The comments section all think I'm a really good person.

[夜になるのか

Or is night about to fall?

[Miscellaneous beauty

[Shining brightly amidst confusion]

I will never let you leave my script again, Saki.

You're not going anywhere.

267. Do you know who the true master of the Silver Garden is?

The song is called "Kimi no Gin no Niwa (Your Silver Garden)".

It is a piece of music that perfectly matches the Silver Garden, and it also reveals Kita Kirihara's state of mind without any concealment.

The Silver Garden is a subspace created by Kita Kirihara with the assistance of Homura Akemi to store character cards.

At the same time, its original purpose was as a birdcage to imprison important people.

Here, the memories of those imprisoned will be altered, and they will live in the happiest yet most ordinary state.

Staying in this exquisite dwelling with its soft cotton padding, I will no longer think of those painful memories, nor suffer any more hardships.

Normally, Kita Kiri would find it very difficult to lure Koizumi Saki in.

After all, the other party has the support of a world consciousness and is quite wary of the Silver Court. It will break free immediately at the slightest sign of trouble.

Now, Kita Kirihara used himself as bait to capture Koizumi Saki.

In the revue, they opened their hearts, revealing their most tender inner worlds to each other, lowering each other's guard... and then, before the other could react, they suddenly enveloped her in the Silver Garden.

[声がHUぶまではもう少し游ぼう

Let's play a little longer before we hear the call.

[花のように贴る时を缲り回し

Like flowers, time flows on and on.

"...Wait, wait! Hara!" Koizumi Saki struggled to her feet, but it was too late. Surrounded by corpses, she could only desperately reach out to grab Kita Kirihara, who was right in front of her. "What are you doing?! Let me go!"

Kita Kirihara lowered his eyes, moved closer to Koizumi Saki, raised his palm, and floated it lightly in front of Koizumi Saki, but did not touch her.

She softened her tone and coaxed gently, "Why don't you sleep for a while, Saki?"

Saki Koizumi stared blankly at Kita Kirihara, who should have been the person she knew.

Even if she was slow to realize it, when she saw that there was only one person in her mental world, she realized that the so-called schizophrenia or something else was... It was all a play directed and acted by Kita Kirihara from beginning to end.

More than the disbelief of being deceived, panic surged up first.

"What are you going to do?" Saki Koizumi suddenly raised her voice, her tone trembling. "Where are you going?!"

Koizumi Saki's vision was gradually obscured by countless hands. She struggled desperately, her face splattered with someone's blood, almost drowning her out.

In my line of sight, a familiar yet unfamiliar expression appeared on Kita Kirihara's face.

The other person narrowed their eyes slightly, a warm smile appeared on their face, and they lowered their head to hold Koizumi Saki's hand in their own, tilting their head slightly so that Koizumi Saki could touch their face.

It has a warm and soft touch.

Kita Kirihara closed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, then turned his head and gently kissed Koizumi Saki's palm.

Just like always, it was affectionate and unguarded, like a well-behaved dog rubbing its head against its owner.

"Who is the true master of the Silver Garden?" Kita Kirihara's breath tickled his palm. "Saki probably already guessed it. After all, the Silver Garden disappeared after Kita Kirihara vanished, so the clue is too obvious."

"..." Koizumi Saki gritted her teeth, trying her best to resist the hands on her body that were caressing her cheeks.

She stared at Kita Kirihara in front of her.

What had originally enveloped her was a cold, rotting corpse. But whether it was Koizumi Saki's imagination or not, it gradually began to regain its temperature and skin elasticity, and even the touch felt so familiar that it gave her goosebumps.

“After all, Saki isn’t that stupid, and I’ve given her hints many times. If you hadn’t insisted on playing dumb, you would have guessed it long ago.” Kita Kirihara said helplessly, “Although I had expected it, it’s still a real headache to have someone like Saki who doesn’t even want to accept the standard answer.”

"..." Koizumi Saki bit her lower lip, her eyes reddening slightly, and her eyes filled with tears.

"Are you about to cry?" Kita Kirihara crouched down and looked at her.

Saki Koizumi almost cried: "Kitagirihara...you bastard, you bad thing...let me go...I don't want to guess..."

"It's really hurtful." Kita Kirihara sighed softly, but with a doting smile. "It's all for your own good, isn't it?"

"Who asked you to save me? You didn't even ask for my consent..." Koizumi Saki was about to be driven mad by the stubborn guy in front of her. Her vocabulary was pitifully poor, and she stammered out words that Kita Kirihara found somewhat cute, "Sacrificing yourself without a second thought, what kind of deep affection is that?! Stop talking to yourself!"

Kita Kirihara's smile remained completely unchanged.

