It took a long time for a person's worldview to form, but overturning it often took only an instant...
Had you ever seen a mouse lying around lazily, flipping through a thumb-sized book with its front paws as if it could actually read? Mai Sakurajima, standing outside the observation room, had...
Had you ever seen a mouse that refused to drink water and only drank cola? Mai Sakurajima, standing outside the observation room, had...
Had you ever seen a mouse on a forced-running treadmill that would rather fall off than move its legs? Mai Sakurajima, standing outside the observation room, had...
Had you ever seen...
Was this thing even still a mouse? Had the damn thing become a spirit or something!?
If that so-called slacker virus could produce effects like this, wouldn't using it on humans result in geniuses everywhere?
What Mai Sakurajima didn't know was that animals that came into contact with Sogo Doma were affected by something that could not be spoken of, gaining a degree of intelligence. It was only after gaining that slight intelligence that these mice had been infected by the slacker virus—and then fallen into depravity across the board...
They no longer needed freedom. They only wanted to eat when they wanted and drink when they wanted. They had even somehow learned, without being taught, to read manga and play games... More terrifyingly, even when Sogo Doma had brought in their natural predator—a cat—the mice remained utterly lethargic, with no intention of escaping at all:
When their natural enemy arrived, the mouse flipping through the manga merely raised its head a little before turning its attention back to the book. Sogo Doma had initially considered rescuing it, but ten seconds later, he gave up on the idea. The cat that had been placed