Is it wrong to live stream the death game in the daily fan?

This should not be the case. This division and differential treatment is wrong and must be corrected.

But the words of an extremely ordinary person like myself have no meaning to them, and the only way to make them understand is——

Become higher than them and have more outstanding talents.

[Teacher Chisa Yukizome arrived in time and saved Hinata Hiro from the man who was about to send him to the hospital, but Hinata Hiro was no longer in the mood to thank her anymore. 】

[On the way back, Hinata once again met Chiaki Nanami who came to him with a new game, but this time Hinata did not agree to her invitation and just looked at her with a smile. 】

["Nanami, did you create good memories?"]

["Well, yes..."]

["Create good memories, because Nanami is not only a super high school-level gamer, but also has many other great things."]

[The sudden blunt compliment made Nanami Chiaki blush subconsciously, lowered her head, and let out a vague shy laugh. 】

["Then, goodbye."]

["Well, see you tomorrow!"]

[Hyuga Sou didn't look back, nor did he tell Nanami that this was probably the last time they would meet. 】

[I have indeed created memories worth remembering with Nanami, and these emotions are not false - knowing this is enough for Hinata Sou. 】

[Sure enough, people without talent and people with talent are the same and can get along freely. There should be no barriers. 】

[Hope's Peak Academy once sent an invitation to Hinata Sou to participate in a highly dangerous project. 】

["Hope Cultivation Plan". 】

[This plan sounds very simple. It is to stuff all the super high school-level talents into one person's body, and then create an existence with all the talents. 】

[But talent is not something that can be explained clearly, let alone stuffing all talents into one person's body?You must know that there is a lot of super high school level luck and abilities that have no idea how they work...]

[Therefore, the invited Hyuga Sou is not so much a participant in the plan, but a guinea pig for experiments, because he is too ordinary for any speciality, but can be compatible with all unique talents. 】

[Although the probability of failure is high, once successful, Hyuga Sou will be able to become a person with all talents in one——]

[Super High School Level Hope. 】

[If you can become the hope of mankind standing at the apex of everything, then maybe you can do more, right? 】

[Even artificial hope can certainly make this world full of discrimination, estrangement, and mutual incomprehension a little bit better. 】

[Without talent, he couldn't do anything in the end, but at least now, he has something he can do precisely because he has nothing. 】

[This is what he must do. 】

["Have you made up your mind?"]

【"Yes."】

[Standing in front of the leaders of the experiment, Hyuga Sou replied without hesitation. 】

【"I want to be everyone's hope."】

hope?

If it is really possible to hope to change the world, then it is not incomprehensible for me to make this choice after going through these things.

But why is there always a bad feeling?

It's as if this road leads not to hope, but to something more bleak and heavy.

Looking at the scalpel slowly approaching him in the field of vision, the stinging pain in Hyuga Waku's brain became more and more acute, as if a thousand buzzers were frantically stirring in his brain.

No, there must be something I haven't remembered yet!

Handwriting, yes, is there any problem with this operation? !

Get all the talents, but at what cost? !

The price is, it's... yes, it's personal—

The next moment, everything in front of Hyuga Chuang seemed to be pitch black.

There was only a pair of indifferent blood-red eyes, looking down at him without emotion.

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In the pitch-black world, only blood-red eyes stared at So Hinata.

But if you calm down and observe, you will find that those eyes are not suspended in the air, but belong to a person in a black suit.

The same pitch-black length-length hair and suit made him stand in this black world as if he was completely integrated with this world.

Even though his face was the same as Hinata Chuang's, it looked beautiful. Although there was no special expression, it gave off a dark aura that was very suitable for this dark world.

Looking at the existence in front of him that was exactly the same as him but completely different in essence, Hinata subconsciously wanted to back up and run away, but no matter how he pushed his legs up, they still stood motionless.

"God, the throne of God is out...?"

