Uneasy daily life

"...Yumiko, it's no use."

Hayato Hayama smiled wryly as he held the words on the identity card and showed Miura Yumiko his identity and abilities.

Yumiko Miura was stunned. It was a very powerful ability—no wonder Hayato could draw so many friend cards. However, traveling together brought extremely strong negative effects, and the judgment of the choice grid was bound to fail!

Wait a minute, so it turns out that the White Shadow wasn't behind anything, but rather that Hayato shouldn't have gone along... that going along would actually put negative pressure on Hayato?!

"Oh! You should have said so earlier!"

Yumiko Miura slapped her forehead in frustration.

Hayato Hayama just smiled, shook his head, and casually said, "It's just a game, no need to be so serious."

"I can't hold Hayato back!"

Since I extended the invitation first, I'll take care of this issue!

"Hey! I want to... end my companionship with Hayato."

Yumiko Miura opened her mouth and forcibly changed a word.

Tsk, it's just a game, why bother with such a thing...

Bai Ying looked over: "Oh? You want a divorce? Of course you can."

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Love is sacred and great.

Marriage is mundane and cold.

Sometimes, I wonder if love is an illusion deliberately given to humanity by genes to ensure the continuation of the species—those who believe in love believe it more than anyone else, and those who don't believe in love believe it less than anyone else, perfectly forming an eternal debate.

From that argument onward, the passion cooled, and life became dull and tasteless, like eating a compound that was barely enough to survive, one that tasted like cardboard.

I attended a teacher's funeral some time ago. She never married and I felt sorry for her at the time.

Looking at my empty, cold home now, I should pity myself.

While she and her husband were arguing behind their child's back, the teacher was out for a drive, drinking and eating barbecue.

Unable to help but doubt and worry about her husband's fidelity, the teacher called a few students to play tennis.

He lives like an enviable young man despite his advanced age.

Thinking back, my teacher had warned me before: you can change yourself and pursue the other person in any way you want, but you must be sure that the other person loves you.

I strive to sculpt myself into someone worthy of Hayato Hayama.

Love, I've become tainted by that fatal illusion, my heart bewitched, urging me to chase after his shadow. All around me, rumors abound: some say a talented man and a beautiful woman, some say a handsome man and a beautiful woman, some say a perfect match in terms of social standing, some say a perfect couple in terms of popularity—I think that's true.

Don't be afraid of being tired, it's proof of hard work; don't be afraid of pain, it's proof of growth; don't be afraid of scars, they're a symbol of adulthood.

My man is perfect, so I must be perfect too.

The camera captured the wedding dress, and we smiled at each other; that moment seemed eternally beautiful.

The illusion finally dissipated. Perfection was the mask I put on him; marriage is a cage woven by many; and love is one person's wishful thinking.

Yes, it's wishful thinking.

The challenge posed by Princess Kaguya was not a test, but a subtle warning to discourage people from taking the challenge.

I am Prince Chachi. I dare not go out to sea to find out if the Penglai Jade Branch really exists, yet I am unwilling to give up my obsession. So I spent all my wealth and racked my brains to create the magnificent, beautiful, silver-rooted, gold-branched, white-jade-fruited Penglai Jade Branch that the other party described, almost indistinguishable from the real thing—but a fake is still a fake.

If the other person doesn't want to get married and isn't interested in you, and you can't even see that clearly, then being obsessed with them will only make you feel good for yourself.

True love may exist, provided that we are both emotional enough to fall for each other in that instant, and both rational enough to clearly see ourselves reflected in each other's eyes.

The real Yumiko Miura is proud. Continuing to delay will only hurt everyone. It's time to make a clean break, otherwise it will only be mutual torment.

She sat in the living room waiting, and heard the sound of a key unlocking the door.

"Hayato, let's get a divorce."

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Hayato Hayama said, "I disagree."