She suddenly lowered her voice, her tone so low it sent chills down one's spine: "Saki, you talk too much."

As she spoke, she stood up and placed her hand over the other person's face, obscuring the last part of Koizumi Saki's vision.

Koizumi Saki's vision was completely plunged into darkness; while her sight was blocked, her hearing became more acute.

[梦はこの部屋の中で

The dream has always been in this room.

[优しい歌をずっと君に歌っていた

I'm singing that gentle song for you.

[何がほんとのことなの

What exactly is reality?

[Ichiban Strong く信じられる世界を Chase いかけて

In pursuit of the world most worthy of belief

[Jun no Yin no Ting へ

Towards Your Silver Garden

"Director?" The blonde twin-tailed stage girl was watching the battle when she suddenly heard Revue's song change, and the suggestive lyrics entered her ears.

She saw that Koizumi Saki, who had been pinned to the ground and unilaterally killed, was motionless, her eyes closed, her breathing even.

Kita Kirihara, holding his forehead, slowly straightened up, turned his face, and his left eye, with its dark white, pierced the air with a sharp gaze.

Unlike before, when he was confused and dazed, he was now clear-headed and lucid.

The tiny body seemed to have been fast-forwarded; after a series of teeth-grinding bone-growing sounds, Kita Kirihara, now back to his normal size, stretched his shoulders and took the cloak that Oba Nana threw over to cover his body.

She casually draped the cloak over her shoulders, transforming it into normal clothing.

"You... you've imprisoned the God's Name in the Silver Garden?" Shiori Hachitani looked at Kita Kirihara with a complicated expression. "Are you really planning to do this?"

Kita Kirihara did not answer.

268. Are you afraid to choose me as the main character again?

Remaining Fuel: 19274

May 27th, the fifth day since God’s name disappeared.

The Tower of Civilization was initially unaware of Koizumi Saki's disappearance. She was not wearing a locator, and the Tower did not monitor its chief hero. Koizumi Saki was also the type who would not contact anyone unless necessary.

Moreover, Koizumi Saki was on vacation anyway, and since the Tower didn't encounter anything urgent that required her intervention, she didn't contact them proactively.

Therefore, it wasn't until the third day that the tower discovered the news of Koizumi Saki's disappearance.

Because after the God's name disappeared, the Void Rift began a new round of frantic expansion.

[You took God's name with you; you couldn't hold on any longer.]

A dialogue between global consciousness and Kita Kirihara.

Kita Kirihara leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, placed his right hand on his knee, and slowly replied, "...Mm."

The white-haired girl slightly raised her eyes and saw the countdown in the upper right corner of her vision. She calculated that the world's current fuel reserves would not last much longer.

The day after she imprisoned Saki Koizumi in the Silver Garden, the Void Rift began to expand further.

It holds the fuel for half the world; if the divine name is separated from this world, the foundation of the world will begin to fluctuate and collapse.

At the same time, Kita Kirihara also awakened almost all the character cards he could mobilize, allowing them to assist the tower in maintaining order.

The harm caused by the monsters has temporarily subsided, but without the world's protagonist, the rift cannot be repaired, and uninvited guests from the other world come one after another.

After several rounds, even Kita Kirihara showed signs of fatigue. The World Consciousness was even more so; having lost the protagonist as a useful tool, it was basically helpless.

This world is inherently weak and deformed; a third-rate story without a protagonist is nothing more than a seemingly exquisite pile of dog shit, and the world's consciousness is keenly aware of this.

Therefore, they began to proactively contact Kita Kirihara.

He couldn't bear to watch North Cheilon continue like this.

These days, Kita Kirihara has locked the protagonist of the world into her own little world, and hasn't started a single live stream, nor has she taken any further action, and has even put her current projects on hold... just letting things drag on like this.

The World Consciousness took over the animation and manga progress of the project from Kita Kirihara, but Kita Kirihara still held the right to broadcast the live stream... After all, this was something that had been completely entrusted to her, and it could not be taken away again.

"[I can't understand.]" the world consciousness said to her. "[What good will this do you?]"

Kita Kirihara's actions will only continue to drain her own and the world's resources. Continuing to film without following the script will slowly burn through the budget, and the fuel will eventually run out.

From a global perspective, the most important thing is to race against time to earn fuel and keep the world stage going.

Instead of getting angry here.

Kita Kirihara stroked his chin: "Maybe because... this makes you happy?"

[Meaningless.] World consciousness evaluation.

So far, although Kita Kirihara has collected a large amount of fuel, the World Consciousness, which is not intelligent enough, is unable to make the most of it.

In His estimation, if the previous pace continued, North Che Yuan would have to keep collecting materials indefinitely in order to barely sustain the world for another fifty years.

Fifty years from now, it will be time to change the next protagonist.