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Kita Kirihara pulled out his drawer containing videotapes from under the TV cabinet: "It's Christmas Eve tonight, come watch a movie with me, Saki?"

She took out her favorite copy of "The Truman Show," showed it to Saki Koizumi, and then put it back into the machine.

Saki Koizumi naturally wouldn't refuse, at most she would just complain: "Change it... You watch this every year on your birthday, and you always watch it at other times, I'm so tired of it."

"Tomorrow is my birthday." Kita Kirihara's smile remained unchanged, or rather, he was already full of anticipation for his once-a-year special day, certain that Koizumi Saki would not refuse his request.

Saki Koizumi knew this was an annual event, and despite protesting again, she eventually yielded to Kita-Kirihara.

Kita Kirihara put the videotape in, rushed over to hug her, and gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.

Saki Koizumi: "!"

She was a little shy, and since they had only recently confirmed their relationship, Kita Kirihara was already much more proactive than before.

Or rather, I don't know if he learned those sticky techniques from movies... Kita Kirihara really liked to hug her and kiss and nibble on her.

Saki Koizumi doesn't dislike this, she just feels shy sometimes, but she's gotten used to it now.

Kita Kirihara pulled Koizumi Saki into his arms, gently resting his chin on her shoulder. Soft hair brushed against Koizumi Saki's face, stirring up a new wave of heat.

Saki Koizumi felt like she was melting. She had initially felt a bit cold, but now she felt warm and even broke out in a sweat.

Then, the movie was shown.

Kitakiri bit the tip of her ear, chuckled softly, and then began watching the movie.

The two watched the video while chatting casually.

"It's your birthday tomorrow, what does Haru want?" Koizumi Saki was a little sleepy, but she forced herself to stay awake and watch the movie with Kita Kirihara. The last word of her question was swallowed as her eyelids drooped.

Kita Kirihara stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and said, "A birthday present..."

It was only after meeting Saki Koizumi that she learned that she could actually receive gifts on her birthday.

Moreover, on her birthday, the people around her would show the greatest tolerance, and there was a higher probability than usual that any request she made would be fulfilled.

This must be a privilege for people celebrating their birthdays.

Kita Kirihara's birthday is December 25th, which is just a few minutes away.

In other words, it is still Christmas Eve.

She didn't want much, but after thinking it over, she couldn't come up with any clear options.

She simply smiled and said, "As for a birthday present..."

"I hope to spend every day with Saki from now on," she whispered, gazing at Saki Koizumi's peaceful profile as she fell asleep, and couldn't help but snuggle closer.

Holding the sleeping Saki Koizumi, she quietly waited until midnight as the credits rolled at the end of the movie.

At midnight, the previously dark outside the window suddenly lit up.

Those were fireworks from the amusement park, soaring into the sky before exploding, their tiny sparks falling softly and illuminating Kita Kirihara's red eyes.

She turned her head and stared blankly at the fireworks outside the window.

Snowflakes fell, and as the videotape reached its final note, the room fell silent once more.

Kita Kirihara heard a knock on the door.

When she came to her senses, her arms were empty except for a tall skeleton that turned to dust at the slightest touch.

It's empty.

The room, which should have been warm as spring, was now freezing cold. The warm light had been replaced by darkness. The glass window with the heart shape drawn on it by Kitagiri had been shattered, and shards of glass were scattered all over the floor. A few shards landed on the countless corpses with empty eyes on the ground.

Corpse bones and rotting flesh were everywhere, painting the room with a gruesome color. Upon closer inspection, one could see grayish-white hairs mixed among the highly decomposed corpses, and a barely fresh red eyeball rolled to her feet.

She shifted her toes slightly and stepped on the eyeball.

puff.

These are the remains of the Northern Frontier.

Or perhaps it should be referred to as the former Kita-Kirihara...

The monster sitting on the sofa was in a daze.

Her body was twisted to the point where it was barely recognizable as a human form. Black mist covered her entire body, and no trace of human skin could be seen. Her body temperature had also disappeared.

Silent, the black mist swirled in front of me like a vortex.

First the bones, then the nerves, blood vessels, organs, muscles, skin...

This body, like all the previous bodies, will quickly decay and rot, turning into a mess on the ground.

