End of Days Game: I'm the Only One Who Can See the Hidden Cues

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End of Days Game: I'm the Only One Who Can See the Hidden Cues

นักเขียน: BWbear

บท 1: Hallucination

Moonlight Middle School.

The weather is clear and sunny.

"Jeremy... you... slow down, don't be heard..." In an office on the fourth floor of the teacher's building, Emma, the homeroom teacher of Class Three, blushed and couldn't help but gasp for breath.

She sat on the office chair with a sturdy arm, half of her black professional attire taken off, revealing her tender and plump chest, and the black strands on her legs were also pulled down to her thighs.

Under the guidance of her arm owner, Emma's curvy body kept rising and falling, and her full and soft chest rhythmically jumped. Despite trying to suppress it, she still couldn't help but let out tempting moans from her mouth.

Jeremy behind Emma smiled and joked, "Didn't you just tell me to hurry up?"

"I... I wanted you to end it quickly!" Emma's eyes were filled with shame, anger, and confusion as she faced Jeremy's teasing and the strong waves of impact beneath her.

She didn't understand why Jeremy, who was just a teenager under eighteen years old, had such strong endurance.

In the end, Emma had no choice but to give Jeremy oral sex.

Jeremy sat on the chair in the office, feeling his penis wrapped in a warm lump.

Oh Yeah…

The warm touch made Jeremy couldn't help but take a breath.

His body slowly relaxed as he comfortably gazed out the window at the scenery.

Below the blue sky and white clouds, the teaching buildings stood quietly, with teachers occasionally passing by holding books, and groups of young boys and girls sitting on the grass in the sports field, chatting and laughing.

Observing the peaceful campus, Jeremy felt somewhat dazed.

The events of three years ago flashed before his eyes like a fleeting dream.

Collapsed buildings, flying bullets, and wailing crowds seemed as if they had happened just yesterday.

But all of that was now behind him.

Now, Jeremy was just a high school senior with no family ties.

Unless something unexpected happened, he would live out his life in tranquility, never again touching upon those past horrors.

In his previous life, Jeremy had been a mercenary in a war zone, walking daily among gunfire and explosions, ultimately losing not only his life on the battlefield but also carrying severe post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) with him to this parallel world.

If Jeremy hadn't been lucky enough to encounter a skilled psychologist after his transmigration, it's highly likely he would've ended up committing stress-induced crimes and spending the rest of his life in prison.

Regardless, the fact that he was still alive was fortunate enough.

Shaking his head, Jeremy was about to look away when he suddenly froze. A line of text slowly appeared before him.

[Alert: 29 minutes and 59 seconds left until the arrival of the Apocalypse Game.]

"The Apocalypse Game? What's that?"

Jeremy wondered, puzzled.

But before he could think further, the text disappeared, and no matter how long he stared, it didn't reappear.

"A hallucination?"

Jeremy pinched the bridge of his nose, dismissing it as a mistake.

He had experienced this before; his PTSD often caused him to have hallucinations.

"It looks like... I need to visit Claire for some medication these next few days," Jeremy thought to himself.

Claire was the psychologist Jeremy had met after his transmigration, and he had been treating his psychological issues at her clinic.

Up until now, Jeremy had been free of mental issues for three months, and he had even planned to stop taking his medication if not for today's relapse.

As Emma's movements accelerated, Jeremy's mind was pulled back to reality.

A charming voice echoed in the room, Emma kneeling on the ground, her head undulating back and forth, her mouth rapidly swallowing, and her delicate white chest swaying back and forth due to the intense range of movements.

Feeling the warm touch from his penis and caressing Emma's charming face, Jeremy finally reached orgasm.

Emma only felt a hot liquid spray into her mouth.

She instinctively wriggled her throat and swallowed it.

After regaining his composure, Emma's face instantly darkened.

Jeremy sensed trouble since Emma disliked it when he finished in her mouth, finding the taste too strong.

"You jerk, why didn't you warn me!" Emma was livid, her teeth clenched as she reached to pinch Jeremy's thigh.

