I, the Rock King Emperor with 21 billion in power, have joined the chat group.

Could it be that Renya...

"I'm sorry, senior."

An Yilun clenched his fists, stood up abruptly, lowered his head slightly to prevent Kasumigaoka Utaha from seeing his true expression, and said softly, suppressing his emotions, "I'm sorry, Kasumigaoka-senpai."

"Oh dear!" Kasumigaoka Utaha panicked. She didn't know why her heart was beating faster than usual, and she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.

She frantically waved her hands, trying to calm herself down, but she couldn't steady herself. She could only stammer, "Ethics-kun...you..."

"I'm sorry, Kasumigaoka-senpai!"

An Yilun's voice drowned out hers. He stood in front of Kasumigaoka Utaha and bowed deeply in apology.

"I'm sorry for saying those things on Christmas Eve last time, Kasumigaoka-senpai!"

At this crucial moment, Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice became calm.

She calmly placed her arm, which was trembling like she had Parkinson's disease, on the book resting on her lap, and answered, word by word: "Christmas Eve is..."

"My senior was holding a file folder and asked me, 'This contains the first draft of the final chapter. You're not going to read it no matter what...?'"

Before he could finish speaking, Kasumigaoka Utaha calmly raised her eyes, and the trembling in her palms gradually returned to normal.

She used the same tone and voice she had used before to express her thoughts once again.

"[Don't you want to see the ending for Masato, Sayuka, and Yui? Haven't you been looking forward to it all along?][Didn't we discuss this on this street?]"

Could you let me know your thoughts?

"【Did you choose Mayu, or... me, Sayuka?】"

"So, what was your answer? Do you remember it?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's last words carried a hint of sarcasm, a touch of nostalgia, and...

A lifetime of suffering.

......

"I regret to decline."

"Because of me, I cannot be responsible for this work."

"Don't you understand if I don't tell you?"

"【Of course it's because I'm your biggest fan!】"

An Yilun's tone was exactly the same as on the day it snowed. He seemed to be repeating his past and then displaying his scars to the girl in front of him.

"So," Kasumigaoka Utaha said, stroking the book on her lap, speaking of the story that had happened without any emotion or ripples, "because of the willfulness of the gods, the male protagonist Naoto did not choose Sayuka, whom he met by fate, but instead got together with Mayu, who only appeared in the second volume."

"Congratulations! Congratulations!"

"I'm sorry, Kasumigaoka-senpai!" An Yilun bowed deeply again in apology: "I chose to run away from facing it back then."

"I won't do it today!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha paused for a moment. She didn't speak, but gently played with her hanging hair with her fingers, staring at Anichi Tomoya's eyes with a blush on her face.

Her voice trembled slightly: "What...do you want to say..., Mr. Ethics."

"I want to give you an answer to what you did that day, Kasumigaoka-senpai." An Yilun shouted loudly, bowing deeply, as if he wanted to shout out the words from his heart.

"I know that I'm a complete scumbag for running away. But I still have to give you an answer."

The sound echoed on the rooftop, seeping into Kasumigaoka Utaha's heart, making her already uneasy feelings even more uncontrollable.

"What reply?"

She had never felt so anxious and uncertain before.

"Regarding the answer to the hourly ending of [Love Metronome]," An Yilun straightened up and stared into Kasumigaoka Utaha's eyes.

He was just as serious as when he wrote his blog.

"I want to choose Sayuka!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha slowly covered her mouth, her expression still showing surprise.

An Yilun's next words calmed her down.

"However, I know that Sayuka cannot choose Naoto."

“Sayuka is so perfect, innocent and pitiful, with excellent grades. She is even the top-ranked scholar in the academy and the most outstanding member of the Literature Club.”

"As for Naoto, he's an ordinary person who has no redeeming qualities other than his gentle words. He runs away, he gives up, and he even keeps wavering between Sayuka and Mayu. Is such a person really suitable for Sayuka? Is he really someone Sayuka can entrust her life to?"

