I don't own Danganronpa, Mondaiji tachi or any other things I use in this story except my OCs.

The sound of loud, hurried steps reverberating in the corridors could be heard, those steps belonged to a certain girl. A scowl marred her otherwise beautiful face. The girl in question could be described in two words, awfully pissed.

Let it be known that Asuka isn't always this angry, quite the opposite really. She had the calm and the elegance of a true noble, one fit for the name of Kudou. Those manners were ingrained into her body and mind from her youth.

However no one is here at the moment -except a couple of servants and her expression should keep them away- so she can drop that rigid act all she wants 'I can't believe how they can keep the act of having a bundle of sticks shoved up thei-' she cut off her unrefined thoughts, focusing more on reaching her room.

She just came back from a trip,, which might have had something to do with how angry she is now. 'I went all the way over there to convince some old coot to agree to something?' she was told that she had an important task to do, important enough to send her to Aomori, which is very far from her home and it turns out she was supposed to convince some old coot to do something?

Not only was it stupid that they sent her a child -well not really but her point still stands- all the away to the furthest corner of Japan to talk to some guy that's one foot deep into his grave about something that she already forgot. But the thing that left her incredibly irritated is how long it took. She told him to do it and he immediately followed her orders, not that it wasn't expected but the fact that she had to travel days to do something that took less than 5 seconds, understandably, didn't sit well with her the whole trip back.

And the chirping of those darn cicadas sure wasn't helping her calm down.

"Shut up!"

The cicadas stopped chirping and the sounds of her footsteps can be heard again, it was a sight really, it was like turning off the light, it happened instantly. It seems the heir of the Kudou family always gets what she wants, whether from humans as well as from animals.

Well the trip explained her anger, but what about her haste? Well if the cicadas weren't a clue, it was because Japan is having its season of abundance. How she hated the summer here, not that she experienced summer anywhere else mind you, but she supposed that anything is better.

What makes this worse is her incredibly uncomfortable clothes, her knee-length black skirt restricted her movement and covered her body well -as it should-, but it's doing its job too well. Her long-sleeved white shirt hugged her frame thoroughly and this would've normally been fine 'but normally doesn't include a blazing dog day of summer!' she could already feel her shirt sticking onto her because of the sweat.

Which explains the second dilemma, for she wants to go to her room, take off her clothes and have a nice relaxing bath after all she went through. She continued walking in the huge mansion until she reached her destination.

Her safe haven.

Her room.

The room was big but utterly normal, if you ignore the frequency of the colour red that is. It served as both her study as well as her place to lounge and sleep. There was nothing special in it but that's why she loved it so, it made her feel normal and it was basically the only place where she can be herself and not the heir of the Kudou family.

She headed for the bathroom and washed her face using the faucet, when she opened her eyes she found two blue orbs staring back at her. She inspected herself in the mirror, she was the same as usual, her favourite red ribbons tied her hair on the sides, speaking of her hair it seemed to be a bit messy due to the humidity but she was going to take a shower soon anyway. It true that she looks the same as always but in her eyes she seemed a bit… tired.

She walked back to her room and flopped on her bed, she wasn't satisfied with how it shook so she bounced again, this time face on the pillow. Her grip tightened on the pillow and she shouted her heart out, although it came out as a more muffled scream. It was one of the ways she relieved her stress and let out her frustrations.

Silence descends.

After a few more moments knocking was heard from the door, if one were to explain the the knocking it can only be described as confused or worried, probably a mixture of the two.

"Ojou-sama?" a voice called out with a small sign of worry.

She stood up very quickly and cleared her throat before opening the door. Behind it stood one of the maids, she couldn't remember her name and didn't want to either. Her family had simply too many of them and the relationship between the two are merely professional. They work for us, they get paid, nothing more, nothing less.

"Yes, what do you want?" Asuka calmly questioned.

"I heard about you coming back from the trip so I brought refreshments." The maid politely explained.

'My hero!' though now she felt a bit guilty that she didn't remember her name "Yes I needed that, thank you." she spoke once again with elegance as she grabbed the drink. "You can go now- and oh, you didn't hear anything!" she hurriedly added a bit embarrassed.

"Yes Ojou-sama." A monotonous voice replied followed by the door closing.

