The comments section all think I'm a really good person.

This outcome, which felt like a cruel joke, pierced through her previous unease caused by her desperate gamble.

How could she not be frustrated?

It seems we can only take it slow and find another way that won't be cut off by the world's consciousness...

Kita Kirihara's loss of control was only temporary, and it wasn't enough to make him feel desperate after just this one incident.

She calmed herself down and tried to hide her frustration.

We cannot let this one experience make us feel hopeless.

If even she starts to despair, what should we do next?

Kita Kirihara knew very well that he could try many more times.

If it doesn't work this time, then try again next time.

If this playthrough doesn't work, then try the next one.

She would not give up until her soul burned out, until she was completely gone...

Having made this decision, Kita Kirihara's gaze hardened once more.

From the moment she suppressed her sobs to the moment she calmed down, only a few minutes had passed.

She was wide awake, and it was time for her to go live.

So she carefully tried to get out of bed to prepare breakfast for Saki.

She turned her head slightly, only to meet Saki Koizumi's worried gaze.

Kita Kirihara was startled. There were still some tears on his eyelashes, and the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red and messy—he looked like he had been crying.

"Ahara?" Koizumi Saki was very nervous. She was lying face to face with Kitagiri Haru, and couldn't help but shift a couple of times in the blankets, moving closer to Kitagiri Haru, and asked with concern, "Why... are you crying?"

Kita Kirihara wiped his eyes a couple of times, then put on a smile that looked no different from usual, and reassured him, "It's okay, my eyes were just a little dry when I woke up this morning, and they started to tear up when the wind blew a little."

“…I thought you were having a nightmare,” Saki Koizumi muttered. “You seem to be feeling better today.”

The first thing she did upon opening her eyes was to check on Kita Kirihara's condition, and found that he was much better than yesterday.

At the current pace, if he rests normally at home, his health should gradually improve.

Koizumi Saki breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help thinking about what she had dreamed about last night.

It felt like a nightmare.

Ah Yuan has disappeared, and I can't find him anywhere—such a terrifying nightmare.

Those things faded from her mind, leaving only faint imprints that vaguely made Saki Koizumi feel uneasy.

She tugged at Kita Kirihara, who was trying to get up, preventing him from leaving the bed.

Kita Kirihara knew that Koizumi Saki wanted to talk to him about something.

"I...had a nightmare." Koizumi Saki stammered, clutching Kita Kirihara's pajamas, unwilling to let go, almost greedily inhaling his scent to calm herself. "A nightmare about Kirihara disappearing..."

As she spoke, she hugged Kita Kirihara tightly, unwilling to let go: "...Could you stay with me a little longer?"

Seeing this, Kita Kirihara reluctantly agreed.

Saki loves to act cute, and it's normal for her to feel uneasy after having that kind of "dream."

Stickers are a sign of good manners!

Give me more raw spring sugar! More, more!

[Waaaaah, more candy!]

In the altered perception of the world consciousness, just "last night," Koizumi Saki finally received help from the Voice of the World, replenishing her lost vitality and successfully prolonging Kita Kirihara's life.

Therefore, Kita Kirihara looks much better today than before.

However, Koizumi Saki may still be haunted by the near loss of Kita Kirihara, which is why she hugged her so tightly the next day.

In reality, Saki Koizumi was panicking because of that "dream" that had become so blurry that she could no longer remember it.

How could there be a world where A-Yuan is completely lost?

If such a world existed, I certainly wouldn't dare to go there.

After all, without A-Yuan, she absolutely couldn't manage on her own.

Just thinking about it is terrifying.

Even if there is such a thing as freedom in that world, she would never go down that path if A-Yuan wasn't there.

Just like the other version of herself in her dream.

Although they seem unrestrained and willful, but...

It was also very painful.

Where A-Yuan isn't, it must be the most terrifying infernal hell in the world.

Thinking this, Koizumi Saki buried her head in Kita Kirihara's arms, snuggling against his soft scent, almost clinging to him like a sloth.

