I really don't want to have a girlfriend.

"Sure, if your confession just now was serious, and you like me so much that you want to be with me forever, I don't mind trying to persuade Ayaha for your sake... Oh wait, I don't think I need to do that for you, you perverted senior."

"Who are you calling a pervert!"

"Who said I'm scum!"

"Slut!"

"Scumbag!"

The childish argument didn't last long, just as someone couldn't bear to watch the cubs fighting. In the blink of an eye, the Ferris wheel cabin and the night sky outside the window quickly turned into a deep black, and the black hole-like space surrounded the two of them.

"This is……"

Tenkuji Yuu and Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped arguing and unconsciously stood shoulder to shoulder, frowning as they looked around at the abruptly changed environment.

Then he turned his head, and his gaze met hers.

Perhaps because they've been acting as boyfriend and girlfriend for so long and haven't completely broken out of character yet—their hands are pressed together, and the slightest movement could cause a clipping scene.

If it weren't for the fact that you can't touch the other person's physical form while in ghost form, you might have instinctively started holding hands by now, right?

Noticing this, they all awkwardly turned their gaze away and drifted a distance to the side.

To be honest, neither of them were the kind of naive and introverted young men who were shy. They had almost kissed just now, and even if they had done those things in real life, this little bit of awkwardness wouldn't make the atmosphere strange or ambiguous.

So Tenkuji Yu quickly adjusted her mindset, and looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha with a natural expression. Just as she was about to say something, the blue system window that she had seen not long ago suddenly lit up in front of her.

Their eyes were drawn to the same spot, where a row of familiar black text first appeared.

Chapter Three: Farewell.

This should signify the end of Chapter Three.

Instead of the title of Chapter Four appearing, a 4K high-definition video clip appeared—

Inside the dimly lit Ferris wheel cabin, the night outside the window was magnificent, with colorful fireworks vying to illuminate the pure and beautiful black curtain.

The handsome young man had his head down, his hands clenched into fists on his knees. He seemed to be suppressing some kind of emotion. His lips were almost bleeding from being bitten, but he still struggled to say something to the black-haired girl opposite him. His profile, covered in shadow, was full of pain.

The girl stared wide-eyed, her expression shifting from astonishment to bewilderment. Then, she forced a smile and asked a few questions with a lingering hope, like a stray dog ​​begging for a treat in the winter.

After receiving his reply, which sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat, a dry laugh that was even more unsightly than crying slowly twisted. He clearly wanted to say something, but no matter how many times he opened his mouth, he could only let out a muffled groan.

Gradually, she clenched her trembling teeth, and deep resentment, grievance, and disbelief erupted from her watery eyes. Her wrinkled and no longer beautiful face was filled with disappointment and sorrow. Her raised hand looked as if she wanted to smash the head of the boy who was bowing his head in confession on the spot.

But in the end, she let her arms fall limply, as if all her strength had left her, and the expression on her face completely vanished.

She didn't shed tears or cry out; she just sat blankly in the chair, staring at the endlessly falling, pitch-black night sky.

The fireworks, though burned out, could never add color to that pale little face.

The cabin landed, and the girl left the Ferris wheel without saying a word, then hailed a taxi and left.

The boy simply followed silently behind her until she and the car's taillights were out of sight, then he turned around and walked alone down the opposite road.

Neither of them looked at each other, but facing the same deep, dark night, they silently spoke of their love that ultimately failed to sprout and grow:

"Never to see you again."

The video cuts off here, but the system window doesn't disappear; it just stands there like a water curtain.

After watching the video quietly, no extra expression appeared on his face—for someone who had gone through trials, this level of development was nothing new.

"This must be the trajectory of the original timeline," he calmly commented. "Like me, you chose to take me on the Ferris wheel when the fireworks were going off, at the most romantic moment. But unlike me, you weren't gentle. You not only cruelly rejected my confession, but also told me about getting your junior pregnant, delivering the final and cruelest blow."

