What if The white room did not teach ayanokoji all that scientific and mathematical knowledge and that crazy development in his intelligence, what if they taught him to To be proud that he is greater than any human being, what if he taught him all...
White... white and red All I saw when I was born, 16 years old, all I saw was white,... and crimson red, those empty colors shaped my identity, or in another way, distorted it, I still remember those desired faces staring While that sound is heard, the clatter, Trapped for years.... Imprisoned by a group of people for 'research'... I cried... left a scratch in the walls...never seen... by others, never spoken, 'listen but don' t speak',... se.. but never seen, made of rock when others come, While they keep looking at me from afar with those disgusting looks, prisoner when they look,... I hate them.. they have freedom, they move freely, talk freely, look freely, live freely, While I don't, trapped, silenced,... subject, prisoner, I do think about it, I do think about it... the next Fragile.. the next week, they always come, new ones, Thousands of faces, I remember Every detail of them, scratching vinegar, every muscle, but still, the number is still increasing. The sound of skulls crushing under my feet.. **The crunch**.. no words, no scream, just a crunch, After all, 'kill if you can', those were the orders, so I try to get it over quickly so I don't stain my hands with these unclean creatures.Called humans, crunch is beautiful sound, it means encom, it means man can torment no more, it means others panic, Over time, even this became easy. .... Those looks, a mixture of hatred, spite, envy, anger, and most of all... fear, all those times I was called a monster... all those scared pleas, some asking me to save them, some begging me to stop, some starting to crawl away because I tore their limbs apart, but did I feel remorse for that? No, not really, that's how it is in the white room, it's a gradual ladder, the best survive, they died for my success, to society, they are innocent souls, but, to be honest, as long as people live in this world, they will be in such fine with karma, how can anyone be innocent, people kill pigs, aren't pigs innocent?, big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp, there is only a food chain in nature, there is no innocent, in this world, any body can live, any body can die, but nobody is innocent, no matter how much the truth is denied, even if the idea is changed, the concept remains the same, when you kill someone and bury the body so that no one can see it. This will not change the fact that you are a murderer. This is how things work in this world full of these pieces of meat... called humans....
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opened my eyes, looking out the window and contemplating the nature around me, while holding my bag in my hands. An elderly woman boarded at the next stop. She seemed to be struggling with her legs, swaying as she held onto her cane. Our eyes met for a moment, and the old woman smiled at me. This friendly expression held no special meaning; it was just a kind gesture, and I returned her smile with a false expression... well, none of my expressions were genuine; all my feelings were lies in the end. I tilted my head back slightly and sighed lightly, enjoying the tranquility I had missed.
"Excuse me, but shouldn't you offer your seat?"
I take that back. At first, I thought the woman was addressing me, but she was speaking to the blond student sitting in one of the priority seats. Given the elderly woman's condition, I could tell she was the cause of the argument. I had no intention of intervening, but what caught my interest was the muscular build of the blond man. He seemed to have worked out a lot, judging by his arrogant demeanor and appearance; he wasn't someone with an ordinary background or family. No ordinary person from a regular class possesses the kind of arrogance this man had. Since his behavior didn't change, it indicated that he had lived as a spoiled child. This was clear; no one would embarrass themselves unless they had a well-known lineage. The last thing people like him would do is embarrass themselves. Given his arrogance, his family wasn't just a typical wealthy family; it was something much higher. But the question remained: what family was he from? Do I know them? Is his family one of the investors in the White room ?
