I am the emotional sustenance of your deceased

I am the emotional sustenance of your deceased

Author: Nari

Summary:

[mygo, orange, warm daily life]

My name is Chitose Noshiro, and I only have one month to live.

The doctor said I was incurable, but now I have found a way to stay alive, which is to gain lifespan through continuous simulation.

"Everything is for... survival!"

Imitating Takamatsu Deng's sister: the innocence of childhood collapsed the moment the flesh and blood left.

Imitating Takamatsu Deng’s drunken colleague: After becoming an adult, is there anyone you can share your fantasies with?

Simulating Li Xi’s life redemption: The white moonlight taken away by others, is it still your white moonlight?

Simulating Nagasaki Suyo's daughter: Life was really a mess, until that day I found a homeless little kid on the corner.

……

When the holiday ended and Chitose Noshiro entered high school...

"Wait, don't come near me! It's just a simulation! How could you take it so seriously?"

Volume 1 Welcome to the Black Parade

Ch1. Miss Noshiro doesn't want to die

"Sorry, Miss Noshiro, during this last period... please go and eat whatever you want."

In front of the bed, the female doctor seemed to be hesitant to speak, wanting to say something to comfort the girl in the bed...

But she found that her throat was as dry as her life, and she found it difficult to speak.

The girl on the hospital bed had an extremely delicate face and a proud, slightly unsightly figure. Her hair color was more of a pure silver than white.

Her long hair naturally falls to her waist. Even though the lighting is not very good indoors, the hair, which is pleasing to the eye, still emits an attractive luster.

Behind the doctor, several nurses were sighing quietly, as if lamenting a flower that was about to wither.

However, the withering of flowers is inevitable, and no tears can save them.

The girl, Noshiro Chitose, tried her best to appear calm.

"Ah... Thank you, I see. I'd really like to trouble you, Dr. Ijichi, to advance the medical expenses. I'll definitely pay you back when I have the money... By the way, how much time do I have left?"

"A month at most."

Oh no, it seems there is no chance to pay the money back.

"Thank you, Dr. Ijichi. Can I be discharged now?"

Chitose Noshiro fiddled with her hair somewhat unnaturally, as if the person suffering from the terminal illness was not her.

"Okay."

The doctor forced an ugly smile and was quickly pushed out of the ward by the nurses.

"Goodbye, Dr. Ijichi, have a nice day..."

The doctor did not respond, and sporadic moans seemed to be heard in the distance.

After making sure that the doctor had gone far away and she was the only one around, Chitose Noshiro collapsed on the hospital bed like a deflated ball.

"What? Why do all these unfortunate things happen to me?"

There are countless intersecting squares on the ceiling, each of which looks like a Cthulhu monster with its mouth wide open.

"Is it really only a month?"

She put down the medical record in her hand and found that her hands were shaking.

But this is not surprising.

So, do you believe me now?

"..."

"I believed it... No, I gave in."

A few days ago, when Noda Chitose was working part-time, an inexplicable system appeared out of nowhere and predicted that she only had one month to live, and stated that if she wanted to survive, she had to bind to the system.

But no normal person would believe such a bizarre thing.

The result was that not long after Qiansui rejected the system, she coughed up blood and then fainted, and did not wake up until today.

Now... Chitose Noshiro really believed it.

"Actually, you could have agreed to my request earlier. You have a younger sister at home, right? The poor girl was born with an eye disease. I think she must have been very upset during your absence."

"How is Kyomoto now?"

Chitose, who was taking off her hospital gown, tried to make more expressions, but the trembling of her muscles only brought her pain.

She now even found it difficult to breathe.

[Replying to the host, while the host is unconscious, the system will provide food to your sister at a fixed time every day, please don't worry]

"..."

Why does it feel like all of this is linked together?

[Host, please do not worry. If you feel there is a problem, it is purely coincidental.]

"I...cough cough..."

After an unprecedented coughing fit, Qiansui opened her palm, revealing a few drops of blood from her cough.

She had a premonition that the terminal illness the doctor had mentioned should be named after her was real, and that she might actually die within a month.

It seems that it is not impossible to just die like this... She has never seen anything wonderful, and her parents have passed away long ago. At this stage of her life, she only works and goes to school. Poetry and distant places seem so unreal, and it doesn't seem like something she can have in this life.

But you can't die.

You can't die now.

Even in this situation, she still has to live with gratitude, as she is the only one left in the family who can take care of her younger sister.

