This Is Hell

A bottle of vinegar has a pH of 2.3, while a fresh lemon has a pH between 2.2 and 2.6. However, such acidity is already beyond the reach of many people.

Calcharo felt that the pH value of the purple unidentified object he had just eaten was close to 2, no, perhaps it had already reached 2.

Unfortunately, this thing was like a pot of mush, so Calcharo didn't chew a single bite and swallowed it whole. Now he can't even spit it out.

Calcharo seemed to see a black-robed, hooded figure holding a scythe beckoning to him.

Wuling and Lingyang, who were standing nearby, seemed to see a blue thing floating out of Calcharo's mouth.

Holy crap, did I feed him to him?

"Calcharo? Calcharo? Wake up, Calcharo, open your eyes. It's me, Shafu... Oh no, wrong channel, it's me, Wuling. Can you still hear me?"

Wuling grabbed Calcharo's shoulders with both hands, trying to shake him awake.

Lingyang, watching from the side, felt his eyelids twitching. He had a feeling that if the shaking continued like this, Calcharo would be the first to be shaken to death.

"Wait, wait a minute, stop shaking, or you'll really die."

Calcharo struggled to speak; he was already somewhat disoriented from the swaying, and people appeared to be double.

"Don't push yourself, have some water first."

Wuling casually picked up the thermos that Lingyang had placed aside, unscrewed the cap, and poured it in, completely unaware of Lingyang's hand frozen in mid-air.

The water is the one I just waited for, and it's hot...

"Awoo!"

Sure enough, after taking the first sip, Calcharo let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, drawing the attention of everyone around him.

"Ah, fa, fa fa fa, ah, ah~."

Calcharo was so burned that he couldn't speak, and could only keep repeating those two words.

Having just eaten something so sour, and now drinking something so hot, the double irritation to the stomach lining made Calcharo feel like he was about to explode.

"Why is this water so hot? Lingyang, why didn't you say so earlier?"

Lingyang:...

Did you even give me a chance to speak?

Fortunately, although it looked exaggerated, Calcharo was actually not in any serious condition. He rested on the table for a few minutes and recovered.

Looking at Calcharo slumped over the table, Wuling Ling felt a little guilty. Hmm, maybe next time he'll hit him less hard.

Calcharo: Thank you!

"Wuling Ling? What a coincidence, you're here too."

When Wuling turned his head, he saw a splash of orange. Xigelika had somehow appeared beside him, smiling at him.

"Xigelika- senpai? What are you doing here?"

Wuling raised an eyebrow and asked with a puzzled look.

After greeting the other two, Xigelika turned to look at Wuling with a questioning gaze.

Logically speaking, people coming to the cafeteria at this time should all be here to eat, right?

... Oh, right.

Wuling scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly.

How could I get this wrong? It shouldn't be like this. I feel like I've become stupid lately.

Never mind, it's all Kiritsugu's fault anyway.

"By the way Xigelika- senpai, where's your food? And didn't Danya- senpai come with you?"

At Wuling, the topic was appropriately changed.

"Yaya, she's getting my food for me. I saw you guys first, so I thought I'd come over and say hello, and also save you a seat. Wuling, do you mind if we sit next to you?"

Actually, there were other empty seats in the cafeteria, but since I saw my friend, of course I had to sit together.

"Of course, no problem."

Wuling shifted his position slightly to the side, making room for Calcharo and Lingyang to sit together, while there was just enough room for two more people on his side.

Xigelika thanked him and naturally sat down next to Wuling.

"By the way, what's wrong with Calcharo? He was lying here when I arrived, and he was very weak when he greeted me."

Wuling glanced somewhat awkwardly at Calcharo was slumped over the table beside her.

"Calcharo... he probably has an upset stomach."

Wuling started making things up with a straight face, but it wasn't entirely nonsense, since he did indeed have an upset stomach.

As for how the food made me sick, don't ask. I don't know.

Xigelika's expression immediately showed understanding upon hearing this, clearly indicating that she believed it. She even thoughtfully lowered her voice, afraid of disturbing Calcharo who was resting on his stomach.

"I see. Military training is indeed intense, and it's easy to have stomach upsets. No wonder you look so listless."

I understand, Calcharo is speechless.

Calcharo, standing to the side, wanted to refute the accusation, but he was powerless to do so and could only silently accept this unfounded charge.

From then on, the world where only Calcharo was injured was achieved.

(I guarantee you'll get your share.)

Xigelika, standing to the side, was puzzled. "That's strange," she thought, "Why haven't I seen Yaya yet? Does it really take this long to get food?"

Meanwhile, our Danya was anxiously walking past window after window.

Pork trotter rice? No. Mixed noodles? No. Potato noodles? No. Spicy hot pot? No. Grilled rice? No. Dumplings? There are only two left, which is practically nothing. The ridiculously expensive barbecue is all gone.

Danya walked past most of the cafeteria windows, and all she could see was barren land; she hadn't even seen a single grain of rice.

Just then, her stomach growled at the most inopportune moment, and to make matters worse, she hadn't eaten yet, so she could only watch helplessly as the soldiers feasted in front of her.

This is hell.

Danya had asked the cafeteria ladies, and they said it would take at least another seven or eight minutes before the new food was ready. In other words, she wouldn't get any food during that time.

She had originally intended to check out the innovative cuisine section, but for some reason, there was only one dish there today, and it just so happened to be the kind she least wanted to encounter.

With multiple factors combined, Danya had no choice but to return empty-handed.

"Yaya, over here, over here."

Just as Xigelika was about to go out and look for her, Danya appeared in her sight.

Danya plopped down next to Xigelika and slumped onto the table, looking utterly dejected.

"I'm so sorry, Xixi, I messed everything up. I didn't get any food, all the food is gone, and I can't even find a bottle of Coke. We'll have to wait at least eight more minutes to get our food."

Danya hung her head, her voice listless, her frustration almost overflowing.

Xigelika froze instantly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"All gone? How could it be so fast? Was the cafeteria that crowded today?"

"It's more than just a lot."

Danya looked up listlessly, her eyes vacant.

"After military training, everyone comes to the cafeteria for meals. They arrived earlier than us, not to mention they've been exhausted from a morning of training, so they definitely eat a lot. Even the lemonade was all snatched up. We weren't this busy during our own military training."

God knows how she got through all this. One of her few hobbies is eating, and now she can only watch others eat. It must be so painful.

"Um, if you don't mind, would you like to eat my sausage?"