Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

"For now, that's it."

The assaulting male student Death Ghost defeated, and the female student Death Ghost led her to the cafe. Syndicate succeeded in bringing three new Death Ghosts to the cafe.

It's already dark out there.

Electricity still seems to be alive.

Syndicate has the cafe light on.

The city also had street lights and house lights everywhere.

Though it is suspicious how many people live in this.

Syndicate sees the dead ghost he brought.

Included among them are the students in those yore pants.

And all the dead ghosts were in their underwear.

Glasses in vermilion underwear. Female students also look like underwear.

Find out what caused the death.

It is a natural act.

Syndicate looks at each and every one of the ex-girlfriend high school dead ghosts in their underwear as they fill their noses with tissues.

Everyone has a red hole in their left chest uniformly.

but.

Syndicate doesn't even try to see that wound.

(Not yet, I don't know yet)

Syndicate takes a careful, slow look at the dead bodies.

In order from the top.

Some things shake with a pull, others shake with a yusa.

Some things are cuddly tight, some things are sloppy and deronic.

Some things are slurried and stretched, others are punipuni and soft.

The tissue stuffed in Syndicate's nose had already been stained crimson, but this man still didn't give up investigating.

Syndicate observes the limbs of the female students who, like the female students with glasses, have become deadbeats from underarms to the back of their feet.

Especially the women's eyeglasses in the vermilion underwear with the largest chest size and the women's students in pants with eyelids with lime greens were allowed to remove their bra and examine it without neighborhood because of the investigation of the cause of death.

Syndicate came to a conclusion that the color of the vertex of a female student with serious pearl glasses was slightly burnt brown and the vertex of a female student with lime green yore pants who seemed to be playing a little bit was slightly sacramento.

"I don't know why they died! This needs to bring in the female students' dead ghosts tomorrow to investigate!!

To Syndicate, I had the pleasure of tomorrow.

Again, Syndicate, who made her dream pasta as dinner, was watching the Dead Ghost girl student who had brought her in vaguely, eating pasta.

By the way, the dead ghosts dressed in underwear are back on their feet again.

Exactly, it was against Syndicate's gentlemanly something to see a woman in her underwear until she was eating.

Only two of them, however, have things that don't look like school uniforms.

It's a girl with glasses and a pair of yore pants.

These two are dressed in cafe uniforms.

Cafe uniforms like classic maid clothes were popular with the boys students.

Of course I like Syndicate.

So I put the cafe uniform on the two of the dead ghosts I brought in that were Syndicate's preference.

They both look great.

... if your face is empty and you don't have a knob on your forehead, though.

"I wonder what it is..."

The rice didn't taste good.

Syndicate somehow says to the girl with glasses.

"Want some dinner?

Say, Syndicate laughed.

I'm saying something stupid. So I mocked myself.

But the glasses girl nods and sits opposite Syndicate.

"... Huh?

Syndicate, surprised by the unexpected reaction, quickly regains her composure.

"Oh, no... because I ordered it"

Scratching her cheeks like she was in trouble, Syndicate rises from her seat.

"Ask him out, you weren't ready. Wait a minute."

For the number of dead ghosts I brought.

I made you my dream pasta.

"... do you normally eat meshi"

Syndicate the cooking at the table, ordering the women turned into dead ghosts to eat their rice.

The girls usually use forks to eat pasta.

Syndicate, who was observing the condition, realizes that there is.

"How to eat...... no"

Individuals eat differently for girls.

Girl students in yore pants eat without entangling pasta in a fork, while female students in glasses eat cleverly wrapped around them.

I wonder what that means.

Syndicate thought.

Put it in this situation, Syndicate knows too much.

"... Speaking of which, you had a bulletin board"

The syndicate moves the tablet to display the general message board.

There are several threads made, like some famous bulletin board, written in the language of various countries.

In the meantime, a syndicate that lets you display only the bulletin board of the Japanese title.

