「I guess it’s something like this? Khorosho!」 he said.

Because it was Russian Roulette, Kumagawa-kun brought out a Russian word before pointing the gun to his temple and pulling the trigger.

The probability was five-sixths. Otherwise⁠—one-sixth.

If things had proceeded in a reasonable direction, then this would have been a scene where Teppou-san and I ended up being shocked at Kumagawa-kun’s unbelievable courage⁠—but instead.



Bang!



Went the gun.

An earsplitting sound echoed through the isolated classroom of Class 2-3⁠—and the contents of Kumagawa-kun’s head showered down like rain onto me, who was right next to him.


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Heya, sorry about that.

Kumagawa-kun, it seems there’s been a mistake.

When I spoke to one of my seven hundred million terminals, the one named Teppou Uchi, I’d only asked her to simply convey the message I’d left with her to you when you came to see her⁠—and I don’t remember if I told her to get you to play with her for a bit, and if it’s a matter of whether or not I said so then I probably did say so, but it seems she really put you through the wringer.

Well, the fact that my terminals have their own little idiosyncrasies like that is really something to celebrate, so I hope you can forgive me⁠—I mean, it’s not like you shooting yourself in the head means that it’s Game Over or anything.

If it turned into something like that, then I’d give that Teppou girl a good scolding. I’d even think about stripping her down naked and offering her up to you.

Um, like I said, it’s not Game Over yet, okay?

That was just an example, an example.

But you were pretty careless, Kumagawa-kun.

Before you pulled the trigger, shouldn’t you have checked the table that Teppou was sitting at? After she swung out and discharged the bullets from the revolver, and then after she put a single bullet back inside, the remaining five bullets that should have been rolling around weren’t there, right?

No, they weren’t there.

But it doesn’t mean that they disappeared, the way your “All Fiction” can make them disappear⁠—she just moved them somewhere else.

As for where she moved them, I shouldn’t even need to explain it, right? The cylinder of the revolver, of course. Basically, when you pulled the trigger, the magazine had once again been fully-loaded.

In other words, the Russian Roulette probability, the probability of Kumagawa Misogi committing suicide, went from one-sixth to six out of six. And, reducing that fraction, it turned into a probability of one.

That was the Skill I lent out to Teppou Uchi when I entrusted my message to her⁠—the Skill, “Lady Guitarist”.[?]

It’s a Skill where, even without touching the gun, and even without touching the bullets, she’s capable of reloading⁠—there’s also a more complex way of using it, but that doesn’t really matter here. Someone like her doesn’t have the ability to fully make use of that Skill, anyway. What matters is that she took that Skill and used it on you to make you commit suicide.

To make you commit suicide even though you feared suicide so much, that Teppou girl really is something, don’t you think?

Just think like that and forgive her.

Well, if anything, this is just a side show, so go on and revive with “All Fiction” already and continue your conversation with her.

Just letting you know, if you can’t get her to convey my message, then you’ll never hear the sound of the starting pistol, okay? For you, someone like her isn’t even an opponent, let alone an enemy.

I’d like for you to not forget that, in the end, Teppou Uchi is just a character I deployed to start you off⁠—she’s obviously not an NPC, and she’s not Villager A, either, but unfortunately, she’s not the game’s protagonist.

Even though she’s not an NPC.

She’s not a player, either.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter to me if you betray my expectations, and it’s really more like, make sure you entertain me. So don’t disappoint me, okay?

After you revive from this, Kumagawa-kun, I think that Teppou girl is going to force some unreasonable demands onto you, so deal with that as best as you can.

Once you do, it’ll be the start of the game for the first time.

Right now, you’re just a player stuck in the game’s tutorial, you know? That in itself is pretty fun to watch, but as the gamemaster, it’s a bit of a disappointment.

And so, I, Anshin'in-san, am looking forward to your efforts from this point on.

Good luck.


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Kumagawa-kun, who had had his head blown off, or rather, who had personally blown his own head off, did not collapse onto the floor of the classroom, and instead used his personal Skill “All Fiction” to return to his original state⁠—even the shower of blood that had rained down upon me was as if it “never happened”.

Basically, he made the entire occurrence of the gun firing in Russian Roulette as if it “never happened"⁠—that was probably it, which meant that by this point, life and death really were jumbled up.

My senses were turning really weird.

「Ooh…」 went Kumagawa-kun.


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