My sister also has an eye disease, and the medical expenses are not enough. If I really collapse, then her sister -

Now, if you want to survive, you can only rely on this strange system.

After changing into her regular clothes before being hospitalized, Chitose Noshiro quickly left the hospital and found a relatively quiet park to take a rest.

She was so emaciated that she barely had the willpower to drag her body back home.

The sun is shining brightly today, but it's a pity that she won't be able to enjoy it.

As soon as she thought about the system, it would pop up and ask her if she wanted to install it. It was very annoying, just like a pop-up ad.

Can this troublesome thing really save your life?

"Now, apart from installing the system immediately, it seems that there is really no other way."

Chitose Noshiro closed her eyes and used her consciousness to touch a certain option on the system. As she moved, lines of white words unfolded dazzlingly in the chaos.

【Welcome to the Lifetime Regret Simulator】

[This system is dedicated to letting the flowers of evil bloom in the hearts of girls, changing their inherent endings and reversing the host's tragic fate.]

[Host, please capture those heroines chosen by fate and make them feel strong regret]

[The host must die in the simulation to return to reality]

【The system is installing...】

[The simulator is adjusting parameters...]

[This file has security risks. Are you sure you want to continue installing?]

"..."

“Understand the risks, but install it anyway.”

Is this really something good? Could it be the coordinates of the anchor point of some extraterritorial evil god?

As the brisk warning sounded, Noshiro Chitose's consciousness fell into darkness.

“I don’t know if this will be the wrong choice.”

……

When the world lit up, Qiansui opened his eyes again.

His red pupils scanned the pure white space around him, and Qiansui found himself floating in the air, with a light screen the size of a table appearing in front of him.

"System, I have a question..."

Please speak.

"I don't really understand. 'Lifelong regrets' doesn't seem like a good phrase. What do you want me to do?"

It will be a lifelong regret. Except for the thieves, any girl with normal values ​​would resist this kind of thing, right?

At least the education that Chitose received did not support her being a...completely bad woman...right?

The host only needs to rack their brains to create a bond between you and the target, making them cry bitterly and regret. As the host exerts their strength, the host will also gain more lifespan. It's that simple.

[Also, there's no need for moral pressure. A simulation is just a simulation. The characters in the simulation don't feel any pain. Please feel free to operate with confidence.]

"Then how can I simulate this properly? I mean, if I were in my current state, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to do anything."

[This system will provide help before simulation, the help is as follows]

【Please select your family background】

Is simulation just a simulation?... And there is additional help, the system is quite thoughtful.

Qiansui was still marveling at the comprehensiveness of the system, but the next moment she couldn't laugh anymore.

[Zaibo's Daughter: You are the eldest daughter of Japan's top chaebol family, born at the pinnacle of this nation. Your expected lifespan is fifty years.]

"!!!"

It turns out that these things require kryptonian to exchange for.

Ch2. My sister...Takamatsu Touma?

Chitose Noshiro glanced at the remaining life span in the lower left corner of the system interface.

One month and three days! ?

This is not even a little bit off!

There was no other way, Chitose could only continue searching, she needed a start with the best value for money.

And if one can gain a corresponding amount of lifespan simply by making others feel regretful or something like that in the simulation, then the choice now may be crucial.

After all, she only had a month to live, so she had very few opportunities to try and fail.

[Daughter of a high-class family: You have a good starting point, born in Rome. Barring any accidents, you will not suffer hardship in your life. Your expected lifespan is twenty years.]

[Middle-class woman: Your starting point is higher than most, and you don't have much to worry about. If you seize the opportunities in life, climbing up the ladder won't be difficult. Required life expectancy is ten years.]

"..."

Chitose Noshiro discovered that she seemed unworthy of any of them. Was her life expectancy of only one month so slim that she was not worthy of going on stage?

[Daughter of a lower class: Your starting point is relatively ordinary. If nothing unexpected happens, you may live a stable and ordinary life. But this is not bad, isn't it? Required lifespan is one year.]

[Daughter of the Wanderer: Your starting point was rather difficult. If you have both parents alive, you are considered lucky. Required lifespan is zero years.]

[Birth Big Blind Box: Randomly draw one of the above. Required lifespan is half a month.]

"There really isn't much choice."

She was not worthy of the previous one, and the second to last one was a hellish start, all of which discouraged Chitose Noshiro.

Qiansui's fingers slid across the light screen repeatedly in a tangled manner.