"Oh, you're back"
"Hi."
Noon. Voiced out by Zuo, who showed up at the Snow Oka Institute, Tired meets with a seeming illumination.
"It's also been... a long time since I've had Zao's tea... It's still the best..."
"Wow... my ancestors, the way you talk has gone back to normal. Even though you talk normally in the nettle, you start talking normally in real life."
"The passionate effect on Recommended 11 was…"
Tired said to Midori, poking.
"That's now... it's interrupted, so it shouldn't be back to normal... With this incident in mind, I decided to make a big difference. The way you talk is... difficult, but I'll try to be normal with that too."
"Hmm, are you going to start something?
Speaking with a smile, Junko asks "
"Yes, start... I'll just take care of the lack of exercise"
Whether Midori loses or really loses, Tired thinks it's the cause.
"With my true brother, I do early morning marathons every day. It seems to work."
Midori said, showing her teeth and laughing.
"Midori, that would be too much of a hurdle if I tried it on you. I'm embarrassed to run outside, so I'm making it a room marathon."
It was with what seemed surprising that Junko said he was ashamed to run outside. I was wondering if you had such shame.
"Well, you'd certainly be ashamed to run in white"
"I just wanted to say I should make it into a jersey, but don't you like to take off your white coat"
"I can't imagine Snow Oka in jersey. The one who looks best in this is Zao."
"I'm going to be like a gym teacher when I wear it"
True and Zuo say it orally.
"Junko, by the way. of my nurturing husband…"
Tired turns to the truth and changes the subject.
"Don't treat me too badly... please. That's not such a rotten man, so I'd like you to add and subtract it."
"You're killing your lover, dragging him into the game world and binding him, huh? It's rotten enough."
"It would be the root of all evil, having made literal abolitionists to mass produce electric spirits"
Midori and Truth stuck in response to the tired appeal.
"Well, if you say so, I'll think about it."
Basically, Junko only kept his mouth shut for true and tired because no matter what he was told about the way the experiment was held, he never lends much ear, but after calculating that it was his own request that Junko and his mind only became round these days, and that once he turned to his enemies and knew their inner details, he asked them to tire.
"How I became an electric spirit is not a compliment...... though. But I was dealing with him, and I didn't feel like a bad guy."
I try to say it was pure, and tiredness keeps me in mind. Because everyone here, including tired, is aware that pure humans are bad taches. Midori, who was a patriarch, would be particularly aware of it.
"Mm-hmm. Recommend 11, when you get here, all of a sudden RMT is becoming popular. Maybe it's because of more people. Besides, I miss China and all that."
Junko, who was putting out a holographic display in front of his face and reading and fishing for the Recommended 11 related bulletin board, squeaks in wonder.
"Huh, uh, what was that? Like I've heard before, like I won't ask."
Midori asks.
"Rikamanetsu - which abbreviation. Buying and selling money in the game for real money. There are quite a few vendors dedicated to that. When there was still national transportation during the day, Chinese vendors were especially into Japanese online games, and they said they were Chinese vendors, and they hated them, but I wonder why Chinese vendors are back again now..."
Junko wonders with his hand on his chin. There was a verse that came to mind in my exhaustion, but I decided to keep it quiet.
As large versioning finally approached tomorrow, Makihime was still adding more electric spirits today in real life.
The act of fishing for men is also divided as one of the tasks. I have a hard time making one electric spirit, but if I have to be tired anymore, I have to work hard. Besides, tiredness disappeared somewhere, just saying it served.
Bringing him into an unpopular place for electric spiritualization and putting a dream band on an abandoned man puts him in touch with an organization that goes through with Nyanton. Today alone is the third time. I also work with people in my organization and have them follow me in the form of having Machihihihime tailed.
Whatever you think, they are immigrants, silent, pack the man Machihihihime has wandered into the car. I have told them in advance that there are three of us today, so today is over.
No matter how much work you split up, it doesn't change how tired you get. If it was one person a day, it would still have been Dahl to hook up three people a day.
(I want to go home and play games soon)
Machihihihime had always thought so as he was rocked by the train and headed to his home. I really just want to go to bed right away, but I want to touch the world of Recommended 11 for just a little while before I go to bed.
But at home, an uninvited guest waited for Makhime.
When he saw the two old men and women in front of his home gate, Makhihihime was stunned. He was Machihihime's parents.
"Father, Mother, how could..."
"I wonder why not! You would naturally come to me wondering if something had happened, not even if I called you!
Machihihihime learns to be angry at her hysterical speaking mother. You've never been indifferent, but you even learn to be nauseated by the obvious soul gall of other children to give you their love or not, to sell your grace with full parental care.
