Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

"... are you here?"

Looking for the Madokas, running around, must be tired.

Isoya walks in, sweating just a little on her forehead.

The location is on the third floor of the hospital.

At the center of a large hall with reception and waiting rooms, she was there.

"Hey, when it came to a world like this, I wish I had a kid like you, you know. No way, seriously, I can't believe there's a fairy...... so where's a pretty kid named Baiyuno?

At the center, there was only one person, Isoya listens toward Gres.

"... fest"

To Isoya's inquiry, Gres raised his arm.

Along with that, a stream of water is created around the grease.

The magic of water.

Grease's most powerful attack magic is the answer to Isoya.

No conversation. I didn't want to.

Gres unleashes the magic of water on Isoya's abdomen.

"Whoa!

Isoya easily erased Gres' unleashed magic by waving the gavel she had.

No, I turned it down.

So small that it evaporates quickly.

"You would have done that earlier, fairy. Don't waste it, I hope you get caught quietly. It's okay, 'cause I'm not gonna kill you. If I kill you, I'll bring you back to life, and you'll have no problem."

"Fess!"

Gres releases the magic of the water one after the other, so as to block Isoya's words.

But when all of that touches the gavel that Isoya has, it becomes smaller and disappears.

"Ah. Mendoxa. You look like a person, but you're retarded. It's no use, but what do you want?"

Isoya shows frustration.

Indeed, the acts that Gres is doing will look futile to Isoya.

But this is what Gres is after.

Gress wanted to make sure.

Isoya's ability to make it smaller. Which ability is that?

Isoya herself?

Is it the ability of the gavel you have?

Or what else?

To find out for sure, once now, Gres was releasing magic to Isoya.

And as a result, Gres finalises it.

Isoya's ability to make it smaller is that of a gavel.

When Gres' magic gets smaller, there is magic flowing through Isoya's gavel.

(... All right. This is as expected. Then later......)

After Madoka declared that she would crush Isoya, Gres asked Madoka.

Before Madoka fights, she wants to fight.

Because I want to confirm about Isoya and I want to do it.

That is also necessary to ensure that Madoka crushes Isoya, and then Madoka and Gres worked out an operation to defeat Isoya.

So far, the operation is proceeding as planned.

"... it's time for thirty minutes. We don't have much time here. Mr. Gaomaro, you scare me when I piss you off... you can't help it."

Isoya, waving a gavel, takes something out of her pocket, whether she was annoyed by the magic of grease, which is relegated constantly.

"This is what Mr. Yakuma gave me, shall I use it"

It was a single golden syringe.

"You don't have a lot of numbers, but, well, if you're a kind heart Lily Noh, you'll show up screaming again if the fairy gets stabbed by this. I guess we're not that far away anyway."

(... That's, like, crap!

What I feel from the syringe is a sign of too vicious magic.

Previously seen from inside the syndicate, on the same signs as the dragon, Gres stops unleashing the magic of water and sets himself up.

"Oh? Do you know how bad this syringe sucks? But I'll waste it. This syringe is inevitable..."

"Fess!"

Gres jumped out to distance himself from Isoya.

Isoya, who saw Gres pop out, lifted one leg, swung it wide and threw the syringe as much as she wanted......

"So, no use...... sooooo!?

Before throwing the syringe, Isoya sneaks off in a grand way.

"I don't know... what do you want, here?

Isoya reached out and noticed the presence of a liquid scattered on the ground.

"Lotion? Why is this stuff..."

A null thing hangs around Isoya's body.

(No, that's slime...)

One of Gres' specialties.

Operation of the slime.

While he was unleashing magic on Isoya, he was secretly sprinkling slime on the floor.

Besides, all the slimes in this room are specially made by Gres with his magic in mind.

Even Syndicate can't get out of this slime easily and has given Gres new possibilities (sexuality).

(At that time, Master Syndicate, who was panicking with slime, was cute...)

"Ku..., this stuff, if you turn it down..."

Isoya tries to get up and take the gavel and syringe that she let go of when she gets cocky.

"What!?

But in the slime of grease, which slips too slippery, the slender Isoya gets cocky.

"Ku...... damn...... yeah?

Isoya, who tumbled and hit him in the back of the head, realizes.

(But even if this guy is cocky, it's just disgusting)

That there are tons of silver shining things stuck to the ceiling.

Given what it is, and this is the hospital, I can immediately guess.

It's a blade.

Females, scissors, and other hospital tools used for surgery, tearing people apart, and gathering using slime.

(Immediately, let's get it over with)

"... fest!

Gres' specialty part two.

One of the auxiliary magics, the weapons that were hidden using the magic of the cover-up system and so on, descends toward Isoya, who is falling.

"Ku...... damn!

Isoya has no gavel.

Equipment, basically, cannot be used unless it is equipped and held in hand.

So Isoya turns down the downpouring tools, and cannot avoid them.

The tools are motivated by the slime used to stick to the ceiling, resulting in heavy silver rain.

"... fest... fest"

Rough breaths leak out of Gres's mouth.

Use magic to manipulate the slime.

Including the amount of magic that's pouring into the slime, it's time, the limit of grease is close.

This is Gres' last attack.

For dozens of seconds, when the silver rain that kept falling stopped, it was as if, in a machine gun sweep, there were tons of holes in the floor.

"I freaked out......"

But there's only one place, one place that's not available.

"Seriously, this sucks. Damn, seriously..."

Isoya, who was at the center of the place, turned his eyes to Gres.

Around Isoya, a transparent membrane unfolds.

It's a warrior's skill, "S.H.I.E.L.D."

This must have prevented the silver rain earlier.

The 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' around Isoya disappears naturally.

Isoya, get up.

"Huh... Ha, there's a hole in the floor, and the lotion's gone, isn't it? You're a jerk."

So Isoya exhaled.

"... you little prick, lick. First, tear off the feathers. The next time I crush my hands, feet, I'm gonna put them in a bottle and I'm gonna urinate them! Don't think you'll be forgiven for dying, Kolaaaa!!

Isoya barks.

Turn your anger away.

"First, use this' hammer out '..."

Isoya reached for the gavel she had just dropped.

"... Huh?

But the hand I stretched, stayed put, stopped.

Because the hammer and syringe were teased with plants like snails at some point.

"... it's this way that I won't tolerate."

Isoya turns to the voice she suddenly hears.

Underfoot, about two meters from Isoya, she was there.

Soon, there she is, dressed in a golden maid just like Gres.

"... taste the pain the cat has tasted!!

She, Madoka, screams.

Then, from the empty holes around Isoya, a plant as thick as a man's arm grew, and began to strike Isoya.

"Wow!? Something, here...!?

The plant, in an instant, wears the body of Isoya.

The plant twats, each intertwined, make five large collections, which, as if, are the hands of man.

"It's a crumb. The perfect name for you to flirt with the cat... no, is that rude to this girl"

After seeing the hands of the plants that completely enveloped Isoya with their truly cold eyes, Madoka says coldly.

"... crush it"

At that moment, from inside the plant, I could hear what would break the cockroach.

Then, a little later, from the palm of the plant, red blood overflows.

"... Phew"

Turning toward Gres, Madoka closes her eyes and exhales.

It was like a silent prayer.