Asuka let out a sigh of relief and placed the drink on her table, she idly noticed an envelope lying on her table. She was sure that she locked the room when she left so she supposed that it has to be one of the letters that she forgot to read. 'Great another Prince Charming.' she rolled her eyes, she's been getting a lot of letters from other noble families or rather their heirs. The mostly told her how much they're head over heels for her even though they've never met before and she found that disgusting.

She decided to read this letter. After all, they're quite the entertaining reads right before they're sent to the trash can.

She honestly didn't know expect when she went on her adventure and honestly she hadn't think about it, she just did it. However, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to live through the same adventures her father always told her when he visits, ones with magic and monsters.

But she knew that was too much to ask. Not that she didn't believe those things existed, quite the opposite she believes they do with all her heart, because her father said so. His stories were always breathtaking and remarkably genuine. There was no speck of lies in his eyes and there was as much speck of doubt in her heart, even if other people don't believe it.

It's not that they don't exist, it's that she doesn't know where to look. She gave up on the idea with no tiny bit of regret and she decided to substitute for exploring. That however, was also hard in this day and age where mankind has seen pretty much everything there is to see on planet Earth, so much that they started visiting other planets and celestial bodies in space.

It was only with these two possibilities out of the way that she started doing serious research. Which led her here, in a flying ship on her way to the floating island Osaka, named after the ruined city it's built above. Her journey is taking her to the holy mountain of her country, Mount Fuji.

It's been one of the only remaining places here that haven't been touched by mankind. Her end destination isn't Mount Fuji itself though. While it's is indeed a famous hiking spot and it's most likely also worth the trip, but what she's looking for isn't tourism, it's to visit Aokigahara.

Aokigahara is a forest located on the base of Mount Fuji, the forest has a long history of being residence to yūrei[1] and is also well known for its suicide rates, granting it the nickname of Suicide Forest. Whether the two things have anything to do with each other is an interesting theory, but whatever it is, one can not deny that a place like that just screams adventure. Worst case scenario she'll walk out having met more friends.

"Are we there yet Yō-jou-chan?" a voice asked.

The girl, Yō, shifted her eyes from staring outside the window to, surprisingly, the cat on her lap "Yeah, we're almost there Calico." She answered.

Yō, despite looking plain with her short brown hair, eyes of matching colour and maybe eccentric choice of clothing, she is special in a way, mainly being able to talk to- and understand animals.

It all began when she was a child…

To say that Yō wasn't a healthy child would be like saying Earth is a big part of the universe, both being understatements and one step away from stupidity. She got sick very quickly each time she went outside and she didn't have the ability to go outside on her own either, both the results of her weak physical constitution she had since birth. There was no cure to it so she just had to live with it.

She wasn't always alone for Calico, her cat named after the same breed (she wasn't that creative as a child.), has always been with her during the hard times when her father wasn't there.

Her dad would visit her sometimes then leave for a long period.

Still, she didn't mind, for each time he paid her a visit, he'd tell her the most amazing stories ever. Forget about those books with princesses being kidnapped and dragon-slaying knights, those all paled in comparison. She didn't know whether she liked the stories because of how real the fantasy was or because the way her dad told them with his gestures and expressions. All she knew is that she liked them, a lot.

One day, her father came to visit her once again. This time however, he brought a gift with him alongside the story. It has been the necklace she treasured her whole life after receiving it. The necklace is a simple, but strong, string with a wooden carving as the pendant. Her father asked her to wear it and the moment she did, her world changed.

It was nothing short of a miracle, her sickness has been cured and she had walked on her own two feet for the first time in her life. It was only shortly thereafter that she realised she could speak to animals when Calico came congratulating her while complaining about hospital food.

Yet not all was well, Yō had some issues making friends. You'd think that it's because of the time spent in hospital she'd be socially awkward thus granting her hardships in that certain task. But that was not the case, she was still a normal girl with the same mindset as the rest of her age group.

It was because they didn't believe her.

They said the stories her dad told her were made up and they laughed at her when she said she could talk to animals. This caused her to become more introverted and interact more with animals than humans.

On the day her father gave her the necklace, he told her he'd take her on his next adventure but he never did. She believed that he'd come one day but she grew tired of waiting so she decided to go on her own adventure, leading to the current event.

