Another string reel from Bandoli

The silver-purple-haired girl in front of him had a cold and grim look that was quite chilling.

She seemed to be thinking about something.

"Well, be careful next time."

I don't think he's an easy person to get along with...

"...the one behind you..." The girl with silver-purple hair had a very long reaction time and looked panicked, as if she was frightened.

Ugh?

"...It's nothing, sorry, please move aside." The silver-purple girl hesitated to speak, then walked behind her, pretending not to care, and her fingertips brushed across the air that Chihaya Aine was holding.

Sure enough...it really exists in this world...

After Chihaya Aine walked away, Lisa Imai caught up with Yukina Minato, panting.

"Yuukina★ really, you're walking so fast all of a sudden."

"...Lisa..."

"what happened?"

"I now believe again that this world is truly wonderful." Minato Yukina's expression was alienated.

She definitely wasn't mistaken... the yellow cat ears that swayed at the moment of being hit... that big face... that red nose...

And that touch...

It's really... exactly the same as in the comics.

"Lisa... I'm asking you to leave this will for our children and grandchildren. Do you think it's too late?"

"Ugh?"

"This is of terrible quality. Look at the shoddy internal organs."

Wearing gloves that are good quality but are destined for disposable use.

Xian Juangan frowned, his gray eyes full of dissatisfaction, and he used the cutlery he brought from the kitchen.

Carefully cutting a male zombie that was tightly bound by super-hardened spider silk.

He fiddled with the internal organs with his hands, pulling them from time to time to test the texture, selecting thin, conductive sheets that could be used. Finally, he had no choice but to do the same as before, clamping a piece of small intestine and cutting it into small pieces.

As elegant as a lady dining, the cutlery is dividing and carving.

The gently cut slices are assembled onto a sonic screwdriver.

Break off a small rib, carefully fill it with the slices and wrap it up.

The small ribs were not wasted and were used as supports to support the final parts.

A flesh-and-blood version of the sonic screwdriver that looks a bit out of value is now completed.

All of this family's tableware is made of super alloy. What exactly are they trying to eat with these tableware?

Could it be that they damage normal tableware during their daily meals?

How come the ingredients are the same as those she usually uses for her meals?

The male zombie, an inconspicuous looking man wearing large round glasses, had a raccoon-like, bluish head drooping limply, twitching from pain beyond his endurance.

Its trachea was strangled by the extracted small intestine, making breathing very difficult.

Due to the extreme torture, its consciousness had become completely clear during the previous experiments.

But unfortunately, they have no memories of their previous lives, at most some fragments of memories.

I thought they shouldn't be so weak after such a long party. I overestimated these soft-hearted high school students in peacetime. She even thought of so many interrogation and torture methods.

After roasting it with a specially treated grilling nozzle, a piece of skin was torn off with a table knife where the breastbone should be.

Where skin should have been, aside from the parchment-like, dry, blackened skin from seeping blood, there were layers of lasagna-like, complex structures, with twisted rope-like muscle fibers, and a withered, dark green corpse. He couldn't tell if it was human.

This special growth of corpses, suspected to be made of unknown biomass, gave them nerve power beyond that of ordinary people.

And he had seen many versions of (Jiu) Ling Liu Si (Liu Qi = Lazi Shrimp).

The cuts oozed infected green blood like pus. It looked like a living creature.

But there was something wrong with the biological tissue sample. Rather than a carbon-based life form... it was more like... seafood?

The tiny black radiation that emerged after penetration and was captured was even more outside the field she often researched.

That is a curse, a curse from the realm of magic.

Xianjuan Gan was dissecting these zombies on an extra-long dining table in a room that seemed to be the villa owner's dining room.

Three female zombies were hung at the door. The belt pendants on their waists were equipped with sharp parts similar to ticklers, which poked the soft flesh on both sides like drinking chickens.

Their waists were covered in blood and flesh, and as they howled in agony and despair, a golden shield ensued. This was the only currency that was truly valuable in this imaginary space—pain.

Xianjuan Gan had some idea of ​​the purpose of these plastic people.

— The evil thoughts and malicious intent of teenagers, inspired by the trivialities of life, that glorify youth. Let them fight and indulge in lust in this imaginary space, venting their emotions. This exploits their souls, and their combat data is collected for use in other ways.

Or just train them to be your own combat soldiers.

It was truly unpleasant. Xian Juangan viciously stabbed his glasses with his knife and fork, shattering them. The sharp blade pierced his eyeball. This caused the man, who had only a few vestiges of his memory and seemed to be a popular blogger, to let out another shrill, drake-like scream.

Annoyed, Xian Juangan picked up a hammer beside him and smashed his upper and lower jaws.

The energy of the flesh-and-blood machine that imitated their principle to intercept the negative emotions of teenagers, which looked very worthless, barely reached the target because of this behavior.

Due to the blood flowing back from his exploded tongue, the tortured green raccoon man turned into foam in the pain of suffocation, leaving only his belt and plenty of squid tentacles.

Xianjuangan was a scoundrel holding a squid tentacles in his mouth.

It seems that the more times the squid dies, the worse the quality of its tentacles will be.

