The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

They went back empty-handed, but why were members of the Phantom Troupe attending Grandma's birthday celebration?

“I represent the Elders, and you, Pike, represent the Phantom Troupe. I will present other gifts in the name of the Elders.”

This guy is really busy.

Relay game host: Kuroro (Part 1)

"Chapter 37 <Purple Seed> Comment: No, it's not that, it's due to cockroaches..."

Holding a stack of manuscripts in one hand, Kuroro looked up from the manuscripts and met Saiki Kusuo's gaze.

"What's wrong? The superpowered student who's temporarily locked up here."

"I was just reading reader comments. I didn't make up the content or select it. It's just that hearing that word makes me so excited."

Kusuo Saiki sighed silently to himself. He accepted the reader comments, and he could even observe those strange parallel worlds, but why...?

Having to deal with that G creature every single time is terrifying, is it some kind of twisted sense of humor? After all the character introductions in the early stages, did readers only remember that superpowered individuals are afraid of G? It's just G. Before remembering that, they should first remember that superpowered individuals are invincible. If they really can't bring themselves to harm G, it's very easy to burn down any place where G is.

Well, forget about the others, this person is overthinking things. It's necessary to explain to this person that the fantasies happening here can become a reality to some extent.

"It seems like it's wary of something else, so is that it?"

Kuroro crossed his legs, his toes touching the ground, and the chair beneath him slowly rotated a full circle.

"But time also needs to be passed."

Knock them out and let them sleep; that's one way to pass the time.

"How about we use this to play a game? According to you, the content of the chat will come to fruition, not just the readers' comments. If that's the case, then we are the ones in control. We can verbally set the rules and play some kind of word magic game. I remember a scene from an anime called 'No Game No Life' that I watched in your world..."

As everyone knows, Kuroro is a playful person.

An idea that suddenly arises might cause an ordinary person to consider many things, but he would try to get it as long as he didn't have any urgent matters to attend to.

The thickness of that stack of manuscripts showed that the thief had a lot of free time.

"In this word chain game, things that exist will disappear, and things that don't exist will appear. The words in the chain only need to sound the same." Kuroro briefly explained the rules of the game, then added after glancing at Kusuo Saiki, "We will both participate in this game as ordinary people who have lost all our abilities."

Kusuo Saiki: It's all in his favor.

"If I didn't make this wish, you'd probably end the game right away with a word like 'heart,' wouldn't you?" Kuroro pondered whether there were any unfair conditions he had overlooked. "Although this was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, Saiki, do you want to win the game?"

If they had voluntarily conceded defeat under fair circumstances, they wouldn't have lost so many games.

"So, according to you, that kind of reality has already appeared somewhere in the universe? What's the best first word to describe it?"

Kuroro immediately realized that the game had begun, and Saiki, unusually, clearly uttered his most hated words through telepathy because things that exist can disappear.

At this moment, the incredibly resilient cockroach disappeared from the world, and the world became a beautiful place.

With an ordinary human body and the loss of telepathy, although he had experienced a long period without superpowers before, when it happened again, Kusuo Saiki only felt lucky.

In a small room resembling a radio broadcast room, both Kusuo Saiki and Chrollo, having learned the rules of the game, began to put themselves in each other's shoes and think about the situation.

In this kind of game, the winning condition is, of course, that the opponent cannot come up with a word. Under normal circumstances, with the limited vocabulary of two people, it is absolutely impossible to easily determine a winner. Therefore, in order to win, it is necessary to create situations that affect the opponent's judgment, or to put it more bluntly...

Finding a way to kill the other party without dying yourself is especially important.

Yes, it's a hypothetical world anyway, so a little bold guess should be enough to figure it out, right? Someone like Kuroro, those dark eyes of his are definitely thinking about how to kill me.

“Werewolf,” Kuroro continued, “we seem to have forgotten to set a time limit for thinking. How many minutes do you think would be appropriate for an ordinary person?”

The werewolf appeared right next to them, and the small room suddenly felt a bit crowded. Moreover, it's hard to say how safe it would be for an ordinary person to be in the same room as a werewolf.

If a few minutes doesn't matter, shouldn't someone who can't speak for a long time just admit defeat?

Just as Kusuo Saiki was about to connect using telepathy, he suddenly realized that he, who had no superpowers, had to speak.

This is troublesome. "RMB."

Suddenly, a stack of bright red 100-yuan banknotes was placed on the werewolf's body.

"Is it the currency of which country? I've never heard of it before, yet this mural appears."

Dark, grotesque images appeared on the walls: skulls, spiders, ruins... more like ghostly symbols than murals.

“It’s the currency of a country with a long history, a drawing board.” As soon as Kusuo Saiki finished speaking, a drawing board appeared in his hand.

"I'd really like to meet you if I have the chance. Should I use a drawing board to write on the blackboard? Yes, write on the blackboard."

Kusuo Saiki picked up a pen and tried to write on the whiteboard, but found he couldn't write anything. Was it because writing on the whiteboard was forbidden? Oh dear.

"What appears and what disappears, the criteria seem to be uncertain? Books." Kusuo Saiki also studied it. There are always places in the corners of the canvas world. After he finished speaking, he should have said something about where the canvas disappeared.

Books appeared, and once again, heaps of ancient texts pressed down on the werewolf.

“The base,” Kuroro continued, “it seems that the space we are in is a small, independent space, containing only what we can see and what has appeared and disappeared so far.”