"Where's the gentleness in your scumbag plan? You're both scumbags... No, you're the same person." Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't bother to refute that the person in the picture wasn't her. Her eyes were as calm and rational as an observer's. She continued, "My mission was to successfully confess to you. That's probably the last wish of 'that me,' right? Even knowing it's just a possibility, I still want to make up for the regret left after the heartbreak."

She sighed, seemingly empathizing with the situation: "It's so pathetic to be stuck with such a scumbag man."

Tenkuji Yu glanced at her sideways, pursed his lips without commenting, and instead began to talk about his own situation:

"My task is to politely decline your confession and be honest about what I did... It seems she has different expectations of you and me."

"Isn't this an obvious conflict?" Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but frown. "You want me to confess successfully, and you want me to politely reject my confession. Normally, only one person can complete the task, right?"

“Indeed…” Tenkuji Yuuya also sensed something was wrong, and his expression darkened slightly. “You should also have a penalty for failure, right? It’s a ‘shackle’ that we’re supposed to genuinely play the role of boyfriend and girlfriend without the other person finding out.”

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded and looked at him intently: "If I fail, I will be stripped of my writing skills."

"I have lost the opportunity to pursue the truth."

Their eyes met in mid-air, their expressions both somewhat solemn, and similar questions simultaneously surfaced in their minds—

"What exactly is that guy's (me) purpose?"

Just then.

A new title finally appeared on the light blue system window.

[Chapter Four - About how, a few days after being betrayed by the one I loved, I suddenly heard the news of his death. Before I could even handle his funeral arrangements, I had to help his sister prepare the bodies of his fiancée and her unborn child. Not long after, I discovered that his sister had committed suicide.]

"..."

As if someone had pressed the mute button, silence descended abruptly into the black space.

Then, two voices of complaint rang out simultaneously.

"This is way too long! Are you trying to drive people with OCD crazy by not following the first two words at a time?!"

"Even though it uses the format of a light novel title, isn't the content just too terrible?! Forget about whether it can become a bestseller, this kind of thing probably won't even pass the censorship!"

Chapter 119 It's not that I'm bad at the game, it's just that my boyfriend has a cheat code.

Of course, despite the criticism, the title itself carries a great deal of information...

Or rather, it basically tells the whole story of what happened in Chapter Four, right?

Before Tenkuji Yu and the others could ponder this further, the title slowly faded, and then a voice suddenly rang out, echoing in this dark space where even air seemed to be nonexistent.

"Can you two hear me?"

"Ahem, the events in Chapter Four were too horrific, so I won't let you see them for yourselves... I don't want to relive those scenes again."

The two instinctively looked up, surprised, at the source of the "Voice of Heaven"—right above them, in the darkness that seemed to have nothing there.

Soon, Kasumigaoka Utaha coldly shouted upwards, "Are you the adult version of me? We have a lot of questions that need your answers. Where are you right now?"

After the words were spoken, there was a silence of two or three seconds before a reply came from above.

"Don't be in such a hurry, I'm still a minor."

A mature and charming voice, tinged with amusement, said slowly, "Before discussing my purpose, why don't you share your thoughts on your date with Youyou-jun? His gentleness and mischievousness always make my heart flutter, no matter when or where. You must have been moved by him several times, right?"

"Can you stop spouting this baseless nonsense?" Kasumigaoka Utaha was about to kick in frustration again. She didn't look at Tenkuji Yu beside her, but glared angrily at the endless darkness above. "I'm not interested in your past. We've dragged this out long enough. It's time to tell us what we want to know, isn't it?"

After another subtle pause, "Voice of Heaven" replied: "I guess you're eager for me to enter the solution chapter, aren't you? But unfortunately, the consciousness I left in the notebook has completely dissipated; this was just a premonition."

"So no matter how anxious you are, it's no use. Please calm down and listen to what I have to say."

Kasumigaoka Utaha couldn't help but click her tongue: "Who would believe that..."

"No, that's actually possible."

Beside her, Tenkuji Yu crossed her arms, frowning thoughtfully: "In fact, when she deliberately kicked you in at the entrance and left me behind to explain things, she told me that her consciousness would completely dissipate after we came in... She shouldn't have needed to lie to me about something like this."

