Chapter 8

"Well, what you said may be true," Shirou rolled his eyes and said angrily, "but even so, there's no need for me to encounter such inexplicable things! But if it's just a game that you want me to play, then I'll just play it."

[Speculation: The "inexplicable things" mentioned by the players refer to the phenomenon of soul, is this speculation correct? ]

The assistant said flatly.

"Huh? The phenomenon of the soul?" Shirou was taken aback for a moment. The word "souls" was not unfamiliar to him.

Then he recalled everything he encountered when he woke up and suddenly felt that the assistant was not wrong with the description, so he nodded following the other party's words, "Yes, besides this, isn't the only inexplicable thing left is your strange game?"

[The phenomenon of coming to another world has nothing to do with this simulation game. The simulation game will not take the initiative to transfer the player's soul to a different world without the player's consent. Please check the safety of each body part]

"Eh?" Shirou made a startled voice, "I suddenly come to Nagazora City...and you're saying you didn't do this?"

[That's right ]

Shirou immediately sensed something was wrong: "But didn't you ask for my opinion when you dragged me into this pure white space?"

[Negative, first, this private room is an independent space originally belonging to the player; second, entering the game requires actively sinking the consciousness into the depths of the soul and entering a state of deep sleep, which is the active choice of the player, not a behavior dominated by the simulation game]

"Are you kidding! What kind of crooked reasoning is this?" Shirou was dumbfounded, and his voice was angry, "No one in this world doesn't need to sleep, man!"

[After receiving feedback from the player, if the player wants to enter this private room they do not need to fall asleep, the player can turn off this function in the setting]

The assistant replied indifferently, like customer service who used robotic speech to deal with people. This inhumane but impeccable response made Shirou feel as if he had punched Cotton.

Although it was still hard to accept it deep down in his heart, Shirou was not an arrogant and unreasonable person.

Since the assistant lady gave a solution to the problem, he didn't have to continue to worry about such insignificant things. So Shirou naturally changed the topic: "Can you let me go back to Fuyuki City"

"Does it costs money to use these props?"

[Players can freely use the props in the warehouse, and the unobtained props need to be purchased with points]

"What are points?"

[Points are the common currency of the game mall, and players can obtain points through simulated rewards]

Shirou supported his forehead, feeling a little headache: "So you just want me to play this game?"

[According to our detailed analysis of the player's personality, the results obtained were that even if there is no benefit, there is a 100% possibility that the player will actively choose to join the game]

Shirou couldn't help laughing: "So confident? What if I refuse to participate in the game?"

[If the player has no intention to join the game, the player can choose to quit the game at any time]

The voice of the assistant lady remained emotionless, and then, the picture displayed on the virtual panel suspended in mid-air suddenly changed.

As the quiet music sounded, the words that had been played a minute ago flowed from bottom to top.

However, when Shirou saw a few sentences in the game introduction, his heart still twitched slightly.

...

[In this world, imperfect and unjust]

[The seats of happiness, belong to few]

...

After the text description disappeared and the virtual panel became the title interface for entering the game again, a sci-fi-style window suddenly appeared.

[Confirm to exit the game]

[Yes/No]

"... Tsk." Clicked his tongue.

'Damn it...'

Shirou wanted to press the [Yes] button without hesitation but once he recalled the words that flowed through the opening animation, the feeling of not wanting to admit defeat entrenched in his chest made him feel helpless.

"What, isn't it just a fake game? To say such remarks so blandly"

Pretending to be great—convincing himself ruthlessly deep in his heart, Shirou forced his wrist to go in the direction of the window.

[Correction, although this work is a game, it is not a virtual game. The scenarios simulated in this work are all realities that happened in different worlds]

Thinking interrupted.

"Huh?"

With such a stupid sound, Shirou tilted his head, stared blankly at the virtual panel in mid-air, and then retracted his hand in the next second as if he was electrocuted.

Just now, what did this thing say?

"Wait, wait, isn't this thing just a game?!"

[Games and reality are not conflicting concepts]

The assistant is concise and to the point.

[To protect the privacy and personal rights of the player, when the simulation game is in progress the world simulated by the player will not be selected as the world the player is currently in, please feel free to play]

"What—"

Shirou's eyes flashed a trace of uncontrollable anger and his voice also revealed an obvious anger.

"...Because of this ridiculous reason, do you people treat other people's lives like a game and watch them as entertainment?!"

However—

[Even without the simulation of this work, the reality that is supposed to happen does not change. The purpose of this work is to allow players who are qualified to become mothers to experience the life of being a mother. At the same time, it is also hoped that those who were originally motherless can get love]

The cold voice of the assistant lady, like pouring cold water, quenched Shirou's anger.

Although it is still somewhat unacceptable to treat other people's lives as a game, Shirou also has to admit that if the other party did not lie to him, then this so-called "Old Mother Simulator" is indeed for those who lost their childhood.

'People who have lost something, I will find a way to get it back.'

—That is, like his ideal, he hopes that others can be happy.

Shirou couldn't help but stare at the virtual panel. He didn't realize that he was completely seen through.

His eyes completely lost their previous sharpness. Instead, there was resentment as if he was being teased.

He pressed the [No] button in the game exit window, and then quickly touched the [Open] button on the title screen.

Shirou has never been the kind of person who procrastinates. Now that he has made up his mind, he naturally no longer has any hesitation about joining the simulation game.

With the flickering of the screen, the original title of the game turned into a crystal flower with beautiful characters flowing from bottom to top.

[One day, she fell from heaven

People gazed to see the starry sky

The sky's gift, its daughter began to fly

The long wind applauds her

Becoming a chariot for her to ride

Guiding her like an ocean tide

The four seas become her garden

Birds carried seeds off to be pardon

Flowers weave carols of kindness

As the stars show their brightness

This was how she was born into the world

She walked on the Earth till she emerged

Growing up with human

Until their untimely conclusion]

[This simulation is recommended for beginners]

[Simulation object]

[Simulation Difficulty: Low]

[Simulation requirements: Let the simulated subjects experience a stable and happy childhood life]

[Simulation period: Ten years, the fixed simulation period can be automatically extended according to the satisfaction of the simulation object]

[The first simulation is about to start and the perspective is about to change, please get ready]

"Oh?" Shirou was stunned when he saw the rapidly flashing text, "Wait—"

Then, his eyes went dark.