ćCertain kill attack on wakeupć
ćAll bullets blow? You got me. Butć
The characters K.O. appeared on the screen.
In the end, the mincing steps ended .
ćTo fight me on equal terms means youāre good alreadyć
[That the day when I would permit someone to look down on me in a game really came.]
Iām frustrated, but also fired up.
Now we change characters for a rematch.
The sound of both our controllers filled the room.
D, the real Wakaba Hiiro, is having a good time playing fighting games.
As expected from my original, sheās insanely strong.
Also, even if I have my memories, itās actually my first time playing a game.
Even If I have a handicap, my character does not move the way I think.
The memories and the real sensation doesnāt quite match.
Also, Iāve been able to fix that, I can now fight considerably well, but I canāt still win even a single round against D.
I looked outside after our fight ended and it was already dark.
Since the flow of time is different on the other side, I didnāt feel that Iāve overstayed here.
Itās regrettable but letās go home today.
ćSee ya, Iāll come againć
ćCome anytime you likeć
And with that, I returned.
I forgot to solicit pocket money
Iāll ask for it next time.
Should the expression be returned when this world is the world Iām returning to?
Thatās right, in my corrected memories, I am from this world, my memory over there was a false memory planted by D.
In that sense, I lived as myself and I lived in this world.
Well, it doesnāt matter anyway.
Itās also nighttime in this world
Maou woke up and greeted me, I secluded myself after lightly greeting her back.
Nai wa~(TN: YES! I was waiting for kumo to say this again!)
Somehow, this isnāt just a level of becoming a god.
Itās not about if I can win or not, itās scary on a fundamental level.
Is this how they feel when theyāre scared of ghosts?
An incomprehensible fear.
Thatās how I feel about D.
Her eyes look like a bottomless abyss
Even with her Godās power sealed, that look from her eye instill fear in me.
I canāt defy that, itās impossible-
It is not really a feeling that does not match-
As a self-proclaimed worst evil god, I canāt laugh off the original.
In simpler words, I realized that Iām a weakling.
Even if I speak of it repeatedly, that horror canāt be expressed.
The first time I saw D was when I got the Wisdom skill.
That time, the voice from the sky(temp) told me the name D.
Next was my first encounter with Kuro.
A smartphone suddenly appeared and then there was a voice that claimed sheās D.
Thatās my first contact with D.
She then occasionally interfered, which I thought was creepy.
An absolutely conflicting sensation.
I think that was the reason why I became a God.
My soul had undergone change through apotheosis.
It was that time I noticed it stuck in my soul.
It was my core, my divine area.
It had, or rather, it was swallowing me, it has been my existence.
It was Wakaba Hiiroās memories.
The existence which filled in my original colour and became me.
Iāve noticed what that means.
I just have Wakaba Hiiroās memories, Iām different from her.
When I realize that, the doubt and discomfort Iāve felt clicks into place like a puzzle piece.
Up until now, the vampire child has her name from her previous life displayed, yet my name is blank.
It never showed Wakaba Hiiro.
This also explains why my skill points were low.
Iām originally a low rank creature.
So skill points which are part of the soulās power was low.
The inconsistency of the existence called D in my memory.
D said that an explosion occurred in the classroom and all the students who were caught up in it was reincarnated in this world.
And as far as I can imagine, no one corresponds to D.
With me, Wakaba Hiiro as an exception.
If I think about it, there are some contradictions in my missing memory.
I canāt remember my parentās face.
If I self-evaluate myself, Iād call myself a beauty.
Even in my personality, thereās a clear difference between my memory and my current one.
Being noticed about as much as a stone on the roadside by strangers because I couldnāt hide my irritation from being watched by strangers.
And I realized Dās true character and my true character.
In the classroom, there was one spider making a nest.
Oka-chan stopped a boy who was going to kill it.
On the contrary, it was suggested someone be in charge of taking care of the creature.
Eventually, the elected student cried loudly and refused to do it so it wasnāt implemented.
That spider was in the classroom all along.
Surrounded by all of those huge humans.
Itās a situation where she can die anytime.
The humans shunned her, she was creepy.
It was desperately trying to live among them.
That extremely low class existence in the classroom.