The overwhelming emotions created a vortex, drawing everyone who came and went into the story belonging to the vortex's owner.

Until someone breaks this copy.

Although the two people in front of me are fictional characters, they are most likely students from the real Aoyama Middle School.

They all died after the apocalypse occurred.

The owner of the instance, driven by intense emotions, trapped the already deceased people within his own story.

“Maybe he wasn’t lying,” Cen Yu said, looking at them with pity. “You will indeed die.”

The person speaking to Cen Yu seemed surprised that Cen Yu would suddenly swear, and immediately wanted to slam their fist on the table and stand up—

"What's all the noise about!"

Just as that person stood up, a man was already standing at the back door of the classroom.

The other person looked to be in his thirties, with a serious expression. The moment he appeared, all the chatter in the classroom stopped, and the person who had just stood up regretted it... wanting to sit down but worried about being noticed.

Cen Yu turned around to talk to the person at the desk behind her, and happened to meet the gaze of the man who came in through the back door of the classroom.

"You," the man looked at Cen Yu, "what were you whispering about back there?"

"Don't you know it's already time for evening self-study?"

The atmosphere in the classroom changed abruptly after he said that.

It was like some kind of flag signal; some of the students who were originally able to maintain a normal appearance changed their expressions when the man said those words.

The person who stood up had eyes that had become complete black holes... as if if Cen Yu gave even one wrong answer, he would immediately trigger the death flag.

"Teacher," Cen Yu said, ignoring the students' changed expressions, "I was helping my classmates."

He shook the book in his hand, "I found that He Yuxing's book has been scribbled on, and I'm trying to find out who the culprit is."