After the hopeless escape, Hinata Chuang took a deep breath quickly, and then slowly looked at the person in front of him who did not make any suspicious moves.

He had already remembered—what exactly was the operation he had undergone, and what exactly was the person in front of him!

In the hope breeding program that creates artificial hopes, in order to implant all talents into the brain of the same person without conflict, what is needed is an experimental subject without any special features, because only blank space can perfectly accommodate all colors .

Although Hinata's character is already extremely ordinary, it is still not enough for the plan, so the choice of the implementers of the plan is to clear all the original characters.

To put it simply, it is to remove all the feelings, memories, etc. that belong to So Hinata, completely obliterate the personality of So Hinata, and then let the collection of talents reborn his own personality.

And this personality has long been identified as his name.

That is the same name as the founder of Hope's Peak Academy - the outflow of the throne!

Although he didn't see him in the meeting just now, but the moment he saw him, So Hinata was absolutely convinced that the guy who seemed to have no emotion in front of him was the outflow from his own corpse.

However, it is different.

It is completely different from the super high school-level hope that So Hinata imagined, which can change that unequal world.

There is nothing in the eyes of this artificial hope, just like his soul, which is filled with talent but empty.

It's like an audience watching a boring old-fashioned movie, with only boredom and indifference in his eyes, as if it doesn't matter to him even if the world is destroyed in the next second.

Is the hope created by sacrificing one's life this kind of indifference to everything?

Hinata Chuang could not accept it.

What's more, the current him has no previous memories, and the memories obtained through the notebook are only sounds and images, so the impact of those things on the current Hinata has not been big enough to make him give up his life to change the world.

Although it's a bit embarrassing to say it, Hinata Sou now feels that if he survives this game, it's not bad to drop out of school honestly, and then go to the days when he is not good, but he can still have memories and bonds with other people.

Speaking of which, this terrible game seems to be live broadcasting now, if Nanami sees it, she should be worried about me...

Although the original outflow from the seat of God did not mean to respond to Hinata, he still looked at Hinata as if he wanted to explore something.But after Hinata Chuang's mind appeared the idea of ​​being at peace with the situation, Kamito Deryu sighed as if he had received some unsatisfactory answer, then turned and walked towards the endless darkness behind him.

"boring......"

With the outflowing sigh of the god seat, Hyuga Chou suddenly felt dizzy, and he who was standing up did not know when he was lying on an operating table.

The world was still dark, but the shadowless lamp on his face was so dazzling that Hyuga Chou could see the indifference and madness in the eyes of the researchers wearing protective clothing who suddenly appeared around the operating table through the light.

They held all kinds of tools in their hands, and then opened the drill bit, and mercilessly poked towards Hinata So's head.

That's right, this is a fragment that flashed through his head before. This is not an illusion, but something he has actually experienced!

These researchers opened up their brains, and put their personalities—

Wait, if he is operated on here again, will he...

The icy temperature of the operating table under him suddenly woke up Hinata Tsutomu who was still at a loss about the status quo. He immediately struggled frantically, trying to keep his head away from the sizzling drill.It's a pity that his body has already been firmly bound to the operating table, no matter how hard he struggles, he can only watch the drill drill into his skull.

At the moment when the severe pain came from the top of his head, even Hinata Sou, who had a relatively strong personality, couldn't help crying out in horror at the moment when he was attacked by the pain and the fear of death at the same time.

After all, the obliteration of personality undoubtedly means death for an individual, and now he doesn't want to die.

"Help! Someone help—"

Snapped.

The familiar sound of snapping fingers clearly rang in Hinata Chuang's ears. The next moment, he who had been struggling so hard jumped up instantly, and then he closed his eyes and waved wildly around, looking like a clown who danced to the gods Just as funny.

"Shouting and jumping like a madman in someone else's room is not admirable behavior."

With the sound of the book being closed, Hyuga Chou only felt his body stop suddenly, and then he sat down on the ground uncontrollably.

