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21. Which of the following is NOT a correct statement regarding the global situation after the Berlin Dimensional Portal opened?(1) The Allied forces stationed troops in Asia under the pretext of tracking down the remnants of the Nazis.(2) The Kingdom of Gelcha, which persecuted merchants from Earth, was destroyed.(3) The Emperor gifted Stalin an elixir.(4) Atomic bombs were dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima.(5) The Deep Tower collapsed due to the Air-conditioner revolution.

『Lord Howe Academy Entrance Exam - Social Studies Section (Modern and Contemporary History)』

* * *There were always minute, unpredictable errors in everything that took place in this world.

Errors so minuscule, that no one really paid them any attention.And most of those errors vanished without having any effect whatsoever.However, some of those errors occasionally led to significant changes that no one could have anticipated.Some people called such changes the butterfly effect, while others used the term chaos theory.However, at this very moment, the Author who had transmigrated into the novel was unable to think of either term.Facing the enormous change brought about by an unpredictable error, he could only say one thing.“Damn it.”Beyond his enhanced vision, after scraping up every bit of his almost nonexistent mana, he saw something pouring down from the ceiling of the dark cave.And unlike the other students, who were only focused on the transfer student’s party, he instantly recognized what was pouring in.Zombies.And they weren’t some shabby zombies that were unable to even scratch the skin of a Superhuman. Each one was a special creation, crafted by a deranged Necromancer with pure hatred and madness.But why?Why were these zombies, which were supposed to appear during the prologue— at the Bloody Entrance Ceremony, to be precise—showing up now?He had no way of knowing. And even if he did, it wouldn’t change anything.I need to run.That was the first thought that surfaced instinctively. However, right after, a counter-argument followed: where to?The shelter’s doors were firmly shut, and zombies were pouring into the cave. There was nowhere to run, nor were there any weapons to fight with.It was a truly hopeless situation, but only the Author felt that despair.The rest of the students in the shelter chattered away, each sharing their thoughts about the victory the transfer students had achieved.- We survived…While there were some who were relieved by the victory.- He was acting all serious, but it wasn’t that big of a deal now, was it?Others were spouting nonsense bravado.- How could they kill…And there were even those who were frightened by Cheon Yeomyeong’s ruthlessness.What a bunch of idiots…The Author ground his teeth while glancing at the students.Although some of them had belatedly noticed something wriggling behind Cheon Yeomyeong and his party, most had already relaxed their enhanced vision and now had expressions of relief.Even though they should all be fighting for their lives, they had already started to let their guard down. And he didn’t even need to see what would happen next.Most of the students in this shelter would end up becoming zombie food.You guys can die all by yourselves for all I care.The Author bowed his head low and retreated far behind the students.And to buy enough time to retreat, he intentionally remained mum about the approaching zombies.Fortunately, he managed to reach the opposite wall easily, thanks to the students stepping forward to meet the transfer student’s party.Did he feel any guilt for withholding information and using his peers as a meat shield? He felt none.After all, weren’t they supposed to have been slaughtered during the entrance ceremony as per the original story?…Let’s just hold out until the academy’s rescue team arrives. Then, I’ll survive.Originally, he would have simply clung to the strong ones to stay alive… but all present strong ones from the first-year, except for one, had followed Cheon Yeomyeong to the front line.And even that one person wouldn’t be of much help in this situation, so using his peers as a meat shield seemed like the best option…As the Author continued this line of thought…Cheon Yeomyeong’s voice echoed through the cave.“Grab any weapons you can while retreating!”His voice contained a sense of urgency, enough to make even the most clueless students realize that things weren’t over yet. Only then did commotion break out among the students.- What? There’s more?- Behind, look behind!- Zombies?Surprisingly, the students’ murmuring wasn’t that loud.Because it was common knowledge that ordinary zombies didn’t pose much of a threat to Superhumans.However, after Cheon Yeomyeong and his party, carrying all sorts of weapons, reached the collapsed wall, everyone fell silent.“Damn it, I almost died while picking up weapons!”Wesley, who ranked fourth in the entrance exam, had zombie bites and scratch marks all over his so-called Superhuman body—a sight that defied everything they thought they knew.And that was followed by the sight of zombies flooding into the cave.“Kyaaaaaacccckk!”With the scream of an unknown student as the signal, chaos descended upon the shelter once again.

* * *Right in front of the collapsed wall of the shelter.

