Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

"This looks like a regular rice balls."

"Oh, normally, it's rice and miso soup made with ingredients found in this world. Well, rice is mineral-rich rice made of algae salt, and he's the guy who made it with the finest miso and stock."

Syndicate, try the rice balls.

The sweetness and flavor of rice pushes me like a raging tao.

Next, miso soup.

The taste, salt and aroma are all high.

But...

"But for some reason, it's not good, is it? Compared to the dish the girl made for me this morning. Over there, even though the ingredients are worse."

Kotalou says sorry to have the rice balls.

"You..."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, okay? It's not like I heard my heart. I can if I want to. Well, what Syndicate thinks, you can almost tell by the look on his face. And I just think so, too."

Kotarou looks a little lonely.

"Using" The Decided Invisible Prank (Dice Trick) "you can eat the finest dishes made of the finest ingredients. Just that much. No matter how you change your settings, it doesn't make for heartfelt handicrafts."

Kotalou put the rice balls back on the plate.

"They ate food from different worlds, which is what caused it. Because I thought if you had a taste that you had never eaten, you could eat it without feeling uncomfortable. If it's mass-produced in a factory, it's easy to reproduce it."

Kotalou drinks the juice in the glass.

And when I put the glass down, I snapped a potpourri.

"Really, it's an unusable force."

The voice was so loud that I didn't know if I could hear it, but Syndicate heard it clearly.

As much as what Kotarou thinks, Syndicate can tell by looking at his face as well.

"... hey, its a skill or profession, could there be a personal difference,"

To change the darkened atmosphere, Syndicate decided to ask questions from herself.

"Oh, most people can be warrior fighters, travelers, entertainers, wizards, therapists, technicians, who are basic jobs. Of course, there are exceptions everywhere, and even in that profession, it is appropriate for some people."

Kotalou answers the question without getting his hands on the rice balls and drinking the juice.

"But for example, my 'playmaker' or Syndicate's 'home guard' says it's an inherent job, and some people don't even see that profession in the first place"

"Hmm...... Is' Home Guard 'Rare"

I can't believe you can manipulate the things that are in your room, for sure, it would be a force that pretty much falls into the kiwa stuff category.

Syndicate that makes me happy inside, knowing I'm special.

No one will be unhappy when they say they are special.

"Well, since there are quite a few Nettles and Freelancers these days, there may be quite a few who have the qualities of 'home guards'"

"Hey!"

As if I saw through how Syndicate felt like that, Kotalou comes to say that the tension goes down.

Syndicate also read on the bulletin board the writings of people struggling with choosing a profession as' home guard ', so I thought it was a profession that anyone could become.

"But if you're a Syndicate, you're in a secondary position. When you're a senior, you have a completely original profession."

"... Really?

"Oh," Home Guard, "there won't be anyone who remains that capable of fighting. I think you know from the bulletin board, but most of the other 'home guards' were asleep."

Syndicate that recalls the contents of the writing.

Sure, mostly.

"Wooch wwww, don't move - wwww"

"suck wwww suck www pee www leak www"

"Kaah-chan, I'm sorry... I just don't work... (" Super Internal Valentine's Day "as it is, me moving the console in the room. I can do intuitive manipulations and progress the other way!

'I wonder if this is a symptom of muscle weakness experienced by astronauts............ well, I mean, it's a Neat = universe!

All the content feared that the body could not move, such as… with some exceptions, it was all the time.

"Shall I tell you what profession? Senior positions in Syndicate"

"... you see?

"Naturally. I told you, didn't I? He said he could look down. We need to know the original information in that space in order to set it up."

When Kotalou manipulated the iGOD, a large amount of paper appeared behind Kotalou.

Paper everywhere, down to the foot of the syndicate.

"Name, address, height, and weight of all students in this school. It says everything from personal information about three sizes to inside information about hobbies, food preferences, people you like, things you usually think about, things you don't even know about talent or possibilities."

Hearing that, Syndicate stops trying to pick up the paper that was falling right around the corner.

"Here, turn it off. And you don't have to teach me your profession."

"Oh, yeah."

When Kotalou manipulated the iGOD, the paper disappeared in an instant.

"... that was tough"

To Syndicate's care, Kotalou laughs.

"Not really. It's not like I'm forced into my head."

But still, you can know everything about people.

Beautiful things, dirty things.

It's not a good thing.

Syndicate knows that.

"Not only can you put the information on paper, but you can reproduce it as flesh in real size, like naked girls you care about"

Kotalou is moving his fingers as he says with a burnt face.

"Seriously!?

That, to a dream story, of course Syndicate eats up.

"Oh, there was a time when I was close to work at a model job. I reproduced and touched the idol Sakurako Mayama and Shinji's favorite actress Mami Mochinaka."

That's it, duh, and Kotalou's face gets lonely again.

"Well, I knew it, too, for a flesh with a real, heart,"

"Kotalou......"

"Syndicate's butt felt many times better than the body of the actress she reproduced."

To Kotalou's words, Syndicate draws a chair reflexively.

"No, I'm kidding."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Let's leave it there, Mr. Shellfish or something."

"No, he doesn't feel well."

Hahaha and Kotalou laugh.

Really, I think it's pathetic about Mao, Syndicate.

So, fu reminds me.

"No, Shellfish, what's your profession?"

"Oh, his profession..."

Kotalou turns his attention to Syndicate's plate.

Syndicate's plate was already empty.

"Before we do that, shall we serve the last dish? Hey, get ready."

Kotalou says to the three little girls who were floating at the edge of the table.

Hearing the words, Vikri and the girls in golden maid clothes shook their bodies.

The girls, they don't want to move.

Until earlier, I worked feathers as well as I was healthy.

"... what are you doing? Preparation"

Pushed in precaution by Kotalou, the girls moved slowly as if they had noticed.

The golden girls clear the dishes on the table.

And one girl, from the kitchen, brought a plate made of white ceramic.

Other kids bring things like milk pots and something like baskets covered in cloth.

They started lining them up just in front of the syndicate.

"You don't eat cottalows?

"Oh, the last dish is just special for Syndicate"

The girls get rid of the plates and finish arranging the things they bring.

There was just a basket with something in it, a milk pot with things like maple syrup, and, nothing, an empty plate.

"Hmm? What? What am I supposed to eat?"

He said Syndicate was confused.

"Hey."

and Kotalou, urging the girls.

Then the three little girls slowly lined up side-by-side in front of the syndicate with a dark face opposite the color of their hair.

And keep your head down with the dust.

As Syndicate watched over what was there, the girls suddenly began to take off clothes like maid clothes made of that gold.

"To?"

Shy, one at a time, he took off his little clothes, to his underwear... he seemed to be wearing a small underwear.

I even took off my underwear and the girls looked like they were born with nothing on.

The golden girls, shy, with both hands, hide their shame.

"Hurry up."

The golden girls, told by Kotalou and naked, climb straight in line onto the plate and lie down.

Don't hide it.

Still, the girls, who were hiding something they didn't want you to see with both hands, slowly put their hands down.

Very, very pretty limbs.

When it was all over, on the plate in front of Syndicate, three little girls were naked and making three letters.

"No, it's me!?

Unexpectedly, a shouting syndicate.

Why, suddenly they showed me the girls' strip show, I didn't know.

"No, it's cooking. Last dish. Syndicate, you like women's bodies, don't you? It's just like that."

Notice what Kotarou is trying to say, Syndicate is wary.

"You... no way..."

"Yes, this is the last dish. Dessert. Golden Fairy Girl Dance Eater - With the Sap of the World Tree - Come on, Serve"

Kotalou, happy, spread his hands.