"Now then," I said looking at the dogs surrounding me, "Let's die together shall we?" I said.
In the distance, was a dead body a girl. The same girl who was playing with these puppies not long ago and now, she lays there, dead.
These puppies... No, these monsters on the other hand, were now surrounding me after killing her.
The growls that answered weren't playful anymore. They were low, distorted—wrong. The things in front of me still looked like puppies, but only from a distance. Up close, their bodies twitched unnaturally, their jaws stretched too wide, and their eyes… their eyes were aware.
One stepped forward, testing me.
I exhaled slowly, forcing my hands to stop shaking. I could handle one. That much I knew. One-on-one, I had the strength, the reflexes. But they weren't going to give me that.
The first one lunged.
I barely slipped to the side in time, its teeth snapping shut inches from my throat. Instinct took over—I grabbed its neck and slammed it into the ground. It shrieked, twisting violently, its claws raking across my arm. Pain flared, sharp and immediate, forcing a grunt out of me as I kicked it away and staggered back.
They didn't rush me after that.
They circled around me watching me with their cold eyes waiting for the perfect opportunity to lunge at me.
"…Yeah," I muttered under my breath, a shaky laugh escaping me. "Figures."
My eyes scanned the ground quickly. Broken glass. Loose stones. A rusted metal pipe a few feet away.
Another one darted in, quick and sudden. I swung at it to force it back, but the movement broke my focus—and that's when I felt it.
That strange pull again.
Like something inside my head responding.
The pipe trembled.
Lifted—just barely—off the ground.
My breath hitched. "Come on…"
A blur rushed from my left.
Too late.
Teeth sank into my side, and I choked on the pain, grabbing its scruff before it could tear deeper. Another one leapt in at the same time—
The pipe jerked forward.
Slow. Clumsy. But enough.
It struck the second one mid-air, knocking it off course. It crashed beside me instead of on top of me. I didn't waste the opening. I slammed the one clamped onto me into the ground repeatedly until it finally let go, stumbling back as blood soaked into my shirt.
So that was it.
Weak, but usable.
I couldn't fight them head-on—not all at once. But I didn't have to.
They rushed again, this time together, trying to overwhelm me. Instead of focusing on them, I focused on the ground beneath them. Small stones. Shards of glass.
Light enough.
My head throbbed as I forced them up, vision blurring at the edges. Then I pushed.
The fragments scattered forward—not fast, not deadly, but enough to disrupt them. One yelped as something caught its eye, another flinched, their formation breaking for just a moment.
That moment was enough.
I moved in.
My fist connected solidly with one, dropping it. I grabbed its body while it was still limp—heavy, but just within the limit—and forced it upward with everything I had. My arm and that invisible push worked together as I threw it into another, sending both crashing to the ground.
But it still wasn't over.
Something moved behind me.
I turned just as another lunged, too close to dodge cleanly. For a split second, something in my mind tightened—like grabbing hold of that same invisible force, but this time directly.
Its movement stuttered.
Just for an instant.
Like it hit resistance in the air.
I didn't question it. I grabbed its jaw mid-lunge and slammed it down with everything I had left. It didn't get back up.
Silence followed.
Heavy, uneven breathing filled the space as I stood there, barely holding myself up. The remaining ones hesitated now, no longer circling with the same confidence.
Good.
I took a step forward. They stepped back.
Another.
They backed off further.
I raised my hand again, forcing the pipe to lift once more. It shook in the air, unstable, my head pounding from the strain, but it stayed up.
"Try it," I said quietly.
That was enough.
They broke.
Not all at once, but enough to scatter and disappear into the distance.
The pipe fell from the air with a dull clang.
And a second later, so did I, my knees hitting the ground as the strength drained out of me all at once.
For a while, I just stayed there, breathing hard, body trembling from the aftermath.
Then my gaze drifted.
Back to her.
She hadn't moved.
Of course she hadn't.
"…I won," I whispered, the words hollow even to my own ears.
It didn't feel like a victory.
Not even close.
