"I can't play this trash game for even one more second!"
I'd played five games, gotten a 999+ death count in each, and was ready to quit. Then I drew back the curtains and discovered that the world had been destroyed. The operator of this trash game appeared in a Dawnseeker cosplay outfit and told me that, just moments ago, my world had lost its humanity because I'd insulted the fan game they made about a higher world. But if I put on a randomly selected secret identity in the game I'd just played and achieve five SSS-rank happy endings that satisfy the higher world, my world can be restored.
I agreed.
As for the list of fan games I'd just played:
1. The Oda family and their pitch-black friend
2. Are You Really Bootleg Liquor?
3. The Strange Guy with the Unsmiling Bangs
4. A Mafia Boss Who Can't Breathe Fire Isn't a Good Pair of Underwear
5. If You Don't Pay for Your Meal, You'll Go to Jail
I get it, but why is the secret identity card I draw every single time always Dazai as the boss, the Armed Detective Agency member, the sixteen-year-old, the fifteen-year-old, or the fourteen-year-old?!
Who'd believe he could save the world!
Theme: Face life head-on and never give up
"Dark Friends" Saki must have mentioned me to her guardian. Little girls at this age always have all kinds of little fantasies, such as a unicorn riding a rainbow, a cream cake sprinkled with gems, or friends that only she can see. This is not surprising. After being adopted by her guardian, she should be so happy that she finally realizes that she is a living person; and most living creatures are always greedy. In addition to wanting to live, they also want to live well. During the absence of her guardian, she would huddle together with other adopted companions to keep warm. Unfortunately, Yokohama is full of bad guys like me who are good at destroying other people's happiness, so the number of companions also increased and decreased, two, three, and in the end no one was left. Adopted animals will always die when returned to a solitary environment. So Sakule began to tell her fears to her guardian, hoping that her guardian would give her more attention. I could somewhat imagine how she would introduce me to her guardian. "Don't go out at night, please. There are dark monsters outside." It's true, even now, I'm peeking into their lives. However, her guardian could only ruffle her hair and whisper apologies to her. So Saki also apologized to her guardian. She denied my existence to her guardians and promised that she would take good care of herself. This is a lie. I was actually here, and neither she nor her guardian believed her. When the guardian was away, Saki could only hide under the bed secretly. She couldn't get in without being seen by the dark monsters outside, and she could wait for her guardian's return in a safe place. The long loneliness blurred her vigilance. Perhaps it was because the dark monster spent more time with her than her guardians and companions, but Sakule actually developed a childlike friendship for such a despicable and disgusting monster. Under the bed board, in her imagination, she and the monster became good friends. They walked in the night of Yokohama without lights, under the shining of stars, found the guardians who had not returned home, and found the children who had not been able to return home. However, how could a real dark monster like me be so tender? We're just waiting for a time when her guardians can't take care of her. Then we swarmed around, opened the door, broke the windows and dragged her out from under the bed. I can only imagine how I would feel in Saki's situation. It was like the second boot finally dropped, like the loaded shotgun finally fired, like the rope holding the anvil finally burned. I was finally decomposed by the evil entanglement of darkness, and I was frightened by witnessing Sakura's fear. I touched the graffiti under the bed board one last time and got out from under the bed. The room had been unoccupied for too long and no one had repaired it. The beams collapsed and got stuck on the load-bearing wall. It would not be surprising if they fell down at any time. The suffocating sunlight shone through the hole in the wall, hitting my eye on the unbandaged side. A little further away was the angry roar of a slug. It was so funny that even though we were living in the mud like me, we could stand so confidently in the sun. It's a nice weather today. Last night's nightmares and sweet dreams have disappeared together.
I think you wrote it very well! Could it be because your update frequency is too low? I remember this seems to have an impact.
I always feel like the one before was probably killed on purpose.
Damn, the protagonist is so handsome and I'm so stupid. It's finally been updated. I smell the flavor of Zai-style HE, but I always feel that it won't be that simple. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh there is a demon and an old man. I am looking forward to the follow-up, especially looking forward to the old man being cool (wriggling crazily on the bed)
Although I always knew that this game was scary, I didn't expect it to be so scary. Every time I thought this guy couldn't be more disgusting, this GM would tear apart my impression, and then say with a smile: "I can't be more disgusting~"
I don't know why I'm applying for a visa, but the plot and writing style are much better than some v-articles...
Gone (bury yourself (bury yourself in peace)
Tuo Si felt that what Xu Tuzhi could get, D just flipped the chessboard over, so he was speechless. The small pill is the pill used by Oda Tsukuru to commit suicide. Dazai has hidden it in this world and has not used it?
The person who drew this card is really amazing... The last savior drew Zai. Not only did he succeed in saving the world, he also got the death he dreamed of (making a guess from xjb
A Modo fish picked up the author, shook it, and put it back. The author dropped the update. Modo Fish knows the author's hardships, and the author knows Modo Fish's waiting. The friendship between Modo Fish and the author is something that needs no explanation.