Reborn as a Supervisor

"It seems you are ready."

Although Roland is usually silly, has a slow brain and speaks rudely, he is really willing to help when something happens.

"Hiss... am I pushing myself into a fire pit?"

The invitation letter invites the "Inverted Library" and can connect to the "Inverted Library", but it can only be transmitted through the invitation letter.

Therefore, if people here want to go over, they can only use the library invitation letter. First, they need to invite the people on the other side, then get the invitation letter from them, and then use the invitation letter to go over...

This process requires one to "repeatedly castrate" others to ensure that the library has enough invitations.

(This is… quite outrageous…)

……

On the other side, inside the upside-down library

A guy who looked like an "outcast" was guarding the stage listlessly.

Her duties were different from Angela's. She was not responsible for leading the guests into the venue, but for "receiving" them there.

But in fact, she has a lot of tasks. She has to do everything Angela needs to do, and she also has to do things that Angela doesn't need to do.

When necessary, we should even provide guests with "three positive emotions".

People in that world call her "the guide" because her purpose of life is to guide guests to become familiar with the library.

The stage she is responsible for has only 1 selectable number of people, only 1 reception floor, and only 1 guest can come.

His own physical values ​​were also modified by the evil "Librarian", leaving only ten points of health and ten points of chaos resistance.

All resistances are fatal, and there is only one speed dice. The most outrageous thing is that the curator didn't even give me a page of the book!

(Can’t beat Finn…)

Others come on the stage to "play cards", but I go on the stage purely to die.

"Ah Ba Ah Ba...Why haven't the guests arrived yet?"

"Ah Ba Ah Ba... I wish I could be the protagonist..."

"Even once..."

When a person's wish becomes strong enough, an exclamation mark will appear above his head, and then a "big enemy" will come to help him fulfill his wish...

This statement is true and well-founded, and I believe most people cannot refute it.

Then the "destined" game is about to begin...

"Aba Aba..."

The guests have arrived, waiting for them to enter.

"Aba Aba..."

The guests have arrived, please be ready for battle.

"Abba...Abba..."

This time's guest looked very unusual; he actually spoke the same language as me!

"Abba?"

"Ababa?"

The two of them successfully exchanged secret codes and confirmed with their eyes that they were both workers.

The "guide" suddenly remembered something. This time the guests seemed to be from a library in a parallel timeline.

In other words... the person in front of me might be my "alternate"?

Before she could think carefully, the stage prompt sound rang again.

"Guests, please prepare for battle, the stage is about to begin."

The Guide is running out of time, as she is about to die for the 1223rd time.

Even if the guest is your "peer", even if you are also a worker.

As a guest, he could not show mercy to his own men. He could only stare at him quietly and watch him stab the sword in his hand into his body.

With just a light blow or a swing, he would die, and no matter how much strength he used, he would not feel any pain.

Because she was born to die, she has long been accustomed to death and has seen through this world.

The stage started straight away and the guests started moving.

He rushed straight towards the "guide" and raised the "riot stick" in his hand high.

If the two met at other times, they would surely have a lot of common topics and a lot to say.

Unfortunately, this is the stage of the library, a place where life and death are decided. Being kind to the enemy is being cruel to yourself.

Even if he died, he would have a chance to be resurrected, and as a guest, the other person would turn into a book after death. The situations of the two were not much different.

The "guide" was resurrected, died, resurrected, and died again and again...but he could not find relief.

Guests will continue to go deeper into the library, finally collapsing onto the stage and becoming books, with no chance of release either.

She was already tired. Death was just a matter of opening and closing her eyes... Let's end it quickly...

At the last second before the guest was about to hit him, the "guide" closed his eyes and faced death calmly.

"Oh, once again..."

I have already started to imagine what kind of guests I will meet next time, what kind of stories they will experience, and whether I will be present in the stories...

She was just an unchanging NPC in the library's process. No one would care about her, and no one would even look at her.

All this was just a yearning for a better life. Whenever she thought of this, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.

But she didn't do it this time, because it seemed to take too long...

"Isn't it over yet?"

She opened her eyes and saw the guest collapsed in front of her.

I didn't do anything, but the guest was defeated by me... How is this possible?

"Why are you?"

Her eyes were full of disbelief; this was the first time she had successfully defeated a guest.

Her numb heart should have been filled with the joy of victory, but at this moment she only wanted to know what happened, so much so that she forgot that she was not allowed to move.

She took only one step to the guest. Most of his body had turned into golden light and dissipated, leaving only a small part that had condensed into a solid object. That was his book.

"why is that?"

She couldn't figure it out, nor did she want to think about it. As long as she opened the book, her doubts would be solved.

However, the moment she picked up the book, she realized that "life" was so heavy.

Although the book only had one page, it felt extremely heavy in her hands.

I slowly opened the page and only a few words came into view.

"I'm sorry to meet you, me from a parallel world."

"I recognized you the first time I saw you, or rather myself."

"If I have the chance, I really want to talk to you, but there is definitely no chance this time, haha. After all... I'm here to die."

"My story has ended, and yours has just begun."

"Go on living with my books!"

"An insignificant...civil servant"

I closed the book in my hand and was speechless for a long time.

If I were to become a book, what would it look like? What would I write? What would I leave behind?

If my book only has a thin page, should I be happy or sad?

No one will give the answer, and no one knows the answer, because the answer exists in her heart.

The content of a book is a reflection of one's life and one's will.

If your will is strong enough, you can leave a few words in books...how much can you do?

She quietly put away the books, stood back in her seat, and waited for the next guest.

Only this time, there was a hint of smile on her face.