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It's like this skill has a will and I'm getting confused which thoughts belong to me and which ones don't.

My head hurts.

A strange glint passed in his eyes before the madman inquired, "Fine, and how should we proceed?"

"Let's just agree to start a game, and the who declares that they lost will lose."

As if buying time, the man with a ponytail continued his questioning.

"Shouldn't you offer me something more since I'll help you survive?"

He seemed amused, probably finding the situation extremely amusing.

He is getting on my nerves.

"Nope. This is my second game, not my third, so you won't really 'help me survive'."

Was he Luca's acquaintance? They have the same scammer vibe.

I insisted, "So, do you accept?"

I extended my hand, like an agreement to start the game, and he looked at it.

Then, he reached out for a handshake and grabbed my hand before pausing.

"But."

He stared into my eyes.

"What if I refuse?"

I'm developing anger issues right now.

Was I too hasty? Did I seem suspicious?

I don't know since I expected him to only have one braincell on top of a few mental problems, so I was only wary of the handsome psychopath who should be paying attention to this side since he's acquainted with this madman.

But, looking back on their actions so far, this madman is the real psychopath here.

I retracted my hand.

"Then I'll ask someone else."

It's annoying, but it's not like there isn't any other choice. As long as I can persuade them well, or if I start a game where I have the upper hand from the start…

The psychopath with a ponytail shook his head.

"I accept."

He was teasing me.

I weakly glared at him.

Do you find this fun?

[The consent of all the participants of this game was obtained.]

[Game chosen: Surrender.]

[Number of participants: 2.]

[The game will now begin.]

Then, I began to regret my decision a little.

I hope there won't be any unexpected variables…

Instead of moving, the man with a ponytail only stared at me with strange eyes.

"Hey."

What again?

"But what if I don't say that I'll lose?"

I want to curse.

He continued, "I could just kill you."

I held my forehead.

After taking a deep breath, I replied as politely as possible.

"I'm sorry, I don't feel well so my patience is on the brink of snapping right now."

I already said that you need to lose a game to have a 'reasonable' excuse to kill someone!

However, I also knew that logic wouldn't work with him.

He could as well change his mind and decide to stop caring about Wiliam's opinion.

Right, should I just die?

Wiliam on the side doesn't show any sign of shooting, so my death would at least make him act and he would survive.

Dear handsome serial killer, please save some unknown profiler who works for the police and searches for players like you after I die.

Nevermind, let's not leave any will behind.

I decided to not react whatever this annoying madman chose to do.

Since my skill can achieve the impossible, should I check if I can even regress?

No, let's just start a game with someone else. I can't take this risk.

He laughed once more, making me think he aspired to be the antagonist in a horror movie, then gave in.

"Fine, I lost."

[The player 'Ena James' has won.]

As I breathed a sigh of relief, he glanced in Wiliam's direction and smiled ominously.

"Good luck with your third game."

It looks like the reason he let me survive is because there was still my third game left. Moreover, DHB seems to have noticed what's happening on this side.

Bang!

Seems like Wiliam finally made a decision.

[The player 'Ena James' has won.]

At that moment, my bet against the little girl ended.

"Ahhh!"

Screams resounded as I turned to see which unfortunate guy had been shot in the end.

Thankfully, it wasn't me.

A little further away, Wiliam was grabbing the neck of the rich man who had a bullet wound in the leg.

Although I wonder why you even bothered shooting and wasting this bullet, you have good tastes.

Wait, am I really saying this about a guy currently strangling someone else? How insensitive to murder did I become?

Though, with the number of corpses in the second scenario, this isn't surprising… As long as they aren't revived and turned into zombies, it should be fine.

Actually, the word 'strangling' seems wrong. I think he snapped his neck.

Pursing my lips, I stopped staring to not become the next one. He still has two people left to kill after all.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the man with a ponytail staring at me, as if wondering what I would do next.

Whatever I attempted to do next would be noticed and seem suspicious, making me the next target.

It might appear like that.

However, isn't the solution to this problem quite simple?

What I want to avoid is that DHB decides to kill me.

I stepped toward Wiliam, attracting his attention.

Then, I'll simply ask him to spare my life.

"Excuse me."

This seems like the most efficient way.

「———」

Maybe this is merely another impulsive and reckless decision I'm taking while my brain isn't working well.

「———」

However, I really don't have time right now.

[3:01]

[3:00]

「So loud.」

[2:59]

My sight is blurry. That won't do.

Is my state deteriorating because I've been more emotionally agitated than the first time I did the first scenario?

Now there is more at stake, I am mentally tired due to what happened in the third scenario, and since I know the people here there is a lesser sense of distance.

By the way, I also don't see any difference in logic compared to my normal state which makes it more dangerous since it is harder to differentiate between which decisions are rational ones and which ones aren't.

Hiding my eyes with my hair by lowering my head a little, I blinked a few times and did my best to continue speaking.

Then, completely disregarding my surroundings, I finished my sentence.

"…Could you spare me?"

Since it was harder to focus, I could only make shorter sentences and didn't have the leisure to come up with a roundabout way to make him agree.

3 minutes. I have to hold on for three minutes and succeed the scenario. Only one more game.

Sitting down on one of the empty seats, I quietly took slow and deep breaths.

…Why does it feel like when I'm exercising? Is this 3 minutes of sheathing?

Then I'm going to give up before the end and fail.

Okay, let's focus. This isn't sheathing. On the contrary, this is the art of convincing others that I'm so bad at…

Right, I'm trying to convince him… So, first… Let's… Observe his reaction…

He's just staring at me.

Um, why?

The old man next to me asked, "Are you okay?"

Mentally or physically? Be more precise.

I looked at DHB, my senses a little duller than before.

"…So, do you accept?"

I believe in your good heart. And my skill, I guess.

Let's realize the impossible.

[1:46]

Ah, already? But time seems so long, it felt like there were only a few seconds left.

I kept my voice as steady as possible, gathering my thoughts.

"…Since you're going to kill people, you can lose a game… Can you lose a game against me and let me survive… Please?"

Why am I placing my trust in a future serial killer, again?

I stared into his eyes, feeling my surroundings grow darker and darker each second.

"I…"

I held my forehead with my hand.

"———"

I couldn't hear his answer. I'm not sure if I realized I couldn't hear it either.

No, please, I need to complete this game or else I will die.

But why should I survive in the first place?

I need to stay alive to prevent Norwood's death.

As I attempted to take in more air, trying to calm down, my vision suddenly turned completely dark.

The last thing I saw was Wiliam's handsome face, and I couldn't help but think that it was a little familiar… or I was just hallucinating.

No, am I really going to black out now?

Without completing my third game, less than two minutes before the end of the first scenario, I…

[1:14]

Lost consciousness.

[1:13]