The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

Moreover, since we can't hear their true feelings now, it's hard to trust this person.

"Then add instant noodles. I'll definitely bring you back in two days. If I don't, I'll get needled by Illumi. This promise has a vow effect. How about it? We can get certified by a Nen user."

Nanmao verified: It's true, he really swore it.

Kusuo Saiki: Have you really stopped caring about your dignity as a human being? Being pricked by Illumi's needles is terrifying.

Good heavens, to actually make such a vicious oath.

Kusuo Saiki agreed.

Why bring the original body no matter what? Nanmao pretended to be a motionless robot cat while eavesdropping.

Nanmao: This guy is really annoying. Maybe I should show off my strength sometime and make this spider leave sooner. Ugh, this is so troublesome. Hmm? Why are there so many dishes all of a sudden? Didn't the main body already finish eating? Why did this guy named Kuroro order so much? Why are there three servings of pudding? There are only two people in total.

"Please enjoy your meal, Lord Kusuo!" The waiter who delivered the food smiled broadly, his eyes fixed on Saiki Kusuo.

The waiter immediately stood up straight, instantly drenched in sweat. He hadn't expected Wang to be watching! Oh no! Chest out, head up, stomach in… Right, there's one more customer!

The waiter bowed to Kuroro: "Sir, your meal is still being prepared, but the dessert is ready. Please wait a moment!"

Kuroro twirled the cup with his knife, seemingly amused. "Does the lord receive any special treatment?"

"Oh no, how could that be! No one specifically told Lord Kusuo that he was a lord! No one said he was a king... Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know, I don't know anything! I'll go clean the cabinet first!"

Nanmao: ...This idiot.

Kusuo Saiki completely ignored the scene and lowered his head to enjoy the pile of desserts in front of him.

Upon learning that they were about to go to a food wasteland, Kusuo Saiki ordered a bunch of desserts.

The teleportation point on the west side of the city was finally a normal gate.

Kusuo Saiki and Chrollo stood side by side in front of the door. Chrollo was carrying two bags in his hands. One bag contained desserts, and the other contained instant noodles or other fast food.

Nanmao: Wow, they've really made thorough preparations for these past two days. But, a food desert? They haven't skimped on food in any area, so which map is it...?

Nanmao observed from behind. The door gave him an ominous feeling, but having created so many realms over the years, he couldn't immediately recall what area this door led to.

Since he suddenly realized this more than a year ago, he has transformed a large part of the field.

He collected, packed up, and sealed away everything related to survival, horror, and evil religious themes.

The themes in these fields today all exist in ordinary society.

What should an ordinary person's life consist of? Playing in the mud, playing video games, rebelling, playing video games, studying, playing video games, dating, playing video games, working, playing video games...

His deduction proved to be absolutely correct.

Therefore, it shouldn't matter what happens, because all the areas he sets up are everyday occurrences in ordinary society!

Kuroro opened the door, which led to complete darkness. They had to walk straight in to explore the other area.

Kusuo Saiki and Kuroro walked in one after the other.

With the sound of metal clamps being fastened, Kusuo Saiki and Kuroro were each handcuffed.

"Time to go back to your cells after your exercise period," a very strong prison guard said from behind the two.

Kusuo Saiki: Give me an explanation, Kuroro. You can't be unaware of the situation here, can you?

Kuroro: "...I only heard a few words before I ran into trouble."

You've gone home. I've never had any plans to end up in jail in my entire life.

"Well, I didn't intend to go into a place like this either."

Are you ready to get poked by Illumi? He likes to poke heads, but he might poke faces too; I'll give you advice.

"...Don't worry about that too early. As long as there's a prison, you can escape."

How can I be at ease? I don't want a life with such a criminal record.

A prison guard slammed his baton against the iron gate: "What's all the noise about! You just said you wanted to escape, right? This guy's in solitary confinement for five days! The other one's in the women's cell!"

Okay, it's already been five days.

"Also, take away their instant noodles and other food items for inspection, and return them in ten days."

The desserts will be spoiled in ten days.

The prison guards were fierce and stern. They pressed down on Kuroro's shoulders, one on each side, trying to force him to lower his head and walk, but they found that no matter how hard they tried, he wouldn't budge.

Kuroro's eyes narrowed as he scanned the surrounding prison guards.

A battle seems imminent.

"Stop! Stop! Click!"

Nanmao secretly wiped her sweat from behind. Phew, she finally caught up.

Unexpectedly, it was the prison theme. The other 24 themes were all lighthearted and easy to complete. I kept the prison theme because I thought that prisons do exist in ordinary society.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Qi Mu, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Lu Xi Lu." The newcomer was a young man dressed casually, carrying a shoulder bag filled with various props. "What are you all standing there for? Quick, unlock your handcuffs!"

The two burly prison guards suddenly switched to apologetic mode: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! We'll untie it right away!"

Kusuo Saiki: ? The art style changed so quickly.

Kuroro pondered: Why would someone dressed like this appear in a prison? Their attire seems very approachable, and they're quite polite to us, but they speak to the prison guards in a commanding tone, as if they were in a superior position.

