SCP Sobu High Branch · Forward Command Post (Former Student Council Room)
Iroha was slumped in the President's chair, her soul seemingly floating out of her body.
Before her, a mountain of "Christmas Exchange" documents loomed like a grave emanating the stench of bureaucratic rot. Venue, budget, formal correspondence... every line of text there brutally assaulted her SAN value.
"I can't take this anymore..."
She buried her face into the pile of documents and let out a dying groan: "This is more torturous than listening to your brainwashing speeches, please, I'm begging you..."
By the window, Darius set down his monocular.
"I figured as much."
He strode toward the desk, snatched up the draft proposal, and scanned it with a razor-sharp gaze.
"Full of holes. Saturated with the rot of capitalism and the stench of consumerism."
The red pen landed, making the surface of the paper look as though it were soaked in blood.
"Heavy Infantry, respond." Darius pressed the intercom button, speaking at rapid-fire speed.
"General! Zaimokuza is ready to receive orders!" A trembling, roaring voice bellowed from the receiver.
"Bring the 'ritual equipment' in. Now. We need Rune characters to suppress the reality distortion in here."
He hung up and turned around.
"Pink Hazard, where is your biological weapon?"
Yui snapped to attention immediately, producing an incubator box from her backpack with an expression of grave seriousness: "Reporting, Commander! The high-purity antimatter cake has finished baking! Its energy is highly unstable — it is advised to handle with extreme caution!"
In the corner of the room, Yukino had put on her noise-cancelling headphones and was sharpening a pointed wooden stick without expression. It was her only solace in this world gone mad.
Darius slammed the now-completely-overhauled draft proposal onto the desk.
"Listen up. Christmas is cancelled. A hypocritical holiday like that must be swept away entirely."
He pointed to the blackboard with a fanatical gleam in his eyes: "What we will be holding is the 'Winter Solstice Ritual and Survivor Matching Experiment.'"
"Huh?" Iroha looked up in alarm, her face a mask of horror.
"The Christmas tree in the hall is a seedling of Yggdrasil — an anchor point connected to higher dimensions. Hang colorful lights on it? Tacky! We will be affixing Rune seals to provide it with Ether nourishment!"
Darius's pen tip spun around, pointing to the 'Free Dance Party' column.
"This section is to be changed to 'Apocalyptic Battle Royale.' Participants will be randomly drawn to become either 'The Infected' or 'Survivors.' Want to find a date? Fine — only those who survive the hunt shall earn the right to reproduce."
"That's just playing Werewolf!"
"Shallow! This is an extreme trial of humanity's survival instincts!"
*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!*
A knocking at the door cut through Darius's sermon. The rhythm was firm, carrying with it the nauseating fragrance of elitism.
The door swung open. Tamanawa, the Student Council President of Kaihin Sogo High, entered accompanied by two followers who looked like identical clones. His hair was immaculately slicked back, his smile factory-standard like an AI.
"Excuse me?"
The moment he opened his mouth, Tamanawa immediately radiated a dense aura of dissonance: "Is this Sobu High's Student Council? I'm Tamanawa."
His gaze swept across the room — the blackboard inscribed with "Sacrifice," Yui's incubator emitting purple gas, and Yukino sharpening her stick in the corner.
Tamanawa's smile froze for a brief moment, but a powerful instinct for "corporate arrogance" snapped him right back to factory settings.
"It appears you are already conducting preparation for our joint venture. Very good."
He spread his arms wide, as though standing on a TED Talk stage with exaggerated gestures:
"I've come to reach a consensus and ensure this is a win-win situation. We need to align our granularity here..."
Yukino quietly turned up the volume on her headphones.
Yui shuddered: "Commander, is he... casting a spell?"
Darius remained expressionless. His Eye of Truth immediately dissected the target.
[Warning: High-level cognitive pollution source detected]
[Skill: Closed-Logic Destruction Technique (Chinglish Version)]
The corner of Darius's mouth curled into a cold sneer.
Playing tricks like this in front of the leader of an evil cult?
He stepped forward to greet him, shook Tamanawa's hand, his gaze deep as two black holes.
"Welcome."
Darius's voice was flat, devoid of any intonation, locking directly onto his opponent's frequency: "We do indeed require profound synergy to restructure the entire strategic layout."
Tamanawa faltered.
(The script is wrong. Why is this person able to keep up so seamlessly? And that gaze... that is the gaze of someone who has witnessed the ultimate truth of the universe.)
"Ah... yes." Tamanawa struggled to maintain his rhythm, attempting to reclaim control of the conversation. "The key is to enhance brand value—"
"Shallow."
Darius cut him off sharply, his voice dropping low as though leaking a cosmic secret:
"Chairman Tamanawa, our target is nothing of the sort. Our mission is to construct a temporary, partial island within this hopeless universe where entropy increases irreversibly..."
Darius brought his face close to Tamanawa's now-rigid one, emphasizing every single word:
"—A Negative Entropy Island."
Tamanawa's smile shattered completely.
Entropy... what? Negative entropy... what even is that? This question was already far outside the syllabus!
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