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“You might as well suggest that they are goddesses from other worlds,” Claudia said with a smile, “although perhaps people would live better under their rule than under ours.”

Varya ignored the disapproval of the four, although it bothered her a little. Risha clearly didn't deserve such a comment.
-- Other worlds? What do you mean? -- she asked instead, surprised by Claudia's imagination.

"So, you remember the world map, right? We live in Lafrenia, with the eastern islands to our right, the southern continent below, the western archipelago to our left, and the northern continent above... But what if there are other worlds like this, but with their own continents, countries, and everything else?"

“I also thought about the possibility of lulling us into a false sense of security – that’s quite possible,” Leila agreed with her friend’s suggestion. “So, we examine the painting, move a little further, and then we hear some noise behind us. We turn around, and something will be wrong with the painting. Not in a very obvious way, like a gloomy landscape or the transformation of these two girls into terrible monsters, but in the form of some small, unsettling detail. For example, their gazes might be directed at one of us. Or, perhaps, after the painting, there will be a labyrinth that leads us to a copy of the same room, with the same painting, making us doubt whether we chose the right path. Making us wonder if we haven’t gotten lost. And the main source of fear will not be so much artificial monsters, but rather the feeling of disorientation, lostness, and discomfort. Or,” the girl spread her hands, “the creator of this attraction simply has a strange sense of humor, and this is just someone he knows who he doesn’t personally like.”

The creator of this attraction simply has a strange sense of humor, and it's just someone from his acquaintances whom he doesn't personally like.

I.e., the creators of the attraction = players

– Ah, now I understand… – Varya propped up her cheek with her hand. – We had an old monk in our monastery who kept saying, “Look at the stars – there are people living on them just like us, and they are also looking at the sky and also can’t figure out that there are countless worlds in the universe.”
“We thought he was a bit eccentric,” Varya thought, but she didn’t say it.
– And then he left a note in his cell saying that he had been kidnapped by little red men from some star, and he would not return. Well, we really didn’t see him after that.

Futaba lay on the windowsill in the deserted school corridor, watching the clouds drift across the sky.
After hurling a few arrogant words at Aliduum as a parting shot, so she could leave with her head held high, she actually saw no way out of the current situation. She was forbidden from talking about it, threatened with something vague – apparently, they couldn't come up with anything specific to scare someone who had long since given up hope. But even without the threats, no one would help her anyway. If even such respected figures, adorned with chocolate medals for the anniversary of their beloved and esteemed leader, like her grandfather and great-grandfather, were involved, or at least kept silent, fearing the displeasure of this respected person, then there was no question of any positive contribution from some rudimentary, rotten organs or useless fools like the principal – in that fantastic case, if she really wasn't involved.
On the other hand, for Futaba, nothing had really changed. Her earthly life didn't end today, or even six months ago, but much earlier – with the death of her younger brother and her mother, who followed soon after. One specific summer day crossed out the fate of their family and turned it into an endless agony. Does it really matter how she continues to suffer?
Throughout her life, she was constantly plagued by thoughts of putting an end to all of this, but each time she ran into the same wall – the unwillingness to deprive herself of the last word. And now it's the same. While life circumstances once again chewed up and spat out a defenseless person, a child, the real scumbags are still walking around, breathing, drinking beer, and eating meat, and most likely rejoicing that, by a lucky coincidence, they ended up on the safe side of the volcano. They were lucky enough to live this life in peace, catching the good moments.
Perhaps there are no other options here except the most obvious one. Kill them all, one by one, like pigs. Of course, it's impossible to do that right now, but April showed that it is quite possible, and they bleed almost like humans. She just needs to prepare well and find the right moment.
These dark thoughts made Futaba want to sigh heavily, but she suppressed the urge.
Finally, out of a desire to do at least something, she decided to check every inch of the principal's office, and then Karvia Imas's room in the dormitory. They were probably locked, and if not, they had been thoroughly cleaned out in the meantime, but it was agonizing to do nothing, and somewhere in her heart, a false hope flickered that there was a chance, one in a million, that something might have been overlooked or misunderstood by the investigators, or even brazenly left as is, with a defiant feeling that it would be fine anyway – after all, all the "in"-security in the school was under the control of the organization.

— People come up with all sorts of things.
After a brief stop, the group continued on, and their next obstacle was a black knight who rushed past them like an avalanche. He ran, dropping fruits behind him and offering them to taste. After that, the lighting in the narrow corridor changed, and the girls found themselves in the middle of a mine, the floor beneath their feet disappeared, and they fell down, ending up somewhere where there was no light at all, but fortunately, they landed on something soft.

but luckily, he landed on something soft

-- Wasn't that more interesting just now, right? -- Varya, who had involuntarily held her breath during the fall, was now speaking very quietly. "I wonder, are these fruits some kind of local legend? Why do I keep encountering them?" Refiteyka very carefully and disgustedly, but quickly, feels the ground. Perhaps they imagined a dragon's lair or something like that... Although, no, why would they turn off the lights then?

The further they went, the stronger the feeling grew that "Theater of the Absurd" would have been a more fitting name for this attraction. Unless its creator was deliberately hoping to scare visitors with the strangeness, absurdity, and surrealism of the events unfolding. But if there was one thing he deserved credit for, it was that it was difficult to predict what would follow each new event, each new location. Nevertheless, the unexpectedness of the events was still partly the result of a not entirely well-chosen name.
But it seemed too early to relax – just as Leila had resigned herself to the atmosphere of this place, the floor suddenly disappeared beneath their feet, and they all fell somewhere down. Without any light sources, the group found themselves surrounded by impenetrable darkness. Well, it had to be admitted, this was more like "Lair of Horror," at least in the mind of the time mage. But she still allowed for the possibility that the lights would suddenly flash on and it would turn out that they were in some colorful, extravagantly decorated room, and their fall had been cushioned by a giant heart-shaped pillow.
“Is everyone okay?”

The door to the office, which once belonged to Karvia Imas, is indeed unlocked, but the contents hidden behind it are disappointingly sterile, and after a brief inspection, it becomes clear that there is no trace of the previous owner here. While Futaba is searching, her mind is filled with fragments of blocked memories. In them, she is sitting on someone's lap while this unknown person strokes her head and touches her in various places, cheerfully talking about something. "Could there really be fools like these Jayme and Nage in such a prestigious national educational institution? This bunch from Armeria lived by bullying and petty theft, and now they're supposed to be studying? Ha-ha-ha! And do you know Cassia from the fifth grade? Well, never mind, even if you don't, it should still be amusing. Her anxious parent scared the girl from an early age with tales of a curse, making up a whole story that if she starts messing around with anyone, that's it, she's doomed. Now she runs around, worried that her daughter lives in a dormitory and tries to bring her home, but she can't! Ha-ha, a pathetic little human, but still funny! Accordingly, you also have a difficult past, but don't worry, I will take good care of you now..." At this point, the stream of memories stops.

While the girls at the resort are dramatically screaming on the rides, Futaba is literally in the lair of horror (((

But I still want to think that it's Elliot, just for laughs.

Solved all the problems from the purchased book and became the Demon King?

“I’m okay,” Claudia replied. “Uh-huh, me too,” Ladia echoed. “But you won’t be okay for long, ho-ho-ho!” An unfamiliar voice echoed throughout the room.