"Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… I can't stop crying," I sniffled, wiping the mucus dripping from my nose and wiping the salty liquid from my eyes.
I couldn't stop crying. I just couldn't stop fucking crying as I ran. I ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran and ran until I found myself at the edge of the campus where all of the dungeons for students to farm were.
I ran in and began to destroy slimes in the pitifully weak dungeon all the way until nothing was left. And even after I had eradicated at least a hundred slimes, I found myself still sniffling, but now no more tears were flowing from my eyes.
"Hey, are you good?" A voice tickled the back of my neck, and as I turned around, I noticed an older woman with green lipstick, black hair, and pitch-black eyes staring right at me.
"You're… a teacher here. The one who specializes in the scythe…."