"You don't seem to have anyone at home. When I ask my neighbors, the wife here, who always takes care of the garden, doesn't show up at all, let's just say. It's not about Maki, it's about your husband's mother."
Father says by revealing his disbelief.
"There's still no electricity on, and I'm pretty sure something went wrong. I also had my interest office look into it, but my husband doesn't seem to be a working man. I used to marry someone like that, even though I have assets."
After hearing his father's words, Machihihihime flashes. The very act of requesting an investigation from an interested party is also disgusting, but I doubt the couple will realize how strange they are, such as cursing them after doing so now.
"Something's not good. Aren't you in trouble? You're not the cause of this, are you?
Mother asks. I doubt myself first when I thought you were worried about me. I'm not worried because my daughter is in trouble. Our daughter may have committed a crime, so we're just worried about our public body. Machihihihime spotted that light.
"What are you silent about? Can't you say anything in front of your parents? I don't remember a child being able to behave like that."
I don't remember being tortured at all, but I wonder where the hell I remember being tortured in this father, Machihihime.
(Yes, these guys have been like this for a long time. That's why both my brother and sister gave up their love. Thin, concerned only with decency, and so prestigious and rotten. I don't try to understand how people feel at all. It's all about our decency and our preservation. child is a tool for that)
Even though he gave birth to himself and raised him, Machihihihime, with all these idiots, doesn't feel like holding any shards of gratitude or anything.
But it's not limited to these parents. We all did. Not all the humans Machihihime has ever seen in real life.
"Nobody, he... why can't you be more kind to people? What's so fun and hurtful? So you don't know what it's like to be a painful person?
Staring at his parents with a mixed look of sadness and anger, Makhihime asks.
My parents were overwhelmed by Makhihihime's gaze and dialogue and had lost their words. I was instinctively feeling signs of danger. But just because you guessed it doesn't mean you can do anything.
"Enough... everything..."
The fact that he also uttered a soothing voice and soothed himself in his own voice made him laugh strangely, and Makihime activated his abilities.
The ability to make electric spirits granted to him by his nurturing husband does not release spirits from his opponents out of his body without question and throw them as electric spirits into the game. Making it into a spirit can be done immediately in itself, but putting it in the game also requires wearing a dream band on the subject, and it takes a lot of work to do so.
In the case of Machihihime, he had dusted his opponent with instant sleeping pills, causing him to lose consciousness, and then activating the power of electric spiritualization. In Nyanton's case, he was passing out his opponent with cautionary power before going. Tatsuyoshi used tear sprays, stun guns, etc.
The ability that Makhihime has now activated is another force recently given to him by his nurturing husband.
Something like an electric shock radiated around Makhihihime's body, trying to wrap a vortex around it. Those pierced Makhihime's parents, and for a while the two continued to be electrocuted standing on their bars, but eventually fell to the ground like they had lost their liveliness.
Unexpectedly, Machihihime takes the dream band out of the bag, wears it and starts Recommended 11.
Make sure Machihihime's parents are drifting as electric spirits where they logged in. It is not a living spirit. The body is dead, and the spirit is sent to the computer world. In other words, I sent the Necromancer to Recommend 11 as an electric spirit. Moreover, before launching the dream band, it is immediately jumping across the space after death and sending it inside Recommended 11.
Another force that Makhihihime awakened was a substitute for creating an electric spirit of the Necromancer by exposing it to electric bioenergy coming from Makhihihime's body and killing it, rather than electrically spiraling it alive. However, it does not take much longer than making the electric spirits of living spirits, so we can kill more than one human at a time.
But this makes it impossible to be a player. Unless the body is alive and the brain is manipulating the game wearing a dream band, you can't let the electric spirit in as a player. Just drifting through computer space, just like my nurturing husband and Tomorrow incense. In other words, it was impossible to increase the number of players recommended 11, a useless ability to do so.
Satisfied with the confirmation of the killing and electrospiritualization of his parents, Machihihihime immediately logs out.
Rough breathing makihime. New abilities make fatigue even more intense. I have the illusion that life itself will be shredded.
"I'm going that way, too. - You're going to turn to the side that hurts you, right? That's enough. That's what you're supposed to do, right? Isn't that fun?
Crying and laughing, Makihime looked down at his parents' bodies and muttered.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Suddenly there was a scream. Neighbors were witnessing the end of the day.
I tried to activate my abilities again, but Machihihihime's conscience still stood in my mind
(No... You can't kill someone who's not guilty of anything...)
There was no way I could have imagined a godless Makhihime, who would have killed his neighbor without hesitation here, for example, who might not have had to create many tragedies later.