Do you like Yu-Gi-Oh even if it's like this?

The pure white tassels, the fluffy skirt, the delicate makeup...

——Although I am not very interested in this aspect, this is undoubtedly... Haruka. Hanayome. ver?

Why...would you wear a wedding dress at a time like this?

No, in the final analysis, I am more concerned about the water machine being included in the banned card list...

Everything is beyond my thinking range. What is this...

I kept a poker face but was still sweating as I thought about it.

——My memory is like a chaos, but the only thing I remember is my purpose... to bring a friend back.

【Wei, Zaima? 】

(!)

[I have no way to directly observe your condition here - let me explain in short, the space you are in now is called the 'subconscious aggregate', which is similar to the Alaya of fate. ]

It's the sound of the lights, is she listening?

[Basically, all human thoughts are connected together through extremely weak radio waves. One of the functions of this machine is to strengthen this connection, allowing you to use your five senses to touch the consciousness of people you cannot touch otherwise.]

(So…?)

[As you know, our company is basically a high-tech company that operates in the project of "resurrection"——]

(How can that be what I see? Aren’t you extremely poor?)

[This is not important. What is important is that... we have the means to revive any death... including the death without a single body left. ]

(...)

This guy is really good at not listening.

[We can reshape the body - but it is very difficult to bring back the human spirit. To find the spirit of a person whose body is gone, we must use this method.]

The sound of the light sounds very professional, but having seen their company's equipment, I am somewhat unsure... After all, there are quite a few parts that are rusted and even have sparks. I guess the only reason it can run is because of my thinking.

[Isn't there a saying? The social network of any person on earth will not jump more than five times with any other person - that is, the connection between people exists in the network of relationships. ]

she continued.

[We use mechanical means to enhance the weak free bioelectric connection, so that you can connect to the missing person - even if the winter herder is thousands of miles away, as long as you follow your spirit to pull him back, we can reshape his body and revive him. ]

——It’s really magical.

(Okay... I have my doubts about how reliable it is, but I'll give it a try anyway.)

[I will tell you how to pull the other person back with the spirit, but there is one more thing... always pay attention to the color of the sun. If it is green, call me for help loudly - I will pull you back.]

(!?) Whoosh

After explaining the vague part, Deng hung up the call with the spirit.

——Although it is a company that cannot afford to pay wages and is a shitty company in terms of labor law, it seems that its technical strength is indeed not to be underestimated. ：

"Teacher?"

My consciousness was pulled back by Haruka in front of me.

"Good morning?"

She waved her white palm in front of me, as if to attract my attention.

"...Good morning."

——Wagalimas, so what this world reflects is what is in people’s subconscious mind? 3

I looked up and saw the sun outside the curtains. It looked normal... but it was not as dazzling as the sun in real life. Even if I stared at it for a long time, it would not leave double images in my eyes. It seemed that the me who entered this world was just bioelectricity.

"Wow! Ah! Teacher, you actually answered me!"

However, the excitement of Haruka hugging me from behind exceeded my expectations.

"This is the first time you've spoken to me since I threatened you to get married!"

Her eyes were sparkling and she rubbed her fragrant head against me.

"……threaten?"

——I was stunned for a moment.

"Have you forgotten? I told you that if you don't marry me, I will cut off your living expenses!"

She put her hands on her hips, looking very proud.

I blinked.

——I see, that’s how it is.

"I'm very happy. At least I can see you. I'm really happy."

...If we were here, maybe it wouldn't hurt to speak some truth.

At least if it's to her in front of me.

“…Ah wow, teacher, you finally got it! I don’t know why, but I’m very happy!”

She pounced on him again, and her white gauze dress became messy.

"Okay! Come on a date with me today!"

She pulled me out of bed and dragged me into the bathroom in one breath.

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"So, you guys want to go too?"

Deng looked at the group of people surrounding him with some hesitation.

"Of course - Mu Dongren is an acquaintance, how can I just ignore him?"

——This is Trump.

"I've always thought it was strange that the teacher disappeared! How could I give up this opportunity!"

——This is the White Dragon Envoy who got the news from somewhere unknown.

"……Seconded."

——This is the Shadow Envoy who came with the White Dragon Envoy.

"But at the end of the day, our company doesn't have the financial resources to maintain facilities or anything like that. We simply can't afford to support a number of you."

Deng gave a dry laugh, and stared at the still operating machine next to him with a tearful look on his face.

"Understand, it's definitely not that I don't want to provide that facility, but I can't do it - the most I can do is let one more person in."

——You know, as the branch director of a company that can't pay salaries, she will definitely not think that there are too few ways to make money... Let alone Spider's agreed remuneration, she really wants to make a killing from these people in front of her.

But the company seemed to be cursed, and at times like this, there was no way she could receive normal compensation, and she had almost gotten used to it.

"Then, let me in."

——Haruka walked into the room and frowned slightly at the air leaking through the cracks in the wall.

"I'll use... my dark game to bring you all in."

Water machine, and its first seven:

Chapter 75 70 The update time is getting longer and longer (laughs)

"Teacher, try this too!"

——Shopping, then playing cards, then reviewing the game, then... having a candlelight dinner at an altitude of 800 meters. 2

Of course, she paid for everything, and I just had to follow her around, running around like a puppet under the guidance of her petite body.

The night wind blew, and the heartbeat that was unique to high altitudes reached its peak during her wedding.

Sensibility was high, and under the stimulation of alcohol and perfume, I seemed to feel the huge and real "love".

"Teacher?"

Her smile was as beautiful as a flower, with the charm and maturity of the night, making it hard to imagine that she was such a young child.

Leaning against me, her eyes were filled with happiness, bubbling on the glass foam.

"Are you happy today?"

I asked her.

"of course."

That's what she answered.

"Then... can you come to see me with your original face?"

I loosened my arms slightly and could feel that this body wanted to leave me in an instant.

But she held back, then she lowered her head with her back to me, letting the wind from the sky blur her eyes, and then tears fell.

“…When did you discover it?”

"At first - I was convinced when I was playing cards."

——The girl in front of me is definitely not Haruka... Haruka's self-esteem and feelings for me are not to the point where she would get close to me even if it means threatening me.

I felt a little pity for her, but for the sake of the conversation that would follow, I might not be able to hug her tightly.

"I can't fool you."

Her face slowly changed, becoming more like the one I saw in the mirror.

——Since the company’s goal is “resurrection”, it can naturally connect to the spirits of the dead... As long as the goal is related to me, it will be fine.

This also includes the android girl who used my genes.

"I have always felt that being loved is a very difficult thing - people in the company treat me as a product, and passers-by think I am a robber..."

Her chest also began to swell, and her body stretched her clothes to the point of being precarious.

"But what am I to you?"

She must have come to see me here in search of the answer.

"Is it a daughter? Is it a stranger? Or... like you today, a substitute for that person called Haruka?"