"Thank you, Teacher."
"You're welcome. Come see me again if you need anything."
Fang Zheng smiled faintly at the uniformed girls before him and nodded. Hearing his response, the two girls hurriedly bowed and left the room. Even after they closed the door, he could faintly hear their squeals.
Fang Zheng glanced at the door, then withdrew his gaze. He picked up the coffee on the desk and looked once more at the laptop beside him.
After arriving in this "closed world," Fang Zheng had spent roughly two days figuring out its internal circumstances.
First of all, according to this world's setting, a meteorite had struck Earth, after which an alien virus invasion began... All right, it was a very Hollywood sci-fi premise.
Then, several years ago, during an event known as Lost Christmas, the virus began spreading on a massive scale, killing many people. After that, the international community blockaded Japan and dispatched an organization called GHQ to govern the area afflicted by the outbreak.
And in order to resist GHQ's tyranny, a resistance organization called Funeral Parlor had been formed underground in Japan...
Huh? Why did this setting sound so familiar?
If GHQ were replaced with Britannia, and Funeral Parlor with some revolutionary organization...
Yep, humanity really did keep repeating the same mistakes.
If this setting were real, Fang Zheng would definitely side with GHQ. In the Mecha World, he had gone to great lengths to bring Area 11 under his control. Here, naturally, he would not help some Funeral Parlor organization.
Japanese independence? Not a chance. Keep dreaming.
Unfortunately, the outside world was already finished, which made this closed world... seem rather ridiculous.
That was right, utterly ridiculous.
According to Fang Zheng's observations, everyone in this closed world had had their memories altered and influenced. They knew