Shirou's clones number 30 million

"In that case, let's call the police."

"Would calling the police be of any use? She didn't do anything too serious; at most, the police would just give her a few words of criticism."

"Then notify her parents and have them strictly discipline her."

"It's a pity that she has no parents, only a twin sister. And her sister obeys her every word, just like a pet dog."

"I see."

Nobuhiko Shirasawa nodded slightly, quickly conjuring up an image of an orphan, lawless, and reckless individual.

Such girls, though beautiful, are indeed intimidating to many.

"So what do you plan to do? We can't just let her stand at our door forever, can we?"

Shirou Hakuzawa activated his Observation Haki and glanced at the situation at the doorway.

She was still standing straight at the door.

"Don't worry about her, she'll leave on her own in a little while."

As he spoke, Shirou Shiro's mind stirred slightly, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky, growing heavier and heavier.

Why do I suddenly feel a little cold?

Shirasawa Nobuhiko got up, walked to the door, and unconsciously let out a surprised "Eh."

"It's snowing! It's unbelievable that it snows at this time of year!"

It's clearly unusual for it to suddenly snow in the middle of summer.

"You did this?" Shirazawa Nobuhiko frowned slightly and turned to look at Shirou.

"How is that possible? How could I possibly do something so outrageous?"

Shirou Hakuzawa paused for a moment, then continued:

"However, this snow came at just the right time. With such heavy snow, I don't believe she can stand at the door."

……

"It's so cold!"

The weather was initially very hot, and although it was late, there was still a hint of heat in the air.

However, in the blink of an eye, heavy snow began to fall, and the fluffy snowflakes quickly accumulated into a thin layer on the ground.

Ryoko Otonashi, wearing only a school uniform skirt and black tights, stood at the door, shivering from the cold.

The exposed skin, such as the face and hands, quickly turned red from the cold.

The thin layer of black stockings on the legs is more for aesthetics than for warmth, and serves almost no purpose in heavy snow.

After hesitating for a long time between turning away and continuing to wait, she ultimately did nothing and remained standing in the same spot.

Without memories, not knowing who I am, if everything in the notebook is a lie, then... where should I go from here?

Before I knew it, the snow had covered the soles of my shoes, my body was freezing cold, and my consciousness was gradually fading.

In a daze, the wrought iron gate slowly opened, and the boy who had given her the novel earlier walked over with a helpless expression.

"I never expected you to pull that 'White Gate Stands in the Snow' trick. You win, Enoshima Junko."

The next moment, she completely lost consciousness.

After an unknown amount of time, Ryoko Otonashi regained consciousness.

Before me was an unfamiliar ceiling, and next to me was the boy, draped in a blanket.

"Here, have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up first."

"Thank you."

Ryoko Otonashi took the black tea, took a small sip, and then asked in a low voice:

"Um, why do you hate me?"

"You've already read the light novel, haven't you? If that's the case, then you should know that it's not unreasonable for me to hate you, right?"

“I…I am not Enoshima Junko.”

"I have no intention of arguing with you about personality and memory. You're willing to risk being frozen unconscious just to wait there. What exactly do you want? What is your purpose?"

“I don’t know.” Ryoko Otonashi shook her head unconsciously. “I have no memories of the past, I don’t know who I am, and I don’t know whether I should believe the contents of the notebook or your light novel.”

"That's right, you should suspect everyone, since you have no memory."

Shirou Hakuzawa paused, then sighed:

“I don’t hate you, but you are not an independent personality, nor are you even in a normal state of amnesia. You are just a deliberate illusion created by Enoshima Junko.”

"If you've read light novels, you should know that as time goes by, you will gradually regain your memories and revert to your original personality."

Seeing Shirou Shirazawa suddenly turn around, and assuming he was about to leave, Ryoko Otonashi instinctively grabbed his sleeve and whispered but firmly:

"I am not Enoshima Junko."

"Even if you insist, it's pointless. The contents of the notebook are just Junko Enoshima's random fantasies; reality is in the light novels."

Shirou Shiro paused for a moment and shook his head slightly:

"That's not quite right. The content in light novels is another future that hasn't happened yet and won't happen."

"But in light novels, every character's setting and personality are exactly the same as in reality."

At this point, Shiro suddenly noticed that she had loosened her clothes and was hugging her knees, sobbing softly.

Shirou Shirou looked at her quietly for a long time, then sighed deeply.

"Whether it's 'Standing in the Snow at the White Gate' or 'Tears Falling Like Rain,' they both hit my weak spot. You win, Enoshima Junko."

"I am not Enoshima Junko."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"Your persistence is pointless. You might wake up tomorrow morning and revert to your original personality."

"I don't know if I should believe you."

"Believe it or not, I've said all I can say. Now, I'll take you back."

“That’s not my home, I don’t want to go back.”

"Oh...where would you like to go?"

"I don't know. If I could, I'd like to go to Ryoko Otonashi's house instead of Junko Enoshima's house."

"Otonashi Ryoko is Enoshima Junko. To be honest, Otonashi Ryoko's house doesn't even exist in the world."

Perhaps those words were too hurtful, for tears streamed down her face again, and her sobs grew louder.

"Sigh... In the end, you're still one step ahead, Enoshima Junko." Shirou Shirasawa sighed helplessly. "Tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"I do not know."

Ryoko Otonashi buried her head in her knees, her voice choked with sobs, and she could only cry softly.

"Also, I am not Enoshima Junko."

Shirou Shirazawa was utterly exasperated. After losing her memory, Junko Enoshima had turned into such a troublesome woman, which was truly a headache.

Perhaps, if she had grown up in a normal environment, she would have this kind of personality.

In that instant, a thought suddenly flashed through Shirou Shiro's mind.

Got it!

"In that case, I'll make an exception and help you this once."

"The operation plan is called the Virtual Personality Growth Plan."

"I will help you improve your soul power and willpower, and help you become independent."

“In that case, you are the real Ryoko Otonashi, and also Junko Enoshima’s other personality.”

"As for who will take control of Enoshima Junko's body after she awakens, you can discuss that yourselves."

Chapter 577 Please remember, our country practices monogamy.

Chapter 577, Section 578: Please remember, our country practices monogamy.

What was that just now?

As Ryoko Otonashi watched Shirou Shirazawa's hand slowly reach towards her forehead, she instinctively tried to back away, but for some reason, her body was completely unable to move.

At the same time, in a daze, I seemed to see a majestic phantom on him.

Amidst the endless azure light, a voice rang out.

"All right."

"Huh...?"

Coming to her senses, Ryoko Otonashi unconsciously looked down and peered around.

"It doesn't seem like anything has changed?"

“The change is internal, not external, so it’s naturally invisible.” Shirou Shiro looked her up and down and nodded slightly. “From now on, you are a normal personality. Junko Enoshima is sleeping inside you, and even if she wakes up, you will not disappear.”

"It doesn't feel real..."

"Once she wakes up inside you, you'll feel it. It's very late today, you should go home and rest."

That's not my home...

"...?"

Shiro looked at her, puzzled, and said as he thought:

"No matter how unwilling you are to go back, that is still your residence."

"You have nowhere else to go but there."

"You can't exactly sleep on the streets, or you might as well stay at my house, can you?"