Material: The Missing Criminal

Material 02 | Game

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                      02

An incomplete night







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At first, it was a game that brought interest to my once-boring life. Then, the more I played, the more I became intoxicated with a strange sense of superiority. What a terrifying feeling. ■■ thought for the first few days that this was something I shouldn't feel as a human, at least not in this place teeming with living, breathing people, so he deleted the game. But then he remembered,


'I don't have the guts to kill anyone anyway, so it doesn't matter if I do it, right?'



It was quite interesting, and I felt a sense of superiority in the fact that killing a game character wouldn't leave any evidence behind. I didn't need plausibility. I just did whatever I wanted. I enjoyed watching a game character mourn over a friend who had died.

Until then,
It was just fun.











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"………what?"




■■ opened his eyes, and a chat window appeared before him. The window was so bright it hurt his eyes that he closed them. But soon, he had no choice but to open them. Something he'd seen before he closed his eyes lingered before his eyes like an afterimage. Hoping it wasn't true, he opened his eyes.







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“Why is it raining…….”





error,

error,

error,

Failed to save game.





"What are you talking about, you crazy system,"






An error has occurred.

An error has occurred.

If you want to end the game,
Please wait until the server stabilizes, or

Complete the game.









10,000,000 years, 10,000 hours, 99,999 minutes until server stability







"Ah ...





■■ couldn't believe what was happening. Am I trapped in a game? My legs were warm beneath the blanket, but my body outside was so cold it felt like I'd freeze at any moment. What about the numbness in my toes? Ironically, it felt surreal yet all too real. Fear washed over me. I had to leave the game.


I thought about it rationally, but the conditions for leaving the game were both the same, and it was clear that someone had intentionally set them up to screw me over. I double-checked the astronomical numbers. I was going crazy.





“You’re telling me to clear the game….”






■■ knew how to clear the game,








"How could I do that, how could I kill a person, f*ck.."











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"Final exams are just around the corner, guys."There was an unfortunate incident, but let's prepare hard for the final exam."
"…………….."





In the chilling silence, the teacher awkwardly knocked on the desk a couple of times and quickly left the class. A chill ran through the class without Park Jimin. It wasn't so much because of Park Jimin's absence, but rather...





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"Who is it? There's a culprit among us. Let's hear why he killed them."

"Stop talking nonsense and sit down, Jeon Jungkook."

"Is it you, Min Yoongi?"





At Jeon Jungkook's words, Min Yoongi abruptly leaped from his seat. The once-quiet class erupted into chaos. Desks tumbled forward, and chairs tumbled backward. Jung Hoseok, sitting next to Min Yoongi, barely managed to catch him as he tried to reach Jeon Jungkook, and Kim Yeoju also hastily covered Jeon Jungkook's mouth.

Yes, the problem with class 1, grade 2 is
It's not that Park Jimin isn't there,
This is the situation that Park Jimin left behind.







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"Jungkook, don't even think about stabbing them one by one."

"……………"

"If you're not the culprit, you'll definitely get hurt."





Jeon Jungkook's eyes turned to Jeong Ho-seok. His once fiercely glaring eyes softened at those words. Kim Yeo-joo's hand slowly lifted from Jeon Jungkook's. This time, her gaze turned to Kim Yeo-joo.

Jeon Jungkook said playfully.







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"What are you looking at, kid? If you act so foolishly, you'll be the next one to die."

“……….You’re a piece of shit.”

"Do you understand now?"






Jeon Jung-kook chuckled at Kim Yeo-ju's words.

Just as the situation seemed to be settling down, a question suddenly flew into their ears, disrupting the already strained atmosphere.







"By the way, what about Kim Seokjin?"

"That bastard won't have any kids."

"Whatever, whatever."






The conversation continued, starting with Kim Namjoon, then Min Yoongi, and then Jung Hoseok. The situation was settled with the notion that Kim Seokjin had probably been a school bully. Kim Taehyung, who had been hunched over his desk since morning, raised his head slightly, glanced at Kim Seokjin's window seat, clicked his tongue, and lowered his head again. One thing was certain: Kim Seokjin wasn't the kind of person who could bully a school. That meant...


Something happened.


Kim Taehyung knew that secretly. But he didn't say anything. There was no reason to say anything. In fact, he'd be grateful if something happened. What an unlucky bastard.













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The story begins with the protagonist, who is playing a game, becoming trapped in the game.

The protagonist must leave the game

Wait until the system stabilizes

Kill all the students except yourself

The culprit is

Who could it be?