Chapter 53: What Is Amasawa Ichika Thinking?
I still remember that day vividly.
As a member of the "5th Generation," I mechanically went through the White Room's curriculum. That was my daily life. That was the norm.
Even when I try to recall my memories, all that comes to mind is a blank, white room from the past. I had already vaguely sensed it—that this facility wasn't normal.
This facility's educational philosophy was to produce artificial geniuses. To see how much they could elevate ordinary people to the level of geniuses. To see how far they could surpass geniuses. It was nothing more than an experimental ground.
"Ahh... Aaahh..."
Combat training was one of the curriculum programs.
A boy from the same "5th Generation" writhed in pain, clutching his stomach after taking my attack.
"St... stop..."
"Sorry. It's an order, after all."
Holding back wasn't allowed in combat training. I delivered the finishing blow to the suffering boy. I felt no guilt. That emotion had long since disappeared. Or maybe I never had it to begin with.
"The test is over. Ichika Amasawa, return to your room."