She walked out of the station of Osaka and enjoyed the city's view during the fall, the yellow leaves were falling but thankfully it wasn't that chilly yet. She decided to take a look at the city before her next stop, there's still some time before the ship to Nagoya flies.

"I have to say, this looks exactly the same as home, I'm afraid I don't see the adventure in this Ojou-chan." Calico spoke as he looked around while being carried in her arms.

"We aren't there yet Calico, this is merely a stop." Yō calmly explained.

"Heeeh!?" The cat gasped "But we've been traveling for 12 hours!"

"But we've only been at it for 2 hours…" she retorted.

"That's 12 hours in cat time! Come on~ let's take a rest."

The brunette giggled at his antics and decided to take a rest in a nearby café. When she entered the place she bumped into someone, Yō apologized but he seemed to ignore her, going on his way. She idly noticed that the café is empty and her eyes caught something on the ground, she was about to run outside to return what she assumed was something the man had dropped until she noticed what the thing was. A letter, more importantly, what was written on the letter.

To Kasukabe Yō

Lots of people can be seen walking in the city square of Kyoto, though it's not crowded as usual. It might be because of the current time, people have their jobs to attend to and students have their school to be in. Which is why the one student in the crowd of people was drawing some weird looks.

It's spring, there are no national holidays and it's currently noon. So one would expect a student like him to be in school, not wandering around the urban square and he should be a student, judging by the uniform that belongs to the nearby high school. People had limited information, causing unnecessary doubts, one of such is why the people are avoiding this student.

The young male had messy blonde hair, now that in of itself wasn't enough to make people walk the other way. It was the posture, his stance just screamed trouble. When people don't have enough information they connect what they already have. This student is not in school when he should, he had bleached his hair blond and he looks intimidating. Put one and one (and one more) together and you have a delinquent.

The delinquent-looking student continued striding, uncaring of what people thought, he adjusted his headphones and went one his way. To onlookers it might appear that he's listening music, but in reality the headphones weren't really plugged into anything. He was only wearing them because he treasured them and the way they stopped people from approaching him only made it that more convenient.

Today had to mark the most boring day of Sakamaki Izayoi's life. Nothing is happening, no alien invasion, no idiots to beat up and he wasn't going to actively look for them and school? Well that's the funniest thing he heard all day, he didn't even know why he attended anymore. All he did was skip everyday until the tests which then he aces in less than 5 minutes and repeat the cycle.

But he did know why, it's the same reason why he enlisted in the first place, because it would make her happy. Frankly, he's way too smart for high school, college is no different and that wasn't his arrogance speaking this time, it's a fact.

But at the time he enrolled only to please his mother in everything but blood, as one of her final wishes…

You see, Izayoi was an orphan since birth. Nothing is known about his parents and he was sent to an orphanage. He didn't have the best of luck with adoptive parents, or was it the adoptive parents that didn't have the luck? That doesn't matter, all that matters is that they didn't do it out of love nor out the kindness of their hearts.

Everyone had their own reasons and it just happens that Izayoi found them disgusting. One adopted him to keep image, other did it so he can have a heir to give his fortune to when he kicks the bucket so that it doesn't get in the hands of the family he hated. The one thing they all had in common is that they did it for personal gain.

He hated them.

He hated how selfish people are.

He hated this world.

But she was different, she was the first person to acquire his interest, the first person that treated him his age and the first person that ever loved him unconditionally.

She taught him how to love this world he so despised, she showed that even this messed up place has some beauty in it. Izayoi pondered how he'd turn out if he didn't meet her, he thought he might've destroyed the world out of boredom just to see what comes after.

His thought process stopped after he bumped into someone, he ignored it more importantly noting that he's one step away from his destination. The other person however had other ideas in mind. "Hey!" He grabbed the blonde's shoulder motioning him to stop "Watch where the fuck yer walkin' shithead!" he shouted rather loudly.

The man looked like a punk, with tattoos on his face and a cigarette in his mouth. He wore a black leather jacket with the the kanji [Ryū] meaning dragon. That indicated that he's a member of the yakuza group that goes by the name of Ryūjin, it's written with the kanji of [Dragon] and [God].

