Chaos Mate ~Revenge In This Chaotic Academy~ - Chapter 62: The Curtain Rises on a Death-School Life

Chapter 62: The Curtain Rises on a Death-School Life

In modern society, young people often throw around words related to “death.”

“Die, you jerk,” “I’ll kill you,” “Ugh, I’m totally dead!”—those kinds of phrases.

In reality, saying someone should die or is dead doesn’t make them act on it, and most who say “I’ll kill you” don’t mean it literally.

But it’s true that some, repeatedly told to die, suffer mental anguish and actually take their own lives.

What would the speaker say then?

Here’s a model response:

“Nah, I just said it! Who’d think they’d actually die!? It’s not my fault!!”

The moment they say this, they need to retake elementary school ethics and language classes.

The word “die” is a command.

So, repeatedly ordering “die” and claiming “I just said it” is wrong.

Got it?

Young people today lack responsibility for their words.

How do we instill that responsibility?

Here’s a simple, terrifying, but effective idea I propose:

Make those who say “I’ll kill you” actually kill their target.

Let those who say “die” watch their target die.

Force them to act on their words and feel the guilt.

What if some idiot doesn’t learn even then?

That’d be interesting, wouldn’t it? ♪

I love interesting things!!

Especially watching foolish humans do foolish things, suffer foolishly, and break as humans—isn’t that fun to see?

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??? Side

Jack: “Evening. It finally started yesterday, huh? The Mandatory Word Game.”

Queen: “Who came up with that? I wasn’t told about this game.”

Jack: “I did. King ordered me to think up something fun, so I did. Perfect entertainment for today’s youth, right?”

King: “Fun’s one way to put it. The higher-ups are probably enjoying it too. By now, the players must’ve realized the game’s truly terrifying truth.”

Jack: “King, you already figured out the game’s trick?”

King: “Pretty much. Gotta say, Jack, your twisted nature impresses me. You’re the guy for games that expose human nature.”

Jack: “Honored by the praise.”

Queen: “What? I’m feeling left out here.”

King: “Don’t worry about it, Queen. You’re second-year, right? You’re not playing.”

Jack: “Wonder how that boy and girl will move? Curious.”

King: “You’re scheming again, aren’t you?”

Jack: “You said to leave it to me and Queen, King. So, I’m planning to make sure he can’t do anything. I’ve already predicted his weakness.”

King: “I won’t meddle, but be careful. You’re a key piece in my path to domination.”

Jack: “Understood, my king.”

Queen: “Should I help?”

Jack: “I’ve got this. No need for your cute pet this time.”

King: “Alright, meeting’s over. Do your roles. I’ll inform Ace and Joker.”

Jack: “Got it.”

Queen: “Roger.”

Typing all clear, I close the laptop.

I check personal data on Tsubaki Madoka and Mogami Emi on my phone.

“Mogami Emi’s the one to watch. She might’ve inherited that man’s power. But Tsubaki Madoka… Suzuka-san, even if he’s your brother, I can’t promise mercy.”

Smirking, I close the phone and place a white pawn and black king facing each other on the chessboard.

“Whatever happens, anyone blocking my path to domination gets eliminated, by any means. I’ve got the pieces ready. And if it comes to it… I’ll handle it personally.”

I grip the white pawn and crush it with a snap.

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Madoka Side

At the school gate, the wall blocks the view, but screams reveal the situation instantly.

Shouts of “Let us out!” and “Open it!” suggest students want to leave but can’t.

And those outside, like us, aren’t meant to get in.

“Dude… we’re going in there? No way,” Motoki says.

“Yeah, the main gate’s a no-go. But it’s not the only entrance. Lesta, any other way in?”

Asking Lesta on my phone, she says, “Yes, hold on!” and pulls up a route map in 30 seconds.

“From the main gate, circle around to a back gate unknown to most students. You can enter from there.”

“Got it. Navigate us there without being seen.”

“Roger!”

Following Lesta’s directions, we find a small black gate unnoticed and slip into the academy.

Inside, it’s chaos.

Dead bodies litter the grounds. Motoki hides behind me, covering his mouth to suppress nausea.

