Sekai ga Death Game ni Natta no de Tanoshii desu

A dozen, not a dozen, flames.

A few meters from its flames, a dozen figures can be seen.

People were lining up behind it, too.

A dozen shadows... men, some in student clothes, but they are happily touching their hands and shaking.

And when the anguish of those who were leaning was over, those who were lined up behind them.

I gave some instructions to the women and the girls, and I started letting them stand in front of me.

They are all shivering cold being made to do red minisca Santa Claus or reindeer cosplay.

One of the men tells them something.

Then they rushed to the athletic field in unison.

I guess he escaped.

For in the hands of a dozen men, each appeared a mass of flame.

"... are you okay?

With the agitation of Syndicate and the word 'burning', conveyed from slight breathing sounds, etc., Yurina somehow wonders what happened.

"... oh"

Syndicate exhales while trying not to see a few new and increased flames.

"... no, it's not okay after all. It's tighter than I thought."

"... Really?"

When the world began to change, Syndicate wasn't at the distance right in front of him, but he was closer than he is now, and I've seen a living person get killed... but the emotions I didn't feel at all at that time eroded Syndicate.

Why not?

People are being killed, even though it doesn't change.

(... people, is that why?

The sight of Syndicate being killed by someone she had ever seen was almost a thing that would be killed by a dead ghost or demon.

But the sight of Syndicate that I just saw was that a man, a living man, was killing a living man.

He was laughing and hitting his hands, enthusiastic and joyful, killing people.

There is no instinct or irresistible natural cooking to live, no exchange of life with each other like battle, no pride or misery like war.

It was just that there was unilateral pleasure and pain.

(... I guess it's a game)

I don't know exactly what they were saying, but I can predict.

Let the girls escape and magically nag them, game.

We don't get hurt ourselves, we surround ourselves with a dozen people, so the girls never get away with it, and we were on one side. Blink, game.

That's what they enjoy.

That's, like, no hard work, easy fun.

(… enjoy 'easy'. The opposite is true. True and reverse fucking gay)

Enjoy 'Easy'. That means enjoying making it 'easier'.

Never, never enjoy 'easy' things.

"... do it"

"Are you okay now?

"Oh, I guess I get it. Security isn't tight, and I'll just get it over with. Yakuma's not out there, and he's gonna infiltrate."

As for Yakuma and Gaomaro, after that, Hanzo sent me data on the image to confirm it.

The people who fall into those two categories were not among those who were outside earlier.

I wasn't there, which means that the people out there are the people who do that, regardless of whether Gaomaro or Yakuma isn't there, and that makes me sick.

"Sure, some places are like laboratories..."

At that time, Syndicate crouched.

…… What's the matter, sir?

Did you even hear the sound of the wind that occurred when you crouched, and Yurina throws a question.

"... sorry, I'll cut one end"

"Huh? Oh, hey..."

Little answer to that question, Syndicate cuts off her call with Ulina.

All that remained was silence.

Nothing else.

No, it should be.

Syndicate looks at the glass, the cloud bell college, as she crouches.

(... where?

It was, it was, but I did feel it, stuff.

In an attempt to find out who it is, Syndicate stares.

(This one, I bet you can barely even see him in '| Funny Air (Black Joke)'...)

In the athletic arena, the men are haunted.

Not them.

Girls holding back behind them, but not.

More, somewhere else...

And Syndicate found it.

Boys' school building rooftops.

There, standing on two legs, things.

The mouth has sharp fangs and horns on the forehead.

I have wings on my back and my whole body is covered in orange scales.

(... Dragon?

For a moment, I saw it, and Syndicate decided so, but I'll change it soon.

(No, is that...!?

Then it turned its face toward Syndicate.

As it moves, the two legs point toward the syndicate, and the cloth on the lower back… the skirt flickers.

(Girl......!?

Syndicate kicked the floor.

Immediately after that, the sound of the glass breaking.

"... are you serious?"

In the place where Syndicate was crouching, on the roof of the boys' school building until earlier...... hundreds of meters were like dragons, things like girls, at a distance that was lightly crossed.

I guess it flew in.

That distance, in an instant.

"... those clothes, those uniforms, right? Why are you wearing that with the cat, the elementary..."

You look familiar, Dragon? She? s putting up the topic of the uniform she's wearing, while Syndicate sets up a double sword.

Does the conversation make sense or is it the subject of such intent?

"... go"

"... go?

But.

"... golooooooooooooo!

What returned was a growl.

"... damn!

From Syndicate's twin swords, flames and ice blow out.

"Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!

Something like a dragon, like a girl, hits the syndicate.

... then a few minutes.

In the rubble of a completely collapsed building, there were two shadows.

One is how things look like dragons, like girls.

And the other was a falling syndicate, overlooked by things like that dragon-like girl.