—BOOOOMMM!!!—
The devastating explosion that shook the entire building summoned a massive flame that rose above the shopping mall and surged inside, engulfing the entire ground and second floor, even reaching the upper floors—burning everything, along with the unfortunate survivors who were still gathering supplies at the grocery section.
The flame kept spreading, eating everything they could reach as if trying to satisfy an insatiable hunger.
It was enough to illuminate the approaching night—enough to reveal the horror that came with it.
Despite the fact that she was coming to kill everyone, and the possibility that she would fuc' him to death, Nach couldn't help but be impressed by how much Saki was aura farming now.
Saki stood at the far edge of the light, her blackened, bloodstained uniform and the bloody knives in both hands showing how much she had killed and devoured. Her malicious leer said she was craving more.
Lying on the ground right at her feet was the dead body of a kid, bitten on the neck—a boy whom Nach could only assume Saki had used as a hostage to force the driver to commit suicide by crashing the oil tanker truck into the shopping mall.
Behind her, illuminated each time a car in the parking lot burst into flames, was proof of her strength—an undead horde of Fujimi Academy students.
And to increase her aura farming even more—"ROOAAARRRR!"—Saki let out a loud roar, signaling her entire undead horde to charge into the burning shopping mall, before she herself walked through the flames.
"Damnit—That girl really knows how to make a grand entrance."
"You sound more impressed than scared, Nach-sensei," Saeko said, noticing the terrified yet excited grin on his face.
Her widened eyes reflected the burning flames, the murderous leer curving her lips despite the calm tone of her voice. Her hands trembled—not in fear, but excitement—ready to draw her katana and slay her opponent.
"I could say the same to you, Saeko."
There was no way Nach would think otherwise as he glanced at Saeko beside him—and the same went for Miku.
"Hurry up and cum here, bitch," Miku said—BAM!—Smashing a large crater into the floor with her sledgehammer to test her strength.
The impact of Miku's strike shook the floor, waking a few people who had been knocked unconscious by the shockwave of the explosion.
"Change of plans, everyone."
Nach quickly decided that having Asami and Mitsushima around would only hinder him, Saeko, and Miku from fighting without worrying about them.
Even their plan to burn Saki with Molotov cocktails had been ruined when Saki threw the largest Molotov cocktail ever at them.
Worst of all, their helicopter had already been caught in the flames—so Yui no longer had to worry about being the pilot.
It was lucky that none of them died and only suffered a few burns.
Following Nach's instructions, Mitsushima led everyone into the last storage room on the rooftop that hadn't yet been reached by the flames.
"Don't die, Nach!" Mitsushima shouted before closing the door and barricading it from the inside.
"It's too early to raise a death flag—not for me, or any of us."
"I won't let Yoshida-san get you, Nach-sensei."
"I would kill that bitch for you, Nach-sama."
Now all they had to do was wait—until Saki finished having her fun killing everyone in her path toward them.
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—ARGHHH!!!—
Dying screams echoed throughout the third floor of the shopping mall.
From those burning to death to those being devoured by the blazing undead.
With the entire ground and second floor surging with flames, the remaining survivors and students tried to escape to the fourth floor—only to feel despair when they saw all the staircases blocked by tables and chairs from the food court above.
"Who the fuck threw all this?!"
It was none other than Miku, of course. After all, everyone who wasn't part of their group was nothing but trash who dared defy her Nach-sama—and she wouldn't let them escape with them.
"Just climb through—ACK!"
A knife shot forth from behind their group, piercing straight through the head of the man who tried to climb over the mountain of chairs and tables.
"How the heck—ARGH!"
A second knife followed, piercing the forehead of the other man who was the first to turn around.
"GAHHH!"
"GYAHHH!"
It wasn't just the sight of the two men dead on their feet, their blood soaking the floor, that terrified the dozen survivors and students.
It was the sight of the freshly bloodstained high school girl—and the horde of blazing undead standing behind her.
—ARGHHH!!!—
Some tried to run, while others collapsed to the floor with trembling legs. Yet all of them shared the same fate—being burned and devoured—except for one high school boy who was left unharmed, trembling on his feet at the center of the chaos and death.
"Saki-san…"
"Koji-kun!"
Saki cheerfully ran toward her supposed ex-boyfriend. Her malicious expression shifted back into that of an innocent high school girl as she tightly hugged Koji—so tight that he soon began to feel discomfort.
"You're a coward who couldn't even stand up when another man took your girlfriend right in front of you. A trash who got hooked on being fucked by a bitch."
"It hurts… Saki-san—ARGH!"
Koji's trembling voice was quickly overwhelmed by screams of pain. He couldn't even ask how Saki was still alive, or apologize for leaving her behind when she was bitten by an undead at school—much less beg for forgiveness or his life.
The pain from her tight embrace turned into agony as his ribs shattered, piercing his internal organs.
There was no way he could escape, no matter how much he resisted or tried to push her away.
"ARGH—"
Even his screams were muffled as he began spilling blood—not only from his mouth, but from his other eight holes as well.
"But I guess we're both trash, since I fell in love with you before."
Saki tossed Koji's lifeless, broken body aside as if throwing away food she was too disgusted to take another bite of.
She pulled her knives from the heads of her victims and, with a single jump, reached the fourth floor before cheerfully walking toward the food she had been craving all day.
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While everyone else was fighting, running, or hiding for their lives, Shido was pooping for his.
"ARGH!—Just come out already!"
With one last push, along with pain surging from his asshole through his entire body and making him shiver on the floor, Shido finally managed to poop out the helicopter key.
He gathered the last of his strength to crawl around, grabbing the key while everyone else was gone—only to go mad upon seeing it still covered in blood and shit.
After all, it was highly unlikely for a helicopter key to be engraved with the logo of Rolls-Royce.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU—FUCKIN' BASTARD!"