Classroom of the Elite / Second Life

On my deathbed, I found myself facing questions I had never considered before: Are people truly sincere? Or do they hide something deep within themselves? Will I feel regret when everything ends?

It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m about to die, but if I had the chance to reset my life, I would do everything right. I would promise never to fully trust anyone again… ever.

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Six Hours Earlier

I was heading to high school like any other day. Now that I think about it, my life had always been rather ordinary. I had a girlfriend who loved me, good friends, and a family I could rely on. Everything seemed perfect.

Halfway there, I ran into my childhood friend and neighbor, Andrés.

"Hey, Felipe! How are you?" Andrés greeted me with enthusiasm.

"Super sleepy, but here I am. By the way, did you do today’s homework?" I asked while adjusting my backpack.

"Huh? I totally forgot! Haha. Mind letting me copy it when we get to class?"

I sighed.

"Always the same with you… Fine, I’ll lend it to you when we arrive."

We walked for about ten minutes until we reached the school. As always, I let Andrés copy my homework. Now that I think about it, I always end up doing this. Maybe I should stop—otherwise, he’ll always depend on me.

Classes went on as usual. When lunchtime arrived, I went up to the rooftop to reread Classroom of the Elite, Volume 7—an excellent novel.

I was immersed in my reading when suddenly, I heard the door to the rooftop open. "Damn it, can’t I read in peace?" I thought.

"Hey, Felipe! Stop isolating yourself up here reading instead of eating with your girlfriend and friends!" Laura, my girlfriend, interrupted me.

"Hey, Laura. I was just at the part where Kiyo goes up to the rooftop. And you just ruined it!" I responded with frustration.

"It’s always the same with you. You’d rather read otaku stuff than eat with me and hang out with your friends."

I sighed again.

"Fine, I’ll go with you."

We walked to the cafeteria, where all my friends were: Carlos, Camilo, Gustavo, and Andrés. We sat together and chatted while eating.

The rest of the day passed without incident. When classes ended, I said goodbye to everyone and headed home. However, just as I was about to arrive, I remembered I had left my book on the rooftop. Cursing my forgetfulness, I turned back toward the school.

With some effort, I convinced the guards to let me in. I climbed the stairs to the rooftop as the sound of rain pounded against the windows. Then, I heard voices coming from the rooftop. I recognized them immediately—Laura and Andrés.

"Felipe is an idiot," Laura said, her tone full of disdain. "He’s always reading and studying. I’m only with him because it benefits me. He’s good with schoolwork, but outside of that, he’s a total loser."

"You’re absolutely right," Andrés replied. "Since we were kids, he always thought he was better than everyone just because he had a good family. I only tolerate him because he lets me copy his homework."

I crept closer, and what I saw left me frozen in place.

Laura was naked, lying on the rooftop benches. Andrés, his shirt unbuttoned, was on top of her, moving at a steady rhythm while she wrapped her legs around him. The sound of their moans mixed with the rain, forming a grotesque symphony that drilled into my ears.

"Ah! Faster, Andrés! So much better than that idiot Felipe!" Laura screamed shamelessly.

Andrés smirked and increased his pace.

"I always knew he was a loser. Can you imagine his face if he saw us?" he laughed, while the rest of my so-called "friends" watched the scene with expressions of satisfaction.

Carlos stepped closer and grabbed Laura’s hair, pulling her into a kiss while Andrés continued.

"Honestly, Felipe has never been good for anything," Camilo commented, sipping a beer. "He thinks he’s so smart, but he doesn’t even realize we’re using him."

"Yeah, and Laura has always been a gold digger. She thrives on fools like him," Gustavo added, pulling out his phone to record.

But the worst part wasn’t just what I was seeing—it was what it represented.

Laura had always set limits with me. She never let me kiss her properly, never let me get too close. She always said I was "special" and that she wanted to "wait for the right moment." I, like a fool, thought it was something sweet. But now I understood—she was just using me while giving herself to others without hesitation.

I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. My "friends" were enjoying themselves while destroying what little trust I had left. My mind went blank. I wanted to scream, to run at them—but my legs refused to move.

Finally, I managed to react. I turned and ran down the stairs. The rain was falling hard now, drenching my clothes as my tears mixed with the raindrops running down my face. I felt as if something inside me had shattered forever.

I reached home, completely soaked, only to realize I had forgotten my keys. I searched for the spare ones in the garden, but they were missing. I decided to cross the street to take shelter under my neighbor’s porch.

That’s when a speeding car crashed into me.

The pain was unbearable. Every fiber of my body screamed in agony. As my vision darkened, only one thought echoed in my mind:

People… were never sincere.

And then, everything went black.

A while later, I opened my eyes. In front of me, a flickering light shone in the infinite darkness. Without thinking, I moved toward it. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I closed my eyes.

When I regained my senses, I found myself on a bus, watching the scenery pass by through the window. The constant hum of the engine surrounded me, and the air conditioning struggled against the day's heat. I looked around, seeing several students lost in their own thoughts.

Then, my gaze stopped on two figures that seemed strangely familiar.

They were the same faces I had seen in the Classroom of the Elite light novel.

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji, a young man with a distant, cold expression, and Suzune Horikita, a girl who looked as serious and reserved as the book described. They were sitting toward the front of the bus, but what caught my attention the most was their conversation.

Kiyotaka Ayanokouji and Suzune Horikita.

There was no doubt about it.

I was on my way to Advanced Nurturing High School.

“What the hell?!” I exclaimed.