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The Human Massacre Games

In a world consumed by the rat race, Haruto Oshima stood out as a bright student who despised the rat race everyone seemed trapped in. His dream? A life filled with success, excitement, and lots of wealth alongside his middle school girlfriend, Kanna. Haruto devoted himself intensely to his study, Achieving brilliant success in every exam, and took decisive steps toward achieving the life he aimed for. However, everything changed when Haruto's girlfriend Kanna broke up with him during their last year of middle school, leaving him deeply affected. Just as he was suffering from overwhelming sorrow, the world got hit with a virus known as Covid-19! After years of struggle, the world finally recovered from the pandemic, and people resumed their normal lives. However things didn't remain the same for Haruto Oshima, his educational path was suddenly brought to standstill, costing him five years of his educational life. Haruto’s lack of education forced him to do an ordinary job at a mall as a counter boy forcing him to live a life he always hated, plunging him into boredom and eventually into depression. Things keep getting worse for Haruto as his hatred for his own life started increasing day by day, eventually a tragic event hit his life forcing him to join a game named “Smiley Face Game” where players compete against each other in hope of winning millions of dollars. Unaware of the fact that this seemingly innocent game would turn into a “Human Massacre Game!”

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Game 2

Daichi stood frozen, his face still turned to the right, eyes widened in disbelief. Beside him, Nagito mirrored his stunned expression,

Suddenly, Mahiru burst out from Daichi's Mansion, tears streaming down her face without restraint. 

She ran with desperation etched in every step, her sobs echoing through the air.

But as she sprinted, a misstep caused her to stumble and fall, the impact jolting her and scraping her knees. 

She collapsed, sinking to her knees, tears cascading down her cheeks. 

Desperately, she tried to conceal her anguish by burying her face in her hands, yet the tears continued to flow, each one a silent testament to her pain.

A firm knock sounded on Mahiru's door, prompting Tatsuki, her father, to answer. 

As he swung the door open, his eyes widened in alarm at the sight before him: Mahiru stood on the doorstep, her eyes reddened from tears, a wounded knee visible, and dust staining her clothes.