The Unveiling of Despair and a New Identity

Stepping into the gymnasium, one was immediately struck by its sheer vastness.

To the left lay a basketball court, while a volleyball net (doubling as a badminton net), ping-pong tables, and various exercise equipment filled the right side.

Spectator stands lined both flanks, completing the picture of a fully equipped sports facility.

“It seems everyone has arrived,” a voice chirped. “Now, it’s time for me, your headmaster, to make an announcement. Upupupupupu…”

Just then, a black-and-white bear doll, Monokuma, sprang onto the podium before them.

“Gah! The doll actually spoke!”

“It’s incredible! There really are talking dolls.”

“There’s a strange cuteness to it~ I really want to take it home and keep it as a pet~”

“That’s enough out of you. Don’t try to adopt everything you see.”

“My divination results tell me this little creature harbors unimaginable danger…” The small girl’s body trembled slightly as she spoke.

“Ugh! You students are so disobedient! How dare you speak ill of your headmaster!” Monokuma feigned anger, his voice a theatrical growl.

“Well~ it can’t be helped~ After all, it’s our first day meeting~”

“By the way, you’ll need to live here indefinitely~”

“You’re… you’re joking, right? Stay here for life?” A tall girl with long silver hair asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

“Of course~ If you truly wish to leave, you’ll have to ‘graduate,’ which means, of course, mutual killing~ Upupupupu…” That unsettling laughter clung to them like a specter, refusing to dissipate.

Suddenly, a red-haired boy burst from the crowd, seizing Monokuma by the neck and lifting him high.

“Mutual killing?! Believe it or not, I’ll kill you right here and now!” he roared.

“Ugh~ Headmaster me is being threatened~ I’m going to be killed, ugh~” Just as Monokuma raised its left hand, a gun muzzle forming in its palm, aiming directly at the boy, I swiftly cried out:

“It’s going to shoot! Get out of the way!” The red-haired boy, without even a glance back, released his grip and took a swift step backward.

Yet, in the very next second, a bullet shot from the gun still grazed his right arm…

“Oh? It didn’t hit a vital spot? How unfortunate, yet how lucky for you.”

“You should thank your good fortune, because if anyone disrespects the headmaster again, I’ll execute them on the spot. Upupupupupu~”

“Hey! Are you alright!” Takagi Masahiko, his brows furrowed, stared at the bleeding wound on the boy’s right arm.

“It’s just a graze, nothing serious.” Despite his words, the red-haired boy’s face had turned considerably pale.

“Wait, wait… you’ve got to be kidding… This thing actually has a gun?”

“L-looks like it’s not a toy gun…” The orange-haired small girl muttered timidly.

“Honestly, what an impulsive person. Another second, and he would have been dead.” A pink-haired girl remarked, a hint of accusation in her tone.

“You!” The red-haired boy, his weakness seemingly exposed, glared at her with indignant fury.

“Everyone, stop arguing and calm down. This isn’t the time for quarrels. Let’s all introduce ourselves first.” The yellow-haired boy with a buzz cut looked at them sternly.

“Ugh… It’s truly disappointing that you’re not fighting anymore… However, introductions are quite necessary. By the way, your electronic student IDs are on the podium upfront. Wouldn’t want anyone to be unaware of their own origins, upupupupu…” ‘Monokuma’s last remark left me wondering if it was directed at itself or everyone present…’

“Uh… is this a smartphone?”

“How about it? Very high-tech, isn’t it? You can thank your shrewd headmaster for that, you know…”

‘I hadn’t expected smartphones to exist in the world of Danganronpa; that certainly caught me off guard.’

Everyone went up to retrieve their phones, and as I pressed the power button, a login password prompt appeared on the screen.

“To protect everyone’s privacy, you must set a password for your student ID. The initial password is 123456. Otherwise, embarrassing secrets might just have to be discovered by others~~” Monokuma struck a very shy pose.

Upon opening the phone interface, I immediately saw a personal profile:

Gender: Female

Name: Kamimura Anko

Birthday: February 5th

Height: 166cm

Weight: 52kg

Bust: 87cm

Talent: Ultimate ??? (TL Note: A common Danganronpa term for a student’s exceptional skill or ability.)

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To the left, a girl’s portrait was displayed: a fair-skinned face, delicate willow-leaf brows, and captivating deep-red, agate-like eyes that seemed to draw one into an endless sea of blood.

Her small nose and mouth were perfectly proportioned, a few strands of black bangs covered her forehead, and fine hair cascaded from her ears.

Behind her head, a single ponytail flowed like a waterfall, and notably, a beauty mark beneath her right eye exuded a certain alluring charm (bushi) (TL Note: A Japanese internet slang term used to playfully deny or retract a suggestive or slightly inappropriate preceding statement, often implying ‘just kidding’ or ‘not really’).

I gazed at this beautiful and captivating face, falling silent for a moment without realizing it…

‘Why isn’t this girl my girlfriend, but *me*?! My d*ck… where’s my d*ck…’

‘Well… dwelling on this tragic reality wouldn’t help now.’

After confirming that no one else had taken the wrong phone, I solidified this thought: yes, this ‘Kamimura Anko’ was me.

‘So, the question remained: where had the original Kamimura Anko gone?’

‘Had she, like me, transferred into someone else’s body? Or had she simply vanished?’

‘Never mind… I should probably get to know everyone else.’

As I lifted my head from my reverie, I suddenly noticed a man staring at me with an incredulous gaze, though I couldn’t tell for how long.

The moment our eyes met, he bowed politely, his head and waist forming a straight line at a 45-degree angle.

“Ah, beautiful lady,” he began, “I apologize for inadvertently staring at your figure for a moment, but you possess a certain androgynous beauty that has utterly captivated me. My name is Suzuki Minoru, one of the Ultimate Performers. Might I be graced with your esteemed name, miss?”

Gender: Male

Name: Suzuki Minoru

Birthday: June 6th

Height: 180cm

Weight: 65kg

Talent: Ultimate Performer

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‘…Huh? Androgynous beauty? What’s that supposed to mean?’

The man before me was dressed in a well-fitted grey suit, its sharp lines and exquisite fabric exuding an undeniable aura of luxury.

His face was slender, and his purple eyes shone with an intense brilliance, sharp as a hawk’s, gleaming with vivid light.

His purple, center-parted hair, combined with his handsome face, was undeniably striking, so much so that even I, despite my ‘male’ identity, had to admit he was truly attractive…

“Hello, I’m Kamimura Anko. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I offered a brief introduction of myself.

“Ah~ Miss Kamimura, you are so beautiful! Those plump fruits! Your curves are worthy of the name ‘Divine Bosom’! I can’t believe my own body has defied my iron will and self-control… This is the first time I’ve felt so wretched… If I could only hold those generous curves, surely even Lord Uriel would praise me!!!” He expressed himself with such fervor that every hair on his body seemed to vibrate with delight.

‘What… what’s wrong with this guy? One second I was secretly complimenting his handsomeness, and the next he’s turned into a pervert?! And who is Uriel…? He gives me an indescribable sense of strangeness; I should probably keep my distance and observe him for now…’

Calmly, I turned away to introduce myself to others.