Am I this skinny in another world?

When we came to the restaurant, candles were lit on the long table, and with the breathing of the people around us, the fried meat, thick soup and salad were placed in the dishes, exuding their own tempting flavors.While helping the gardener to arrange the dishes, Jack was baptized by the eyes of the survivors.

Although there is already a mine strike warning from my companions, it is better to blow them up one by one myself.

"...That's how it happened. Although I didn't have anything I wanted when I came to the manor, I will actively participate in the game in the future. I wish everyone can get their wish and get out as soon as possible."

After a simple and normal self-introduction and self-disclosure of his identity, Jack sat in the corner seat.He straightened his cuffs, looked around inadvertently, and counted the number of people.

Everyone is here except the mercenaries.

Jack: Is the little Neb here so weak? Even though the other Neb was lifted high by me like this or that, he would still come to play with me the next day.

——The mercenary is going to kill you.

After a few mouthfuls of Miss Emma's special salad, Jack offered to deliver meals to the patient upstairs.

[Staring——] The crowd's eyes of obvious disbelief.

"I just say hello, nothing else." Jack said sincerely, his dark eyes full of sincerity.

"I'm the only one who doesn't know about my existence. Isn't that unfair? What if I don't explain well and I get hit by a sap when I walk at night?"

The newcomer began to talk nonsense, making it clear that he wanted to make trouble and find reasons.

Marta looked at the boy's innocent and harmless face, but his black eyes were shining brightly, and even the (ω`) on the mask turned into a blushing (ω`), which almost made her cut the steak with a knife To the bottom of the pan, making an unladylike noise.

"I also want to have a good relationship with everyone." Jack said the excuse that even the deer head didn't believe it. He picked up the sick meal and went straight to the mercenary's room on the second floor ward gracefully.

It seems to be the residual influence of the supervisor, he can always intuitively feel the position of the survivors, but he is very slow to predict the supervisor, but...

What kind of heartbeat can be warned only when you are close enough to dance tango!

Thinking of the experience of being suppressed by the height of the same body at close range, his hand holding the dinner plate was a little unsteady.

Give him back his long legs and claws!

After knocking on the door, Jack pushed the door open regardless of whether there was any response from inside.The mercenary's room is no different from his, they are all standard.There is neither decoration nor strange big furniture. It lacks features, but it also highlights the calm character of the mercenary himself.

...Well, his own room will naturally be improved in the future, so it won't be so boring.

"Neb."

Jack made a sound suddenly, startling the mercenary who was lost in thought for some reason.

"Who are you?" Nabu, who was lying on the bed, got up, and touched the weapon under the pillow with his hands behind his back.

"I'm curious what you're thinking about so preoccupied that you lack vigilance. It's not like you." Seeing Neb's renewed vigilance, Jack said nostalgicly.

Such inexplicable intimacy made the mercenary's hostility more obvious.

"I'm today's new survivor, Jack, and I used to be a supervisor."

Jack: All the members were blown up today, and this one is also indispensable. The whole family must be neat and tidy.

"Calm down! Don't get into the wound—" Jack, who is self-inflicted, holds Neb who is struggling to get up, "I'm not the Jack you know, I'm just a poor, poor bug who accidentally got lost in another world. I can help you get back any old debts he has, don't involve me~"

His technique of pushing the pot along with the water has become more and more exquisite.

The warning heartbeat did not appear, and the companion did not send a message for help, so the mercenary could only believe this person's statement for the time being.

"I can't even recognize it at first glance...Have I changed so much? Where is the promised lifelong enemy?" Jack in the boy's skin was moaning and wiping away his tears, which made Naibu's skin goosebumps. .

It's just that you don't have a human body.

"You can go...thanks."

The patient's meal on the plate beside him was neither good-looking nor tasteful, and Naibu issued an order to evict the guest without interest.And the young man at the side walked up and down in his room very impolitely, looking left and right...

"You can, let's go, remember to close the door!"

"Oh..." He replied insincerely a few times, but Jack's irritating skills remained the same as before.Naib's successive responses made him very satisfied.

Nab Sabeda: After confirming the eyes, this is definitely Jack.

"Get well soon, sir."

Under the watchful eyes of the mercenary, Jack finally walked out of the room leisurely, and before closing the door, he did not forget to cheer the patient up.

"You don't need to say, tomorrow is my occasion..." The mercenary muttered to himself as he threw himself back under the bed tiredly.

Back in the restaurant, Jack found that no one had left the table, but just cleared the tableware on the long table.Seeing him coming, everyone fell silent.

"Are you waiting for me?" Jack asked with a smile.

"No."×n

Jack shrugged and sat back in his old seat.After listening in for a while, I realized that they were guessing who the regulators would be tomorrow—in fact, most of them had nothing to do in the room and could only come out to chat, so there was this special after-dinner time.

Jack: Well...Miss Tracy, don't be afraid, although I have clawed you many, many times, but now we are companions, we are all human beings (-ω-`)

"Question, how did we decide the order to participate in the game? Can I join the team?" Jack raised his hand like a primary school student.

Their supervisors all take shifts in sequence, and occasionally change shifts to play and chat with survivors on vacation.Even now that he has changed positions, he still wants to have some personal time to arrange his hobbies ♂ hobbies ♂ hobbies.

If the team is formed according to the strategy, the game experience of their regulators will be low, but this is obviously not the case now.

——Wait a minute, you are a Survivor now.

After the lawyer's reluctant explanation, Jack understood.

"So, you are just listening to the notification, who is selected to participate? No wonder you are so tired, you actually run two games a day." Jack rested his chin and looked at the Air Force who had participated in three games in a row and the blind girl who had participated in two games twice in two days... ...and maybe that badly injured little Neb.

At the mercy of others, there will be many god-matching teams, right?

"According to my experience and communication with survivors, the manor will enforce it if you don't take the initiative to participate in the game, and the cycle will be shortened, and you will be exhausted in the end. In fact, as long as you take the initiative to sit on those four chairs, you can start the game , so that the cycle can be slowly adjusted to once every three days—this is the rule in our side.” Finally, it becomes once a day.

"I rushed to go there at the beginning." ←The former regulators didn't have any face at all.

"You've already participated in one game today..."

"It's okay, I can still bear this amount of exercise, don't underestimate 'The Ripper'."

"But……"

"Learning to repair the machine early can also benefit the teamwork in the future."

"you……"

"Wouldn't it be nice to surprise the regulators? Repay them for their care."

……

I really don't know whether Jack had prepared for it or acted on the spot. He gave all kinds of reasons and dismissed the objections one by one.Seeing his eagerness to try, the others were too embarrassed to say more.

"Let him go. Rugby hit hard in the first few rounds." In the end, the lawyer made a final decision and asked the striker to rest for another day.

But everyone seems to have forgotten something.

The next morning.

"Ah, good morning everyone. Little Neb, I wish us a happy cooperation~" Jack, who came to the preparation area early, waved to the three who came late.

Nab Sabeda: According to the manor, inform my teammate that it is not him! ! ! ! !

Lucky (looks at the lawyer): Looks like it's up to us.

Freddie Riley: These two guys... I naively thought Jack was going to try to unlock it. (The amount of help)

Jack ignored the mercenary's strong refusal and put his arms around his shoulders: "Today's goal is to stun the butcher!"

Will I meet you today?

My body.

The author has something to say: I personally belong to the Narcissus School, and there will be more interactions in this area.

You are the one who understands you best, and I am the one who understands me best, whether it is sadness, remorse, anger, obsession, or...love.

We are so similar, we are so different.