Just like that, I fell to my knees before passing out... I died, from blood loss.
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"Morning," I said as I slowly opened my eyes, which then fall on the book in my hand.
The dairy... It was still there, waiting for me to record how my second day wen. Unfortunately, it requires me to survive by the end of it.
There are absolutely no short cuts, just survive by the end of day and write about it, that's it.
Just like the dairy, everything else was same as well, same cursed date, same cursed time.
Nothing had changed.
A tired sigh escaped me as I rubbed my face and forced myself up from the bed. My body still remembered the pain from yesterday—the bites, the exhaustion—even if the wounds themselves were gone. It was like a ghost of suffering, lingering just beneath the skin.
"…Great," I muttered.
Routine.
If I was going to go through hell again, I might as well start like a normal day.
I headed to the kitchen first. The familiarity of small actions helped more than I expected—lighting the stove, cracking eggs, toasting bread. Simple, controlled things. Nothing jumping at me. Nothing trying to kill me.
For a brief moment, it almost felt peaceful.
I ate slowly, leaning against the counter, lost in thought. Planning, maybe. Or just delaying what I knew was coming.
After that, I took a shower.
Hot water poured over me, washing away the lingering tension in my muscles. I stood there longer than necessary, letting the steam fill the space, trying not to think about what waited outside. About the girl. About the dogs.
About dying.
By the time I stepped out, dressed, and checked the time again… nothing had changed.
Of course it hadn't.
"…Yeah," I murmured, running a hand through my damp hair.
Still the same day.
Still the same loop.
Still trapped.
After a while, with nothing else left to stall with, I slipped on my shoes and stepped out of my apartment. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet. Every sound felt sharper now, like my senses were constantly on edge, expecting something to go wrong.
But nothing did.
Not yet.
I made my way up instead of down.
Past the usual floors.
Past the stairwell turns I'd walked a hundred times before.
Until I reached the terrace of the residential building.
The door creaked slightly as I pushed it open, stepping out into the open air. A soft breeze greeted me, carrying that early morning chill. The sky stretched out above—clear, calm, completely indifferent.
I walked forward slowly, stopping near the edge.
From up here, everything looked… normal.
Peaceful, even.
Cars in the distance. People going about their day. No sign of chaos. No sign of what I knew was coming.
My grip tightened slightly on the diary still in my hand.
"…So it starts again," I said quietly, staring out at the city.
Same day.
Same story.
But this time… I have a plan and it's...
"Death don't really hurts if you get used to it really."
It's dying.
As I felt the dizziness, I let my body fell ahead, straight down from the 10 floor building.
It was my shortest life yet...
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And just like that...
[Telepathy
Grade:- F
Level:- 2
Description:- Able to connect mind and communicate with them in 200 meter range.
Limit:- 0 / 3.]
[Telekinesis
Grade:- F
Level:- 4
Description:- Able to use the power of mind to affect the physical world, through at a moderate level.]
[Transcendence
Level:- 3
Description:- Gave a permanent boost to all physical abilities by 25%, including strength, stamina, agility, recovery, etc.]
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My abilities kept on improving...
[Telepathy
Grade:- F
Level:- 4
Description:- Able to connect mind and communicate with them in 600 meter range.
Limit:- 0 / 3.]
[Telekinesis
Grade:- F
Level:- 6
Description:- Able to use the power of mind to affect the physical world, upto a certain level.]
[Transcendence
Level:- 5
Description:- Gave a permanent boost to all physical abilities by 75%, including strength, stamina, agility, recovery, etc.]
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As I kept dying...
[Telepathy
Grade:- F
Level:- 8
Description:- Able to connect mind and communicate with them in 1 Km range.
Limit:- 0 / 6.]
[Telekinesis
Grade:- F
Level:- 9
Description:- Able to use the power of mind to affect the physical world strongly.]
[Transcendence
Level:- 7
Description:- Gave a permanent boost to all physical abilities by 100%, including strength, stamina, agility, recovery, etc.]
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Over and over...