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

Natsuki Amamiya silently took a deep breath.

Nightmares reside in every room of the hotel. Once you are entangled in a nightmare, your memories will be blocked, and a false identity will be implanted, allowing you to immerse yourself in a thrilling experience that is impossible to defend against.

As for what will happen to those trapped in nightmares and unable to wake up, Natsuki Amamiya doesn't know, but she imagines the situation won't be good.

the reason is simple.

This is not a live-action game.

It's a hotel filled with ghost stories.

"Trouble..."

Amamiya Natsuki quickly realized a problem and frowned.

The advanced spiritual vision skill has a cooldown period and cannot be kept active indefinitely. Moreover, it is a temporary skill and is gone once it is used up.

However, this hotel is quite large, and finding all the passersby and guests and eliminating the ghost stories within half an hour is clearly impossible.

As Natsuki Amamiya frowned in thought, the prompt reappeared before her eyes.

You try to find a way to stay conscious, and eventually you turn your attention to your clone...

"Ok?"

Amamiya Natsuki looked down.

The nightmare in the hotel was probably not an illusion, and it wouldn't disappear after waking up. For example, even though Amamiya Natsuki had regained her memories, she was still wearing unfamiliar pajamas and in an unfamiliar bathroom, instead of returning to her hotel room.

[You felt ashamed of your lewd thoughts, then took out the Black Sludge, infused it with your consciousness, and activated your clone form.]

"Sludge?"

Amamiya Natsuki quickly realized that the so-called silt should be the dungeon reward obtained after clearing "Summer Revisited".

Extending her right hand, a clump of black sludge appeared in Amamiya Natsuki's hand.

Despite being called black mud, it doesn't smell bad at all and has no odor. It feels similar to Play-Doh, but it's softer. However, there's only a small amount, just one lump in total.

As Amamiya Natsuki focused his consciousness, a small black figure, about the size of his palm, appeared in his hand. The feeling was quite peculiar, as if it were 'as one's own arm,' indescribable yet without any hindrance. He could control the figure's actions with his thoughts... Apart from that, it didn't seem to have much use.

Not long after obtaining the black mud, Natsuki Amamiya tossed it into her backpack. If it weren't for the notification, she would have almost forgotten about its existence.

"A clone?"

Natsuki Amamiya didn't know how this thing kept her awake, but the hints didn't lie.

"Go back and find Chika."

With a thought, Natsuki Amamiya let her clone crawl into her hair, then turned around and left the bathroom.

Return to the bedroom.

As soon as Amamiya Natsuki sat down by the bed, before he could even speak, the married woman Chika hugged him tightly, her face pale, her eyes brimming with tears, and her voice trembling slightly as she said:

"You... why did it take you so long to get back..."

Amamiya Natsuki said speechlessly:

Why are you crying?

It's just a trip to the restroom, not a trip to the battlefield. It's really strange to have tears in your eyes!

"My phone just... just now, it accidentally fell off the bed..." Fujiwara Chika said nervously, her eyes brimming with tears, "When I bent down to get my phone, I... I saw it under the bed..."

Amamiya Natsuki raised an eyebrow slightly and said in a low voice:

What's under the bed?

"There is one person!"

"..."

It turned out to be the case.

Natsuki Amamiya finally understood what 'nightmare' meant.

With his memories blocked, he's just an ordinary newlywed who wakes up with his wife to find someone hiding under the bed. Who wouldn't panic?

But now...

"Don't panic." Amamiya Natsuki touched Chika's conscience. "Let me check."

It's unclear whether this Qianhua figure is real or fake, but in terms of temperature, feel, and softness, it's exactly the same as the real one, with no discernible difference.

The two are now legally married, and their wedding photos are still hanging on the wall, so they can measure their conscience however they want.

"Don't look." Fujiwara Chika quickly shook her head, nervously grabbing Amamiya Natsuki's arm, and whispered, "Natsuki, let's go out first, and then call the police, okay?"

Natsuki Amamiya is spouting nonsense with a straight face:

"Don't worry, have you forgotten that back in high school, I once took on ten people by myself?"

"Huh?" Fujiwara Chika's pink lips parted slightly, her eyes widened, and she asked in a daze, "One against ten... I don't remember that."

Amamiya Natsuki solemnly declared:

"You were half asleep, so it's normal that you can't remember for a while."

Fujiwara Chika blinked, her expression hesitant:

"Or, perhaps..."

“So don’t worry,” Natsuki Amamiya assured her, “no matter who’s hiding under the bed, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

"Well, alright then..." Fujiwara Chika hugged the pillow tightly, saying nervously, "Natsuki, you have to be careful."

Amamiya Natsuki nodded and prepared to turn on the light, but the light did not turn on at all.

"The light is broken," Fujiwara Chika explained softly. "We haven't had time to fix it yet."

It wouldn't have broken earlier, and it wouldn't have broken during play, but it had to break at this particular time—just like a horror movie trope.

Amamiya Natsuki didn't mind. She picked up the phone Chika handed her, turned on the flashlight, and slowly peered under the bed.

As the light shone through, the darkness under the bed was gradually illuminated.

A pink-haired girl in pajamas covered her mouth and hid under the bed, her eyes misty and her face strangely familiar.

Amamiya Natsuki: "..."

The thing hiding under the bed was none other than another Chika.

"Natsuki." Seeing Natsuki Amamiya peek under the bed, Chika Fujiwara, who was underneath, immediately became excited. She picked up a phone, quickly typed a message, and then nervously turned the phone to show Natsuki Amamiya.

Amamiya Natsuki looked closely and saw the following message on the phone:

"Natsuki, don't trust that guy!"

"She's fake!"

"After you went to the bathroom, she somehow came out of the closet. I was so scared that I hid under the bed... You need to get that imposter out of here right now!"

at the same time.

A soft, warm touch pressed against Amamiya Natsuki's back, followed by Chika's sweet voice, tinged with nervousness and fear, softly asking:

"Natsuki, what did you see?"

"..."

Natsuki Amamiya silently straightened up.

A thousand flowers bloom on the bed.

There's also a thousand flowers under the bed.

Between the two Qianhua, who is real and who is fake?

Or perhaps both of the Chihuahua are fake?

"Natsuki, what did you see?" Chika, lying on the bed, leaned closer and asked nervously, "Speak up, don't scare me."

In a horror movie, the next answer will determine the direction of the entire story.

If Natsuki Amamiya answers incorrectly, the fake Chika might just tear off her disguise and reveal her true evil nature.

In this situation, the correct answer should be...

Amamiya Natsuki's mind raced, and she said in a low voice:

"I saw..."

Fujiwara Chika pressed on, asking:

"What did you see?"

Amamiya Natsuki suddenly smiled and said:

"Of course it's your twin sister."

Fujiwara Chika: “…”

Chapter 702 The Quintuplets' Rice Bowl, I'm Definitely Going to Eat It!

"Twins? Twins?" Fujiwara Chika's eyes widened. "Impossible, absolutely impossible! I don't have a twin sister!"

Amamiya Natsuki sighed, placed her hands on Chika's shoulders, and said in a low voice:

"Now that things have come to this, I have no choice but to tell you the truth..."

Fujiwara Chika said nervously:

"What does Natsuki want to say?"

Natsuki Amamiya instructed:

"Call my husband."

I don't know if the woman on the bed is real or not, but she's quite obedient and will shout whatever you tell her to shout.

"Husband..." Fujiwara Chika called out sweetly, then urged, "Hurry up and tell me."

Natsuki Amamiya is spouting nonsense with a straight face:

“When we were dating in high school, you were in a car accident and were left with occasional memory lapses.”