No Game No Life[Comprehensive]

The tense emotions suddenly relaxed, and the burning pain in my stomach arrived even though it was late, dragging me down on the carpet.

My limbs were limp and feeble, and my head hurt badly, the kind of dizziness and stabbing pain that is unique to getting up after sleeping for too long.

I struggled all the way to climb to the side of the suitcase containing the food, barely unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, swallowed two mouthfuls of water, peeled off the wrapping paper of a few candies and chocolates, and stuffed them into my mouth. After accumulating a little strength, he pried open a can of seaweed meat crisps, and hurriedly ate them.

I didn't feel a little bit better until I finished eating half a can, and I had enough time to carry the kettle over to boil water.

When the water was boiling, I opened a corner of the curtain and looked out. The sky and the earth were dark red, and the gloomy bloody light covered the snow field, which made people feel very depressed.

Hmm... It's like the last moment of the big war.

I lowered the curtains to block out the ominous red, the room was quiet and peaceful, and the kettle was ticking.

After filling a glass of hot water, I took two pieces from the sugar cube I used to make the coffee, threw them into the water glass and stirred them, watching them gradually dissolve into a puddle of sweet white sand, and finally disappear completely in the steaming water.

I scooped up some sugar water with a silver spoon and tasted it. After I felt the sweetness was right, I took the glass of water and walked to the bedside, put the glass on the cabinet, and lifted the sleeping Shura with my free hands, letting him lean on me Half sit up.

The young man with dark green hair closed his eyes, with a calm and soothing expression, he fell into his arms meekly along with my strength, and leaned his head against my shoulder.

I moistened my shaved lips very carefully, then fed him the sugar water, spoonful by spoonful.

When I saw him on weekdays, I always had a smiling and detached look, a transparent and ruthless look that had been refined by the world, but now that he was quiet, he appeared a little childish.Shura is thin and thin, although he knows that he can open a hole in the wall by lifting his feet, but the wrists hidden under the quilt are so slender that people can't help feeling a little pitiful.

Because I was afraid of choking my trachea, I only scooped up a little sugar water each time, and fed it very slowly. It took me half an hour to finish the glass of water for Shura.

Shura still showed no signs of waking up.

I sat on the edge of the bed, gently rubbed the corners of Shura's eyes with my fingers, the skin under my fingertips was soft and warm.

The feeling of Shura's dripping tears falling on my face is still vaguely present. I had already lost my vision when I was dying, so I couldn't see his expression clearly.

When you cry for me, what kind of scene does this face have...?

I really want to see it again with my own eyes, the tears of the Demon King.

Before leaving, I went to the bathroom to rinse the cup of sugar water, made sure that the two crosses were well placed in the room, and then tucked the quilt for Shura.

After thinking for a while, he untied a dagger from his body and placed it beside Shura's pillow.

There are a total of six daggers in the leather suitcase, and the two of us each have three. Shura's three knives have been used in the bathroom and the glass greenhouse, and I have to keep one for him to defend himself.

After doing all this, I opened the door of the room.

What caught my eye was several dining cars that were packed to the brim.

Shura and I's room was originally located in the innermost corner of the third floor, blocked by dining cars, and we almost couldn't get out.

I pushed through an aisle all the way, and counted carefully by the way, there are a total of eight dining cars.

The cook delivered meals three times a day, and there were eight dining cars at the door, which meant that Shura and I slept for nearly three days.

... No wonder it was so uncomfortable when I woke up.

I casually opened the lid of a dinner plate and took a look. The dishes inside had gone bad. The soup was covered with a layer of cold greasy white oil, and only the meat sauce was as weirdly bright red as ever.

I go down the stairs.

I forgot to mention that the No. 13 step on the main staircase that I smashed was restored, as was the damaged wall on the first floor.

When I came to the No.13 stairs, I stepped down slowly. The wooden stairs creaked and cracked under the wind pressure.

Dagger in hand, I waited patiently before the dark hole.

The sawdust falling on the ground vibrated slightly.

A group of bluish-white objects sprang out of the black hole at an extremely fast speed, almost beyond the limit of what I could see.

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When it jumped a certain distance and began to approach me, the viscous air whose density had been compressed intentionally by me stuck to it like glue and solidified it in place.

I scrutinized the spoils of my captives.

It was undoubtedly a severed hand belonging to a man, with distinct joints, and the blue and black nails looked ghostly against the dead white skin.

I recognized Benjamin's hand.

——Hiding in every corner of this manor, the torn body parts are Benjamin.

I sighed, and the dagger pierced the palm of the severed hand quickly and accurately.

"Go and become a Buddha."

Burnt red marks split along the palm lines, the severed hand turned into black ashes in an instant, and the dagger was covered with rust marks.

Then I repeated the same trick and collapsed another [-]-step staircase five steps away.

But this time, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. I used the giant hand hole made of air to feel the black blindly for a while, but still found nothing.

The other severed hand is not here.

After searching several times, I simply pressed down and waited until I could concentrate on dealing with it.

Through the empty lobby, I walked towards the kitchen, which was my real destination, and the severed hand on the stairs was just a way to solve it.

I have lived in the Tobias manor in the dream for a long time, and now I am very familiar with the terrain in the villa.

The kitchen door was unlocked and ajar, the lights inside were not turned on, and the red sunset reflected through the window, making the inside blood red.

I called softly and tentatively inside, "Nancy?"

No one answered.

I opened the door and walked in. The room was deserted, without a trace of fireworks. There was a stack of white porcelain plates on the countertop, and the flowers in the vases beside it had withered.

It was getting dark, I found the light switch on the wall next to the door, and flipped it.

No light.

Hey... no.

A white board was pasted on top of the switch, with the words "kitchen staff" written on it, but the employee information card that should have been pasted underneath was torn off, and the only one left, the photo and name were unknown. The red liquid from the source is smeared in a mess, and it can only be judged from the long hair exposed in the remaining intact part of the picture that it should be a female employee.

Wanting to take a closer look, I unconsciously approached the whiteboard.

"What are you doing here, sir?"

I turned my head sharply and saw Nancy standing at the kitchen door.

Half of her body was splattered with blood, and the blood dripped down her chin, leaving dry bloodstains on her face. On the sharp boning knife he was holding, thick crimson red and black blood was slowly flowing along the groove of the knife, converging into a small blood pit on the floor.

Nancy looked at me with a gentle smile.

She repeated her question.

"What are you doing here, sir?"