I really don't want to be reborn.

11:50.

By this time, there were quite a few more people behind them; if you count only the number that you can see, there were actually more than a hundred people.

In other words, more than a hundred people lined up at this store late at night.

Ms. Touma once again believes that Japan is a really strange country.

She looked around at the names of the games releasing that night, which only reinforced this idea.

Speaking of the games she already knows, whether it's "Brother Pants," "Artificial Sister," or "Gay Community Activities," they all make her frown and wonder what's wrong with this society.

Just then, a group of people who looked like photographers were preparing at a slightly distance away. Soon after, they started taking pictures of the group of otaku and fujoshi who were lining up.

—What's the point of filming these scenes of otaku queuing up?

"Oh, that one."

Gennosuke Miura, who had remained silent with a samurai-like demeanor, turned around and quietly introduced them to the two of them: "Those are reporters from a news magazine. After taking pictures of us, they will blur our faces and add some words to make it a news story."

What kind of characters are they usually?

"The battle-hardened warriors lining up to sell their wares late at night, or the bizarre bicycles speeding through the darkness—yes, my bicycle was featured on my personal website last time."

Kyosuke Kosaka stared at Miura silently, not understanding what this man was so proud of.

Seemingly because of Touma Kazusa's height and looks, and because she wasn't in the fujoshi (female fans of BL) group but in the otaku (male fans of otaku) group, the cameramen approached her, seemingly wanting to interview her.

The title was pretty much predictable—"Men are speechless and women are in tears! Why are beautiful girls queuing up late at night to buy adult games? Is it a lack of education or the decline of education?" To avoid such a thing and prevent old Sawamura from getting furious, Kousaka Kyosuke reached out and blocked the cameras.

Touma, who was being protected behind him, scoffed unhappily. She didn't need anyone to protect her. She had originally planned to steal their camera and smash it to cheer herself up.

"Sales will begin shortly, please wait a little longer!"

Everyone perked up and craned their necks.

Although the imagery isn't quite right, this metaphor from a Sendai exchange student is still quite apt.

"All I could see were the backs of a group of people, their necks stretched out long, like many ducks being held up by an invisible hand..."

"A very interesting statement."

Touma-san, who had originally wanted to crane her neck, glared at him resentfully.

Kyosuke shrugged: "Mr. Lu Xun was amazing!"

The staff continued through the loudspeaker: "And one more thing, the last train in Akihabara is the Sobu Line at 12:32, heading towards Chiba and Tsudanuma, and then at 12:38, heading towards Mitaka, followed by the Yamanote Line—"

"Please take special note if you are taking the tram home!"

The way the tram timetable is broadcast is very thoughtful, in order to prevent some customers from missing the last tram.

Then, the iron gate was opened.

When the iron gate is opened and the interior of the store is clearly visible, it is a truly spectacular sight.

Kyosuke Kosaka smiled subtly. Among them were far more items than his sister's treasure trove—piles of erotic games. For an otaku, nothing was more exciting than seeing this.

Then the queue disappeared, the order vanished, and everyone surged forward.

Nietzsche often talked about the abyss, but he also said that when everyone pretends to be simple and honest, everyone lowers their guard against others.

Just like now, everyone is a competitor.

Touma was startled by the scene and unconsciously tugged at his clothes.

From this perspective, her view on friendship isn't actually wrong.

Social interaction is often very cheap.

We live in overcrowded conditions, interfering with and blocking each other's way, and entangled with one another.

While she was lost in thought, someone slapped her head several times with a plastic game box, making a loud thud.

That was Kyosuke Kousaka teasing her: "Hey! Holding a game! What are you doing standing there like a goose?"

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The chapter titles are also adapted from Nietzsche's works.

Nietzsche was as brilliant as Lu Xun.

The third update is around 5 o'clock. I'm going to get some sleep now.

Reach out for a knife!

Chapter Forty-Eight: Spare their lives, let me do it.

Please check out here.

"Okay, miss."

Holding a hot drink, Kyosuke Kosaka gave a slightly flirtatious smile to the young waitress at the coffee shop that was still open late at night.

