Without Alona, ​​I can only use the airdrop system.

Unknown, another dimension.

"Ugh... my head hurts so much..."

The teacher slowly stood up and found himself in a dilapidated and eerie classroom.

"This classroom..."

The teacher felt a strange sense of familiarity about this place.

Then the teacher ran out of the classroom, observed the balcony and the surrounding scenery, and became even more certain that this was the place where she had worked before her death.

However, this place seems to have become... eerie.

Suddenly, a large number of ghosts appeared on the balcony and surrounded the teacher!

"Teacher... Teacher..."

The figures of these ghosts began to become clearer, and the teacher realized that they had all turned into familiar figures—the students he had taught in his previous life.

The dilapidated school building has been restored to its original state as the teachers remembered it.

"Everyone..."

The teacher was astonished to see the students he knew so well.

"Teacher, I was wrong. I will never fall asleep in class again!"

"Teacher, I shouldn't have talked back to you so much. Please come back!"

"Teacher, I'm still grinding your account for you. You'll come back and take over, right?"

"Teacher, I still owe you 100 yuan, and I want to return it to you in person!"

"Teacher, I will never laugh at your 2D orientation again. It's actually quite nice to be a little bit like that!"

"Teacher, I improved my ranking by 30 places in the grade at the end of the semester, and I even finished my second creative project for BA during the holidays. Aren't you looking forward to it? Come back soon!!!"

.......

"..." The teacher was at a loss for words for a moment.

But he had already made up his mind.

"classmates!"

The teacher's voice stopped the chattering students in their tracks.

"Your teacher has passed away. Don't fantasize that the dead can be brought back to life," the teacher said earnestly. "Although I can no longer accompany you until you graduate from high school, you must carry on my legacy and live well in this world!"

In fact, the teacher knew perfectly well that these were all fabricated scenes based on his own memory.

However, he also wanted to say goodbye to everything from the past.

Before the teacher could even see the students' reaction, his vision began to blur, only clearing up after a while.

He is now in a large courtyard in the countryside.

This is where his maternal grandparents lived. When he was a child, his parents would often send him here during holidays to live with his maternal grandparents for a period of time.

Back then, the internet wasn't as developed, and television content wasn't as abundant as it is now, but for teachers at that time, it was an unforgettable childhood memory.

Unfortunately, my grandfather was already quite old at that time and had passed away, but my grandmother was still alive.

However, the place is now full of people, and there's also a stage.

On the table above the stage was his own portrait.

Below it was an elegant black box.

Needless to say, it contains the teacher's ashes.

The teacher also saw her biological parents, maternal grandmother, relatives, childhood playmates, even her classmates, and some of the students she had taught before her death.

They all came here to mourn themselves.

His biological mother was silently wiping away tears she couldn't control, while his biological father looked at his photo and the urn containing his ashes with a melancholy expression.

The saddest person was her grandmother, who covered her mouth and cried out, her wrinkled eyes red and swollen.

Seeing the reluctance and sorrow in the eyes of their loved ones, the teacher couldn't help but feel sad as well.

I was driving normally when I was hit by a truck that suddenly appeared.

Who could have predicted such an accident?

At that moment, a voice as beautiful as a celestial being rang out in the teacher's mind.

Don't you want to go back to your original world and live out your life there?

Despite facing jealousy and criticism from others in the workplace, as well as harsh treatment from some superiors, the teacher remains optimistic overall and has not given up on her responsibilities.

This perseverance earned him the respect of some students and a few friends.

Looking back, I have games I love to play, people who appreciate me, and loving grandparents and parents. Having experienced this kind of life, it's actually... not bad at all.

If... if I hadn't left... perhaps I would have eventually found a partner to share my life with, gotten married and had children, maybe even received a raise and a promotion, and lived a peaceful life.

Unfortunately, no if.

Since the fact of my death has been confirmed, instead of dwelling too much on my past life, I should say goodbye to it and do what I need to do in Kivotos now.

"No." The teacher shook his head and smiled. "My fate in this life was already sealed. Even if there are regrets, it was not in vain."

"Whether my time in Kiwatos is real or just a fleeting memory, I will cherish it, make the most of my time in Kiwatos, take care of and protect all the students here, and cherish every moment with Hina."

"So, drop your pretense, Miss Xiao Xianlu. There's no need for you to feign sympathy for me."

"...Xia Lai's teacher, you asked for this!"

The originally gentle and sacred voice suddenly became fierce and manic.

The teacher's gaze shifted the next moment, returning to the abandoned school.

The surrounding ghosts began to become violent and rampant, trying to rush up and tear the teacher apart!

But the next moment, they all retreated.

A cluster of pink flowers had already gathered around the teacher's feet and were beginning to bloom.

For some reason, these ghosts developed an inexplicable fear of the large circle of flowers.

"Impossible!!! You can't use any abilities in my space at all!!!"

"So it seems the space you created for me is nothing special after all." The teacher looked at the ghosts who dared not approach and mocked Xiao Xianlu, who was controlling the space from behind.

"You arrogant and ignorant bastard!!!"

Xiao Xianlu's voice began to echo in this space. At the same time, the abandoned school collapsed instantly, the surrounding gravity became unbalanced, and the flowers around the teacher scattered.

At the same time, a crimson mist reappeared, absorbing all the ruins and forming a gigantic monster!

"Xia Lai's teacher, once you enter here, don't even think about coming out alive!"

Xiao Xianlu's furious voice rang out, and at the same time the monster howled and swung its huge fist at the teacher.

But the teacher made no attempt to dodge, closing her eyes and smiling as she awaited the fist made of rubble to fall...