Am I this skinny in another world?

The game was a complete victory, and the four returned to the manor.

Jack followed the three young ladies into the restaurant, because it was not time for meetings and meals, and not all the people on the long table were present.Jack sharply saw the doctor Emily Dale resting her chin waiting for her companion to return, and the "philanthropist" Kreacher Pearson who didn't know what she was doing.

"We're back!" Emma cheered, leaping at Emily in a few steps.

Jack leaned against the wall to watch the doctor nervously check whether there were any wounds on the three of them. He was not very used to this, so he adjusted the position of the mask on his head casually.

Damn it, he doesn't even know when the pattern changed to (ω`).

【stare--】

Suddenly receiving scrutiny from the sidelines, Jack could only give the philanthropist a good-natured smile...and was watched with even more suspicious eyes.

Is it because he hasn't smiled like a good guy for too long, or is it the deterrent power of the regulator?

Think about it, Jack is a little proud.

After the four little sisters next to each other exchanged their feelings, they remembered that they had forgotten someone.

"Ah, let me introduce, this is..." Emma knocked herself on the head, "Oh, we don't even know your name... What did the owner of the manor do this time? We started straight away, but luckily we all escaped—thanks to the newcomers’ containment.”

"I'm Jack, and I used to be a supervisor." At some point, the boy who was sitting at the table and playing with his fingers quietly dropped a bomb, and added under the terrified eyes of the five people, "Now I'm a newcomer. survivors."

Now the people present have a little understanding of this newcomer's mysterious and wicked taste.

Patting her chest and letting out a sigh of relief, Marta felt a little helpless: "I always feel that you are weird everywhere, and you are actually a supervisor..."

Jack: Hey, how come these people are as receptive as me?

"Miss Emma." The blind girl reminded.

"Understood." Emma Woods took a few steps forward and raised the chair beside her.

"Stop, stop, the lighting engineer also stop! Miss Marta, don't shoot, your own!" Jack who was targeted directly jumped onto the table to avoid the knowing blow, and rubbed his temple with a little headache, "Give me time Explain...although I don't know where to start."

"People come down first."

Emily sneered because of occupational disease cleanliness and said, the syringe in her hand was shining strangely.

"...Okay." Jack obediently went down, even wiping the table.

"In my memory, I ended the game as usual and went back to my room to rest, bickering with Chuck in the middle, watching Michiko and Valletta destroy the kitchen, and Leo helping Bann prepare for the next game, but just fell asleep in a normal way. When I opened my eyes, I heard the manor owner counting down, and the game is about to start."

"..."

"and then?"

"Didn't you all know later?" Jack blinked innocently (ω<)★

"Miss Emma..."

Lift a chair.

"Stop, stop—I really don't know what happened. I originally planned a week-long vacation with my companions, but I was forced to change camps before I could enjoy the vacation. I didn't even give me the decoding book in advance. I can only go and sneak myself!"

Now Jack received a bunch of sympathetic looks.

It was Jack who breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped from the sky.In the past, no matter whether he was the Ripper or the supervisor, he made others nervous. Now, wearing a fragile human flesh and blood body is also very novel, and even the mind has become sensitive and active.

This long-lost feeling of being alive does not simply exist like an object.

Because Jack's identity as a survivor is there, it is difficult to settle the new and old hatreds in different worlds. The super fierce old survivors had to postpone their revenge plan.

After a brief self-introduction, Jack re-acquainted with the "old" friends in the survivor camp.

As for the record that he and his former partners have already become emperors, as well as the cute and pitiful stories of the survivors in that world, it's worth not mentioning it.

A gentleman never spoils the fun.

Some of the survivors who were not present were preparing for the next game, and some were said to have been hit hard by the clown Joker last time and were still recuperating after receiving treatment from the doctor, such as the mercenary Neb.

I will see all the staff at dinner today, including Tracy, who is hiding in a corner of the house and tinkering with the machine, and will be precisely dragged down by the blind woman to eat.

Helena took Jack to an empty room they had prepared for newcomers—just like the supervisors would reserve rooms for newcomers.Seeing her frail figure of a writer leaving silently with her blind cane, Jack entered the room.

The color tone of the room is a little dark like the style of the manor, but there are still some equipment, which is much more lifelike than the supervisor's residence.Back then, when they wanted to play a game, it was Jack who found two packs of cards after dozens of games. Even Jack himself didn't have any poker cards, so there shouldn't be too many slots.

Jake: Just to clarify, not all clowns use playing cards—

Lying on the bed, when Jack opened his eyes again, the sky had already begun to darken, and there was a scent in the air that tempted him to follow.

Downstairs, Jack went into the kitchen.

"Mr. Kreacher, I don't need your help. I'll show off my skills when you're on shift. Let's have a good meal, okay?" Today's chef, Emma Woods, pushed people away with undeniable force and closed the door. Turning around and seeing a figure in the room, I was startled.

Really jump.

Jack, who thought he was extremely witty, discovered that the regained human body needed energy from the outside to maintain physiological activities.So the gentleman in the boy's shell touched a washed tomato on the table openly and gnawed. He looked up and saw the gardener looking at him angrily, so he had to smile apologetically, and quickly disposed of the bright red fruit in his hand.

“Alas…” Emma Woods sighed, “If you are not good at cooking, please stay still in one place and let me do it.”

Jack nodded obediently to make room, his youthful appearance made him look very deceptive-adult charm in adulthood!

Emma, ​​who was cooking water while chopping vegetables, said to her former enemy and current companion: "Does Mr. Jack have any taboos? When we arranged the shift, we made it clear that I don't like celery. hey-hey!"

"Huh?...I'm not picky eaters." Jack was taken aback before answering.

Accepting the invitation, accepting the transformation to become a supervisor, the desire for food and drink has become mediocre.He has almost forgotten that he was once a human being.

He couldn't help thinking of his younger self, who was so weak that he didn't even have the right to choose, let alone the chance to refuse...

Picky eaters?nonexistent.

The gardener took down the kettle and replaced it with a pot stand. Wearing an apron, she pulled her interfering sideburns to her ears, turned her head and asked, "What does Mr. Jack like to eat?"

Seeing her shining eyes under the setting sun, Jack felt a little emotional: "Then let's have a tomato."

"Okay, I'll add a special salad for you today."

To some extent, Jack, who is carnivorous, accepted the gardener's rabbit-like recipe with a smile, and the smiling face of another gardener who had been suppressed in the corner of his memory emerged.

It's a pity that this precious smile has also disappeared.

At this moment, Jack had an impulse, he wanted his other self to see how good this Miss Gardener is, and let go of this little girl who used to give him flowers like him!

Supervisor Jack: Ah Chirp——

Joker the Clown: Jack, why did you get such a low score this time, do you have a cold?Hey, don't go!

The author has something to say: I did not mention it in the original work, but what I wrote is a private design.