Said man froze when cold amethyst eyes gazed at him. His instincts told him to apologize and run the hell away. But it was too late, he caused a commotion and people were started staring at them. His pride stopped him from doing the first and his arrogance, being a member of such a big organization stopped him from doing the second.

When the blonde didn't see any reaction he turned his back to the punk and stepped inside the nearby shop. It's decided, there's no choice left for him anymore, he couldn't bear to be humiliated and dragging the organisation's name through the mud with so many people watching so he followed the blonde, cocking his arm back, preparing for a punch "Where do ya think yer goin' you fu-"

Only to fly outside of the shop, feeling so much pain despite losing the feeling of over half of his body, the pain multiplied when his lost momentum turned into force as his body collided with the stone wall of the opposite shop. He lost his consciousness as his body remained planted in the the wall.

If one were to look inside the shop they'd see Izayoi holding a finger in the air. "Hey Ojisan," Izayoi called out to the startled shopkeeper. "Give me one of each." he pointed to three bars of chocolate in the confectionery.

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Izayoi was on his way back to his dorm, he took out one bar from the plastic bag, it was a normal milk chocolate. The other two were white chocolate and black chocolate, 'Suzuka always liked the former, while Homura enjoyed the latter for some reason.'

He opened the packaging, only to see something that made him raise an eyebrow in surprise. It was one of those 'You have the unlikely chance of winning something!'-sweets with coupons inside. He didn't expect to win- and he indeed didn't win, for what was inside wasn't a coupon.

A woman in a lab coat had her eyes glued to the screen that displayed the results of the recent test, it's one of the last ones before she returns back to her branch in America. She spent the entire night preparing her leave, the dark bags under her eyes displaying how much sleep she had. Still she'll hold on for now, thoughts of vacation after her return are what kept her going.

She brushed the golden locks that hindered her view, cursing silently in irritation. She checked them one last time, the subject is fine, like they'd always been each day for the past six months.

Honestly she had no idea why they kept on doing these check-ups, the higher-ups asked (ordered) her to just to be safe but she only found it as extra work and as such, a nuisance.

She pushed herself off the table and turned around.

Only to find herself one inch away from unnaturally crimson eyes staring right at her. "For Schrödinger's sake!" she couldn't help but curse in surprise. "What did I tell you about sneaking up behind people's back?!"

A pale face stared back at her in monotone. His long ebony hair swayed as the figure tilted his head in what seems to be thought. "Nothing?" The answer came in the form of a question.

The scientist scrunched her face in thought, trying to recall an instance where she said that with no success. "Exactly." She huffed "Because it's commo-" she cut off, a mug being held by the raven-haired man next to her face.

"Here Jessica," he added with a smug expression "You're not you when you're stressed out." as he quoted a commercial.

Jessica took the mug with a resigned yet thankful sigh "Thanks, I needed that." as she took a sip of the drink which seemed like coffee. In one sip, she felt like she had enough energy to last her one more day. "I really needed that." she emphasised, though an eyebrow was raised.

"A special brew." The male answered the unsaid question "You'll sleep like a log at the end of the day though." He added with a tiny smirk.

That smirk was mirrored and multiplied on her lips "I was planning on doing that anyway."

"So," Jessica started "what do you want? I doubt you came here to give me coffee from the goodness of your heart."

A betrayed expression crossed his face "Oh ye of little faith!" she rolled her eyes at his antics "Well just came here to tell you that I'm going out." His choice of clothing was kind of a dead giveaway, a vest with a shirt underneath, a jacket and a scarf, not forgetting his trademark black tie. All of them bar the tie had star designs on them, one of the few unsolved mysteries in this place. Whenever anyone asks about them he just smiles and avoids answering the inquiry.

"Oh yeah," she let out in comprehension "it's that day huh? Still I don't see why you need to tell me that." Normally, the youth in front of her isn't allowed outside, the higher-ups' (those guys again) decision. It's for him to remain a secret, though in reality they're just scared that he'll abandon the academy if they let him out. So they made him stay inside most of the time to make sure he's loyal to the Academy before sending him outside.

"Because if I didn't tell you, you'd look around for me and fail in finding me so you end up blaming it on me and then I'll be getting an unnecessary lecture on briefing people on my location." He answered in one breath with that monotonous face of his.

