No Game No Life[Comprehensive]

I blinked and replied: "Come to the kitchen to find you... You said before that you can come here to find you if you need it."

At present, I don't want to have a conflict with Nancy, so I lowered my eyes, showed a friendly attitude, and talked to her in a soft voice: "You said that you are willing to help me at any time? But you were not here just now. That was used as a perfunctory Did I say polite words?"

Here I skillfully show some small actions to express grievances.

"Oh." Nancy panicked suddenly. She put the sharp knife in her hand on the sink, walked to me and looked at me nervously. She wanted to touch my shoulders, but when she realized that her hands were covered with blood Afterwards, I gave up on this move, "I made you sad...? I really have been in the kitchen all the time, but I just went out to process the ingredients. You know, it's time for dinner soon..."

I looked at the shape of Nancy's murder scene, and thought that your way of handling ingredients is quite eclectic.

Nevermind, I'm outspoken about why I'm here.

"I had a very long dream... Nancy."

I whispered the name of the woman with flaxen braids in front of me.

"I thought of many things. When I woke up, I thought I should come to see you."

The moment I told her her real name, Nancy's appearance began to change. The blood on her face faded, her skin turned dry and pale, and black liquid flowed from the corners of her eyes.

I noticed that there was a circle of deep strangle marks on her neck.

"You remember?" Nancy's lips trembled slightly, "I miss you so much, Benjamin..."

According to the logic of the development of things, at this time I should go up to her and hug her with a face of emotion, and say "I miss you very much" with the same affection, but...

I don't see myself as Benjamin, and I don't have any deep feelings for Nancy.

There are indeed many hints in the dream. Perhaps Shura and I are indeed the reincarnations of Benjamin and Aiden in this game—I'm not sure, and we need to ask Shura for his professional knowledge in this area.

Even after experiencing Benjamin's life, all this seemed to me like a large immersive movie. It was Benjamin who was talking about marriage with Nancy, not Rosie.

I had a secret pity for Nancy and Firman and always treated them kindly, but that wasn't love and friendship.

All the choices I made in the dream were just because of "I want to do this", not "for whom".

Sometimes people have a misunderstanding of me, thinking that I am a kind and pure good person, but this is not the case. The emotion of pity comes from condescending superiority. I clearly know that my nature is bad, basically consisting of arrogance and ego Composition, full of strong self-esteem and desire to win.

Just like now... I came to the kitchen to find Nancy, not because I was ecstatic to see my fiancée, but because I finally knew how to clear this female boss.

Because I want to win the game.

I took the ruby ​​bracelet out of my pocket.

This string of high-quality jewelry is still gorgeous and bright after years of baptism, exuding a soft luster like mellow red wine in a dark room.

"I'm here to bring this to you." I handed out the bracelet, "It's a pity that I couldn't say goodbye to you that day."

This sentence seemed to turn on a switch, Nancy covered her face and burst into tears.

"I didn't know that was the last time we met...Benjamin, I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry! If only I could walk with you, I still have a lot of things I haven't said to you..."

I quietly watched Nancy vent her emotions, and when she calmed down a bit, I took her hand and put the ruby ​​on her wrist.

"It suits you very well," I said.

"...Thank you." Nancy smiled, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and there were still tears in her eyes.

She continued: "I want to tell you, Benjamin, I...!"

She couldn't finish her sentence.

A small sharp knife tip protruded abruptly from her abdomen.

In the darkness behind Nancy, Shura's dark and handsome face emerged. He held the lampstand in his left hand, and the flickering candlelight only illuminated half of it, making him look cold and alienated.

Burning traces covered Nancy's body. She couldn't continue to speak, but stared at me with pleading eyes, ignoring Shura who was beside me.

I know what she means.

This time, let's say goodbye seriously.

"Nice to meet you, Nancy," I said. "Don't let the pain of the past hold you back. Just move on."

After the black embers dissipated, only a rusted knife fell to the ground with a clang.

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The summary of the last chapter is just a joke, Roxi is not dangerous in this dungeon, everyone is his wife (not