Then... that original creature that should have disappeared, could it have reappeared simply because it didn't exist?

Kusuo Saiki felt a chill run down his spine. Just as he stood up, Kuroro said, "I've already checked the corner, there's nothing there. And if it's a setting where the content of the exchange will be realized, I mentioned G when I was reading the comments at the beginning. G appeared, and then disappeared because you said that word."

Well, so that means most things will appear instead of disappear, right? It's so good that cockroaches existed in the first place... Can I really say that's good?

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva".

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva statue appeared next to Kuroro.

The stone statue's hands were clasped in devout prayer. Kuroro casually touched the statue's bald head, then absentmindedly uttered a single word: "Sara..."

A suspicious pause. Kusuo Saiki surveyed his surroundings, finding nothing or no one nearby. Sara... it was hard not to think of that girl. Was Chrollo referring to Saraza from the Phantom Troupe flashback arc? The idea of ​​the dead coming back to life... he could do it even if he couldn't...

Sarajevo.

I didn't even know who this person was from China.

“I’m more interested in war-related history. I looked up some information during my last visit and remembered it unexpectedly,” Kuroro said with a smile.

"Is that so?" Kusuo Saiki called out the name without ceremony, wanting to test if the person could be summoned: "Uvogin."

With a loud boom, a gigantic being descended from the sky.

Kuroro: "King Freecss".

A homeless man got lost and ended up here.

Kusuo Saiki: "Lion Beast".

Digimon Leomon shakes hands and talks with Ging Freecss, while Uvogin reaches out to arm wrestle with Leomon.

Kuroro tilted his head to look at all of this, also curious about Leomon: "Beast Blood."

The lion was unharmed, while the werewolf was turned into a dried-up corpse.

Kusuo Saiki frowned. "Snowy day."

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky. It wasn't even that cold in autumn, and everyone was wearing too few clothes.

"As ordinary people, we need to have some self-protection skills, for this is a curse from heaven."

Bound... huh? Wait, what is he saying? Hey, can't we just bring over something from the comic book next door?

It is a special ability from the work "Jujutsu Kaisen". It has two completely opposite categories: "exchanging physical condition for jujutsu power" and "exchanging jujutsu power for physical strength". It has the limit of one of the two.

Possessing both Heaven and the Curse, and having lost their powers, what they gained under these circumstances was...

Kusuo Saiki felt his physical strength return. Although he didn't make a move, he intuitively felt he could easily kick the living person in front of him in half.

Moreover, such a body does not require adaptation, because it is not an uncontrollable superpower, but a power that belongs to oneself.

"It's a very convenient support ability," Saiki Kusuo said after understanding this. "Father."

"Huh? Where am I? I was just about to take a paid dump, Nanxiong, don't just call your dad over like that..."

Kuniharu Saiki, Kusuo Saiki's father, was holding a newspaper and a roll of tissues, so he didn't seem to be lying.

But when Qi Mu Kuniharu turned around, he encountered a tall, imposing man with long, wavy white hair and a physique as strong as a wall.

"Xi xi xi ba!"

"Relatives." With just one simple word from Kuroro, everyone in the room who was identified as a relative disappeared.

Kusuo Saiki looked around; Silva, Kuniharu Saiki, and Kim Freecss had all disappeared.

Who said the word "relative" would make those who haven't disappeared sad? Kusuo Saiki pondered why he wasn't considered a "relative."

“It seems that we are the main subjects of the wording,” Kuroro said. “Father has summoned your father, so our relatives have also disappeared. It’s just as I thought.”

This person is just using people as guinea pigs.

Kuroro: "I have no choice. I have no relatives, so I can only use you as a target. Didn't you mention Father's words? The only one who will leave is Mr. Kim?"

Is it my fault now?

Kusuo Saiki: "A subordinate."

Other members of the Phantom Troupe appeared beside Chrollo, Uvogin disappeared, and the scene suddenly became lively.

"Don't worry, it's just a little game. Whatever you say will disappear if it exists, and appear if it doesn't," Kuroro said, turning around to greet everyone and explaining considerately.

"Commander, do you need our help in devising a strategy?" the swordsman asked.

"No need, I can handle it. Philosopher."

Some mysterious old men appeared, and to Kusuo Saiki's surprise, the result of this word was not that Kuroro disappeared on the spot.

"...I almost thought the leader was going to lose outright. Why did the leader mention philosophers?" Xiao Di asked in surprise.

"Hmm?" Kuroro turned around. "Why did you lose? Are you worried that I'll abandon the game after the philosopher chatted with me?"

"Because the commander understands philosophical things..."

"I believe everyone knows this to some extent. These are taught in social studies classes nowadays. They are very simple things."

Kuroro chatted casually, glancing at Saiki Kusuo out of the corner of his eye.

There were too many people. Saiki Kusuo had obviously already thought of his answer. He pushed open the door and went out into the corridor.

"Family." As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of people appeared around Kusuo Saiki. In addition to the two fathers who had already appeared, the Zoldycks and the Saiki family suddenly gathered in the same place, and their numbers were almost as many as the members of the Phantom Troupe behind Chrollo.

"Huh? Is today some kind of big family reunion day? It would be good to let you know in advance. If the stuff I have isn't poured into the machine within half an hour, it's going to explode."

What do you usually do, Kōsuke?

"Or Nanxiong could just move his finger and bring the machine over? There's some money on the ground here, I'd estimate around 1.8 billion."