No Game No Life[Comprehensive]

I was very sleepy at first, but after such a horizontal insertion, my drowsiness flew away again, and I even wanted to go to the castle at night excitedly.

But Shura forced me to finish washing and told me to go to bed early.

"Please, it's only when you're sleepy that you're mentally weak. Go to bed early, kid."

I was pinned under the blanket by him, and I struggled for a while without success, Shura's strength was much stronger than mine.

"I'm an adult...? Wait a minute, change into pajamas..."

In our luggage were two sets of silk pajamas, one black and one dark green, the same size.

Shura took one in each hand: "Is the black one yours?"

"No, I think the dark green is mine." I poked my head out from under the quilt, "Because your hair is dark green. From the perspective of a couple, I wear dark green with black hair, and you wear black with dark green hair. See It fits better."

Shura nodded, and threw the green one to me.

I changed into clothes that fit slightly looser, and the silk texture was cool, soft and smooth, very comfortable.

The bed beside him was slightly caved in, it was Shura, who also lay down after changing his clothes.

The bed in this room is actually very big, enough for me and him to be side by side in a big shape and more than enough not to fall off.

In a normal state, we can completely sleep without interfering with each other. However, after Shura came up, he wrapped me in a quilt into a silkworm baby, and then supported his head with one hand, and patted me lightly through the quilt with the other. Lying on my side like this, I started humming a lullaby I couldn't make out.

...?

I've wanted to say it since before, Shura seems to always think that I am very young, and likes to call me a child, a child and so on.

But... If you really want to talk about it, the older of the two of us may be me, Shura looks like he is only about twenty.

It's just that my situation is special, and my current appearance is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

I didn't want to explain my illness to others, so I acquiesced in what Shura called me.However, when I was really taken care of by him as a child, I felt quite awkward. First, my real age was 24, so I didn’t get along with children anymore, as if I was taking advantage of something that didn’t belong to me. Come--

Even with a 16-year-old appearance, 16 years old is not young anymore? !

Lullabies should be treated only at the age of six!

It's too late to protest now, because Shura's voice is good, and the song sounds good when he hums it, so I just close my eyes and listen to the song.

The unfamiliar melody was light and soothing. Soon, my mind gradually emptied and my whole body relaxed.

When my consciousness was completely blank, I felt Shura approaching, and the heat of my breath brushed my face.

So close……

I thought so, but I couldn't open my eyes, and my body was lazily unable to move.

"Rosie..."

It was a hoarse and gentle voice that I had never heard before.

"...Why did you die at this age?"

Every player in the game of gods is a mortal in their original destiny.

The gods made a pact with them to take part in the game by restoring them to their prime.

But I am an exception.

Before I could fully bloom, I began to wither, and ALS stripped away my growing talents as a psychic while eating away at my life.

The heyday... that kind of thing, I have never experienced it.

So, the gods turned back my time and let me go back to a 16-year-old who was not yet sick and grow again.

However, in the eyes of other players who don't know the inside story, they probably think that I died at the age of 16. I kept a young appearance because death took away my chance to mature.

Shura must have misunderstood.

This kind of thing...it would take too much time to explain.

Moreover, when I was extremely tired and was about to fall asleep, I was too lazy to talk, but for some reason, this time, in the melody hummed softly by Shura, I started talking uncontrollably: " Because... I got an incurable disease and became very weak..."

The following words, because they were too difficult, were lost between my lips and teeth.

I am asleep.

I opened my eyes.

The surroundings are quiet, and the moonlight passes through the gap between the two thick curtains, bringing some subtle light.

I stretched out my hand to check the place next to me: "...Sura?"

no answer.he's not here.

I sat up from the bed and saw that the luggage that should have been stacked at the base of the wall had disappeared.

I took a deep breath to calm down, and then turned on the bedside lamp.

It was only when the lights turned on that I realized something was even more wrong. I didn't notice it because it was too dark——

The world is black and white.

This is not the real world.

I sighed.

Is there any mistake, at least let me sleep with peace of mind, come back?

The author has something to say:

Asura routine success X

The cliché was successful but the misunderstanding deepened