The waitress immediately got an erection... no, she immediately became incredibly energized.

Not only was she incredibly alert and full of energy, but she also blushed.

She stood up from her seat, feeling a little embarrassed about her earlier drowsiness: "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

He narrowed his eyes: "Please give my girlfriend a mint-flavored lollipop; she needs to sober up."

"Ok."

A cool and handsome high school boy wearing an expensive coat, with deep and affectionate eyes even in the dead of night—of course, this image, which often appears in female-oriented content, can only go so far.

Kyosuke suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Touma Kazusa who was yawning incessantly, and slowly uttered a single word: "Pay the bill."

Touma looked completely bewildered: "..."

Emmm...

The speed of this image change is unbelievable. Just a moment ago, he had a noble and aloof look, and now he has immediately turned into a gigolo who lives off women.

The waitress stopped smiling, or rather, her smile faded to almost nothing.

Kyosuke Kosaka keenly sensed the malice of the world from the change in the waitress's expression, and nonchalantly accepted the lollipop and handed it to Touma.

"……Thanks."

"You're welcome, it's your money anyway."

The two fell silent—there was a reason for this atmosphere, and for Kousaka Kyosuke's displeasure.

The reason was that the platform lights at Akihabara Station were turned off.

The last bus has long since left...

Taking a taxi is an option, but there aren't many taxis available at this time, and even fewer are soliciting passengers in Akihabara, a notorious place.

The culprit is Touma, Touma Kazusa!

She had been playfully fighting with him during the game sale, which delayed his return, so she now felt extremely apologetic.

"I'll have someone drive you home."

She prepared to call her mother's secretary, Miyoko Kudo.

"Need not."

"That……"

Kyosuke Kosaka waved his hand to interrupt her: "I think I have a car now."

Where did this car come from?

A Porsche pulled up in front of them, and Kyosuke Kosaka opened the door without even looking at it: "See, I told you we could get a taxi, eh..."

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of a mature woman in the driver's seat. She asked with surprise, "Kousaka, what are you doing here?"

Before he could speak, a handsome young man's face popped out from the passenger seat, looking surprised: "Touma-kun, what are you doing here?"

Kyosuke Kosaka turned to look at Kazusa Touma, who was frowning and silent, and then greeted the magazine editor he hadn't seen in a long time: "Mari-nee, I really didn't expect to run into you here. Is this your... Haruki-chan?"

"Yes, this is mine—oh dear, don't be so blunt, Kousaka."

He smiled at the handsome boy and said, "Hello, I'm Kyosuke Kosaka."

"Hello, Mr. Kousaka, you can just call me Kitahara."

Kazaoka Mari sneered: "Don't call him 'sir.' He's a second-year high school student, just like you."

"Oh, really? You look quite mature."

Kitahara turned his gaze to Touma Kazusa, who had remained silent, and said in a subtly complicated tone, "I actually saw Touma-san in Akihabara at dawn... It's like a dream."

Touma nodded: "Oh."

“You haven’t been to class since before the exam, and the file I was asked to give you has been at my house.”

Touma Kazusa frowned even more: "...I understand."

"It's okay, I'll send it to you another day."

Kitahara smiled and said, "But speaking of which... it really has been a long time since we last spoke."

She stared at the boy intently for a long time, scrutinizing him so closely that Kazaoka Mari gritted her teeth in jealousy, before slowly uttering, "Excuse me, who are you... again?"

Kitahara's warm smile froze in the cold wind blowing in through the car window: "..."

…………

"Puff puff……"

"Go ahead and laugh. I actually want to laugh too."

"The look on your boyfriend's face just now will probably make me laugh for half a month. Are you sending him back to Tokyo?"

"Well, if you hadn't brought him back, you wouldn't have been so lucky to run into me, let alone hitch a ride."

Kazaoka Mari glared at him: "So you're not allowed to make fun of Haruki anymore. You should thank him."

Kyosuke Kosaka smiled ungratefully and didn't continue the previous topic.

He doesn't like Kitahara Haruki.

why?