I Became Strong At Night And Weak At Day Inside A Game

Boom! Booom! Boooom! 

A series of explosions shook the atmosphere.

Each time, the ground shook as if there had been an earthquake.

Screams tangle in all directions.

I lowered my posture reflexively.

Leon and Ethan also lowered their posture and turned their heads to grasp the situation. 

“What’s going on!?”

“It’s an explosion!”

“What do you mean by explosion all of a sudden…!”

I want to ask that too.

The bombing that should have been carried out by the spies of the Karmut Federation was prevented.

Now that the contact has been processed, there is no time to revise the fake operation I delivered.

Since the imitation five-star sword was used, the possibility that the spies were not deceived is infinitely converged to 0%.

So what is this explosion?

There is no possibility that it was an accident of bad luck rather than terrorism. 

However, intuition beyond logic appealed that this was an incident. 

The cause of the explosion is unknown. 

But there was something else for sure.

“If left as it is, the casualties will grow out of control.” 

Estero Academy is now allowing outside visitors, unlike usual. 

This means that even an incident of the same scale will cause damage many times greater than usual.

“The club booth has the most people. The exhibition hall, auditorium, and cafeteria should be able to cope with the bachelor’s staff. First of all, we have to evacuate the people here.”

“I know the evacuation location, so leave it to me!”

“I will help too. It’s a waste of a hand now.”

Ethan and Leon nodded.

I left them both running in opposite directions.

“Theo!” 

Leon calls, but there is no time to stop.

The first thing I need is information.

Louis would know something. 

Louis Lepersha didn’t betray me, at least. 

This, too, is an unshakable fact.

There is no benefit from him revealing my plan to the spies.

Rather, it would be more dangerous because it revealed the location of the spy hideout to the enemy.

Above all, Louis Lepersha, whom I confirmed personally at Bayford— It may be a one-sided order from the top, but he is not a human being who will come up with such a method of causing such a large amount of casualties. 

Otherwise, there would be no need to feed a hungry child, sympathize with the suffering of others, help subjugate King of Squid or hold hands with me to get a hold of a contact book. 

The look Louis Lepersha showed every moment must have been true without a single lie. 

I made my way through the chaotic crowd. 

The explosions and vibrations are far away.

But there’s no law preventing the next explosion from happening nearby.

I ran, suppressing anxiety and fear.

I found Louis’s face in the fleeing crowd. 

It was hard to find, and just as I was about to give up, I saw Louis leave the bachelor building.

“Senior Louis!”

I ran straight in front of him right away.

Then I grabbed Louis’s shoulder.

“How did this happen?”

I’m out of breath.

It doesn’t work even if I try to suppress my rough breathing.

I barely said a word.

“The mission must have been changed to something else, but how did the explosion—” 

“So it was you?” 

Louis laughed strangely all of a sudden.

I stepped back at the strange sensation running down my back.

The intuition that something was wrong sounded the alarm wildly.

“You, senior Louis….” 

Whoosh—.

I didn’t even have time to pull out Deathwise.

An assassin wearing Louis’s mask thrust out a dagger. 

I fell to my knees and grabbed my stomach in an unexpected surprise.

The blood dripped off my hand and soaked the floor.

My vision went white with the excruciating pain.

“It’s a price for trying to ruin the great world.”

The voice of an indifferent assassin came from somewhere far away. 

6

“Must be good… Everyone… Because it’s a festival…”

Professor Edmund Clayton’s laboratory. 

Clara organizes her research materials with her dead eyes in a place called Estero’s Lighthouse, where the lights stay on 24 hours a day, 365 days a year.

“I wanted to go to… festival too….” 

She was also a student at Estero Academy in the past.

She must have been in the midst of a brilliant youth, but at some point, he came to his senses and is living as a research laboratory’s ghost.

Beyond the gate, a festival worthy of being called the biggest youth event is in full swing.

However, she is left alone in the laboratory, organizing her research materials.

Even Edmund Clayton himself didn’t go to work in the lab—.

“Me too, festival… Me too, food… I want to watch games and exhibitions… I want to waste my time doing nothing and getting drunk in the festive mood….” 

All of this complaining is pointless.

Knowing this fact better than anyone else, Clara carefully organized the classified research materials one by one with a keen eye.

Boom! 

A dull sound echoed outside the window.

The laboratory vibrated slightly, but Clara didn’t notice it at all.

“Is it already time for fireworks…? I’m in trouble… I haven’t finished it yet…” 

The moment she muttered.

Boom! A roar rang out again.

This time it was closer, and the shock that shook the laboratory was intense.

Books spilled from the bookshelves, and furniture from the desk spilled onto the floor.

Now it’s strange not to know.

In the shock of the powerful explosion, Clara forgot to even scream and hardened.

Boom! 

The third explosion woke her up again.

Only then, realizing the seriousness of her situation, Clara jumped out of her seat and got up.

“Research data…! Research data…!!”