- Uoooooooohhh…Watching the zombies slowly gather beyond the cave, Yeomyeong’s expression gradually became grimmer.It was because he had discovered an unexpected flaw in his repertoire of martial arts.…None of them are useful for a prolonged battle.All the martial arts he knew were specialized for short-term combat on a fundamental level.Ignoring aftereffects, he could push his body to its limits with techniques like the ‘Flying Kick technique’ and ‘Blood Flow Acceleration.’There were also moves like the ‘Surging Wave technique’ and ‘Comet Sword,’ which consumed a tremendous amount of mana proportional to their power output.His martial arts were extremely unbalanced, he hadn’t noticed any particular problem but up until now because all the opponents he had come across were always either similar in strength or stronger than him.However, now that he had to face countless zombies, he realized that all these unbalanced martial arts had a fatal weakness.What if the enemy used sheer numbers to tire him out and force him into a battle of attrition? He would suffer from an unquestionable one-sided disadvantage.After all, wasn’t that exactly what happened during the fight against the horse-headed man in Manchuria?He had wasted his strength on taking down contaminated mercenaries, which held him from confronting the horse-headed man.Yeomyeong pondered over it quietly. After identifying the problem, a solution came to mind easily.A martial art specialized for prolonged battles… One that could use mana efficiently.The first thing that came to his mind was Mara, the demonic human who used the most varied martial arts Yeomyeong had ever seen.They were an enemy he had much to learn from.From the Palm Blast to flying techniques, Yeomyeong, who had just started learning martial arts, could broaden his perspective just by watching them.If they had still been alive, Yeomyeong would have loved to receive another lesson in the guise of a fight. However, that demonic human was already confined to the mortuary at the Manchuria base.No regrets; after all, it was Yeomyeong himself who had turned them into a corpse.Anyway, Yeomyeong slowly reviewed Mara’s martial arts in his mind.He especially paid attention to the technique that made them exude mana from their body like a heated haze.He couldn’t steal the martial art itself because he was unable to grasp its true intention. However…If I imitate it, even crudely, it seems that I can achieve quite satisfactory results.Just as he was thinking about something that would have shocked Mara or other Superhumans if they had heard it…“Yeomyeong, don’t worry too much.”Soe Miri placed her hand on Yeomyeong’s shoulder. And despite her words of reassurance, her hand was slightly trembling.“…The rescue team from the academy will be arriving soon. We just need to hold out until then.”She had a serious look on her face as she spoke with a determined voice. It seemed that she had misunderstood the situation and thought Yeomyeong was tense.“Didn’t you fight well just a moment ago?”Yeomyeong didn’t know how it looked to the others, but he could tell. She was trying best to muster her courage to help him relax.Perhaps that was the reason Yeomyeong couldn’t bring himself to say that it wouldn’t be a problem for him, no matter how many zombies came and that he was actually thinking about martial arts rather than feeling tense.Seeing him remain silent… Soe Miri grew more courageous.“Today… no one in this shelter will die. Because we’re going to make sure of it.”“…”Yeomyeong didn’t reply this time as well. Regardless of the elf princess’ determination, he wasn’t particularly interested in the lives of the others.As long as he could save Seti, the Saintess, and Soe Miri beside him, that was enough.Why should he care if people he didn’t know died…At that moment, Wesley stepped in between the two.“That’s impressive.”“…”“A Superhuman should have at least that level of determination.”Wesley said this as he glanced at the party. Jeon Yunseong, the Saintess, Seti, and Miss Gemini… all wore serious expressions as if they agreed with Soe Miri’s words.…Even Seti?As Yeomyeong looked at her in disbelief, Seti gestured towards the shelter.Following her gaze, he saw a red-haired girl give him an awkward smile.…Siri? Ah, that’s right.Seti’s sisters were also enrolled in the academy.Yeomyeong immediately erased the plan to use the Golden Seal to open the shelter door and escape.…I should test out the martial arts as wellAs he quickly made his decision, his actions were even faster. Yeomyeong raised his sword and pointed at the zombies that were closing in on them.And just as he was about to charge forward, Soe Miri called him again.“Yeomyeong.”“What?”“…At least say a few words of determination for the last time.”No, that was a bit… As Yeomyeong suppressed the words rising to his throat, Soe Miri added more.“It would be nice if you did. After all, you’re the one who gathered us.”The moment was too perfect to be a coincidence.The zombies were right at the shelter’s doorstep, and the party’s attention turned to Yeomyeong…“…Don’t die. I don’t want my first meal at the academy to be at a funeral.”Even Yeomyeong felt embarrassed by the words he uttered.He dared not turn his head, fearing his awkward act might be discovered, and charged straight towards the zombies.Of course, the others didn’t see it as such.

* * *In the face of the unprecedented situation where the academy was attacked, the staff only had one reaction.

Anger.Not only the Superhuman security guards, but the Mages who otherwise locked themselves in the magic department rushed out to chase the attackers as well.The attackers were unknown terrorists armed with firearms.And their target was the northern island, with hardly any students present.And just as they thought it to be a stroke of luck that all the students had gathered in another place for the joint class… that turned out to be the enemy’s trap all along.Taking advantage of the academy’s defense forces gathering on the northern island, they targeted the students in an unimaginable way.Zombies.A vast horde of zombies, enough to cover the coastline, swarmed onto the island.By the time communication was restored and the staff were able to grasp the situation, the zombies had already surrounded the students.The Australian army and the U.S. Navy were deployed to protect the academy, but it would take them at least two hours to arrive.In the end, the academy had to make a difficult decision:Which grade should be saved first?The first-year students, which included the Saintess and the Vessel?The second-year students, which included a member of the royal family beyond the Dimensional Portal?The third-year students, which included the grandson of the President of the United States?All the teachers argued that every grade should be saved simultaneously, but the reality was cold. They were short on manpower and time to do so.It was a crisis where they could lose everyone across all grades if they weren’t careful.There wasn’t much time to deliberate, and the choice was brutal.Given the importance of the Saintess and the Vessel, the academy staff decided to prioritize rescuing the first-years.However, the Principal thought differently. She decided to split the forces between the second and third years, rather than the first.- Are you suggesting that we abandon all the first-year students?!The staff’s fierce protests continued, but the Principal’s decision was firm.No one could change her mind. Or rather, to be precise, there wasn’t enough time to try to change her mind.Half with no choice, half with faith in the principal, the staff began their battle against the zombies.And so, after fighting off the zombie horde for several minutes, a hero descended upon the academy to save them from the unending, despairing situation.Holy Sword, Freya Cahn.Watching her sweep away thousands of zombies with a single blow as she descended, the staff shouted desperately.- Holy Sword! Please save the first-years first!But for some reason, Freya Cahn’s response was not that different from the Principal’s.- First-years? The Saintess and that cheeky bugger are there, so why?The Holy Sword, having cleared the third-year shelter in the blink of an eye, headed toward the second-year shelter, leaving behind just one line. Little did she know the impact those words would have.- If he is goin’ to be taken down by mere zombies, I wouldn’t have given him the Comet Sword.:"