My love game with them that will lead to certain death

Chapter 1: Working Soldiers Won't Dream of Shimokitazawa Blue Eyes (Part 2)

At this time, Ming Hai Toru was the only staff member left in the hall. A few young men who were waiting for an opportunity nearby seemed to have noticed that management had slackened after the boss left, so they took out the flyers hidden behind them and began to distribute them to the audience who had come to check out the place in advance.

"Um...excuse me, gentlemen over there?"

The curly-haired boy, who was used to this kind of situation, raised his hand and tried to stop it with a businesslike smile.

"We can't hand out flyers here, please understand."

"Hey, bro, it's just handing out flyers, don't be so stingy."

The leading man looked like a gangster taken from a gangster TV series. Both his temperament and appearance fit the stereotype of a slacker perfectly.

Underground performance venues are already a mixed bag, and it is not uncommon for a few people to take advantage of the situation and do some illegal operations.

"I haven't seen you much before. Are you a new face? You've come to Shimokitazawa, don't you know who I am?"

The man with dyed yellow hair approached Ming Hai, who was standing in front of the bar, with ill intentions and a few of his companions, but the latter still had a calm smile on his face.

"Oh, should I have any impression of the guys who secretly hand out flyers in the exhibition hall?"

The most contradictory thing to the boy's harmless smile was the somewhat insulting provocation that came out of his mouth.

"Besides, shouldn't Shimokitazawa be talking about a certain senior who opened his mouth and closed his eyes when he was famous?"

"Tsk, you're just a wage earner... Don't bother with your frail body, we can't stop you anyway."

The yellow-haired boy looked up and down at the curly-haired boy with disdain, but his words made Ming Hai raise his brows again.

"So you observe me so carefully - do you like me?"

"Huh?! What are you talking about all of a sudden? Who would like a pretty boy like you?"

"Even though I can't remember what you look like if I close my eyes, you are still so impressed by my body shape..."

The boy's awkward look of wanting to say something but hesitating obviously made the yellow-haired man even angrier.

"I'm not like you, stop talking nonsense, you weird sissy!"

"Well, people say that mothers are strong. I, a sissy, am probably more masculine than you. But unfortunately, I, a sissy, like girls. Sorry, no blue eyes."

"Damn it, you win, I'm so disgusted!"

Huangmao was finally annoyed and left. Although some of his companions couldn't hold back their laughter, they still followed him and left.

After the situation was settled, Ming Hai watched the men leave, then put on a business-like smile and began to tend to the front desk. He was also sure that the other party would not dare to cause trouble in the exhibition hall, so he dared to respond like that - learning how to deal with troublesome customers is also a required course for those working in the service industry.

The girl with short blue hair who had been standing in the distance and witnessed everything blinked, glanced at Ming Hai, and returned to the rehearsal room, while showing off the last string of dumplings in her hand.

Although if he acted coquettishly to the store manager he might be praised or even get a small raise in salary, Ming Hai didn't really want to take credit for something that was part of his job.

——Of course, it is still very interesting to complain about such funny things with friends.

[Childhood sweetheart Dashengli: Haha ...

At night, after dinner, it is a rare time for working soldiers to play games.

Sitting in front of the laptop, Toru Ming Hai watched his teammates type line after line of text in the chat box, and clicked the mouse to change new clothes for the female elf character he controlled.

He has been playing this rr14 game for quite a long time. The burly Ruga man with the nickname "Childhood Sweetheart Victory" is Minghai's regular playmate.

The two met in a dungeon. "Childhood Sweethearts Victory", who was attacking fiercely (basically using skills randomly), was surprised that Ming Hai could actually heal him, so he was extremely moved and immediately added him as a friend, saying "I will take you to the dungeon in the future" - but in fact, it was just because he was running around everywhere and other healers' skills could not heal him at all.

[Childhood sweetheart Dashengli: But the way you talk reminds me of a woman I know in real life who has a very sharp tongue. I really want to see what it would be like if you two quarreled.]