"Oh please, I'm not that bad." An eyebrow rose "Ok, but I'm not that bad…" He looked like he's about to list of a bunch of examples "Alright! Get going, don't make me keep you from enjoying your free time!" Jessica hurried with waning confidence.

She let out a sigh in relief, thankful that he gave up easily this time. 'Oh yeah' she looked at his moving back "Have fun, Izuru... and do tell Daichi to stop playing those stupid games during work!"

Izuru just waved over his shoulder and continued walking.

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Only the sound of the staff's footsteps could be heard as I walked in the empty hall, some of them greeted me and I gave them a nod of acknowledgement in response. It didn't take long to reach where I wanted to be, I know this underground facility like the back of my hand so it wasn't hard to find the shortest route to the entrance.

"Aww~ Aren't you the cutest thing ever! Don't you agree Izuru?"

Alongside the biggest pain in the ass in this place. The big man behind the desk is the facility's gatekeeper, and the obstacle to my freedom. He was part of the first generation of talents, he's the former Ultimate Security Guard. And he's currently shoving a picture frame in my face.

"It stopped being cute after the 57th time you showed this to me this week only." It was a picture of his daughter's 3rd birthday. His daughter sitting on the ground as he and his wife stood by each of her sides smiling, the guest of honor was wearing a white dress and shoving a chocolate cake in her mouth, pieces of the cake were stuck on her face making her expression more comical. The fact that she's chubby made it all that much cuter.

And of course I'm not going to say that or I'm not going to hear the end of it- Wait, I'm already not hearing the end of it, I shudder at how worse this can get.

"You only say that because you're jealous." He placed the frame back on his desk when he stopped gushing over it.

I ignored him, I have my own thing to do. "Open the door Daichi and you should know that your Alt-Tab-ing didn't go unnoticed. Jessica asked me to tell you to stop playing 'stupid games during work'" I used quotation marks for the last part.

Daichi having nothing to hide anymore just maximised the window again and he was playing that new digital card game. It looks like he's losing. "Hey Izuru, what do you think I should do?" He's asking me for advice to get him out of this predicament.

"Open the door."

"As helpful as always." He played a card, it seemed to work in his favour with a bit of luck. "Boom, look at this skill."

… "Daichi I swear if you don't open this fucking door I'll open it myself and lay the blame on you." I threatened. This seemed to get a reaction out of him as he finally left the game alone and turned his attention to me.

"Woah, woah." He gestured me to calm down "Easy there buddy, as much as I would like to see you try to punch your way through 40 inch of steel, I don't want to pay for the dents. I promised my baby to take her to the beach with my next salary."

"One last time, open the damn door."

"Language there buddy, I miss the ol' innocent Izuru whom dictionary only contained the word 'Boring'." I began to roll up my sleeves "Okay, okay... Here, door open. Happy?" The gate opened as he clicked on a button.

I let out a sigh "By the way you're turn's almost up." He faced the screen only to see his turn being skipped due to inactivity. I just begin walking to the entrance pleased with my reprisal.

"WHAT! How did he do 15 damage in one turn?! This RNG is fucking stupid!" He shot me a dirty glare "This is all your fault, you did it on purpose."

I only shrugged and continued walking out "And oh by the way," I added "Next time I'm cooking, you're not getting anything."

At this point I'm already out of his line of sight, though if I had to imagine his reaction would've been comical.

"IT'S JUST A PRANK IZURU!"

In my view came my home, Hope's Peak Academy, covered in white. Winter had been nice enough to drop snow here this year. I have to say freedom looks very nice this time of the year. There was no one on campus during this cold day, the only sound that could be heard was-

"IT WAS JUST A SOCIAL EXPERIMENT!"

The sound of sweet, sweet regret.

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I made my way through the campus and while walking I figured something out; I have no idea what to do.

The whole point of this outing is to be outside, not do anything in particular. Not that I could do anything in particular with this weather, the students are in their dorms and even if they were outside I would avoid them anyway. The worst thing about this is that no fast food chain would probably deliver with this thick snow.

It ruined one source of enjoyment for me, nevertheless I find snow to be very beautiful on my home. As my first time looking at it, I have to say I'm not disappointed."