"Unfortunately, in this game, ending a partnership doesn't require mutual consent; it can be done unilaterally," Bai Ying casually remarked. "Of course, if you want to have conflicting judgments, I can add another one—this is the most suitable marriage. Hayama Hayato doesn't want a divorce; it would severely impact his current life and relationships..."

"Alright, alright, it's just a game, stop adding all this nonsense!" Miura Yumiko snapped irritably, then turned and said, "If this continues, we'll both be dragged down together. Hayato can actually do better on his own."

"……All right."

Hayato Hayama sighed. Yes, it's just a game. There's no need to pay attention to what the white shadow says. The other party is just saying whatever is fun to them.

"So, with the property distribution complete, Miura Yumiko left with nothing, and the children were left to be raised by Hayama Hayato. Thus, the marriage of a golden couple came to an end. Congratulations, congratulations!"

The white figure clapped its hands.

Hayato Hayama looked at Yumiko Miura in astonishment.

Miura Yumiko said, "Hayato, you have to win. I don't need to worry about you. Anyway, my abilities are useless with my identity."

Although I'm a little bothered by that kid card... oh well, it's just a game.

When it was her turn, Miura Yumiko threw the dice with a somewhat downcast mood, landing on a choice square.

Phantom took out a card: "Please."

Choice Card: Fate.

"Please roll the dice!"

The white figure gestured with its hand.

Yumiko Miura casually tossed it aside—1!

"Oh! What's that?! Yumiko Miura, who had just divorced and moved out, was walking down the street and about to cross the road when a large truck suddenly came rushing straight at her—!"

Bai Ying shouted excitedly, "Now is crucial! Has Miura Yumiko noticed that out-of-control truck? Roll the dice!"

Miura Yumiko threw it again—1!

"?" Bai Ying paused for a moment, the usually fluent narration sounding a little sluggish. "Well, it seems Miura Yumiko didn't notice at all! She's destined to be hit head-on by the truck! But it doesn't matter, as long as we hold down Newton's coffin lid and seal off the mechanics of the universe, she won't be hurt if she's hit by a car... Please roll the dice again to confirm how tight Newton's coffin lid is—wait a minute!"

Bai Ying reached out and picked up the dice, then casually tossed them a few times.

11, 5, 2, 7... There's nothing wrong with the dice.

"Give."

Bai Ying solemnly handed the dice to Miura Yumiko.

Yumiko Miura was also a little apprehensive. She ran her fingers over the smooth die to confirm that there were 12 different numbers on the surface, not 12 ones, and then tentatively tossed it lightly into the field.

1!

Miura Yuko: "..."

Hayama Hayato: "..."

Everyone: "..."

The white figure looked at Angelina, suspecting that this subordinate was messing with her. Angelina was also confused and quickly shook her head vigorously to show her innocence—No! I only secretly used my superpower when I was rolling the dice, I definitely didn't interfere with anyone!

"Let's calm down first! Newton is turning in his grave, and the laws of mechanics have returned to the world. Miura Yumiko was inevitably hit hard by the truck and suffered injuries, but there are degrees of severity in car accident injuries!"

Bai Ying tried her best to smooth things over: "Please roll the dice again, and the number will determine the severity of your injury..."

Yumiko Miura: "Let me die."

"No! Try a little harder! Things will turn around. Maybe we can save you at midnight. You'll just have to stay in bed for a year as a vegetable and take on some debt along the way!"

Yumiko Miura was clearly driven to a mental breakdown by the dice: "So it was you who made this all along, wasn't it? Why did it have to be a truck accident?!"

"Because you have nothing left but your life!"

Bai Ying expressed her predicament: "I don't have a single penny, not a single prop. I can't even come up with a story to make you lose props and wealth. Anyway, I'll just have to struggle for now..."

Upon hearing this, Miura Yumiko couldn't hold back any longer and immediately gave up, saying, "I'm not playing anymore, hurry up and kill me."

She married him by clinging to him, but ended up dragging him down. In the end, she took the initiative to ask for a divorce, choosing to leave with nothing and suffering a triple defeat on the dice!

