The azure sea, but a lonely, fulfilled life.

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"No problem, beautiful lady." Mitarai flashed what he thought was a dashing smile, speaking in a not-so-authentic British accent as he flirted with her. He reached two fingers into his pocket, pulled out a coin, and held it out in his palm like he was handing her a flower, waiting for her to take it. This way, he could also have a chance to accidentally touch her smooth skin.

However, this beautiful lady is truly as graceful and tall as a daffodil.

Mitarai looked down at the other woman's shoes. To determine if a woman had shoe inserts, he would look at her shoe size. If her shoe size was only 38 or smaller, it was highly likely that she had shoe inserts.

He looked down and then sensed something strange.

The other person was wearing a pair of casual shoes. Although the shoes were white and suited a woman's elegance, Mitarai couldn't help but think they were men's shoes, and they looked to be size 40.

"Thank you." The voice of gratitude came from directly in front of him. Mitarai, still immersed in the strangeness, subconsciously replied that it was nothing.

Wait a minute, this voice sounds familiar, and why has it suddenly become hoarse?

Mitarai looked up at the smiling woman.

She's so much taller than me, why is the voice coming from directly in front of me...?

It's so hot and humid today, yet she's wearing a fluffy long dress.

Huh? Did she fall? Why is her gaze turned away?

Just as Mitarai was about to display his gentlemanly demeanor, he found that he couldn't extend his hand. One hand supported his cheek, and in his vision, he saw the flat ground.

"Go to sleep."

He recognized the voice...

"Hikigaya."

He closed his eyes and fainted.

Chapter Ten: The Seven Deadly Sins – Lust, Wrath (Part Four)

Ouch, my head hurts so much.

Nojima opened his eyes in confusion, and what came into view was a vast ocean with surging waves. He looked around and realized that he was on a beach.

Why is he here?

His brain's protective mechanism made him forget the traumatic experience for a short time. When he remembered it again, Nojima angrily punched the sand, startling a small sand crab that was about to cross sideways.

"Yamamoto, that guy, if I catch him, he's definitely not going to have a good time."

They had such a huge advantage, yet they betrayed us! They were almost at the gate tower, and you just surrendered! And to make matters worse, you forcibly took their equipment, causing them to be defeated by the Judgment Scythe!

Fortunately, he was in good health and managed to withstand the account suspension period that was about to reach its limit, waking up ahead of time.

Rubbing his head, Nojima stood up. He looked at his body and thought it was strange that even though he was almost dead, the enemy hadn't come to finish him off.

Could it be that something went wrong in Kitahara, causing Hachiman to be unable to attend to everything? But doesn't he still have Yamamoto as an ally?

It couldn't possibly be that Yamamoto let him go out of consideration for their past relationship, could it? That bastard doesn't seem like that kind of person.

The image of the other person's cold and ruthless demeanor at the social gathering flashed through Nojima's mind, and he doubted whether the other person still retained a shred of humanity.

Oh well, maybe he's just lucky.

In short, we need to tell Kitahara and the others that Yamamoto is a traitor, and warn them to be careful of him.

Just as Nojima took out his phone to call Kitahara Iori, the other person's name appeared on the screen; he had called himself first.

[Beep, beep—]

"Hey, Nojima, Mitarai is a traitor!"

"Hey, Kitahara, Yamamoto is a traitor!"

"What?!?" x2

After leaving Mitarai's side, Iori, who was acting alone, hid in a concrete pipe in the park. Even after he was safe, his teeth were still chattering.

This is terrifying. I never imagined that the person next to me was the mole. No wonder Mitarai didn't share any favorable conditions from the beginning, and instead seemed very eager to play this game.

He was actively encouraging everyone to look for clues from beginning to end, but he never found anything! What else could he be but a mole?

Could that guy have made some kind of deal with Hachiman? Is it a list for the matchmaking party? No, that's unlikely. Putting aside whether Hachiman would even organize a matchmaking party, if he did, given how shameless he is, Hachiman certainly wouldn't stand in his way if he wanted to squeeze in.

So, the most likely explanation is that he wants to enjoy it all by himself!

[Sorry Kitahara, Yamamoto, Nojima, Hachiman, and I are having a really fun mixer this week. He invited a lot of beautiful girls, including me, but he didn't invite certain people. Want to guess who they are?]

Iori gripped his phone, his face contorted in pain. He absolutely wouldn't let this happen! He was Hachiman's best friend; he had to be on the dating list! It had to be all to himself!

His hatred for his friends outweighed his own desires, so he quickly made a phone call to explain the situation to Nojima and the others, insisting that they absolutely could not allow him to go there and carry out his schemes!

"Hey, Nojima? Mitarai is the mole!"

"Hey, Kitahara, Yamamoto is a traitor!"

What?

Are they playing a double-inside game?

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After a brief exchange of information, Nojima prepared to reunite with Iori. Among the survivors, they could only trust each other, and sticking together was the safest course of action at this time.

Nojima walked back on the sand, no longer caring about clues. If things continued like this, they would all be wiped out. What's the point of looking for clues if everyone's gone? They might as well find a clown to go back and mourn.

All his high spirits vanished at that moment. Nojima looked up at the gloomy sky and thought, "Gods, no wonder I can't carry the game. Two out of my four teammates are henchmen of the opposing team's boss. They not only use their skills randomly, but they also inflict friendly fire. Who can withstand that?"

