You say this is a love game?

She lowered her voice and said:

"Although it's not nice to talk about the dead, actually, a friend of mine came to me yesterday and told me that this girl named Fujii Sa...she seemed to have a bad reputation in junior high school. She seemed to have done a lot of unpleasant things. Were you really close friends with her? If your feelings weren't that deep...there's no need to be sad for someone like that."

"Yeah, yeah." Yajima Mai nodded.

Her reaction was unexpectedly calm.

"By the way, Senior."

"what?"

"I also want you to help me find someone." said Mai Yajima.

Miss Yamada was stunned: "Is he still from our school?"

"Yes, her name is 'Kamei Reimi', and she's also my friend. I hope you can help me contact her."

Ms. Yamada suddenly hesitated and said hesitantly, "Would you like me to help find the contact address?"

Yajima Mai nodded, but noticing Ms. Yamada's mood, she changed her tone and said:

"No need. If you can get in touch with me, I'd like you to pass on a message to me."

"Just say, Yajima Mai, I want to meet her."

Chapter 038 The Resentment of the Woman by the Window

"You did all this?"

In his small apartment, Mizutani Makoto was carrying a schoolbag and was stunned to see the brand new scene of his home.

It's like a thorough cleaning.

Makoto Mizutani is a relatively diligent person. He mops the floor about every three days, and the apartment is always kept at a minimum level of cleanliness and tidiness.

But he had never seen a reflective floor like this!

It was like a special effect with the sound of Duang, and it was really shining.

Mizutani Makoto was amazed. This was all thanks to Zashiki. She was at home looking after this small, shabby apartment one day, and she suddenly had the idea to help him with all the housework in the apartment.

She even cleaned the wallpaper... She even got rid of the small mold spot in the corner near the ceiling.

"No?" The girl suddenly became nervous.

"No, you did a great job, better than me."

Mizutani Makoto stopped him in time. "Why don't you praise the child for doing good things but blame him?" That really overestimates the child's psychological endurance.

It was this child who was so sensible that it surprised him a little.

"Like a woman who could be my mother."

Commander Char's voice was heard.

"what?"

Zashiki looked up, a confused look on his face.

"It's okay, I'm just playing a joke from an anime."

Mizutani Makoto bent down and said, "If you're interested and think it can help you kill time, then doing some housework is fine. But I'm not a black-hearted capitalist in a sweatshop. I won't throw you out just because you don't work... By the way, do you like reading comics?"

Zashiki nodded slowly.

Seeing that Zashiki was in good mental condition, Mizutani Makoto didn't pursue the matter further.

He worked on his exercise book at home, and in the evening he went to the street to buy two instant lunch boxes.

He can't cook and doesn't know how to manage the household.

Buying two bento boxes is the most convenient way, and you can enjoy discounts on the bento boxes if you buy them at a convenience store after the "best before" date.

This is his law of survival.

When she got home, Zashiki realized that Mizutani Makoto had bought her another bento. She whispered that she didn't actually need to eat.

She is like the little monster in the story, eating is no longer a necessary physiological behavior for her.

"Life is hard enough." Mizutani Makoto patted the kid's head compassionately. "There's no need to starve, right?"

Having enough food is the easiest physiological need to satisfy in this society.

As long as you are full, you can sleep comfortably and contentedly through the night, and the days can go on one by one.

Mizutani Makoto knew that Zashiki would not starve to death, but he also knew that Zashiki could enjoy the pleasure of eating.

So, he would bring a bento to Zashiki.

"I can cook." Zashiki said quietly.

"Isn't it a waste to cook for two people?" Mizutani Makoto's thoughts were quite straightforward.

It is true that this apartment has a kitchen, but it is actually just a small kitchen counter that can't even fit two pots on it, and he hardly uses this kitchen counter on a daily basis.

Cook?

It’s so troublesome. You might as well order some takeout or buy some snacks or bento boxes on the street. Walking a few steps can also be considered exercise.

"Oh..." Zashiki nodded.

After about ten minutes, Mizutani Makoto realized it belatedly and was stunned for a moment, his expression becoming unnatural.

Unhappy? Uncomfortable?

Actually, none of them.

Zashiki behaved normally, as well-behaved as ever, and did not feel aggrieved at all because his proposal was rejected.

"..."

She was so well behaved that someone began to reflect.

Mizutani Makoto thought for a moment and realized that comics were the only thing that could keep her entertained at home, so she changed the subject and said, "I haven't had home-cooked meals in a long time. But we're out of rice. Tomorrow after school, I'll go to the supermarket to buy some rice. I'll also go to the supermarket to look for ingredients..."

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but sigh sadly.

You don't know.

2025, Reiwa 7.

The rice in the foot basin is expensive!

Not only is rice expensive, but the prices of other ingredients are also going up. The storm of rising prices is sweeping the country, making life more and more difficult for ordinary people like him.

