Don't you believe me?
Just as the brown-haired boy and the skinny boy with the mushroom haircut were about to have their argument escalate, the brown-haired boy and the skinny boy with the mushroom haircut were about to have their argument become increasingly heated.
Another boy stood up and shouted loudly.
"Hey! You two, let go of each other's hands."
Upon hearing the shout, the brown-haired boy quickly let go of his hand.
"I…………"
If he hadn't let go, it wouldn't have been a problem. But once he did, the force caused the skinny boy with the mushroom haircut to lose control and fall backward.
This backward fall naturally gave a girl who already had murderous thoughts an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.
The long samurai sword pierced straight through the back of the skinny boy with the mushroom haircut.
The skinny boy with the mushroom haircut helplessly put down the shotgun in his hand, staring in horror at the blade that had grown out of his chest.
"You are…………"
"What the hell are you doing?!"
The girl, her glasses and face covered in blood, spoke through tears after she had just killed someone.
"Mom, she, Mom..."
"Mommy, she, Mommy, she, Mommy, she, Mommy, she..."
The girl, holding a samurai sword and wearing glasses, has completely broken down.
She found a photo of her mother in the box left behind by Junko Enoshima.
The girl with glasses' mother is probably already being... well, you know... by Junko Enoshima.
Once someone starts killing each other, things just keep going.
Each student eagerly picked up a weapon from the ground, not to kill, but to protect themselves.
Some students even picked up a submachine gun and started firing indiscriminately.
However, his marksmanship was so poor that even a dog could shoot better than him.
It's practically like a human outline shot.
"No, no, no, no, I don't want to die."
A petite girl with rabbit ears and heterochromatic eyes cried out in a panic, her eyes closed.
A burly male classmate next to her patted her on the shoulder and said something comforting.
"It's fine."
Just as the female student with rabbit ears and heterochromatic eyes showed a grateful expression, the burly male student, contrary to expectations, stabbed her in the stomach.
This was something the female student never expected.
He thought the person was there to save him, but it turned out to be someone who was going to kill him.
This is truly, utterly hopeless... utterly hopeless!
That wasn't the end of it. The burly student then used the body of the female student with rabbit ears and heterochromia as a shield to block his gun.
It was thrown at the male student who was randomly firing a submachine gun.
The male student holding the submachine gun was knocked down by the corpse, and the submachine gun fell to the ground.
The burly student straddled the male student's upper body and then forcefully grabbed his neck with both hands.
Just as the male student was about to suffocate, he used all his strength to pull a knife from the body of the rabbit-eared, heterochromatic-eyed girl.
Then he thrust his full force into the strong man's neck.
Suddenly, the situation on both sides reversed.
The burly student was fatally stabbed.
Unfortunately, the male student had gone mad and didn't even spare the corpse, continuing to frantically stab the burly man's body.
"Death! Death! Death!"
"I want to die, I want to die, I want to die!"
Everything that happened in the classroom—murder, mutual killing.
Junko Enoshima, who was in the monitoring room, saw everything.
As for Kamikura Izuru, he naturally stayed at the scene without fear and watched.
Junko Enoshima looked at the dozens of screens in front of her and said.
"Hope is a predetermined harmony; to pursue the light with an upright heart is one-sided."
"Hope and despair are two extremes."
At this very moment, Junko Enoshima was sitting on the sofa, happily hugging a Monokuma plushie, watching the Hope's Peak Academy student council members fight amongst themselves.
"Sticky and mushy, and also runny and mushy."
"Whether it's love or hate."
"What swallowed them all up was despair."
"Despair is what makes people not even know where they are going."
The infighting among student council members has become unstoppable.
The pink-haired girl was also stabbed through the stomach by the brown-haired boy.
The pink blood gushed out like a fountain.
One of the couples hid in a corner, the boy said.
"We don't need to associate with that group of cruel people."
"Well, let's put an end to this cleanly between the two of us."
The man and woman, who are a couple, each hold a handgun.
That's right, the two of them planned to commit suicide together.
You kill me, I kill you; they both want to die at each other's hands.
Unfortunately, some people don't want them to have their way.
Having just killed the girl in pink, the brown-haired boy stabbed the couple in the stomach with a single shot.
"Why?"
"You guys are disgusting! Just shut up!"
After saying that, the brown-haired boy, with red eyes and tears streaming down his face, forcefully struck the gun handle with the shovel in his hand.
The spear impaled the couple together, pinning them to the ground.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"
"No, no, no! I don't want to die by your hand!"
The girl in this couple was struggling frantically, tears and blood streaming down her face.
Unfortunately, no matter how much she struggled, she could not escape the fate of being nailed to the floor.
In the end, both of the couple died from excessive blood loss.
It's truly pathetic, truly hopeless.
The two, who originally planned to commit suicide together, ended up being brutally murdered by their companion.
After killing the couple, the brown-haired boy began to cry bitterly, burying his face in his hands.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!! Aaaaaaahh ...
What he didn't know was that a classmate had secretly approached him from behind.
This classmate was none other than the first bespectacled female student who killed someone with a samurai sword.
She held a chainsaw in her hand, her eyes flashing coldly, and a chilling smile appeared on her lips as she looked at the brown-haired boy.
Meanwhile, Kamukura Izuru was silently observing all of this.
Junko Enoshima, in the monitoring room, was also observing Izuru Kamukura's expression.
"The only thing you can't predict is despair. Only unpredictable despair can save you from a boring future."
This is what Junko Enoshima wanted to say to Izuru Kamukura.
Simply put, hope is predictable, while despair is unpredictable, so come and join me in becoming despair!
—Junko Enoshima, leader of the Cult of Despair.
The chainsaw in the girl's hand made a clicking sound.
However, because the brown-haired boy was crying so loudly, it masked the clicking sound, so he didn't notice the girl approaching.
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