Gamers Are Fierce

「Time rewound to ten minutes earlier.」

After searching through the girls’ dormitory, Plague Doctor entered the somewhat dilapidated school infirmary. He heard a group of girls cursing and shouting in the restroom, along with the sounds of a beating and objects smashing against the ceramic floor.

Something was off. Plague Doctor decisively pulled out his weapon and equipment and slowly approached.

He used the Wooden Long Stick to push open the restroom door, but it was empty, as if the sounds he had heard were just an illusion.

Suddenly, a bundle of black hair, like seaweed, burst crazily from the drain at the far end of the restroom.

Plague Doctor instinctively raised his long stick, preparing to unleash an offensive skill.

However, the black hair moved much faster than he anticipated. It shot out and constricted around Plague Doctor’s waist like a python, dragging him into the restroom.

The door closed.

When Plague Doctor woke up again, he found himself transformed into a plain-looking female high school student. He was wearing an Ibaraki Middle School uniform and standing in the restroom, washing his—her—hands.

Then, the restroom door was violently kicked open. Four rough-looking girls walked in, cursing as they shoved him into a corner and pulled his hair.

This was the memory of the deceased. Plague Doctor knew this very well.

He wanted to fight back, but his limbs would not obey. He could only reside within this female high school student’s body, enduring the beating and silently watching everything unfold.