We chose you... All of you, because of one very particular trait that you all possess.

—People hate you. So much that they won't bat an eye at your corpse—.

Very much Hated in your communities, damned hated for all the sins you've committed, the murder, arsons, r*pes, human tr*ffickings, t*rrorisms, school bullying, bossy rude characters... The list keeps going on, with earthlings."

Dorian took on a full minute of silence to watch them squirm under his sharp glare, before smiling through his mask,

"Yes, that's right. No one likes none of you. So no matter how you cry, no matter how you bleed, Help is not coming.

So, your only option is this,

—Follow me let's play a battle game to the death, and with crazy superpowers add to that.—”

“....”

It was imperative to say that of all his audience, none had attempted to speak out, not because they did not understand, but more like it sounded so out of point-like some sort of fairy tale. But still, nobody made an effort to disavow this simply because each and everyone here had the same frightening encounter with that man-size Man-eater.

The feeling of death had stuck way deep in their bones.

“Ehm, this is when I get to hear screams and pleas.” Boar Masked Dorian muttered in full embarrassment. “Please, if you have any questions about what I just said, feel free to voice—"

“What did you mean when you say 'hate'. Who in the hell would f*****g have any form of prejudice against me!? For chrissake am not even known."

“ Wayne Ischariot - Age 19, Father died when you were six, Mum remarried right at your 10th birthday to some freaking rich dad, —A softie that would do the world to cheer your broken family. At Age 14 you were already a spoilt brainless twerp with records of visiting the 'Red District' and by that, I mean a whorehouse,

At 16 you had already done so much havoc in your high school. Beaten a 12-year-old until he convulsed, blackmailed two sisters to have s*x with you, with the threat that you can make their single-parent— their mum— jobless with just a whisper to your old man. The junior sister was underaged, 15, I think...

With the numerous cases of bullying you did before, it doesn't take much to figure out why you would be here.”

.

The victim of these accusations trembled visibly in his seat, swirling his head around to see the disgusted faces throwing him looks of scorn and reproach, he became disturbed and shrunk his neck “T-those are All lies! And why in the f**k are you all staring at me for!? I bet yours might be worse! ... Bunch of A-holes"

“Anyone else?" Dorian asked carefully. "If there are no more questions, then we should proceed to phase two—"

“Hold it, you freaking worm. Since everyone else is chickening out of their f*****g s**t holes, I guess I should make things more approachable, don't you think?” A bulky man confidently shag swayed to the front.

.

Dorian, nonetheless, stood calmly and asked, “Kane Shee, Whatever might you mean?"

“Nothing much, just that if you feel k********g me with such lax security is adequate, then I very much want to show you how wrong you are. My hands have been itching for BLOOD!" Kane did exactly what everyone had suspected. He shot out to meet Dorian with nothing but his fist. But with his build like a top heavyweight wrestler, and matching against Dorian's somewhat less than average guy structure, Kane's Fists were deadlier than an Ax.

*Slice!*

What Horror!

.

To the onlookers, what happened next would be forever etched in their minds, because on this stage, the so-called Laws of Physics were upturned, and the tales of horrors that they would face all began here,

For not only did the weak-looking Dorian win seamlessly, but He also did so with an incongruous method.

In that split second that everyone believe Kane was going to be Hero, something like a mirror, the height of two men, appeared right in front of Kane. This mirror was, in fact, different from the others, because it was colored black, and pulled Kane swiftly into it, before abruptly collapsing on itself... All that was left of Kane was the remainder of his legs, up until his shin.

‘My gods! Cou-could that be a Black Hole!?’

Dorian, “There isn't a need for guards, because I alone, am enough to keep all of you here for as long as I want.”

"......"

"Ahhhh!!!"

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{ Dorian——

Title: Boar Mask. Administrator. Bastard!

Age: Currently Unknown.

Blood Type: Unknown

Likes and Hobbies: Instant fried noodles, spinning a pen, loves setting deadly games for his ‘players’.

Special Quirk: Black Hole! — Ability to create a miniature black hole that sucks everything in its perimeter.

Can also form a void portal. Every object that goes in would be lost forever.

Quito Rank: SS+ }