All of that doesn't solve the issue of boredom, let's see… What do people normally do to have fun in winter? Snowball fight? Nah, there's no one to fight and playing catch by myself would grow mundane quickly. I guess building a snowman could work, let's see why people enjoy doing it.

First of all a location. Doing it in the middle of campus would attract too much attention, something I want to avoid if these outings are to become frequent. A suitable, deserted location…

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Something like the school's stadium for sports and athletics. It's an open stadium, meaning that it's filled with snow resulting in putting the club activities on hold. I think I heard that they're planning to install a convertible dome in spring.

As I walk into the stadium, I notice something in the middle. I came here to build a snowman, but it looks like someone beat me to the punch. What I see is what you'd call a 'stereotypical' snowman; A top hat on his head, a scarf around his neck, a carrot for a nose, sticks for arms and buttons for eyes and well… buttons.

Coincidences can occur but something about this snowman makes me feel off. It looks fine- No, it looks perfect, too perfect...

There can only be one explanation for this: This is the work of an Ultimate!

The Ultimate Snowman Maker to be precise…

Ok no, doubt it to be honest. The Ultimate Snowman Maker would make something better than this, wait does this school even have an Ultimate Snowman Maker? You never really know, people hell 'study' luck for crying out loud.

Huh? Upon closer inspection it seems to be holding something, an envelope? It's sealed with blue wax, the seal is depicting two swordsmen facing each other.

Well anyway, it has nothing to do with me.

That thought is thrown out completely, I found out as I read the back of the envelope. It says:

To Izuru Kamukura

Alright, so it's safe to assume that's for me? But who could've wrote this? Someone must've been expecting me to come, not only outside but also in this location in particular. Building a snowman be damned, this is way more interesting. Let's see what our perpetrator has to say.

'To all young ladies and gentlemen possessing extraordinary talents:

If you wish to test these Gifts' potential. Put your family, friends, wealth and all the world aside and come to our "Garden" '

A flash of light followed and I found myself falling from about four thousand meters up in the air. View of what couldn't be Earth could be seen from here, endless sea of green, endless numbers of domes, and a big beam of light in the distance.

I didn't think about how dangerous such a fall is.

I didn't think of how pretty this place is.

My mind was filled with the thought of this being surreal, too illogical, too magical.

I heard three different cries and noticed that I'm not the only one in such a predicament, what I also noticed is that we're almost hitting the surface of a lak-

Four big splashes followed.

End Chapter

Extra

Jimmy was a normal college student, he had normal dreams and lived with normal expectations.

He wanted to grow up, get a normal job that pays enough to survive the natural disaster that humans call 'taxes', hook up with some normal looking woman, not pretty because those are out of his league but also not ugly because no one likes an ugly person.

If one would describe Jimmy in one word it'd be: Average.

He wasn't smart, but he wasn't dumb either.

He wasn't handsome, but even a couple of girls could appreciate his looks.

He wasn't social, but still had a couple of people who he can call friends.

If it hasn't gotten into your head yet, what I'm saying is that Jimmy is not special in any way.

This day however, was very special for Jimmy. He is currently walking in the town square after a hard day of work. He decided to eat out and he made the choice that would change his entire life from this moment:

He ordered Chinese.

Empire Wok is still a growing restaurant, and it's growing faster due to the rumors surrounding their dessert. The dessert can wait, the main dish comes first.

Jimmy had a satisfying meal of fried rice and shrimp, now is the time to talk about the dessert. That's where things get interesting, you see… Jimmy is a college student, and you know these guys have nothing better to do than procrastinating their assignments and spreading rumours.

One rumour being that if you get your fortune from a fortune cookie in this restaurant, by placing it under your pillow for three days without peeking, your fortune will come true.

One normally wouldn't believe such nonsense and Jimmy certainly didn't. However, not much different from someone having a conversation with a child, he decided to humor the rumour and try his tarot.

So he got his fortune cookies, two of them to be exact, and broke the first one before eating it. Jimmy doesn't enjoy the taste of paper in his mouth. And he is certainly not amused by the taste of the fortune cookies, they were 'meh'. Not good and not bad which is the worst thing for him.

