Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

"Syndicate's not honest, either."

Convenience store near school.

Usually, a popular store where students and neighbors come to buy lunch are always in the store.

But now there's no shadow of it.

All the merchandise in the store has been robbed, and even the ATM has been destroyed.

To such a convenience store cashier, a boy sitting on his back.

He was observing Syndicate and Sai on machines like mobile consoles.

Kotalou.

"The Brave Men of the Sanctuary"

He seemed to enjoy the interaction between Syndicate and Sai with a smile.

"He said something about how his tits felt about the reason he brought Mr. Changchun back to life, but it would really be different"

He's not talking to himself.

He's not alone right now.

"Well, it's also possible that Syndicate herself hasn't noticed. You haven't noticed, or are you still in a state of sensation? Hey, what do you think?

Yes, Kotalou asks me, and the girl who was quietly standing behind Kotalou opens her mouth.

"... I don't know. It just seemed to me that the star was really being mean to her body..."

The girl had very long, beautiful, dark hair.

Her name is:

Mahogany shellfish.

Haiso's subordination, a girl whose torso was cut by a black cama dragon, her body torn apart, and she was supposed to be dead.

"... you're no different when you die."

Like a shudder, Kotalou looks at Mao.

"Well, being reborn can change because you're born. It just didn't work out for nothing."

"Waste......?

Mao puts his neck up.

"Oh, wasting your cool, showing off all the weapons you've just been given in vain, wasting your time trying dragons to kill you, wasting your head working, killing more than seventy lives because of you, wasting your time, right?

"... right"

Mao had a quiet face, even if he was cursed that it was futile about his own death.

"'Anyone who's rambling, you can undo it! So, try not to kill anyone, good luck!' Or something like that, I was fanning everyone by shaking the beauty... did you want to stand on people so badly?

To Kotalou's words, Mao just gets annoyed.

Just accept the words.

"Ready? Beautiful words should only be used by strong men. Weak guys like you line up pretty things, they don't do a lot of things."

Because Kotalou is better than Mao.

"Got it? Master Demon King?

Because Kotarou is the brave man who defeated Mao.

Empress of the Ouma Empire.

Demon King.

Demon King Nyfall Ouma Glore

That's Mao's name up to five years ago.

The name I threw away when I was overwhelmed by Cotarou, who secretly entered the castle, and fell in love.

The moment it became the name Kotarou named Mahogany Shellfish (Kamaio), she fell under Kotarou.

Because I fell in love.

Love is a falling thing.

So Mao silently accepts Kotalou's curse.

"... Yes"

Mao replies honestly.

There is no objection.

Mao thought he was sincerely grateful for Kotalou's words.

A harsh word, that gives you a self that doesn't get to you.

The curse of Kotarou is reprimand.

Scolding.

I mean, Mao is thrilled that Kotalou is educating himself.

Mao is always passive against Kotarou.

But I didn't take it.

Love begins with a mistake.

And it goes on as a mistake.

This is what Mao hears about Kotalou now.

"Be strong. Be strong and be able to protect everyone next time. And be a strong king, and make a nation with me '

and.

Mao is impressed by the kindness of Kotalou, saying it's a strictly warm word.

(I can't believe you let me come back to life and say even more...... thank you so much)

I have to return this favor.

But that opponent is not Kotarou.

Kotarou can't be happy about anything to the extent that he can.

So let's give it back to the others.

Someone, to another, powerless people.

This thought is the origin of Mao's mercy.

So Mao can't give love only to Kotarou.

Because charity is something you can apply by taking a higher position than your opponent.

"... after all, those guys over there can't. It's not funny. Such a moron was the king."

Like that, on the surface, Kotalou snaps at honest Mao.

Kotalou is aware that Mao is distorting the story and accepting it.

There's no fun in having a conversation with someone like that.

"... if Syndicate was the other guy, I guess we could have had a little more meaningful conversation"

"... it can't be!

Suddenly, Mao, who has ever had a quiet tone, abhors his voice.

"There is no way that a mere pervert like him, incompetent, can give Mr. Kotalou a meaningful time!

Always a passive mao against Kotalou, but the only time I disagree with Kotalou.

It's about Syndicate.

Mao's mistakes are blurred to the surface as Kotarou's trust in the overly high Syndicate inspires Mao's overly high jealousy.

"That doesn't change, either, you know. Syndicate took down the dragon that killed you."

"That's because Master Kotalou is excellent! Nothing, such as his power! Oh no... such a dirty bloody man...!

Mao begins to rise early with words that glorify Kotarou and curse Syndicate.

Love is involved...... there are no more ugly, and meaningless emotions than the jealousy with which love is involved.

Most of the time, it's because it's a mistake or a delusion.

Listening to such a futile explosion of emotion, Kotalou looks at the school where the Syndicates are.

From the bottom of my mind, you failed, Kotalou thought.

Originally, Kotalou brought Mao into this world, or brought him back to life, could be something similar to the real reason Syndicate brought Sai back to life.

Sei has also changed, and I don't know if I'm going to be able to play that expected role, but there will still be opportunities to change.

Because I'm with Syndicate.

But Mao may be too late.

"Ha..."

Kotalou sighs.

"... it's early"

Kotalou said, without looking back.

Soon, Mao's loud words have stopped.

"Maysay... Syndicate..."

As Kotalou looked back, there stood a thin, dirty man wrapped around his worn coat.

"Long time no see. Mushok's old man."

In that dirty hand hangs Mao's, no-one can say anything more.

"... ahhh. Die in vain again... too soon, you die."

Kotarou takes the shield out of the iGOD and sets it up.

"Maysay...... Sinjiyyyyyy!

A man barks.

My eyes run blood and my mouth is littered with spit.

"Oh, that name, it's a fake name. My real name is Kotalou."

"... Kotalou?

Kotarou sets up a shield, without alarm.

It's a war scene.

We must be vigilant.

All the best.

We have to die.

The man in front of you is the man who devastated the army of the Ouma Empire from the front.

"Jobless Wanderer"

"Prophet of your moves," "Forbidden thief of your masterpiece," "Samurai of bareback fights."

The strongest in the world. Line up with them that seem closest to God...... no, stronger than that, the strongest man in the world.

"... Kotalou... Kotalou... Kotalou, Kotalou, Kotalou, Kotalou, Kotalou, Kotalou, Kotalou, Kotalou, Kotalou, Kotalou..."

The man growls and strikes at Kotarou.

(... after all, can't we go together)

Kotalou thinks as he focuses on his shield.

(With Syndicate, I wanted to enjoy this unusual world)

The moment a man's palm touches the shield of a cotarou, the world around him is transformed into white by the intense light.

"Have fun, Syndicate. Until my minute."

When the light subsided, nothing existed in that space.

Convenience stores, men, and cottalows.

Disappearing.

There was just one vacant lot left with nothing.