"You talk as if you know her very well. Maybe she's watching us like we're monkeys right now."

Kasumigaoka Utaha gave him a disgruntled look, but didn't press him further, seemingly accepting his explanation.

Tenkuji Yu was speechless: "A dying person's words are often the best. Besides, we have no other choice but to believe her, do we?"

"...Yes, what can we do? We're just ordinary human beings."

As her expression gradually softened, Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed helplessly, lightly tapping her elbow with her finger, and calmly waited for the other person to speak.

The timing of the pauses seemed to be calculated, and just a few seconds later, the "Voice of Heaven" rang out again as expected.

"First, let's recall Chapter Four, which is the last chapter."

The adult version of Kasumigaoka Utaha began her commentary.

"As you all saw at the end of Chapter 3, without Yoyo-kun making that exaggerated declaration (laughs) and taking any action, the two of us completely broke up—anyway, I was determined never to see him again, and I deleted all his contact information when I got back. When someone asked if we had a fight, I told them all about our fake relationship before, and spent a period of self-destruction, burying myself in writing a bunch of youth-themed melodrama."

"The last news I heard about him was his death... The cause of death was that he was dragged to commit suicide, or rather, he was forced to die for love."

Seemingly matching the two's astonished expressions, "Heavenly Voice" sighed with a wry smile.

"I won't mention her name, but she's a shoujo novelist like me, and she also has an unusual, ambiguous relationship with this popular jerk. However, she knows about our fake relationship, but she doesn't really want to have Yu-Yu all to herself. She just occasionally comes to his house to sleep, write novels, and argue with other people..."

"No one could have imagined that after Youyou told her 'that thing,' she would be so agitated that she jumped off the thirtieth floor, taking Youyou with her when he tried to save her."

In the silent, deep black space, only her lonely voice spread out like ripples.

"I was probably the third person to receive this news. I didn't even have time to grieve. Fearing that his fiancée's younger sister, who was unusually fragile, might do something rash, I immediately started looking for her everywhere, but I couldn't find her anywhere. In the end, I received the notification from the hospital..."

"She went to see you, who was no longer human, and ignored the medical staff's attempts to stop her. She held your hand and committed suicide beside you."

"Of course a baby under five months old wouldn't survive, but a family of three who weren't married died together. Just thinking about that scene makes me nauseous; it's not heartwarming at all."

Her sigh ended, but her tone was surprisingly calm.

That might be something that happened a long time ago for Kasumigaoka Utaha after she grew up.

The wounds left behind have long since healed, and the sad, cruel, and painful things have been washed away by time and will never be recalled again. Yet, a piercing pain spreads throughout the body.

Even so, I still don't want to face it when I can avoid it.

Human nature is such that it is both strong and weak; no one can be as invincible as a robot.

Even though he had witnessed the "end of blood" many times from Sora, Tenkuji Yu couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"What a human tragedy... Why is it that in other worlds, I can never have a peaceful end?"

And every time he dies, he drags other girls down with him... At the very least, his lovely, devoted, and stubborn younger sister is planning to go with him.

Therefore, it's not enough to just handle the emotional entanglements in Shenzhou; you also need to be constantly aware of your own safety. In the event of a life-threatening crisis, you must first consider the terrible consequences if your family were to lose you…

We cannot sacrifice ourselves lightly, we cannot become heroes, and we cannot recklessly take risks for anyone other than our sister.

On the surface, Yuu Tenkuji remained calm, but in his heart he reminded himself again—when it comes to love, things like houses, cars, and the cost of baby formula for future children don't matter; his life is the most important thing!

In comparison, Kasumigaoka Utaha's expression was not very good.

Her empathy seemed exceptionally strong; just hearing and imagining such horrific scenes, and realizing that "she" had once been a part of it, brought a wave of nausea and bitterness to her throat, leaving her unable to utter a word as she covered her mouth.

"Don't overthink it, it's none of our business."