"" Information Sharing Thread PART7, "" [Tokyo] Survival Report No.5, "" [Warrior?] Recommended Occupation 2nd Transfer "," The case of militia being too self-defensive and useless 3 Self-defense "," [Gacha] Weapon Gacha Per Report "............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Syndicate gathered information while streaming and reading the threads displayed.

"..." about HP sucking if you were letting a super cute JS dead ghost bite your arm "... you still have the one who does stupid things in this situation. We'll see about this later. Well, as expected, we don't all seem to know that much about anything."

Some writings were validating against the Dead Ghost, but they were not often the same as the information Syndicate knew.

"It's only day one, and can't we all afford that much?"

The syringe will power down the tablet.

The Dead Ghost girls who were eating had already finished their meals.

"At the end of the meal, you get a personality."

The glasses lady was supposed to have had pasta with meat sauce but the dish didn't have sauce on it and it was beautiful, and the dishes of the girl with the yore pants were sticky and dirty.

"Personality…? Speaking of which, me. I don't even know the names of these kids."

Syndicate looks at the glasses girl sitting in front of her.

I don't even know the name, the girl who became a monster called Dead Ghost.

... I know the color of the vertex, but Syndicate doesn't know a bit about what sights I've seen behind the edged glasses.

"... hey, what's your name?

Syndicate asked jokingly.

I didn't expect a response.

In front of her, she hears orders and moves, but her eyes are vain and uncivilized, for they were exactly like puppets.

"... Minami"

"To?"

That's why I was surprised.

To the fact that a girl who was murdered by a haunted object and turned into a moving corpse uttered words.

"Huh... can you talk?

……

But no reply.

"Empty ears?

Syndicate tilts her neck.

I get a little anxious that it was an illusion.

Just myself in a world full of monsters.

Did I hear a reply that I didn't even hear because of my romance?

Try asking the same question to put out the anxiety.

"... what's your name?

"... Minami"

Again, I could hear your reply.

"... I knew we could talk!?

After that, Syndicate is a girl with glasses in her pearl pants.

I asked Toyohashi Minami various questions.

And I tried other girls to verify to some extent what I found out.

As a result, we found out more than that.

Perhaps the only thing I can reply to is what the girls themselves know with the answers.

For example, if you ask me the name of Minami, I'll respond, but if I ask you the name of Syndicate, you won't answer me.

Also, what is the name of the Prime Minister of Time or 1 +1 =? I can answer such questions as knowing the answer, but what do you think will happen to Japan in the future 134 + 167 =? I couldn't seem to answer anything I had to think about at all.

Syndicate had often recalled examples of human brains being likened to tans.

"You can draw memories... but you mean you can't use the things you pull out"

This is probably why the way we ate fell apart.

Syndicate sighs loudly.

Because it's troublesome.

When I collected the material...... no, I felt thin the first time I manoeuvred the iGOD before that, I felt the inconvenience clearly appeared in front of me.

"Well... isn't it a problem for you to act alone"

Exhaling to change her mind, Syndicate looks at the girl in front of her...... Minami's face.

The next girl in yore pants.

Miyuki.

Ordinary girl.

I also see the face of the peas and the suzuki.

Dead.

Definitely.

Earlier, the girls were definitely dead, even though they had asked for names and talked to each other for experiments.

You know what I mean.

Your eyes are empty, your mouth is open. And you're not moving.

And more importantly, less lively.

Syndicate took Minami's hand.

Cold...... but not as good as I thought.

Syndicate used to remember holding that hand when her grandmother died.

The moment I gripped it.

I remembered that it was frightening and cold.

Those hands seemed colder than any other thing in the world.

More than that, there was temperature in Minami's hand.

Of course, if Minami was alive and at this temperature, it would be the kind of temperature that would immediately be taken to the hospital.

I'm not alive.

This temperature is caused by the movement of the body.

Dead. Dead.

Syndicate was hugging Minami when she realized.

"... he's dead... right? If you're alive... if you do this... you don't want to...?

From Minami, there's no response.

Syndicate was just a little relieved by it...... her chest tickled just a little.

The time is 0: 00.

The first day of the world, which has changed, is over.