Survival: King Picking Game

"Kidnapping?"

Sanshen Lianzi had an expression of worry and guilt.

"Who would kidnap an ordinary middle school student?"

In other words, what kind of "elements" are there in him that people are attracted to?

Sports warehouse.

The iron door was locked by external force.

There is no physical education class, and the noisy sound from the playground cannot come in.

In a quiet and claustrophobic environment.

There is a faint light cast from the gap, illuminating countless dust in the air, floating and sinking in the light.

In the warehouse, apart from the piles of sporting goods, there is still a vast open space.

On the armchair in the middle of the clearing...

Anya pressed her legs and sat quietly on it.

She is closing her eyes and meditating.

The struggle between two spirits from different individuals kept going back and forth in her mind...

Yes, the soul of the original gamer named "Anya" and the soul of Kitami Reika who tried to possess her has not yet decided the real winner.No one has gained [-]% control of this flesh.

Therefore, today's "Anya" will feel extremely tired as long as she acts for a while...

Recently, though, the two women have at least reached a compromise.

Kitami Reika's goal is to sacrifice the entire school in accordance with the instructions of a certain "devil" lord in an upcoming important school event...

The goal of Anya, the disciple of despair, is to spread chaos and panic, and using this ceremony seems to be able to achieve this to the greatest extent.

"...Speaking of which, is this boy so important?"

Anya looked at the thin boy whose eyes were blinded by a black cloth and whose limbs were tied to a pole.

Next to him is a vertical fork with a bag of nutrient solution on it, and a thin tube hangs down, connecting it to his wrist.

Most of the time, he sat there motionless, but occasionally he struggled violently, letting his arm rub against the rough and cold iron rod and bleed.

Anya knew that he was actually in a state of deep sleep.The reason for the struggle is just because of the change of mood in the dream.

...but not normal.

This near-comatose "deep sleep" has lasted for three full days and three nights on the young man.

In fact, if it wasn't for the regular injection of nutrient solution, he might have died long ago.Otherwise, it would be impossible to maintain this pale but energetic look.

Although it is a bit troublesome, according to Kitami Reika, adequate nutrition must be provided so that the boy has enough energy to sleep.

...or rather, dreaming.

The dream of this boy—"Sakakibara Kouichi" seems to have played a key role in the sacrificial plan that affected the entire academy.

"Hey, Kitami Lihua, we are partners now anyway."

In her heart, Anya chatted casually with a certain turbid soul.

"Can't you reveal something? Let me have a mental preparation anyway..."

Kitami Lihua was silent for a while, then said softly.

——"My Lord is coming to the world soon."

"I know I know." Anya changed into an impatient tone, "You have said this to me dozens of times, and every time I ask you, you use this sentence to prevaricate me... It's so inexplicable Right. Isn’t that the way an ally should behave?”

"That's because." Kitami Lihua's tone contained fanaticism, "As long as our Lord comes, it will be our victory."

"……Really."

Anya was not going to question the "lord" on this.

After all, in a sense, everyone is a fanatic.

"Thus, what needs to be considered as a servant is only how to provide conditions for the arrival of our Lord."

This time, Kitami Lihua seemed really not going to hide anything.

"Except for the "Dark Bible", in the ritual of extracting yin promiscuity, the magic power generated through intercourse between men and women is provided as a reserve for the sacrifice, and the rest are sacrifices."

——"The sacrifice of the ceremony is also called [Pillar of Man]. The original custom of blessing."

"Seventy years ago, my lord came to the world from an unknowable far away place, and easily swallowed up the weak original gods here. But my lord also took advantage of local customs and passed down the sacrificial ritual. It seems that in this way, It will be more convenient to adapt to the world, and the loyal believers of our lord also have a convenient and stable channel to contact our lord..."

"but."

Kitami Lihua's voice suddenly became extremely angry and cold.

——"This channel was destroyed ten years later."

"From now on, the coming of our Lord is no longer possible."

"But the will of our lord still cares about us humble people. He told us what to do in order to rebuild our faith in the world..."