Previously, this green civet cat could be sold as a hardcover product by merchants, but now it can only be a substandard product that is used to fill in the hardcover.

Judging from the passage of time, it seems that they have been fighting here for some time.

Remove the oval plastic from the core of the belt pendant.

It was a civet cat medal covered in cracks.

Unlike her completely blank plastic one, other people's core IDs were engraved with different animal portraits.

It contained the most despicable poison of this weak man trapped in the zero-mass will field - his soul.

If she doesn't do something, the core ID will be randomly teleported away, with the next resurrection resulting in permanent loss of her soul.

A handmade sonic screwdriver made of bloody limb parts was taken out. This was a makeshift product she made by disassembling their body parts.

The flickering light on the core ID sparked a firestorm. But no miracle happened; the core ID vanished before her eyes in the blink of an eye.

I threw away (=discarded) this fake handmade sonic screwdriver in some annoyance, and failed in my attempts after death.

In this imaginary space, many technological means cannot be used in this unrealistic and arbitrary fictional world.

She had many wonderful ideas in the early stage, such as transforming them all into human carpets with thinking ability to cover the entire villa, so that they would not regenerate, die or be resurrected.

This would allow her to easily acquire fear while also facilitating her joyful research.

Each living contestant spread out flatly forms the most basic unit component to complete the infrastructure.

Form a living network to impact the real world and pull it back to the real world.

Although there is no guarantee that they can return to their own bodies.

After all, most people estimate that in reality, their souls are the only thing that matters, and their bodies may have really been disposed of at will.

Although Xianjuan Gan was not completely sure about the matter of the body, he felt that this was enough.

Then after going through the living network, these contestants

It can return to the real world as a living network virus living on the Internet.

Then I captured them all one by one and made changes to them again.

This way, one can satisfy his desire for adventure and it is also a real act of saving lives without any psychological burden.

I guess if Toyama Kasumi and the others just hide a few details, they won't be able to be blamed for their actions.

Such a good idea, but it turns out that we can’t do it.

Xianjuan Gan felt sorry about this.

It's rare to find a group of people who wouldn't challenge their moral values ​​even if they were killed, yet they are still being restrained.

Well, as a game challenge, it is already a rare and extraordinary excitement.

Especially that fox face...

There are some taboos about string-rolled liver.

To be honest, the other contestants are just a bunch of losers.

Their willpower is scattered, their skills are terrible, and their fighting instincts and combat skills are extremely poor.

After all, it's what's left...

The missing quota is based on his current comparison results.

There are only 127 people here.

And some people are no longer here.

Even now, as time goes by, the contestants have begun to wake up one after another, or at least their animal side has awakened.

But seriously, they're too weak.

The only thing was that fox face, she couldn't even grasp it since they first met.

The current situation is based on the current physical laws that can be applied.

Perhaps she should at least abide by their rules for the time being and win in the way they want.

She threw the tools aside, took off her waterproof gloves, and used the yellow and blue square hair accessories obtained from the initial room to tie her long pink hair into a ponytail.

Zhang looked at the mirror on the other side, and saw a capable girl with gray eyes and pink hair, who looked cool and capable because she didn't smile.

As expected, it seems that I have become her scapegoat. Well, this way they won't find anything unusual for the time being.

These plastic people do not have much control over this zero-mass will field and are merely taking advantage of this artificially created world.

In a zero-mass will field with infinite energy, they actually have to rely on exploiting the dark and painful emotions of teenagers. It's like the super criminal in the comics who has the superpower to turn everything into gold to rob a bank!

If I were in control of this zero-mass will field, I could pull all of Earth's carbon-based life into it, and have them repeatedly build civilizations and play games, climbing the tech tree. Then, if I wasn't satisfied, I'd erase and reset my memory. I could force them to calculate the formulas I wanted, saving me time and utilizing infinite curved energy. I could even replicate the entire Earth and build a perfect new biological utopia on it, or even pull in an entire alien race from another possible timeline across dimensions... Oh, my goodness, there are so many wonderful ideas, so many interesting experiments on Earth's species. And yet, they chose such an inefficient and uninteresting approach.

disappointing.

Then it's time for Plan B.

Start by obtaining your own entry.

She looked at the core ID that belonged to her.

Although in principle, it is empty.

After all, she is not the real pink-haired girl at all, but a shell that came in due to a bug.

She had already confirmed that her true soul was still in her body.

Now it is just a matter of uploading a cross-dimensional link with this world through a special function on that watch.

In this mode, I can even be considered a new kind of [alien creature].

Or the newly born Ikturian type 2.

And that watch won't let me get ruined like that.

He held up the intact, blank core ID. Under the light, he could vaguely see it was made of plastic. There was a mechanical structure inside.

Since they can make this prop work, it means that at least the technology in this area must be able to function normally.

Then all you have to do is infiltrate the empty shell and transform it.

He still picked up the discarded flesh-and-blood version of the sonic screwdriver and broke off some parts from the three zombies wailing at the door.

Back to reality, this pink-haired girl won't become their nightmare...

This thought suddenly came to Xianjuan Gan while he was processing the core.

Although he knew that his actions were so villainous because he knew this was not the real world, he was a "little bit" cruel.