Kaguya-sama: Love Is War wants me to turn myself in.

But Mrs. Kaguya was not affected.

To be precise, she is a guardian spirit and doesn't have a brain. She belongs to Natsuki Amamiya and is not an independent being, so her memories cannot be altered.

Natsuki Amamiya's gaze fell on the notebook, and she quickly frowned.

"By the time you see this sentence, your memory may have already been affected."

"It's alright, I'll prove my identity with a single sentence—"

Amamiya Natsuki continued reading.

"Second year of junior high school, third day of summer vacation, afternoon, I met Zi."

"..."

Amamiya Natsuki raised an eyebrow slightly and continued reading.

The content at the back of the notebook is a simple description of the events.

"Player, main quest, blurred memories... tsk."

Amamiya Natsuki clicked his tongue softly. After reading the short story from that summer vacation, he believed in the notebook's authenticity.

Because only Heaven, Earth, and oneself know, not even Jianzi knows.

In this situation, no matter how incredible the contents of the notebook may seem, they still have a certain degree of credibility.

Of course, Kaguya-sama, whose body is transparent, is also proof.

so……

"The Little Match Girl?"

Natsuki Amamiya put away her notebook, then turned her gaze to the little girl sitting in the shadows.

The memories of becoming a player are sealed, but the memories of the past remain.

The Little Match Girl, a well-known fairy tale.

Of course, matches have long been obsolete; in today's world, they would be used by flower-selling girls.

"Sir, would you like to buy a match?"

The little girl asked again.

Looking at the matches, Natsuki Amamiya felt a sudden surge of trust; she knew that if she bought the matches, any wish could be fulfilled.

However, it is clear that it was just a false sense of satisfaction.

Once the match has burned out, the falsehood will crumble.

“It says in the notebook that quite a few people have come in before, but none of them have completed the task…” Amamiya Natsuki pressed her finger to her brow, thinking seriously, “And there’s that weakness hint: the thing you look forward to the most is the thing you fear the most.”

What was the little match girl's greatest expectation?

Amamiya Natsuki frowned slightly: "Does she expect someone to buy her matches? Give her food? Or give her a pair of shoes?"

Watching the match gradually dim and about to go out, a thought flashed through Amamiya Natsuki's mind, and she squatted down and said:

Have you ever heard the story of Aladdin's lamp?

The little girl shook her head.

“The story is very simple.” Natsuki Amamiya looked at the match with its pale blue flame and said softly, “Aladdin’s lamp is a lamp, but for some reason it’s shaped like a teapot… That’s not important.”

"Just wipe the lamp body and a genie will appear inside, who can grant the lamp holder three wishes."

"After the three wishes are fulfilled, the magic lamp will disappear."

Amamiya Natsuki paused for a moment, then said:

"After thinking about it carefully, I finally came up with a way to get the magic lamp for free."

“My first wish,” Natsuki Amamiya held up one finger, “is to have the ability to make my own magic lamp.”

"My second wish is for all the materials needed to make the magic lamp."

"My third wish is that I will make the magic lamp myself."

Amamiya Natsuki suddenly said:

Do you know how to make matches?

"meeting."

Natsuki Amamiya asked again:

How many matches are there now?

The little girl instinctively replied, "...three."

"That's too few," Natsuki Amamiya raised her voice. "How can three magic matches that can grant any wish be enough?"

"I want a hundred!"

Little Loli: "..."

"It's a pity you only have three matches." Natsuki Amamiya sighed. "I have no choice but to buy something else."

After finishing speaking, Natsuki Amamiya extended her hand to the little girl and whispered:

"I'm going to buy you and make matches for me every day... Come home with me, and you'll be mine."

"..."

The match in the little girl's hand, which was about to go out, suddenly reignited, and the flame was exceptionally bright.

next second.

The snowy night, filled with Christmas carols, suddenly fell silent, turning back into a cold and desolate snowy night. The little match girl was no longer in the alley, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

"My memories have returned..."

Amamiya Natsuki pressed her brow, exhaled, and looked at the corner where the little girl was sitting. Everything there had long been buried by the snow.

Walking over and crouching down, Natsuki Amamiya began digging into the snowdrift with her hands.

A moment later.

A small, already stiff figure emerged from the snowdrift, its bare feet huddled together.

Natsuki Amamiya remained silent and continued digging, soon unearthing the little girl.

Above the little match girl's head was a strange mushroom she had never seen before.

Amamiya Natsuki reached out and touched the mushroom, and a game appraisal quickly appeared before her eyes:

[Item: Seed of Sin]

Pride, envy, wrath, sloth, lust, gluttony, greed... Beneath the pure white snow, the flowers of sin lie hidden.

Natsuki Amamiya sighed softly and picked the Sinful Mushroom.

next second.

At the same time, a game notification sounded in the ears of all players:

"The seed of evil has been removed. The dungeon is about to end. All players, please prepare yourselves."

Entrance to the alley.

"Hey, is the dungeon about to end?"

"Natsuki did it!"

"That's amazing that it could end the dungeon early."

"Finally, I can go back."

"..."

Whether they were casual players or members of the group led by Fujiwara Chika, everyone got excited when they heard the game notification.

I didn't want to stay in this icy, snowy, and dangerous dark fairytale world any longer.

at the same time.

After Natsuki Amamiya picked the Sinful Mushroom, the game surprisingly gave her another notification.

"Player has been detected to possess a rule-based item. Would you like to use a Sinful Mushroom to complete the item?"

Amamiya Natsuki paused, "Where did this rule-based item come from... I remember now."

"It's that thing from the Monster Party at Midnight Mall."

Natsuki Amamiya clenched her right hand, and a Halloween pumpkin lantern card appeared out of thin air in her hand.

[Rule Card: Midnight Nightmare]

[Quality: Magnificent Purple/Epic]

[Attribute: Unique. This item is unique, cannot be enhanced, destroyed, or transferred. While you possess this rule card, no other 'Midnight Theater' rule card will appear through any other means until the holder dies.]

[Ability 1: Midnight Theater. Every midnight, you can open your own theater and put on a performance.]

[Ability 2: Rule Exclusion. When you use Midnight Theater, other rules will be excluded.]

[WARNING: You obtained this rule card through theft. Some of its permissions are currently locked. You cannot use the theater performance ability at this time. Please explore the way to unlock it yourself.]

[Note: Only rules can override rules]

This thing is practically useless because of the access restrictions, and Natsuki Amamiya almost forgot about it.

Now that I've received the notification to complete the task, I naturally made the choice without hesitation.

"Complete the missing parts."

Amamiya Natsuki made a decisive decision.

Judging from the description, it's a pretty powerful item. Now that there's a chance to upgrade it, of course I'll upgrade it, otherwise it'll just be a useless card.

Place the Sinful Mushroom on the card, and the next second, the Sinful Mushroom silently melts and seeps into the card, and a beautiful purple light quickly appears on the surface of the card.

This change didn't last long. Soon, Natsuki Amamiya felt a slight weight in her hand, and a Halloween pumpkin lantern appeared in her palm.

Amamiya Natsuki looked on curiously and found that after the rules were completed, the previous content hadn't changed much, but the theater function was successfully unlocked.

Before she could figure out what was going on, Natsuki Amamiya suddenly noticed a dim figure beside her—it was the little match girl.