Although it was scary not being able to control his body, it did calm Hinata Chou a little.

Warm orange lights, countless stacked bookshelves that look like walls, and a blue-haired girl who used to claim to be the host of the show sitting on a chair not far in front of him - there is no doubt that this is not the place where he is going to be forcibly operated on of black space.

"This, where is this?"

"Welcome to the library." Putting the book in her hand on the high stack of books aside, Angela smiled at Hinata who was still sitting on the ground in shock: "But it's a pity, you Not a guest of the library, but a participant in the game."

"So please go back and continue the game."

"Wait a moment--!"

Seeing that Angela raised his hand and was about to send him away in a second, Hinata Tsutomu, who was full of doubts, finally couldn't hold back, and stopped Angela who obviously knew a lot.

Chapter 183 What happened?

"If you want to ask a silly question like 'Why did you bring us here?', please allow me to decline."

Great, the conversation is established, at least this Angela is someone she can communicate with!

Although I was also very interested in the kind of questions Angela exemplified, since she had made it clear that she didn't want to answer such questions, Hinata So naturally wouldn't make fun of herself.

Besides, this is not what he cares most about now.

"What the hell are those things I just saw?!"

"That's the information that the props distributed by the program group wanted to provide you with. I don't think this kind of obvious thing needs much explanation."

Although what she said seemed to be very impatient, Angela's face did not show any irritation, and she even helped Hinata Chuang explain what she thought did not need to be said.

"Information item "What Happened", looks like a notebook. Write the name of the person you want to know at midnight every day to get detailed information about this person. The number of uses is limited, and the number of uses is increased once per day. .”

Really, really explained, and also gave information that I didn't know before...

Could this Angela be a good person?

No, no, think about it, she is the one who says she won't seal the contestants' memories, but secretly deletes her own memories, huh?How could he be a good person!

His throat squirmed, and Hinata Chuang said nervously: "Well, what I want to ask is what happened to the black world I saw just now. I remember that I should have been pressed on the operating table just now—"

"Yeah, I was screaming heart-piercingly, and I was already terrified when nothing happened." Angela's mouth curled up with an inexplicable arc: "So, I just saved you."

"Did you save me?!"

"Well, because you're calling for help, aren't you?"

Alas, did she really save herself?

Wait a minute, it seems that this is indeed the case. The self who was on the operating table one second now appears in this unknown library in the next second. No matter how you think about it, Angela, the host, pulls herself Come here.

But why did she save herself? Could it be that she is kind...

Impossible, if the guys in this program group were really good people who would lend a helping hand when they heard someone calling for help, they would never have held such a terrible game that treats human life as a toy from the very beginning!

Maybe it was a whim and I was going to use myself to do human experiments...

Looking at Hinata Chuang with a cloudy complexion, Angela smiled viciously: "What do you think of the self-propelled humanoid popcorn machine? It's the kind that can spit out popcorn from the stomach while walking on the road."

"—?!!"

Hinata Tsutomu's terrified expression seemed to have finally satisfied Angela's petty taste, and finally stopped embarrassing him: "Please don't worry, I'm just joking this time."

"The place you were just now is your spiritual world. As for what you saw, I probably don't need any more introduction."

"Simply put, So Hinata-san—you're dead."

Angela's tone was extremely light, as if what she was talking about was not about Hinata Chuang's life and death, but about tomorrow's breakfast: "Before the game starts, you are already dead."

"Because of the surgery, the personality of 'Hinata So' has been obliterated, replaced by the artificial hope 'God's outflow.'"

"Because you were invited to the show this time, we chose to temporarily restore your memory—that is, to erase the part of your memory about the outflow of the god seat, and restore the original 'Hinata Creation'."

"..."

So Hinata fell silent, in fact, he has already noticed this fact, since he has accepted the Hope Nurturing Plan, it is impossible for him to exist, who is still as sentimental but useless as before.