Story Reader / Floating Record / ER11 Begin Anew / Story
BOOM—
The high-strength concrete and ceramic-armored walls are reduced to fragments amid a thunderous roar.
The spherical Corrupted known as "Gwynplaine" tips his top hat low and performs a gentlemanly bow toward the people in the library, all while engulfed in thick, billowing dust.
Hahahaha...
His massive body closes in within an instant as he swings a blood-red chainsaw at the densely packed crowd.
Ah!!
Get lost, you old bastard!
Jetavie dashes forward to shield the girl, swinging her Greatsword at him with all her might.
A dull thud echoes—there's no sensation of cutting through. His body is encased in some kind of extremely thick elastic material that deflects Jetavie's attack.
My turn now!!
Ugh...
ENERGY REMAINING: 25.49%
FRAME DAMAGE: 54.33%
Got you! Hahaha!!
The successful attack brings him a unique pleasure, causing him to stop in place and double over in hysteria.
...
WEAPON CHARGING... 30%
Fun, I need more fun!
WEAPON CHARGING... 70%
He spins his body, the high-speed whirling saw deflecting Jetavie's Greatsword and carving a long, narrow gash into her frame.
Ugh...
ENERGY REMAINING: 12.29%
FRAME DAMAGE: 71.56%
Hahaha!
[WEAPON CHARGING... 100%]
Taking advantage of his laughing fit, Jetavie pushes off his highly elastic outer shell and grabs the gun swung to her by her tail.
...?
Die!
In a moment of stupor, a high-energy particle beam suddenly pierces through his defenses, blasting a hole clean through his arm.
Aaaahh!! It hurts, it hurts so much!!
He clutches his wound, releasing an ear-splitting howl of pain.
Seemingly overwhelmed by pain, the bulky figure hastily flees the scene.
ENERGY REMAINING: 7.31%
FRAME DAMAGE: 71.56%
LOW POWER MODE ACTIVATED
Huff... Puff...
Alarming red data floats across her visual module as Jetavie doubles over in pain...
The whistling of bullets?
Aargh!
Her shoulder is pierced through—her processing center receives the danger signal, but her frame, running in low power mode, can no longer respond properly.
(Angry roaring)
The library wall is blown apart by the clown—through that massive hole, Corrupted pour in like a relentless tide.
Vision blurring, body trembling.
Another volley of bullets tears through the air, shrieking as they streak toward her.
Relying on pure instinct, Jetavie hefts her Greatsword and single-handedly holds the line.
Uhh...
With sword and body, she blocks the onslaught... but only part of it.
The rest grazes past her ears—thin streaks of light dart across her visual module like comets as they pierce into the vulnerable crowd behind her.
The crimson flowers of death bloom.
The fleeing crowd bursts into heart-rending wails, and a flood of complex audiovisual information rushes into her processing center... Time seems to slow down.
She sees a youth desperately clutching their companion's limp hand, a stoic husband dying in his wife's embrace, a father pulling his bleeding child to his chest...
She sees an infant who once slept soundly in her arms now wailing inconsolably, because the woman who should be embracing her has collapsed to the ground, having lost the strength to hold her child.
Teacher [player name] lies severely wounded and in shock, while all of Jetavie's classmates have entered emergency shutdown. Jetavie is the only one left who can still fight.
Why does she still persist? Is it to "protect humanity"?
No, it's not such a noble emotion...
She's just... "envying" them, isn't she?
SCREECH!!
Get out of my way.
Jetavie spins and cuts down one Corrupted, only for the blades of another group of Corrupted to close in from behind.
Ugh...
She hurls one away with all her might, only for another to lunge at her, then another and another, frantically gnawing at her frame components.
GET OFF ME!!
Red electricity bursts from Jetavie's body. Seizing the moment when the Corrupted loosen their grip, she once again swings her Greatsword with all her might.
ENERGY REMAINING: 6.29%
FRAME DAMAGE: 77.56%
Huff... Puff...
She plants her Greatsword into the ground, propping up her shattered body.
Looking back at the people huddled together, she feels the intense sorrow and kinship between them. They're fortunate, she thinks—to have someone who cries out for them.
They all have their own "chosen one"—and Jetavie envies them for it.
(Angry roar)
The Corrupted surge forward like a crimson tide, wave after wave, seemingly without end—and yet this assault has been deliberately provoked by the company's people.
"Obtaining data on the chosen ones after the 'final test'" was nothing but a lie to keep her here...
ENERGY REMAINING: 6.01%
FRAME DAMAGE: 77.56%
Fighting with her current energy levels and output capacity will only lead to destruction, won't it?
Blood and vital fluids stain the pristine white floor of the library crimson. Teacher [player name], Martha, and students... all of them severely wounded.
There is no "chosen one" here, and Jetavie stands alone—but that doesn't mean she has nothing to cherish.
Eh...
She pushes herself off the Greatsword, pulling it from the ground and pointing it forward.
Before she faces destruction, she will ensure those she cherishes survive.
<b>Jetavie...</b>
Teacher?
The human's combat suit is stained red with blood as they collapse helplessly to the ground, seemingly struggling to transmit words to her through the Mind Beacon.
Time slows down once again.
Reinforcements? Teacher, you still like to joke with Jetavie even at a time like this...
Besides, even if reinforcements are real, there's not much time left for this place. Three minutes is already pushing it.
M.I.N.D. CONNECTION REQUEST
RECEIVER HAS DECLINED
Oh my! Who would have thought Teacher wanted to be with Jetavie so badly?
The situation is critical now. All remaining power must be directed to keep the battle modules operational.
For the safety of your consciousness, the personality module that receives the Mind Beacon has been forcibly locked...
EMERGENCY POWER ALLOCATION PROTOCOL
I might lose some personality data... but when that time comes, you'll just have to introduce yourself to me all over again.
ENERGY TRANSFER IN PROGRESS
PERSONALITY MODULE LOCKED
BATTLE POWER RESTORATION IN PROGRESS
WARNING: PERSONALITY DATA LOSS
You're so greedy, Teacher... I might not even come back, but you're already thinking that far ahead?
But... if we really do meet again...
When you cross paths with the next Jetavie, try not to be so soft on her.
When you cross paths with the next Jetavie, try not to be so soft on her.
"Battlefield"... huh? What is a battlefield, really?
The girl's voice becomes ethereal and distant.
Is it losing countless people once... or losing the one you love the most, countless times?
I have grown weary... in this world without the Chosen One
Jetavie gazes at you longingly, then shoulders her gun and Greatsword, never looking back.
Meanwhile, clad in your combat gear, you endure excruciating pain, desperately channeling neural signals with every ounce of your strength.
MIND BEACON—MAXIMUM OUTPUT POWER
