My Tokusho Life Simulation

"what happened..."

Luther gritted his teeth, what happened suddenly was too strange.

The pale face reflected in the mirror raised the corners of the mouth, as if laughing at something.

The buzzing disappeared, replaced by whispers.

It seems that there are many things invisible to the naked eye talking, they gather together, talking and laughing constantly.

For a moment, a strong nausea surged in his throat.

"vomit..."

But I vomited several times, but nothing came out.

The next moment, the whispering and laughing disappeared without a trace, and the surroundings became quiet in an instant.

Surprisingly silent.

The world in Luther's eyes no longer rotated.

But even so, he still didn't let go of his hand holding the sink.

too tired.

It seemed as if he would fall to the ground as soon as he let go of his hand.

But the discomfort seems to be fading over time.

However, before Luther could heave a sigh of relief, a strange voice sounded in his ear again.

"Luther...Luther...Luther..."

The hoarse raving voice kept repeating his name.

"When you're ready, you're sure to win."

"Because you are..."

The raving stopped abruptly.

Luther tried his best to look up, so he saw the reflection in the mirror...

— a blazing fire.

The intense discomfort also disappeared at this moment.

When Luther turned around, he found himself lying in front of the sink, splashing cold water on his face.

There are no smudged plum blossoms in the water, and there is no blood on the ground.

Everything before it seemed to be just an illusion.

But the traces of the discomfort that once existed are so clear.

"Just now... what happened to me?"

Luther took a deep breath, just now he forgot to maintain the rippled breath.

"Junior player Luther, what you felt just now is a sign that you are about to develop a syndrome."

The elegant handwriting that appeared on the red light screen gave the answer.

"Syndrome...?"

"Simply explain, because the simulation is too frequent, your soul begins to not adapt to the original body."

"The initial symptoms are auditory and visual hallucinations. If you continue to enter the simulation frequently, the auditory and visual hallucinations will disappear and be replaced by physical symptoms."

"Because the soul does not fit the body, your organs will begin to fail irreversibly, and each system will stop functioning one by one."

"at last..."

"Going to die, right?"

Luther gave the answer first.

He still remembered bits and pieces of memory preserved in Lingshi.

Many pictures are completely forgotten, only a little bit is preserved, but it is relatively blurred.

Only the final demon god turned down the recliner, and the picture of vomiting blood was the clearest.

Probably, at that time, he had already reached an advanced stage.

"It's just possible."

"There are only a handful of people who have contracted this syndrome from beginning to end."

"Without research, there is no definite information, and even now, the syndrome has no name."

"How about calling it Simulator Mania Syndrome?"

Luther picked up a towel to wipe off the water on his face, and said as if joking.

"Can."

"Registered as Simulator Mania Syndrome, thank you for your proposal, junior player Luther."

"I really accept it. It seems that the artificial mode is different from the intelligent mode. You can still chat with me."

After the words fell, the red light screen became silent.

"If you don't want to be found out, don't use handwriting."

Luther walked to the living room and poured a cup of cold barley tea as usual.

"I can't understand, I can't give an answer."

Glancing at the new text, Luther gulped down the iced barley tea in his cup.

It feels quite comfortable to drink after getting used to it.

No worse than hot barley tea.

"There is one more important thing I didn't say."

"You also need to add three omissions before and after the sentence."

"...is that so?..."

"Correct."

Luther nodded, with the corners of his mouth raised in a smile.

It was really fun.

He poured another cup of barley tea.

"Tell me, what do you do? As for the specific source of this thing, I won't ask. It's unnecessary. I don't know the inside story, but it makes me feel more at ease. After all, I can't do without it now."

"...I am your navigator..."

"Navigator? That is to say, you will provide me with directions and prevent me from getting lost?"

There was no movement from the crimson light screen.

This is probably the default.

"Playing dead is not a good habit, what should I call you? Players like me should have helpers like this?"

"Nineteen ninety-nine, this is my 'name'."

"This row of numbers doesn't look like a name."

Luther put down his cup, thinking of the mass-produced existence of 'Legion', he suddenly had some guesses.

'It turns out...there are so many players. '

After a long silence, Luther spoke again:

"You will work hard to guide me in the future, nineteen."

"By the way, how to avoid the deepening of the simulation mania syndrome? You said I was just a precursor."

"have a good rest."

"Unload the mental load and relax completely, so that the soul and the body will no longer repel each other."

"How long will I have to rest for relief?"

"Estimated to be more than 28 days."

"During this period, if the simulation is performed again, the symptoms will intensify, from a precursor to a formal onset."

"According to the data, most of the rare patients can heal themselves with time, and only one person's disease progressed beyond the middle stage."

"Is there only one person?"

Luther's voice was a little weeping.

He thought he probably knew who it was.

"It seems that we must take a long vacation next."

Luther muttered to himself and sighed.

He is not afraid of death.

Also remember those words Rick said before he was recycled.

Race against the clock.

Time is limited.

But if it is really like him, the soul and body will collapse in the process.

What he has to face is more terrifying than the 58 times he was cut in the past, and even the doomsday added together.

But Luther didn't want to have problems with his body due to various conditions before that.

Even if he has fully understood the horror of the doomsday.

"Just in time for a treat..."

Luther savored this sentence repeatedly.

He has seen more than once in the harbinger of destruction, the scene of the destruction of the world.

Probably, after that, he will be left alone in the whole world.

If you don't take advantage of the present to 'enjoy', you will lose any opportunities in the future.

Rick, who folded and spread the false flowers, did he make an agreement with someone before that?

"Don't be kidding, I don't think I'm going to lose..."

Luther, who bowed his head, was talking to himself.

Even though he won the cut 58 games when the end came, he also lost ridiculously.

To win at the end of the day, Madoka Kamu must survive.

Nothing will happen in this world.

"I will, together with you, blow up all the 58 doomsdays that are about to be reproduced."

Luther stood up, a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Just follow this opportunity and fully cultivate your spirit."

Once you figure it out, you will suddenly see the light.

"Besides, I can still exercise myself."

Luther returned to the bedroom without locking the door.

With a wave of his hand, he opened the exchange interface.

One click.

The next moment, a 3D-like picture appeared.

The Holy Sword of Light emerged little by little, and then fell into Luther's hands.

Luther tasted the touch and weight that he hadn't felt for a long time, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised.

He smiled happily.