“What the hell… This is supposed to be in games or anime, not real life…!!”

He’s right. This reality’s too heavy to accept.

The scene shows multiple people acted on death-related words.

There’s probably more bodies underground.

Nearing the main gate, a crowd of students bangs on a thick, heavy black door.

Elsewhere, desperate students attack those who spoke words, mobs punching and kicking.

Other abnormalities erupt, with teachers and guards trying to intervene, but the wave of despair won’t subside easily.

Utter chaos.

“Motoki, is Saeki in there?”

“Uh… can’t see him. What now? Without him, we’re stuck, right?”

“Nah, in this mess, we’ll find someone to talk to. But finding someone calm enough to chat…”

Scanning for a lead, a familiar male voice calls from behind.

“You… Tsubaki Madoka!?”

I turn, my face openly sour with dread.

As expected, it’s Usui Ren.

“Usui… Ren. Why’re you here…?”

“Where my lady is, I am.”

“So Izumi stayed too. Where’s she now? And what’s with this chaos? It’s insane.”

“My lady’s in her room, on standby… You don’t know about the video?”

“Video?”

Usui shows me his phone.

A figure in a blue tuxedo, white silk hat, and black smiley mask sits, staring at the camera.

The video plays.

“Hey, hey, hey, everyone, nice to meet you! I’m IIYATSU. How was day one of the Mandatory Word Game? Lots of deaths? Eek, so good, so good! Super fun, right?”

IIYATSU? The new system admin Lesta mentioned.

“You’re all probably freaking out, like, ‘Why’re people dying at school!?’ With the class hierarchy and cutthroat competition, now deaths? Pfft, haha! Isn’t that bold and fun?”

His words stoke our anxiety and anger.

“You’re thinking, ‘Why’s no one—cops, media—doing anything?’ Normally, police would swarm, and it’d be a scandal. Curious why not?”

IIYATSU raises a finger, tilting his head.

“This academy’s got special permission from the Japanese government. To measure true potential, you need extreme, death-conscious environments.”

What’s he getting at?

Despite his name, the masked figure radiates eerie malice.

“We never explained the academy’s real rules to you newbies. Why do less than 10% graduate? Simple: special exams like this kill or injure tons. Survivors win, the dead lose. Knowing or not, anyone leaving the academy dies. Try quitting or transferring after this video? You’re dead!”

IIYATSU cheerfully spills despairing truths.

He exposed the academy’s secrets to everyone, like the headmaster told me.

“To leave alive, pass my special exams, reach S-Class, or climb your class’s top ranks. Got it? Werewolf games were warm-ups. Now begins the real special exam—Death Game—to test true potential in extreme conditions! Enjoy your Death School Life and entertain me! This is Game Master IIYATSU, see ya!”

The video ends.

IIYATSU revealed the academy’s true nature without mentioning the Scarlet Phantom.

No wonder everyone’s panicking.

Handing the phone back to Usui, I process for five seconds and ask, “Usui, take me to Izumi. I need info.”

“Info? The Death Game? Sorry, I know nothing.”

“…Uh, I’m the most lost here. I’m outta place, right, Madoka?” Motoki says, raising his hand sheepishly.

I feel awkward. Forgot Motoki was here.

Usui, knowing Motoki but avoiding contact, looks unsure.

Well, from a distance, Motoki’s not approachable, and Usui wouldn’t want him near Izumi.

Grinning broadly, I say, “Motoki, good news! You’ll meet your favorite pretty girl!”

“For real!?” he exclaims.

Usui glares daggers, but I ignore it.

Might as well explain.

“I’ve got ideas to stop this Death Game, but I’m short on info.”

“Even for you, stopping an academy exam’s tough. You think you can?” Usui asks.

“No confidence, I wouldn’t try. But I need more data. I want the academy’s state since the game started. That’s why I need Izumi—she’s got connections.”

“Hm, got it… But I’ll allow you, not that blond guy near my lady.”

“It’s fine. He’s got obvious ulterior motives, but he’s good at heart. No problem.”

“Huge problem!!”

After five minutes of patient convincing, Usui leads us to the A-Class mansion.