Play

Unmute

Instead of running away right away, Clara stuffed the research materials she had just compiled into her leather bag and ran out of the lab holding it in her arms.

It was easy for her to get out of the main building.

The problem was that crowds completely blocked the road from the main building to the main gate.

Before she couldn’t move, Clara turned to the bachelor building. 

Because there was a shelter beyond it.

‘If it’s a shelter, I can keep the data safe…!’

Clara ran to the bachelor building with only that thought. 

Then she saw a familiar face in front of the building.

It was Theo Agrit.

He is a student in who Professor Edmund Clayton is very interested.

Clara was also a coveted talent as she had considerable knowledge of rune magic.

Seeing such a face, it was an instinctive choice to approach him.

Theo Agrit was talking to someone.

Soon he was on his knees, clutching his stomach.

Clara screamed involuntarily at the blood dripping down his hand.

“Student Theo!?”

He quickly left when the person he was talking to confirmed that he had heard Clara’s voice. 

Clara ran to Theo right away.

“Are you okay!?”

“Assistant Clara…?” 

Theo staggered to his feet.

When he drooped his left hand, the dagger fell to the floor.

Blood was still dripping down his hand.

“H, huh? You clearly stabbed in the stomach….” 

“I caught it before I got stabbed. This… It hurts more than it looks….” 

Was it luck that he didn’t reach out to Deathwise? 

Just before being stabbed, Theo grabbed the dagger with his hand.

He got a deep cut on his left hand, but because of that, he didn’t get stabbed in the stomach instead.

If Clara hadn’t appeared there, the assassin would have killed him, but this also deserves to be called heavenly luck. 

“First of all, first aid…!” 

Clara took out her handkerchief and wrapped it around Theo’s hand. 

Theo’s face twisted as she tightened it hard to stop the bleeding.

“The rest are in shelters….” 

“No, I… I have something to do. Assistant Clara, you should go first.”

“What do you mean? It’s exploding everywhere, and even stabbed with a knife!”

“I don’t know what would happen without me. If I don’t go now, I can’t.” 

Theo Agrit didn’t back down an inch. 

Even though he was in pain and twisting his face, his voice didn’t shake as he held the handkerchief that was stained with his blood.

“The library is probably the safest place to keep the research data.”

With a few words added, Theo Agrit started running. 

It was an unbelievably hard attitude for Theo Agrit, which she had seen up until the start of the semester.

Because of that, Clara couldn’t stop him.

Instead, she began to run toward the library, hugging the bag containing the research data preciously.

7

“Damn…” 

The main characters were running around even after being shot or stabbed.

When in fact, it hurts a lot when I hold the knife with my hand.

Every time I run, the pain rises in my neck from the dizzying pain.

I don’t know if it was because I stopped the bleeding with a handkerchief so much that the blood couldn’t get through and made my senses a little numb or if the drug ingredients were exploding in my brain to stop the pain, but the pain gradually subsided.

In addition, I completely shifted my consciousness to the other side, not to the pain.

While stabbing me, the assassin explained my situation coolly, such as a grand plan.

There are a few facts that have been made clear by this.

This terrorist attack wasn’t carried out by the federal government alone from the beginning. 

It is a scheme promoted by the cooperation of the organization to which the assassin belongs and the federation.

So, even if I completely tricked the Karmut Federation spies, the truth must have been revealed in the process of cooperating with the organization.

This part was completely unexpected.

No wonder all the spies who were present when visiting the hideout were only limbs.

In fact, there is a separate person in charge of the hideout, and he is the only one who works with the organization.

“Damn it, failed game! Didn’t you unlock this setting and hide it…!” 

It was a setting that had never been mentioned in the game.

Not to mention Louis didn’t know all the operation details, so he had no reason to doubt it.

Wouldn’t it be better if it was just this?

Organizations that employ assassins are most likely pioneers.

It’s just a feeling without physical evidence, but I’m sure of it based on the situation.

The identity of the enemy was specific.

It would be too optimistic to consider this fortunate.

Collaborating with the Corbus family, Bayford’s mayor Liam Duncan, and Karmut Federation spies.

If the successive events are all the work of the pioneers, it is impossible to predict how great their ability and influence will be.

In the real Broken World, the power of the pioneers is only the tip of the iceberg.

Having to deal with such an enemy makes my head complicated.

“Enough. It doesn’t matter now.”

The most important thing is the present, not the future.

Now I must put an end to this commotion.

I throw away the fact that I know everything inside like before.

In fact, what unfolds before me is the background hidden behind the story of the Broken World.

Not the bright and beautiful stage, but the other side.

Where is the audience who is aware of the circumstances backstage where the staff wanders around in a complicated way?

I don’t know all the stories behind the scenes.

So, the first thing to do is to take what needs to be taken, discard what needs to be discarded, and keep my attention on the variables in front of me to overcome events and phenomena. 

Boom! 

There was an explosion in the auditorium and student cafeteria.

The first thing to deal with was that explosion.

I turned to the place where the explosion occurred.