It's Obviously Just a Game

"Why... Are you afraid?" There were traces of blood splattering all over his body. The young man stood next to the corpse with a puzzled look on his face. He killed the enemy well, but the people around him looked at him with horror on their faces and looked at him like a monster. "Is something wrong?" He cast his expectant gaze on the man standing high up, and all he saw was a forced, stiff smile, instead of encouragement and recognition. The man in black robe wearing a Choudan mask suddenly jumped out, followed by crazy and hysterical laughter. The protagonist who was covered in blood heard it, and people in the audience also heard it. The faces of the people above changed, Confused by this crazy voice, "Hehehehahahahahaha!!! You actually feel sad? Why are you sad? Isn't this natural?" "How do you think a group of people who treat fighting as a show without authorization will understand your thoughts and actions?" Chou Dan talks to the protagonist as if no one else is around, "We are your kind! The other guys won't understand! It's impossible for them to know! We are people who came back from there!" "That place where staying alive will only lead to loss of life and retreat is a dead end." "How did it become like this?" The protagonist ignored Chou Dan. His eyes wandered over the familiar faces on the stage. In his memory, they would not show expressions of panic or fear. They would greet him with a smile. "It all started after playing that game. It's obviously just a game!"