But men must always be responsible for their own pretense.

Can't I feed a little girl?

The financial situation of the Mizutani family is indeed rather tight, but Mizutani Makoto firmly believes that poverty is temporary. Whether it is a scholarship that he is sure to win, a reward from the system, or a small treasury saved from working, he has a way to pay for this "sense of happiness".

【Zashiki's mood value +10! 】

Looking at Zashiki's eyes that suddenly lit up, Mizutani Makoto felt that it was necessary for the system to give him such a hint.

You can't just say you're a love system when I'm playing Soul Gaming.

After having a good meal and a few drinks, we soon entered the liver game session.

Mizutani Makoto enters the private Hiiragigaoka Academy.

He knocked down both JK ladies in the atrium, ignored the JK ladies who were partying together, and then resolutely stepped into the teaching building of the museum.

The second floor.

The corridor here is different from the one next door.

There were piles of debris and monsters hiding in the corners, but it was this kind of environment that made Mizutani Makoto feel a long-lost sense of security.

Go forward,

There will be new monsters here.

--ghost.

When passing by the classroom window glass, the glass surface twisted and deformed, and a sharp piece of glass shot out, pointing directly at Mizutani Makoto's throat.

Mizutani Makoto had anticipated this. He crouched down and raised his kitchen knife to block. The moment he touched the sharp glass spikes, he pressed forward and the back of the knife slammed into the window glass!

Snapped!

The window glass shattered, revealing a blurry female figure behind the glass. Its face was obscured by a shadow, making it difficult to tell whether its features were beautiful or ugly. Only those vicious eyes were staring at him.

"Ahhhhh!!"

A shrill scream was heard, and it flew out of the classroom directly, its body becoming translucent, like a ghostly vengeful spirit!

But Makoto Mizutani doesn't indulge it!

He grasped the cloak with his right hand and swung it violently. The tar cloak that emitted a scorching smell immediately drove back the ghost that was about to pounce on him.

With the left foot in front and the right foot behind, the knees are slightly bent, ready to shoot like a stretched bowstring.

The ghost circled in mid-air and pounced, and was greeted by a fierce slash that had been charged for a long time.

Cut off!

The kitchen knife's handle wasn't wide enough for two hands, making single-blade techniques difficult to execute. Fortunately, Niten Ichiryu's techniques mostly involved holding a blade in each hand. Mizutani Seiichi's "Ki" was a long-blade slashing attack. His swordsmanship was becoming increasingly sophisticated, and his swift, accurate, and powerful strikes left the ghosts with nowhere to dodge.

The ghost smiled sarcastically.

Although it had been locked in by Mizutani Makoto's slash, it was not panicked at all and actually rushed towards Mizutani Makoto facing the blade.

Stab it!

It was like a piece of translucent cloth, split in half from beginning to end by Mizutani Makoto.

Even when death was imminent, one could still see deep confusion in those eyes.

Soul +18

A piece of trash who relies on "material exemption"!

Mizutani Makoto raised his middle finger towards where the ghost disappeared.

He was attacked by a ghost yesterday.

There was no way out. He was walking on the street and suddenly there was a "sneak attack!", and the glass shards directly pierced his trachea. Who could withstand this?

Faced with this kind of first kill, he could only make up a small story collection to vent his anger, and then turn around and continue to push the map.

Yesterday, on his third life, Mizutani Makoto had already realized that the essence of this monster was a ghost, and the effect of his swordsmanship on it would be greatly weakened, or even cause no damage.

But, he has a tar cape!

Fire damage, boy!

Makoto Mizutani exclaimed that he had chosen the correct answer - this cloak is definitely a powerful weapon for pioneering new areas. It is precisely because of the "weak fire damage" that Makoto Mizutani was able to kill this ghost with his sword!

Keep going, move forward!

Mizutani Makoto took a big step forward, but his sharp eyes noticed a faint reflection on the floor.

He moved closer and discovered that it was actually an eyeball.

【The Eyes of the Woman by the Window】

[Description: The window woman's eyes are filled with aggression. Staring at the window for a long time can cause the eyes to penetrate the glass. Driven by spiritual power, they will cause the target to fall into the "fear" state, with a limit of "paper".]

[Comment: I will always spy on you, forever and ever...]

Chapter 039: Hospitality Teaching Building

Mizutani Makoto repeatedly stroked the eyeball in his hand. The white of the eye was clear and the pupil was translucent. If it weren't for the cold resentment revealed in the blood-red eyes, he would probably think that the eyeball was really beautiful.

It feels like a glass ball, cool and comfortable to play with.

But there's a problem.

Putting aside the role of "fear" for the moment, it was the first time that Mizutani Makoto saw the system give a specific rating.

--Paper?

"what?"