My life is a complete mess. I'm tired. Let it end.

Miura Yumiko lost her fighting spirit, and Shirokage was helpless in the face of this. Phantom's ability, in this situation, subtly had the opposite effect.

"Okay, the big truck sped by, and Miura Yumiko was hit and sent to another world, leaving this game. Let's wish her a wonderful new life."

The white-clad figure announced the news of the death, and couldn't help but pick up the dice again and throw them—12!

Yumiko Miura: "Heh."

Is this what these scoundrels call fate?

A newly divorced wife is blown away by a truck, and a single father raises his child alone. What a third-rate, melodramatic plot.

Bai Ying suspects that the dice want to kill him and become the author.

Hachiman Hikigaya picked up the dice, carefully weighed them in his hand, and confirmed that the weight was even. He couldn't help but look enviously at Yumiko Miura, who had left to watch from the sidelines—how wonderful, to be able to escape the dark game in this way.

However, upon closer inspection of the other party's eyes, which lacked luster, it's possible that Dark Game had already devoured Miura's soul, discarding her body like a chicken claw being gnawed on and bones spat out.

Hachiman Hikigaya: "I'm going to fight this old man."

Yukinoshita's father smiled and said, "Oh dear, my wealth is more than ten times yours. Winning won't be so easy."

Hachiman Hikigaya remained noncommittal, but he would take the initiative to launch a counterattack against the old man every round. With more losses than wins, his wealth did indeed quickly dwindle to zero. However, as long as he moved forward a few squares each round, he could obtain a little bit of wealth that could be used as battle funds through Komachi's assistance.

Not to mention that those who followed in the footsteps of others, using certain tools to control their steps and make choices, managed to acquire a company with long-term profits.

The obsessive uncle gradually realized that the battle system had the possibility of either a critical success that resulted in a complete victory or a critical failure that resulted in a complete defeat!

In situations where it's impossible to directly eliminate the opponent from the arena, the more battles there are, the more disadvantageous it becomes for those with greater wealth.

Don't be afraid of wearing shoes if you are barefoot.

"You want to gamble your entire fortune on one big success?!"

"For someone like me who doesn't have much wealth, it's not a burden at all. What about you, uncle?"

"Heh! Bring it on if you want to gamble!"

Yukinoshita's father gave up the option of actively fighting each round.

The less I fight, the more advantageous it is for me to fight; this is also a form of fighting!

As long as I don't gamble, my earnings surpass those of 99% of gamblers nationwide!

Yui Yuigahama winked at Hachiman Hikigaya—"Hachiman, should we use it?"

Hachiman Hikigaya shook his head, his gaze steady—Leave it to me.

[A leaf before the eyes: The clear night is joyful with its bright light, the sun's shadow casting three parts of snow. Fallen leaves in the autumn wind bring sorrow and loneliness, while across the sea, the spring sun slants. Love-longing beans, the blood of the heart? A scholar's pen, a message of parting. A moth drawn to the flame mistakes the moon for the heartless, yet the sentimental are used to express their pain.]

The game starts with 160 squares. You have one chance to make the dice roll a 12, regardless of the result, before the dice are rolled.

There are too many Chinese characters in the text above, and I can't understand it. It makes me very dizzy.

But the effect is amazing, isn't it!

Yui Yuigahama carefully hid her ID card to avoid being seen by the older man.

Let me help small businesses achieve victory!

Chapter 106 The Ultimate Showdown!

[You experienced hardship in your youth, but encountered a benefactor who brought you great success, leading to a smooth and prosperous life. However, you must avoid the Valley of Pichia, as it is a calamity in your destiny that will steal all your wealth and glory.]

This is a prophecy with a cautionary nature, and I can no longer remember who said it.

Under the snow, her father didn't believe her. "My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens!"

The template for successful social elites has been loaded—a middle-aged man turned to demonic power, ten times stronger in his darker state, every strike is a raging inferno, every strike a critical hit!

Hachiman? Hmph! I'll make sure he doesn't leave alive!