His lower back is still a little numb.

Nojima sighed. At this moment, he felt just like a pathetic Fiddlesticks player who was harassed by Blitzcrank while trying to farm blue buff, with no one to help him. His red buff was stolen, his top laner had no lane priority, and even his Krugs were stolen by the enemy top laner. His mid laner had taken the F4 camps, and he was about to take the Rift Scuttler to cut his losses when news came from the bot lane that they had been double-killed. In the chat, the ADC angrily cursed that Miracle Walker was still farming, the mid laner said that the jungler was really bad, and the top laner remained silent, just silently typing "6". His mentality had collapsed.

Even if you brought Aze here, he might not be able to turn the tide.

The sound of sha (a type of scalping sensation) rang in his ears, and Nojima turned his head, his face filled with surprise and doubt.

A wobbly creature, as if it had been drinking fake alcohol, was slowly walking towards him. Staring at that familiar face, but with a very strange expression, Nojima became extremely wary, remembering the message his ally had just sent.

He called out from afar, "Mitarai, what are you doing here?"

The only way to break this deadlock is to reunite with Nojima. Their jungler and support synergy will surely turn the tide of the game.

Iori hurriedly walked towards the beach Nojima had mentioned. Strangely enough, after Yamamoto knocked Nojima unconscious, he left him on the beach not far from the diving shop and didn't finish him off. Was there some secret behind this?

And Yamamoto actually switched sides? He was the one who suggested that Hachiman drink vodka with a bird that night. Although it didn't work out in the end, Hachiman was still willing to accept his alliance despite past grievances.

Unfortunately, the call was too rushed, and he didn't think about this at the time; otherwise, he could have discussed more details with Nojima.

However, the only thing that is certain at the moment is that there really is a traitor in their team, and judging from the current situation, there is more than one. This is terrifying, just like a necromancer!

No wonder this thing is always being chased and fought in Western fantasy stories.

Look, I brought your comrades to beat you up! Aren't you happy? Happy? You're too happy yet! I have a huge surprise for you!

Look, this is your wife who died saving you. She was carrying your unborn child. To reunite your family, I've turned them into spirits too.

Ugh—I'm getting goosebumps.

[Clatter]

"Holy crap, it really fell!"

Iori looked at her arm. Hmm, it was smooth, delicate, and glossy. Very good!

Where did that sound come from?

Iori glanced at the alley not far away and swallowed hard.

Going back might delay our reunion, but if we go over there and it turns out to be Hachiman and the others, we'll die. So, make your choice, Kitahara Iori!

After hesitating for a long time, Iori turned and ran.

……

Five minutes later, he returned.

During this time, he had been observing from a distance, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Perhaps the cat's thoughts had taken hold of him, so Iori decided to sneak over without firing a shot.

He slowed his pace but quickly crossed the alley, and still there was no sound. Perhaps he was just overthinking it.

Iori breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the alley where the sound had come from.

Now that he has confidence, he is no coward!

It's just an alley, what's there to be afraid of!

Iori boldly leaned against the wall, peeking inside.

In the dim alley, the outline of a person kneeling on the ground was vaguely visible. The soft sobbing sound was somewhat eerie in the cold wind. The Japanese horror movie "Alleyway Horror" that I had seen before came to mind. It was said that as long as you saw its figure, you were destined to die.

Iori quickly pulled her head back, wishing she could slap herself a few times. Serves you right for being so curious!

Let's sneak away.

Just as Iori was about to run away, he looked worriedly at the dark figure in the alley, fearing that if the figure turned around, a pair of inhuman hands would be placed on his shoulder. So he decided to run backwards out of the alley.

As he slowly walked backward, he thought about the strange black shadow, and whether it was just his imagination or not, he felt that it was somewhat familiar.

It somewhat resembles Yamamoto's silhouette.

Yamamoto?

Iori quickly ran back. If it really was him, maybe following him would lead to Hachiman's location.

He then crouched quietly behind the wall, peeking at the shadowy figure.

Strangely, the dark figure seemed to remain still, kneeling on the ground without any reaction.

"Could he have made a mistake?" Iori wondered.

Seeing that the shadowy figure wasn't paying attention to him, Iori decided to strike first.

He leaned against the wall, took off his shoes, and carefully tiptoed behind the shadowy figure.

At this point, he was able to clearly recognize that the person in front of him was indeed Yamamoto.

When they were just a hair's breadth away from triggering the kill line, Iori grabbed Yamamoto by the neck, and the other man did not resist at all.

"Surrender, Yamamoto! You may argue, but everything you say next will be used against you in court!"

The other party still did not respond. A sense of unease rushed into her mind. Iori tilted her head slightly and saw that Yamamoto's face still had tear stains, and his eyes were closed, as if he had fainted.

[Clatter]

Something fell down along his moving body.

Iori stared at the object, her eyes wide with rage.

That was exactly the result he had already guessed.

【Lust】

"Mitarai, what are you doing here?"

On the beach, Nojima watched Mitarai approaching, took a step back with his right foot, and prepared to run away at any moment.

Mitarai's neck twitched, his eyes were unfocused, and he walked on as if he didn't see Nojima. He didn't answer and just kept walking.

Something's not right. What's wrong with this guy?

Nojima noticed that something was wrong with Mitarai; at that moment, the other man was like a puppet on strings, his posture stiff.

"Mitarashi!"

After a loud shout, the wooden idol finally reacted.