Nanmao: This person is still as annoying as ever. I'm calling you "sir" and you can't even overlook the little details?

"It was really our oversight. Usually, extras undergo at least an hour of training and sign a waiver before they can start acting..."

Kusuo Saiki: Why do extras need to sign a death warrant?

Kuroro: "Is this a staged scene? I thought it was a prison."

"Of course it's just a staged scene! Our Dark Continent game is all set up in a lighthearted and fun style! How could we really put people in prison? Come on, you two, let's go to the warden's office for some tea, or would you like to relax and chat while lying down? The infirmary and the single cells downstairs are both available today!"

Kusuo Saiki: What do you mean by "just happened to be available"? It has complete supporting facilities, doesn't it? It sounds like there are still many people living there, it's just like a real prison, isn't it?

The young man chuckled and pushed the two men out, saying, "Let's go to the warden's office first and then chat!"

The warden's office.

The recording equipment was not turned on, and there were mirrors, lights, and other equipment that were not placed properly. A group of staff members wearing hats were out of place in the whole scene, and two staff members were fixing a red cloth on a wall.

What are they doing? Are they here to take ID photos? Inside the warden's office? They don't need the final red cloth for a performance, do they?

On the sofa sat a girl dressed in prison clothes, with short hair and an inverted cross necklace. She was looking at a book and, without looking up, gestured, "Please sit down, both of you."

Kusuo Saiki calmly accepted the situation and sat down, while Kuroro remained standing in place.

Kusuo Saiki: What's wrong? Can't you accept that your fellow members are also part of this disaster?

Xiao Di lowered her head, her finger tracing over a line of words in the book, clearly reading along: "I am the director of this drama, and I'm going to talk to you about something... Oh, it's the troupe leader."

"What commander? Where is the commander! Director, hurry up and continue with your lines!" The dark creature youth said, patting Xiao Di's shoulder as he tried to cover for her, hoping she would continue to cooperate.

"My acting skills can't fool the captain," Xiao Di said sincerely, pushing up her glasses.

"Three years reduced sentence, no, five years!"

“I’m serving a life sentence. Even if it’s reduced by a few years, I’ll still escape.”

An awkward atmosphere immediately ensued. Should they continue pretending? Or should they stop? Everyone awaited the answer.

"Pfft," Kuroro suddenly laughed, "I never expected to meet Shizuku here. There are too many suspicious points since we came in. Shizuku, tell me the truth."

However, Xiao Di shook her head, "Although we can't fool the leader, we're now in different factions, so even if the leader says so, it won't work."

Kusuo Saiki: So, should we lie to this child or not?

"I couldn't fool the commander, so my sentence reduction was gone. But the commander taught me to be firm in my stance and to complete what I promised."

Will interviewing Kuroro now result in a celebrity's regretful statement?

"So I'll keep pretending, prison zh..."

The young man frantically shook his head, interrupting, "Don't worry about me, don't worry about me. You go first, read your thoughts, give your comments, chat with the two of you."

Was she just about to mention the warden?

"Oh." Xiao Di looked down and flipped through the book. After flipping through two pages, she suddenly flipped through two-thirds of the book.

"I've only read three minutes of the book, and I've realized that the director, screenwriter, and author all work very hard."

Can you tell if someone has worked hard in just three minutes?

"Directors need to yell at people, screenwriters need to stay up all night revising manuscripts, and authors who stare blankly at the computer for a long time are prone to back pain, eye pain, and tenosynovitis. All of these require a healthy body to support them."

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Why is the author staring blankly at the computer? Humans shouldn't maintain one position for too long. Is the author an idiot?

"The author of this book suffered from tenosynovitis for a short period of time."

"This book" doesn't refer to the current book, does it? And "the author of this book" doesn't refer to the author of the current book, does it?

"Although anyone can theoretically write a novel, she discovered a shocking deception: the human hand has its limits! If you write 10,000 words a day for more than five days, you will develop tenosynovitis!"

Then don't write so much! You even drew a conclusion about five days of experimentation? You could at least write less for any one day!

If anyone wants to take on the challenge of writing like the idiot author, remember to get up and move around every now and then, stretching your fingers to relax.

"Writing 10,000 words a day is not the end. After finishing a long chapter of a story in one go, you have to look back at it. Because you have already gone through a period of reflection and forgotten the previous plot, when you look at it again, the filter of writing it has disappeared."

"It's shocking that you'll find your writing is illogical garbage; words can actually turn into garbage."

Oh dear, this "dog poop" is probably a metaphor.

"So there will be a long period of revising the text and a period of recovery for my fingers afterward."

You can just post it directly; people don't usually read novels very carefully.

"Authors who like to write like this don't update regularly. They may appear to be updating daily, but they've actually run out of drafts. The next day, you'll see them posting their carefully crafted excuses in the author comments!"

I seem to have sensed danger. How many drafts does the author still have?

"Sending it directly is absolutely not an option either."

Segmentation is also an art.

Although the pen is in the author's hand