Looking straight ahead, Saya Takagi's pupils suddenly dilated!
Right in front of them, on an elevated railway that the bus was about to pass under, accompanied by ear-piercing sounds, a derailed train was in a half-hanging state and could fall down at any moment to block the bridge tunnel below - the bus's only route.
More importantly, the people packed in the train were now all falling down too.
At this speed, they would land right on the bus.
One or two wouldn't matter, but this was dozens of people - it would cause problems for the bus.
But if they slowed down and all these bodies piled up in front, the bus would crash directly into them and could easily flip over.
Even worse, that train might also fall and crush the bus.
No good - braking was too late now!
"Charge straight through!"
Along with these words came the shrieking sound of metal.
When Saya Takagi came to her senses, she saw the roof had been forcibly cut open, and he had climbed up through the opening.
"Teacher, don't brake - charge through!"
Saya Takagi further instructed the teacher, naturally trusting him at this moment.
"Ah? Okay, let's do this!"
Two seconds later, they prepared for impact, but there was no sensation of the bus being hit by heavy falling objects.
Saya Takagi's gaze quickly shifted around, and she saw many dismembered corpses being knocked aside to both sides of the road, no longer blocking their path.
The truth was, he had cleared them.
Screech!!!
The harsh sound of brakes - the teacher had braked because they had passed through the tunnel, and she probably saw that he hadn't caught up and wasn't on the roof anymore, seeing the falling corpses seemingly engulfing him.
Oh no!
That train also fell.
"Boom—!"
It seemed the train exploded, anyway falling to the ground in a burst of flames that engulfed everything.
But in the firelight, they could faintly see those living dead still moving. As long as their heads weren't completely destroyed, before their muscle tissue was burned to ash, these monsters seemed like they wouldn't stop moving.
At this moment, everyone was instead staring intently at those flames, extremely tense and worried.
Most people weren't purely concerned about him, but worried that if someone so powerful died, who would protect them?
"Senior Saeko, you don't seem worried?"
Saya Takagi noticed this senior was very calm - not from lack of concern, but from strong confidence he was fine.
"He's not a man who would be killed by something of this level."
Saeko Busujima gave this answer.
This scene wasn't hell for him, because he had experienced even more hellish situations.
"Oh?"
Saya Takagi raised an eyebrow slightly.
The senior's words contained significant information.
As if the senior knew he had encountered situations even more vicious than the current one, and the current danger wouldn't be taken seriously by him at all.
There he was!
They could see that after some writhing figures in the flames gathered toward the center, the tops of these figures suddenly lost a part - split apart - probably beheaded, and then almost all fell to the ground.
Only one increasingly clear figure remained, walking out of the flames.
This guy somehow gave the impression of a superhero entrance from movies, making even Saya Takagi feel this scene was quite exciting and cool.
"So, so cool! Just like Superman, like the T-800 from the Terminator movies, coming to save the world!"
The person speaking so excitedly was the fat guy Kohta Hirano.
This guy's reaction was now like that of a fanatic fan seeing their idol.
"How could such things happen in reality - coming from the future to save the past or whatever."
A student murmured this, seeming rather pessimistic.
"This isn't impossible! He might really be that!"
The latter half of his words, Kohta Hirano said very quietly, but Saya Takagi still heard.
Had this fat guy's head broken? Making up sci-fi scenarios - how could that happen in reality?
This was completely—
Saya Takagi's mental activity stopped here, no longer denying the fat guy's thoughts.
The reason: her encounter with him, his performance clearly exceeding the human limits she knew of, plus the strange metal prosthetic, explosive bullets that could easily penetrate armored vehicles.
The strange hard drive that now made her certain her knowledge in certain areas had made leaps and bounds - it felt somewhat surreal.
Analyzing rationally now, Saya Takagi realized some knowledge didn't match this era.
No, how should she put it - she felt like she had been educated by quite advanced future teaching programs.
When decrypting that hard drive, the codes and such she saw seemed to have been implanted in her brain, optimizing her mind.
So now when Saya Takagi thought about problems, she found she could easily get answers and provide simple, understandable processes.
No longer needing to tediously think through problems that might require repeated verification.
However, she didn't deny Kohta Hirano's speculation, but didn't completely agree either.
When he returned to the vehicle, she didn't see any injuries, though his clothes were somewhat disheveled from the flames.
Especially that metal prosthetic - this time it was completely exposed, and it did look quite sci-fi.
Could this guy really be a robot?
No, this metal arm was obviously larger than the limb at the shoulder - it looked more like some kind of armor.
Anyway, Saya Takagi was becoming increasingly curious about him.
However, this curiosity soon turned into some unease, because the mini bus could hardly advance.
If it were purely living dead blocking the road, with him there, they could kill their way through, but now there were crowded cars everywhere, completely blocking the roads.
And Saya Takagi's home was still far away - without driving, walking would take most of a day.
But walking would be quite dangerous too.
No matter how capable he was, he couldn't avoid consumption, and one person also couldn't take care of everyone, meaning some people would have to be abandoned.
"Teacher Shizuka Marikawa, one of your friends has a military Humvee at home, right? One that can run in rivers."
This mysterious man's words made Saya Takagi pause. If they followed the river, there would indeed be no obstacles, and they could quickly reach near her home area.
But why did this guy know that Teacher Shizuka Marikawa had a friend whose home had a military Humvee?
Speaking of which, owning a military Humvee meant this wasn't an ordinary friend - this scatterbrained teacher actually had such a friend?
"Eh? Ah, yes, one of my friends does have a car like a tank at home."
"Just one?"
"Two actually - one smaller one."
"So all of us can fit?"
"I think so."
"Then let's go to your friend's house and follow the river directly."
"Okay."
After turning around and driving for a while, they suddenly braked.
"Eh eh eh eh, how did you know I have a friend with tank-like cars at home?"
Saya Takagi was truly speechless. She thought they were going to crash into something and had to brake suddenly, but it turned out this scatterbrained teacher had just now realized this.
"That's not important - what's important is hurrying along."
"It is important! I feel like you know a lot about people, a lot of secrets~"
The somewhat resentful teacher got the bus moving again.
Half an hour later, the bus stopped again, and Saya Takagi swallowed slightly as she looked ahead.
Right in front, at this intersection, a loudspeaker on a car was still blaring, and the content was campaign speeches.
The living dead were obviously very sensitive to sound, so they had blocked the front.
Additionally, there seemed to have been a parade here originally, so there were more victims, equivalent to more living dead.
Dense masses of them blocked what must be several hundred meters, and the streets on the other two sides of the intersection that couldn't be seen were probably similar.
This dense mass would trigger trypophobia in people with that condition.
No, just the current grotesque appearance of these monsters, so many writhing - normal people would be frightened seeing this.
Now, to reach the teacher's friend's house, they'd have to take a detour if they couldn't pass through here.
But detouring would mean main roads, probably with traffic jams.
Hmm?
Eyes widening - he got off.
He wasn't planning to kill his way through, was he? This was no joke.
But he really did charge directly toward the horde of corpses ahead.
Thus, an unequal numerical battle where the smaller force instead massacred the larger in a bloody and violent hellish scene left everyone staring in stupefaction.
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