Jeremy quickly caught her hand, explaining, "I got distracted, I'll make sure to warn you next time." "You said the same thing the time before last, and this is the fourth time now, you're doing this on purpose!" Emma's eyebrows furrowed in anger, this scoundrel always promised there would be no next time, yet he always broke his word.

Jeremy awkwardly smiled, "This time was truly an accident."

Jeremy spent a while calming Emma down, promising repeatedly that such incidents would not happen again, and she finally let go of her anger.

Just before leaving, Jeremy thought he might have been mistaken, but it seemed like a line of text appeared above Emma's head.

[Emma, Ordinary Person]

[Alert: After the Apocalypse Game begins, she will awaken an A-rank supernatural ability.]

But before Jeremy could take a closer look, Emma had closed the door of the office.

Jeremy frowned, muttering to himself,

"This... doesn't seem like a hallucination."

The hallucinations he had experienced before were based on his own experiences, but what he just saw was clearly different.

If the text was true, what did it mean by the arrival of the Apocalypse Game?

Could the end of the world be near?

Jeremy shook his head, dismissing the idea as impossible, preferring to believe it was a problem with his own mind.

Clearing his mind of these distracting thoughts, Jeremy walked down from the teaching building. On his way down, he greeted several teachers as usual.

One teacher jokingly scolded, "You're skipping class again, aren't you?"

The teachers at Moonlight Middle School were all familiar with Jeremy, the school's genius who, despite frequently skipping classes and seeming not to study much, always ranked first in every exam. This often led to Emma calling him into her office for a talk.

Jeremy simply shrugged, "I've already promised Emma it won't happen again."

The teachers looked relieved, mistaking Jeremy's promise for a genuine intention to reform, unaware that his promise was not what they thought it was.

After saying goodbye to the teachers, Jeremy made his way through the sports field to the teaching building, planning to go back to his class to sleep.

"Ding- Ding- Ding!"

As Jeremy was heading upstairs, the bell for the end of the period rang, and a flood of students poured out of the classrooms.

Jeremy glanced over them without much thought.

But that one glance made his body freeze instantly, a chill running down his spine.

Thousands of lines of text appeared before Jeremy!

[Aron, Ordinary Person]

[Alert: After the Apocalypse Game begins, he will turn into a zombie.]

...

[Dino, Ordinary Person]

[Alert: After the Apocalypse Game begins, he will turn into a goblin.]

...

[Linna, Ordinary Person]

[Alert: After the Apocalypse Game begins, she will turn into a werewolf.]

...

Jeremy stood in the hallway, unable to move for a long time.

If what the text said was true, wouldn't all these people turn into monsters?

Just the thought of it made Jeremy's scalp tingle.

[Alert: 10 minutes and 31 seconds left until the arrival of the Apocalypse Game.]

Looking at the text before him, Jeremy's expression grew increasingly grave.

Jeremy wasn't sure if this was all just in his head, but he felt he should at least make some preparations.

If it were just his imagination, that would be for the best. But if it wasn't, and the apocalypse was indeed upon them, then the preparations he made could very well save his life!

Jeremy quickly weighed the pros and cons and made a beeline for his classroom.

With only 10 minutes to spare, he didn't have time for extensive preparations.

Fortunately, Jeremy had a habit of carrying weapons; he had two folding knives on him and several more in his backpack.

Navigating through the crowd downstairs, Jeremy arrived at Class 3-1.

Most people had already left, leaving only a dozen or so in the classroom.

Many were surprised to see Jeremy since, over the course of the semester, they could count on one hand the number of times he had showed up.

"What brings you to class today? Did Emma come to your house for a home visit again?" asked a skinny boy from the back of the room, his face full of confusion. He knew Jeremy well enough to know that only Emma could make Jeremy attend class obediently.

He was Jeremy's deskmate, Ritchie, an anime fan and a bit of a homebody. The two of them got along quite well.

"Came back for something, hold my backpack for me, will you?" Jeremy responded, neither confirming nor denying.

Jeremy's seat was right next to Ritchie's, within easy reach.

Taking advantage of the moment, Jeremy scanned his classmates.

Then, he unexpectedly discovered...

Within his class, there were two individuals capable of awakening supernatural abilities!