Shirou's clones number 30 million

"The research hasn't made much progress, your side is still faster," Hasegawa Shirou said with a smile. "Then I'll just wait without any expectations, and hope you can travel through time soon."

"Don't worry, I'll definitely be able to travel through time! With Xiuer's luck on my side and destiny in my hands, who needs to make a wish?"

Hearing Kurokawa Shirou mention Schicksal, even Aizen, who initially thought he was unreliable, felt there was a great chance and chimed in:

"In that case, I want a mirror that can see every corner of the world."

"Wow...! You want to become a voyeur? Fine, I've got it. Waiting for my time travel..."

"I think you should stop saying you'll be waiting for me to time travel. The more you say it, the more uneasy I feel," Kitahara Shirou interjected, somewhat speechless.

Kurokawa Shiro suddenly stopped writing and pondered for a moment:

"That's true, then let's put it another way: wait until my wish comes true..."

"Let's discuss the game first. If the game is re-released and no one cares about it, the opportunity to travel through time might shift to another game."

"Hmm...that makes sense. How about I hypnotize the whole world at the same time and make this game a game for everyone?"

"Such a massive project, how much magic power would it require? Can it be sustained?"

"That is indeed a problem."

Seeing this, Shirou Sakurai slowly spoke:

"That's not a problem. As long as you spend enough money, even a piece of junk can become a hit."

"Isn't this the story of the Emperor's New Clothes?"

"As long as there is only one voice in the world, and everyone thinks it is a super popular game, even if a few individuals question it, it won't cause any waves."

"By the way, I need a resurrection item, the kind that can revive people who died decades ago."

“That makes sense. Publicity is really important. I understand.” Kurokawa Shirou nodded slightly. “Also, I’ve noted down the items you requested.”

"Thank you. If you're not confident in running a company and promoting games, you can call me over."

"Huh...? But aren't you only allowed to stay in other worlds for five minutes at a time?"

"That's enough. I'll plan ahead, and then I just need to use hypnosis to implant the memories into the relevant people."

"Then trouble you."

Shiro Kurokawa thought about it and realized that he did indeed need help in this regard.

Even if you gain access to all his memories, it will never be the same as experiencing it firsthand.

"What about the others? Is there anything else they want?"

"Can all of these things be converted?"

"Don't worry, just in case, I'll tie Suzuki Satoru to the side. As long as he can travel through time, I can too."

"Is this really okay? What if Suzuki Satoru's protagonist aura changes? You've already failed once."

"Well......"

Shiro Kurokawa fell into deep thought. Indeed, this was not foolproof.

Even with Suzuki Satoru and the double insurance of my skill destiny, what if I still fail to travel through time?

"How about we acquire all the top-ranked and popular game companies?"

"After that, for a short period of time, the only game on the market was the one I played."

"Although the exact time of the time travel is uncertain, it will likely be within the next month or two."

"It shouldn't be difficult to make only one game become a hit in such a short time."

Of course, there are risks involved.

For example, a small game that not many people play was chosen as the target for time travel.

Even single-player games might be selected.

However, there's nothing that can be done about it. After all, what in this world is absolutely guaranteed to succeed?

Even if you "convince" the world's authorities to ban games, it won't stop people from still having single-player games in their homes.

Even if powerful magic were used to ban all games on the entire planet, it wouldn't guarantee that the method of selecting people for time travel wouldn't change.

"Isn't this still a gamble?" Kitahara Shirou said with a smile.

"Well... I admit there's an element of gambling involved, but I'm willing to take that risk."

Chapter 315 Where Did You Hear the Rumor?

Chapter 315, Section 316: Where did you hear this rumor?

"Are you back?"

After leaving the white mist space and returning to his own world, Kurokawa Shirou woke up in the cold grass under the overpass. He was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses.

Although we are in the same place, everything is different now.

I am no longer a clumsy magician, nor a penniless debtor, but a big shot who spans multiple worlds.