She kept trying to recreate her original self, but no matter what she did, all she could get was a pile of rotten flesh.

This can't go on.

North Cut Original Thoughts.

This is dragging on for too long; if this continues, Saki will get anxious.

We have to get out of here.

Just as he was thinking this, Kita Kirihara heard footsteps outside the door.

With a loud "bang," the door was kicked open.

Amidst the wind and snow, an uninvited guest barged in.

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265. Let's go out and have some fun!

Kita Kirihara's birthday is December 25th, a snowy night.

Although no one told her this, she accidentally looked up information when she grew up and learned that the day she was born was the day of the most severe snow disaster in a century.

The snowfall was more than twice the usual amount. The heavy snowfall, which occurred without any warning, caused houses to collapse, roads to be blocked, communications to be disrupted, and many people to die in the snow disaster.

Kita Kirihara didn't feel anything; rather, she never thought it could be a coincidence with her.

She was simply born at such a disturbing time.

Born as the [protagonist] at Christmas.

The story of Kita Kirihara as the protagonist is not a good story.

That's like a third-rate novelist, no, it should be said to be a shoddy work cobbled together by a world of intelligence devoid of any artistic talent or creative ability.

As the protagonist, Kita Kirihara will experience a series of tragic stories, including being born in such a filthy hell, his past as a killing tool, his repeated encounters and losses with important people after escaping, and the relentless pain and tragedies... All of this will be presented to the audience as the main story.

She will wander her whole life, constantly gaining and losing, constantly being knocked down and constantly getting back up, like a perpetual motion machine.

That was the fate of Kita Kirihara, who was originally the protagonist.

It's a clichéd story of torture for the sake of torture, completely illogical, suffocating, and seemingly endless.

It's a messy story created by haphazardly combining a series of elements that the audience likes.

Therefore, upon realizing that he was about to fall into such a quagmire, Kita Kirihara chose to break free.

She was unwilling to live in the face of suffering.

If her life is destined to be a tragedy, then she'll try to change the script, or—

—Strike back.

The protagonist, who was placed too much hope on by the world's consciousness, eventually went through a rebellious phase and decided to give up his position as the protagonist in exchange for the survival of his lover, a supporting character who was destined to die.

In return, she needs to travel to other worlds and collect enough "fuel" to make up for the future "stories" she didn't get to act in.

but……

The lovers, who should have lived ordinary and peaceful lives, have instead taken the place of the protagonist.

As a result, he was unable to stop collecting fuel and was firmly stuck at his post.

This should be the optimal solution for global consciousness.

After all, this world is such a mess, and it's rare to find a good seedling. Of course, we have to seize the opportunity to cultivate them. Otherwise, it would have been a waste to set such a solemn day for Kita Kirihara.

December 25th, Christmas Day, is also the day of the birth of Kita-giri [the Savior].

Even though Koizumi Saki has become the world's darling in the open, Kita Kirihara cannot escape the fate of being the protagonist of the hidden storyline.

She had to keep this world going, otherwise, as a hostage, Saki Koizumi would perish along with it.

Many times, when faced with this endless suffering, Kita Kirihara would ponder why he couldn't give up.

She was so tired.

Not for oneself, but for others, one keeps moving forward, constantly killing, cutting, and drying oneself, reaching the critical point again and again, striving to remain clear-headed in this illogical world, and resisting the madness that is enough to devour one's mind.

Why can't she rest?

Why can't she give up?

Why don't they even have the right to go mad?

Why... why not just die with Saki and this world?

Anyway, this place is already so bad it can't get any worse, so why can't we just abandon it?

The more Kita Kirihara pondered this question, the more foolish he felt, and the less he could distinguish between Koizumi Saki and the weight of this exhaustion.

She was starting to lose her sense of direction.

The effort and the reward... was it all really worth it?

Did she really gain anything? Or was it all just wishful thinking on her part? In reality, no one needs to be saved.

she does not know.

"I don't know..." she heard herself murmur, "There was no reward or anything... it was just for Saki or something..."

She truly didn't know why she had to do these things, why she had to endure these hardships, why she had to return to Saki's side, or why she had to return to the cage for someone else.

Beiqie originally thought that he would never regret it until the very end.