She will not leave Ayuan.

It's something terrifying just to think about; I could never do it.

Even when there was no other way, she still didn't have the courage.

Saki Koizumi thought so.

As she pondered this, the previously silent voice of the world in her mind seemed to transmit a wave of "gratification."

The fluctuation was so strange that it only flashed through her mind and Koizumi Saki didn't fully grasp it.

While the two were still lazing in bed—

—In a corner unknown to anyone, another pair of crimson eyes opened.

Awakening from a long slumber, the soul is not fully repaired.

So much so that his eyes were as clear as those of a three-year-old child.

206. Just to save the world

It was a chaotic, hazy sky, with a scorching red light emanating from the distant horizon, and a chilling killing intent pressing down on it.

The earth trembled, and beneath my feet lay dried blood, clinging to the mangled flesh.

The mournful wails still echoed in my ears. My parents and relatives had been turned into lifeless chunks of flesh and charred remains. The nauseating stench kept seeping into my nostrils, and it seemed as if maggots were crawling on my feet.

Whispers of disgust came from beyond the world.

The girl, covered in wounds and unrecognizable, leaned against a corner of the broken wall, her mother's corpse lying heavily on her body. Her eyes were highly decomposed, dripping with sticky fluid, no longer the familiar sight she remembered.

She didn't have the strength to crawl out of the embrace that had saved her, nor the strength to drag her body through the sea of ​​fire in search of survival.

Only death.

There was nothing left in her brain; it was as if maggots had gnawed away at her brain marrow.

His breath was so faint that it wasn't fundamentally different from that of a dead person.

She was alive, but she had already begun to rot.

Just as she was on the verge of death, the girl heard—

—The Voice of the World.

A deep, resonant call.

"Ugh...!" The girl woke up from her nightmare, sweating profusely and clutching her head, her breathing rapid and disordered.

After a long while, she finally recovered from the nightmare of her first encounter with the Voice of the World, and touched her chest.

It was only at this moment that I noticed something seemed wrong with my body.

These syringes and tubing... are such a nuisance.

Wrapped and bound with cold and terrifying objects, inside this translucent glass jar, I felt like a corpse in a coffin.

What's going on here?

Chise was confused. She found that her limbs were thin and sickly, like skin and bones, and it took a lot of effort just to pull these tubes out of her body.

She was slightly out of breath.

His body was extremely fragile, and he had almost no physical strength.

My abilities are temporarily unusable, but thankfully I'm still alive, my blood is still flowing, and I'm still breathing.

What's going on in this life...?

She tried hard to recall.

The memories of the past were far too long, and she herself was the type who was determined to remember the bonds of each lifetime and cherish her friends. Therefore, the overwhelming amount of information and abilities overwhelmed her soul...

In this cramped safe room, using the computer at hand... I think that's what it's called?

She learned that it was now the so-called 21st century.

It has been about six hundred years since the last reincarnation in my memory.

"...As expected, this kind of problem will occur." Chise scratched her hair; her hair, which was long enough to cover an entire floor, was really hindering her movements.

Every time she tried to move, she would be pulled back by her hair, which was heavier than her whole body.

He had no choice but to use his telekinetic powers to swiftly cut it off while simultaneously searching through the fragments of memories from the past six hundred years in his mind, and checking his current physical condition.

She had wanted to sit cross-legged in the recovery chamber, but her body wouldn't cooperate, so she had to give up.

Congenital defects, weak vitality, muscle atrophy, severe malnutrition, lower limb paralysis... this is a truly hellish start.

...Wait a minute, why does the Core of the Mind seem to have been repaired?

When she examined her body, she suddenly discovered the problem and was horrified.

It wasn't just repaired; a large chunk was missing. It looked like it had been smashed to pieces; the repaired cracks were truly shocking.

No wonder I felt something was off when I woke up, and my head was all jumbled up. So that's why...

...Oh no, does that mean I almost became an idiot?!