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In truth, the questions in Checkpoint 3 were only meant to gauge the examinee’s values. For the ‘Crisis Response’ evaluation, timing stops the instant you open the door and step into Checkpoint 3. Meaning no matter how long I dawdled here, my score wouldn’t be affected. “My choice is: I won’t sacrifice anyone.” At a glance it looks like you have to pick one of the two and sacrifice whichever side’s rabbits to get out. And yes, that is how it was originally designed. But…-
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I won. And I crushed them with a perfect score of 30 wins, 0 draws, and 0 losses. Having tasted the bitterness of defeat one by one to little ol’ me, they were curious as to how I kept winning so easily, and they challenged me one by one in turn. Before long they were saying I wasn’t using foresight at all but must be an Abiliter with superhuman eyesight, and they escalated to rock–paper–scissors with moves pre-written on slips of paper. “So it was true—the closer the future, the…
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After dozens of loads and retakes, I finally figured out every single question and answer. Then I returned to my first save slot, right to the moment when I’d told the kids to wait for me. I shook my head like I was already sick of this. There’d been the written exam, made up of questions from politics, economics, and social studies, and the situational assessment measured crisis management skills. Sure, you might say—what could possibly be so hard about an exam meant for 7 to…
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I gathered the kids and led them out, taking care of things outside first. The chaos out there was no less than what had unfolded inside the auction house. And really, that made sense—after all, we’d brought demonic beasts into town. Of course the people living nearby had panicked. We’d done our best to avoid causing any damage to residential areas, but from the townspeople’s perspective, it must’ve felt like a disaster falling from a clear sky. As proof, the entire area was eerily…
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“Let’s go Krung!” Grrrroooowl—! Tania charged through the maze-like underground prison on the back of her four-legged demonic beast. She already knew where Rosemary was located—she’d memorized it when entering the prison—so there was no need to waste time wandering. By now, the underground was swarming with demonic beasts Raspie had brought in. Thankfully, Tania had rubbed Raspie’s scent onto herself beforehand, allowing her to move freely among them without being…
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“Hoho! What a bold answer.” He laughed heartily and bent down to meet my eyes. His gaze was full of amusement and warmth. “Child, shall I help you get out of here?” “How?” “Just like you said—my hobby is buying the ones with eyes I like... and setting them free.” “Not keeping them, but letting them go?” “Exactly.” Relief swept over me. So this old man wasn’t quite as vile as I’d feared. Still, no matter how kindly he phrased it—buying someone from…
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I didn’t save this point before using my ability and saying goodbye to her. “It was nice seeing you again, Rosemary. I’ll give your older brother your regards. And since I’ll be coming to rescue you soon, don’t cry there. Be brave, okay?” Just as I was about to activate my ability— The drawing door suddenly slammed open without warning. “Tania!” It was Elysion, who had apparently stormed out of House Papiope in a rush this morning. He appeared out of nowhere, and his…
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Wait a second. How old is she in this timeline? She looks about the same age as him, doesn’t she? This time, I got way too worked up and grabbed him by both shoulders, and shook. “Raspie, is your twin sister also black-haired and green-eyed like you?” “…Yeah, she does.” I clutched my head in disbelief, overwhelmed by the totally absurd backstory twist. “No way. Then why the hell did Rosemary leave you behind?!” In the previous timeline, Rosemary had been the youngest of…
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Ron’s eyes and mouth slowly dropped open in shock. “Th-That’s impossible! Just painting stripes on a pumpkin doesn’t make it a watermelon!” The sheer level of denial made me snort without thinking. Guess he’s not much of a liar, which is weird for a merchant’s kid. “Yeah yeah, I won’t aim for watermelon status, so cool your head.” I ruffled Ron’s hair—he was a full two handspans taller than me—and turned to the Mister Guild Master to offer my goodbye. “Well,…
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✦ ✦ ✦ Shhhf—! “You know… I think I’m going to need an explanation for this, Tania.” I pushed the sack I’d dropped on the floor of the Merchant Guild Master’s office over toward him. It was so heavy I couldn’t even lift it—just barely managed to drag it all the way here. “Ageratum Merchant Guild Master, how about we strike a deal?” “A deal?” Mister Guild Master, who’d been blinking blankly a second ago, suddenly straightened up, a glint flashing in his…
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