Genocide Online ~Playtime Diary of an Evil Young Girl~

--I met him in middle school.

I just got out of elementary school, and I was a lot more of a fucking kid than I am now. I saw something called "a beautiful creature different from myself" to him for the first time.

I don't know about that, but I was irritated by a strange thing that I couldn't keep an eye on.

There was something in front of me that I couldn't understand, and even turned my consciousness to myself... I don't know what it was, but it was unbearably unpleasant.

"Hey, you're the one who's been alone forever."

I was much less tolerant than I am now, and I quickly moved on.

I kept staring at the pure white notebook all by myself, and I couldn't help but feel creepy about not writing anything, just holding the pen still.

So I found a gap in my rest time and talked in a frustrating and confusing manner.

……

The only thing I came back with was a silent gaze... that's all.

He wasn't as human as he used to be when he was in the middle of the year, or it looked like he had just lost something important.

The empty doll inside is pretending to be a human and trying to spend the day... so creepy.

Say something.

"... ah... it's a nice day, isn't it?"

Huh?

Probably, but I've never met a crude, brash, kid like me.

This is a new pattern, I don't know how to handle it... it was a damn response that I could hear that sub voice.

In the meantime, I followed the instructions to say something, and it was just a temple response that was sent out in a state of fear.

Come on, what?

"... I'm a Lina."

No, that's right......

Ah, even if I think about it now, it's like a small, embarrassing black history first contact... who answers questions without even knowing what he wants to hear, and who answers such questions in an inorganic manner.

I really don't know what I wanted to do anymore... but it's just a nuisance.

Sit down ~, let's start the lesson ~

"Nh!... remember you."

……

Seriously, I don't know what I want to do, but I threw up a shitty discarded dialog... that's why I haven't been remembered for three years.

After that, I didn't make any progress, I was just bothering him.

... it wasn't until the end of the semester that I clearly changed my uncomfortable feelings.

─ That's how you make fun of me!

Invited to argue loudly, I found him surrounded by girls in the grass behind the pool, which was no longer used in class even during the summer vacation.

I was a fucking kid, and the first one was sympathetic to the girls around me.

That's right, his attitude is cheerful, I don't know what you're thinking, I think you'd better be more affectionate.

……

But the opposite is coming out of my heart.

Why are you pleading guilty to it? You don't have to know what you're thinking, I don't even know what you're thinking...

Besides, he was mad at me for not telling him what to do, so it's ridiculous, right?

Then I saw one of the girls finally reach out to him, and my feet and mouth came out unconsciously.

Hey, I'm not ticking the teacher.

Hey! Sugo!

Come on!

Even so, my arm was strong, and I didn't say anything myself, but I was able to do sports and study, so the class casts were expensive.

That's why I thought the flags were bad when I turned to the enemy... the girls left immediately.

"... why don't you just do it again?"

Thank you for your help?

"Why don't you answer the question and thank me?"

I don't know why, but I was really... really upset at that time.

It was as if he was tied to something and unable to move, so he didn't like it as if he was trying to do what he had learned.

I was very angry at why you were so inconvenient.

"Why are you so handicapped?"

When I noticed it, I heard it out loud and directly.

Why am I so unconscious when I'm just standing there doing nothing like you?

I don't like it when you deprive me of my freedom.

... but such misplaced feelings will also fade away at the next moment.

─ Mother, she's gone.

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That's what makes him cry.

I saw his face for the first time.

His raw emotions appeared for the first time.

For the first time, I knew why I was so aware of him.

I can't imagine from him right now, but at this time, he's more unstable than ever... and his mother must have died because she loved it from what she said and did.

I don't have to be that close to each other. My family's unhappiness is quite enduring.

... and I touched it without knowing it.

Wah, rui......

That's why I'm such an idiot. It's the first time I realize that I like him.

Because I'm an idiot, it was the first time I saw his crying face and understood it. It was just a way of being conscious.

It was only at this time that he disturbed his emotions, and he returned to his clear face as usual.

……

But the way I picked it up, the way he looked at it changed a lot.

