My Alpha is a Lunatic のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

A crimson banner of text bled across the sky outside my window, visible only to those already marked. The global announcement pulsed with a cold, digital heartbeat."A-Class Instance: 'Apocalypse Academy' initialized. Five new players randomly selected. Commencement in thirty minutes."On the muted TV screen below it, a news anchor’s face was grim. "…confirmed. The legendary player known as Gale-001 has been declared deceased within the S-Class Instance 'City of Mists.' The Crescent Guild reports her entire inventory of Artifacts is missing. Sources are reliable."I barely glanced at the screen. Some top-tier player’s bad luck story. My attention was on the sky. An A-Class dungeon for rookies? Someone at the System had a sick sense of humor. I almost felt sorry for the poor bastards about to get chewed up.The pounding on my apartment door was frantic, shredding the quiet."Kiera! Open up! We know you're in there!"The voice was familiar in a way that made my skin crawl. A phantom hea

“A Class Ability? She doesn’t have one.”The thought sends another wave of pure, acidic rage through me. My expression must be thunderous.“Why should we tell you anything about our Abilities?”The guy who followed me here—I never caught his name—speaks up from behind me, his voice thick with resentment.The bald leader, Marcus Stone, doesn’t get angry. He just watches him, calm as a glacier. “This Instance is different. It’s A-Class, but it drafted five new players. If we don’t coordinate, none of us are getting out alive.”“Sharing our Class Abilities saves time. It lets us know what we’re working with, how we can cover each other.”He’s huge, imposing, but his tone is measured, reasonable. It’s the kind of voice that makes people want to listen. The guy behind me shuts up.That’s when the punk girl with the colorful hair, Luna, hops down from the stage. She claps her hands once, sharp and loud. “Word is this run dragged in five fresh meat. Which of you are the rookies? Step forward

I was right.The NPCs only drain our shared Life Points when those rabbit-headed freaks kill them. But when a player does the deed? A sweet, solitary +1 point lands right in your own account."Fascinating," I whisper, the word tasting like victory and madness on my tongue.I stare at the spot where the student dissolved into black smoke. A wild, electric thrill shoots through my veins. This unfair, rigged game wants to chew me up and spit me out? Fine. I'll bite back. I'll burn the whole fucking system down. If I'm on a dead-end road anyway, I might as well drive it straight off a cliff.The other nine players are frozen for a second, their shock a tangible thing in the stale air. Then the outrage hits.Marcus Stone’s calm facade shatters. He crosses the distance in three long strides, his hand shooting out to grab the front of my hoodie, hauling me up. "Are you out of your goddamn mind?"His breath is hot against my face. Killing NPCs is a cardinal sin in any Instance. It’s a gamble

Jax stared at the girl in front of him, his mouth dry. The word finally clawed its way out of his throat. "You're insane.""Thank you." Kiera's smile was a slash of pure, manic light. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "So, my terrified little partner. Are you still in?"Every shred of self-preservation screamed at him to run. To get as far from this lunatic as possible. But his feet were rooted to the dusty floor of the security office. He let out a shaky, defeated breath. "Do I have a choice?"Kiera shoved her hands into the pockets of her stolen lab coat. "No. So, teammate. Let's get to work.""How?" he croaked, his eyes darting to the grainy monitor feeds showing the seething mass of NPCs packed into the atrium below. Hundreds of them. A harvest."I remember. Your newbie bonus was 300 points. Unspent, right?" Her gaze was predatory, calculating.Jax nodded, a cold dread settling in his stomach."Perfect." She clapped her hands once, the sound sharp in t

The pine and frost scent hit me like a physical blow, a phantom memory so sharp it made my teeth ache. I spun, heart hammering against my ribs, but the white void was empty. Just me, the lingering echo of a forgotten Alpha, and the System’s silent, mocking presence.“Screw this,” I muttered, the words a low growl in the sterile air. “Screw you, screw the game, screw my traitorous family, and screw this goddamn amnesia.”I ranted for a solid thirty seconds, a stream of creative, venomous curses that did absolutely nothing. Finally, I sank down, cross-legged on the non-floor. “Okay. Rant over. Time to think.”The anger was a cold, hard stone in my gut, but it was familiar. My so-called luck had run out the moment I woke up in that alley with no memory. The game wanted me dead. Fine. I’d just have to kill it first. My life was the only chip I had left to bet, and I was all in.I waited for the System to spit me out. I had a family to visit. A reckoning to deliver. In this world, you neve