Of course, after knowing each other for a long time, they would occasionally chat about topics other than games like this.

[I want to eat your ahoge: Oh? If it's just a normal sharp tongue, I think girls like this are actually pretty cute. ]

[Childhood sweetheart Dashengli: Brother, please don’t be a masochist. That kind of woman is not cute at all. ]

[I want to eat your ahoge: You're reacting so strongly, could it be that you have a crush on me? ]

[Childhood sweetheart’s great victory: Absolutely!!! No!!! Possible!!!]

"Oh, this is really fun."

Ming Hai smiled and took a sip of water. The burly man standing next to him on the screen made an angry command gesture.

Of course, what he didn't know was that somewhere in the city, a blonde girl wearing a loose green sportswear, who was also sitting at a computer desk, was pounding the desk in anger because of his teasing.

[I want to eat your ahoge: By the way, did you think that previous show was the best of this season? 】

[Childhood sweetheart wins: Ah, I watched a little bit... The character design and style are just so-so, I'm very picky. The key is that the ending is actually a victory for the sky drop, not to mention it's so old-fashioned and the childhood sweetheart is used as a tool. The current love anime is really disappointing. ]

[I want to eat your ahoge: Hmm~ Now that you mention it, I also think it’s weird that the sky falls and wins. ]

[Childhood sweetheart Dashengli: Right, right~]

[I want to eat your ahoge: I feel like there aren't many good romance anime this year, so let's wait for Kasumi Shiko's light novel adaptation next year.]

[Childhood sweetheart Dashengli: ...I don't understand why you think so highly of her. Her labels may just serve as a gimmick. It's hard for me to comment. I wish her success.]

[I want to eat your ahoge: Because I have read teacher Kasumi Shiko's book, and her unique and delicate emotional processing is really very attractive. If it can be filmed, it will definitely be excellent. ]

[Childhood sweetheart Dashengli: Tsk, that's not necessarily true. There are so many people who can write better than her... Although I am sure of her ability in love light novels, anyone can write it. Maybe you can write it, Brother Daimao! ]

I always feel that the "childhood sweethearts' big victory" brother is a little dissatisfied with Kasumi Shiko.

[I want to eat your ahoge: Oh, if I really write this, will it become famous? ]

As a reader who has been exposed to various light novels for many years, Ming Hai has actually always had some interest in creation.

[Childhood Friend Dashengli: Well, even though the industry is already half dead, it’s not that easy to break into. ]

Okay, your daily pill for the industry.

[I want to eat your ahoge: Oh, if I could really write this, it would be very popular. ]

Of course, this is bragging.

[Childhood Friend Dashengli: Then I will help you find an artist, for free.]

Obviously, this is also bragging... maybe?

[I want to eat your ahoge: is this true or not?]

[Childhood sweetheart Dashengli: Really, I still have some connections, but the premise is that you can write it. ]

Is this a way of showing respect to each other?

Ming Hai responded casually with a few words, downloaded two more copies, and then logged off.

Of course, he was just joking when he said he wanted to be famous. Ming Hai also knew how cruel the industry was.

In his spare time, he also tried to send his manuscripts to the editorial department of the Light Novel Library, but his submissions basically fell into oblivion.

Ordinary creations will of course be lost in the crowd just like ordinary students, and he can understand this truth.

But his finger somehow clicked on the light novel library website, and his eyes stopped at the slogan of the essay contest: "Teacher Kasumi Shiko will be the judge! Come and submit your masterpiece!"

After a brief silence, the curly-haired boy touched the back of his head and double-clicked to open the Word document. In an instant, the only sound left in the quiet, narrow room was the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard.

He wrote for about half an hour, but he wrote, deleted, and revised the character setting of the protagonist. He got up and went to the bathroom when he was stuck, taking the opportunity to relax his tense nerves.

But when he walked back to the table and sat down with a leisurely pace, something strange on the computer screen caught his attention.