"Can he give Sayuka a lifetime of happiness? He can be swayed by Mayu now, but will he be tempted by other young and lovely girls when he gets older?"

"Has Sayuka considered this?"

“I…” Kasumigaoka Utaha almost blurted out the words, “I’ve considered it,” but the words that came out were replaced with sarcasm: “As expected, Naoto is just a promiscuous person. So, what do you think Sayuka will do?”

An Yilun did not give a direct answer to this question. He bowed deeply again and lowered the one-page proposal, "SUNNY DAY," in his hand.

At the same time, he said very respectfully, "Kasumigaoka-sensei, I want to make a game. I would also like to invite you to be my scriptwriter."

"???" Kasumigaoka Utaha took the proposal with some confusion. The scene of the beautiful woman being confused was unexpectedly pleasing to the eye.

Her slightly widened eyes seemed to be asking what the game had to do with the previous topic.

An Yilun raised his head slightly, gazing at the clear, pristine sky, and softly murmured. He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also to Kasumigaoka Utaha before him.

"Naoto must undergo rigorous training to improve himself and become a girl worthy of Sayuka. He needs to grow a lot, smooth out the rough edges, and fill in the flaws of pride and narrow-mindedness. Finally, he must be firm in his feelings and not waver in anything."

"He wants to become an excellent game producer, someone who is determined to move forward towards his dream. Only then can he... be with Sayuka."

"So, please help my senior!"

......

As the sun sets, fiery red clouds drift across the horizon.

An Yilun walked home, reflecting on what he had done that day.

It had only been a day since he had fully embraced the idea of ​​making games.

Today, most of his plans went smoothly. Whether it was Eriri Sawamura's shyness or Utaha Kasumigaoka's feigned maturity, it was all within his expectations.

Although there were some unexpected events, they were still within the normal range that could be resolved.

Now, he is about to officially launch his project.

His true goal has always been to create truly successful games that bring genuine joy to many people through playing them.

For this goal, he was even willing to deceive his childhood sweetheart and exploit the affections of his senior, making him a complete scumbag.

But he didn't care.

To complete the best game he could currently play, he needed the full cooperation of both of them; neither could be missing. Without any additional incentive, he had no other choice but to resort to this tactic.

So far, the results have been quite satisfactory.

Two fish have taken the bait; all he needs to do is add a little more bait to the hook, and the job will be done.

The next meeting will be the opportunity to make the two of them his trump cards.

but.....

Blacksmith need its own hardware.

A good game requires good planning and creativity.

An Yilun also took out a proposal with only one name written on it from his backpack, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Ultimately, it turned into a self-satisfied expectation.

This time, it should work!

No, it definitely will work!

Because I'm not fighting alone anymore; different game theories and knowledge from two different worlds are swirling in my mind.

I'm sure I can come up with the best game idea!

With unwavering resolve, An Yilun's eyes shone brightly, just as he had always done with anything he cared about.

Whatever he needs to do, he will do it with unwavering determination and make it a success.

This is his gaming creed.

P.S.: Just filling up the word count.

Section 0: Only I can save them (1)

"Name."

"Yukikinoshita Yukino"

"age."

"16 is old."

"What's wrong?"

"Abdominal pain during menstruation."

At this moment, Kazuya Mitsuya finally raised his head and looked at the young female patient in front of him.

She had delicate features, long, jet-black hair draped over her shoulders, a coffee-colored coat on top, and a long plaid skirt on the bottom, with shiny black leather shoes at her fair ankles.

His handsome brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were enduring pain.

Judging from the description, it sounds like menstrual cramps.

These aren't symptoms that are hard to identify, but it's still worth asking a few more questions.

After all, he was a patient personally referred by the hospital director, and he seemed to be either rich or noble.

Kazuya Mitsuya pulled out a ballpoint pen from his shirt pocket and began scribbling on the medical record, asking questions as he wrote.

"When did it start?"

Yukino Yukinoshita still frowned, and after half a minute, she slowly spoke under the gaze of her older sister beside her: "It's been about half a year."

When did you first have your period? How often do you have your period on average, and how many days does it last?