"Multiple Shadow Clone Technique!"

In the next instant, hundreds of Shirou Kurokawa's figures appeared under the overpass.

"Go to the game company, go to the president's house, go to the Metropolitan Police Department, go to the loan company..."

Soon, only Shiro Kurokawa remained under the overpass.

"Although I was being chased and running around, the only people chasing me were the police and those yakuza members. It seems that no arrest warrant was issued on TV."

"In that case, as long as we take care of those key figures, we should be safe."

"...No! I've used hypnosis and suggestion too frequently before, but the Metropolitan Police Department isn't quite comfortable with it yet."

Thinking of this, Kurokawa Shiro created over a hundred more shadow clones.

"I'm going to the official residence."

"I'm going to the Ministry of National Defense."

"I'm going to the Ministry of Education."

After seeing off the second batch of shadow clones, Kurokawa Shirou slowly left the area under the overpass.

My goal is to travel to another world, so everything in reality is irrelevant, and I can use any method that doesn't consider the consequences.

If the entire nation were to spare no expense in developing a game, the goal could be achieved in the shortest possible time.

"I don't know when the time travel point will arrive. What if tonight is the original time travel point... Anyway, let's get the game [World Tree] back online as soon as possible."

Lost in thought, Shiro Kurokawa had already entered a high-end restaurant.

Because of her shabby clothes and dirty appearance, the waiter instinctively wanted to come over and kick her out, but neither her professional ethics nor the restaurant's rules made it difficult for her to utter any vulgar words.

"Welcome, would you like to dine, sir?"

"Okay, take me to a private room."

"Yes, please follow me."

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't in the lobby, which would minimize the impact.

"Give me one of each of these."

"Yes, sir, the food you ordered totals 34,200 yuan. Um... could you please prove your ability to pay? I need to explain to the manager."

"can."

Shiro Kurokawa opened his personal credit terminal, and as expected, the number was no longer a bright red negative number, but a positive number that kept increasing every few seconds.

[Pay 34,200 yuan.]

Upon hearing the payment success notification, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the customer was just an ordinary, unkempt person, not a beggar trying to dine and dash.

That's true. In this day and age, where can beggars even survive?

"Thank you very much for your understanding. Please wait a moment, your food will be here shortly."

About a minute later, the cold dishes were served first.

……

Satoru Suzuki is obsessed with a game called [Etrian Odyssey], and he enters the game world every day after get off work.

Although World Tree has long lost its original popularity and the number of guild members has been decreasing, a few game friends still occasionally log on.

However, a few months ago, a super-spending player suddenly appeared in the game.

They spend a fortune on the game, maliciously inflating prices to buy in-game items, and resorting to theft and robbery if things don't go their way.

Such actions naturally aroused public anger.

Several major guilds, including Ainz Ooal Gown, joined forces to besiege that one super-whale player.

However, the other side had spent too much money, and with some other tactics, someone betrayed them during each attack, eventually turning into a chaotic battle that ended with that guy's victory.

Such a game, which has completely lost its balance, naturally saw its already small player base dwindle further, eventually leading to its demise.

Two days ago, on the night the game shut down, Suzuki Satoru waited in the guild with his Momonga character until the server closed, chatting casually with his in-game friends.

Although they agreed to meet again in other games in the future, he actually knew that with age and real-life troubles, the possibility of meeting again in the next game was basically zero.

In the past two days, Suzuki Satoru tried to find other similar games to play, but he had no interest in playing them at all. He just sat at home blankly.

"Sigh... what am I thinking?"

While I was deep in thought, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the door.

After listening for a while without realizing it, he vaguely understood that someone had moved to the other side.

He didn't care about it at all.

In today's indifferent society, there is no need for any communication, even between neighbors.

For example, he had absolutely no contact with the people who originally lived in the apartment across the street.

Soon, the noise outside the door stopped, and then there was a knocking sound.

How could that be?