Then again, people don't buy fortune cookies for their taste, they buy them to waste money by paying extra for some paper with vague shit on them, which Jimmy understands.

His first fortune is:

People are naturally attracted to you.

Okay, yep. It's been confirmed, this whole thing is absolute bullshit.

As if he'd be popular.

With a sigh, Jimmy opened the next one. At this point he just wanted to get it over with and go back home, take a nap or three and continue his daily routine.

The next piece of disappointment read:

'To all young ladies and gentlemen possessing extraordinary talents:

If you wish to test these Gifts' potential. Put your family, friends, wealth and all the world aside and come to our "Garden" '

Jimmy's intelligent reply to this was: 'Wat?'

Alright, alright let's take it nice and slow... 'To all young ladies and gentlemen' Well Jimmy guesses that he is indeed young. Well he's not at the point that he'd call himself old yet so that's something.

'Possessing extraordinary talents' Okay… this is where he's lost. If this was a phone call, it would be at this point that he says 'Wrong number.' and hangs up. Talents, not to mention extraordinary talents? Nah, that's not him.

The light shining on Jimmy's face becomes only brighter, 'Seriously hasn't the person casting it noticed that it's in my face, are they trying to blind me?!' he thought.

His next thought was why he's a couple of kilometers up in the air and falling... without a parachute. Now he only did weed once in his lifetime, when he was in high school, but he never got this high. And it actually felt pretty real, so you can't really blame him for wetting himself. He didn't know how to take all this in, his heart however did, it practically shut down.

This was the unnatural end of Jimmy's normal life, by a heart stop 2.5 kilometers up in the air…

Oh yeah, his lifeless body continued falling down till it hit the surface of the lake below in terminal velocity causing his carcass to shatter upon the impact. I guess a heart stoppage wasn't such a bad way to go.

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There are infinite number of parallel worlds out there, but only one Little Garden. In all those worlds and dimensions are numerous amounts of heroes blessed by gods and deities with phenomenal talents; those are called Gifts.

However, isn't it such a shame that their talents are wasted in their worlds? They are just left there to rot in boredom where they don't find an equal. A gem needs to be polished before it shines brightly and that is what those heroes needed.

As such, the summoning system was created. By summoning those heroes to the Little Garden where challenge hides in every corner, they are able to get the most out of their Gifts and reach their potential.

There are rules though, certain conditions need to be met in order for the summoning to succeed.

The heroes must be Gifted.

The heroes must be seeking a challenge.

The heroes must be willing to leave their previous life and world behind.

However, no system is without its faults. A failure or malfunction could always occur, especially at the early stages. One certain malfunction is the late Jimmy, said malfunction will be discussed right this moment at this exact place.

A room filled with the most powerful Gods and great people, ones with the brightest minds in the Little Garden. Everyone had a grim look donning their faces.

The meeting was supposed to start a couple of minutes ago but only the deafening silence was willing to speak.

That was until one young man decided to get it over with. "So…" he began "You suppose the system needs a revision?" he asked.

No one said anything for the first couple of moments.

Then as if they practised this beforehand they all spoke at the same time.

"Naaah."

"It worked fine."

"Yeah just as envisioned."

"Well it's kind of his fault for not being able to survive."

"Yeah true."

"If you can't live through that then you're not welcome here."

'Wow, not a speck of remorse' the young man sweatdropped.

[1] Ghost or spirits of the dead.

Alright so… I liked the idea of Izuru Kamukura from the Danganronpa game, however we rarely see him there and when we do he's all apathetic. I thought 'Maybe he'd change if he's sent into a world that's not boring?' And this is how I came to this idea. However, even if he came here he'd still be the 'silent guy' who doesn't talk, which is boring to write about.

That's when I got the idea to make him less apathetic but nonetheless bored. There will be an explanation in the future to why he's changed but for now this is it.

About the 'Extra' thing, in this chapter I tried to change the way the characters receive their letter and their intros so as to not shamelessly copy paste out of the light novel. That's when I had to think of many ways to receive the invitation, the fortune cookies was one of them. Though it didn't make sense to have one of the characters just randomly eat fortune cookies, I then thought it'd be funny if someone completely unrelated got summoned and that's how the Extra came to life.