Until then, you shouldn't look like a young child tied to something and unable to behave as you please, from someone like a doll who doesn't know what to think.

... I mean, I couldn't let go... I wanted to be supported by his power.

I'm sure she wanted to be special to the woman she loved... but she wanted to help the injured child.

But, as I've been saying, I was just a stupid little kid who could study, so I couldn't get around.

That's why... in the three years before I graduated from middle school, I had three years, but I didn't even remember him.

Even though I was agonized about that, by the time I entered high school, he had started to fold there, or did the pseudo-state become better... we were just a sample of ordinary people's behavior, and there was no problem there on the surface.

... but I feel like I can see his crying face through the hallway or peeking out of the classroom.

I want him to laugh from the bottom of his heart, but I can't think of a way without that kind of power... I don't even know a person named Ichina well in the first place.

I hit the game with such an overwhelming emotion.

It was also good that there were visible indicators of karma values in games that were due to be officially launched around the second semester of high school year.

... so I did my best to help someone I couldn't help him with.

So, regardless of the player or NPC, I watched the figure of the karma value that rises as long as I help people, and comforted myself with the false comfort of saying, "Ah, I can properly save you."

Of course, I liked games purely, but NPCs who behaved in a realistic way that was completely indistinguishable from real people combined, so I became even more involved in games.

That's the third day since the service officially started... when the incident happened.

Yeah, that's him.

It's his debut game now called Genocider.

That's what killed us, that's what.

I didn't really notice it at first.

Didn't you notice your first love habit? I might be asked... because I only knew the handicapped.

I thought my face was similar, but I couldn't find a connection between a person named Lina and a player named Lena in me.

So in the beginning, I interrupted my help, and I was outraged at him who could easily harm NPC or players.

Later, I was a little shocked to find out who Lena was.

What am I supposed to do... if I can't help him and I'm acting as a righteous man in this game instead... but what if he gets saved?

No, but while I'm playing this game, I'm getting attached to the NPCs, and I don't think I'm anymore... what should I really do?

... I came to the conclusion that I was unfamiliar with the feeling of gluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The first time, at the first official event, I was thrilled to declare war.

Still, if you think about it again, go back to the basic part, "I don't know anything about him at all."

So this time, unlike three years ago, this time... don't run away, don't be afraid, just poke it a little and I thought I'd touch the guy that's about to break.

... when I said it was going to break, it was actually me.

But gradually I thought, "Oh, he's enjoying the game."

I only knew the crippled one... unlike the one who behaved freely.

I didn't feel sorry for him, I thought he was cool.

That's why, unlike games, the contrast with real people is very noticeable.

"... hey, one."

What is it?

I still am... when I call him, he looks back with the plastic umbrella I gave him... he looks like a terrible, incapacitated, breathless kid who stays wet in the rain.

There is no cool and free behavior that makes me feel irresistibly angry, like I accidentally cut off the front and ruined the tone of speech.

But I don't have any levels, no stats, and I can't save anybody in real life.

"Don't forget to come..."

……

"I haven't barked you yet."

That's why all I can do is invite you to a fun playground.

"... yes, I won't lose my temper playing with Masaki-san."

Hmm! I wonder!

That way, in the game world, I can bump into you from the front.

You'll be free for a while... and now I'll beat you in a place like that.

... there's nothing different about being a gamer, so I simply don't like the fact that you haven't won the winning star because you're just losing or drawing.

"Look at me, I can't believe you hit me from the front."

"... I see."

Unexpectedly bends his mouth to the shape of a bow and squeezes silently.

It's always like this, embarrassing, or if I don't know what to do, I always take this attitude.

"Promise, I don't know...."

"... I see, that must be fulfilled more and more."

Hmm!

Well, that's it... if that's all right with you, I don't mind. I am.

"Bye, keep your body warm so you don't catch a cold."

"Yeah, you be careful."

Keep looking at the back of a strip entering the Decay Mansion without looking back at Kochira.

"... did I fail?"

Looking at that wet little back, I regret even now that I should have prepared a towel.

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