The originally blank word document interface was covered by a dialog box with black background and white text, and only the four words "Future Simulation" were written in the center of the screen.

"...?"

Ming Hai's first reaction was to call up the antivirus software and try to uninstall these pop-up games.

Chapter 2: Do you want this blessing? (Part 1)

Sometimes it's really helpless to surf the Internet alone.

The Internet is full of pornographic images that are beyond the limits of human imagination, or advertisements that are beyond human imagination.

But if you say it is a malicious plug-in installed by a rogue pop-up window, then it may not be too rogue.

The mouse symbol mysteriously disappeared after fading out of the dialog box, and even pressing the power button wouldn't shut down the device, let alone restart it.

"……interesting."

Simulation... just like some surreal settings in novels, it would probably be something weird.

With the mentality of taking advantage of the situation, Ming Hai clicked on the icon to start the simulation.

[Name: Narumi Toru Gender: Male]

Can pop-up games reveal real information these days? That's a bit scary.

[Start throwing attribute——Throwing completed. 】

[Family environment: It is a pity that your family is neither rich nor happy. It is just the most inconspicuous one among the millions of East Asian families that are in appearance but in reality alienated.]

[Lack of knowledge and skills: The boring and high-pressure education makes you rebellious and disdainful, but the corresponding lack of talent and knowledge may also become a hindrance to you. ]

[Heretical: Common sense in the world? It is nothing but a shackle that binds your heart, and you disdain to follow the rules. 】

[Emotional indifference: love, hate, life and death, separation and reunion... You don't understand the magic of these bonds between people. 】

[Glib: Because of my limited stamina, I focused on my speaking skills. 】

It’s over, all the attributes are basically debuffs - Ming Hai made up his mind to never touch those pay-to-win card-drawing mobile games again.

But the moment he clicked the mouse to start the simulation, many images that did not belong to him suddenly emerged in his mind.

Some people stand in suits and ties by the French windows of financial buildings, taking in the view of the entire city; some lock themselves in their bedrooms, wearing VR headsets, and immerse themselves in the world of games; some stand at award ceremonies, accepting the trophy for literature awards with a humble face; some have formed happy and stable families and live a stable life, while others indulge in wine, women, money, and pleasure, partying every night...

These people all have one thing in common.

That is, they all have the same face as Toru Narumi.

And when Ming Hai looked at them, those tens of millions of faces turned around - and met his gaze.

What’s going on…?

"Well……!"

The moment our eyes met, the scenes in my mind suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a voice that Ming Hai had never heard before.

【Those people are you, but they are not you. 】

It was like having a surround sound system in my head; the sound was clear and unavoidable.

[You must have played role-playing games. But have you ever heard of games where you play yourself? ]

Could it be that... this voice is the kind of simulation system routine novels often appear in...

[Yes, you can treat me as a system if you want.]

How can this thing read minds?

[You must be curious about why I am here. Enter a specific "game scene", "play" yourself, and clear the situational copy - that is what you need to do now, and it is also the "game rules" that I must explain. ]

"In short, if it's just a game and there's nothing to lose, then it's fine. But -"

Ming Hai raised his eyebrows and asked the most crucial question in a lazy voice.

"If a game is not fun, there is no point in playing it. So, what can I get from it? Happiness, fun? Immersive experience? What if these are not important to me? Or in other words, why should I obey your game rules?"

【You are very smart, and I am happy to serve people like you. 】

"Then can we avoid simulation and just use our intelligence to get some benefits?"

【There is no such good thing. 】

The system's voice is warm and peaceful, but it doesn't sound friendly at all.

[Because what I provide is a harmless, pure, sincere, and suitable for all ages - a love game. ]

"………Love game?"

[Yes, it's a love game. In the game, you can meet your loved one and experience a love that may be immature or passionate, desperate or perfect. It's up to you to personally lead the direction of this relationship...but your ending will definitely be death.]

“Is it too late to cancel now?”

[…Cannot unsubscribe. ]

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