I Became the Laughing Bell Character of the Academy chapter 283

Rest and move repeatedly.

After tracing my vague memories, I was able to get closer to a place with a purpose.

“… … .”

For some reason, it was difficult to breathe.

Stop first, leaving an alley. Then he turns his head.

“Could you please wait here for a moment? Arrieta.”

“… … .”

I can feel the troubled look.

It’s a natural reaction.

Arrieta must also know what state I am in right now.

You will look anxious.

but you will know

That no matter what happens, I will pass this way alone.

“Is it dangerous?”

“It won’t be dangerous.”

“Then it must be hurt?”

“I bet you.”

don’t lie

Yes, isn’t she the one who supported me until this point? No lies.

“I guess so.”

I replied with a wry smile.

If my prediction is correct, it will hurt. Or you’ll just laugh out loud.

But you have to. Even though you know you will be hurt, you have to find the answer.

this is your last chance

Even if you turn around ignoring the truth here, the only thing waiting for you is the question of being together for the rest of your life.

You will constantly doubt yourself in front of that question.

“So please comfort me when I come back hurt. For now, it’s just a place I need to return to. I want you to wait like that.”

“… … .”

Arrieta, who was listening to me, pursed her lips. Can not help it.

She won’t be able to move as long as I ask for it.

I was cowardly.

Cowardly, I drew a line and blocked her intervention.

“… … Then I’ll wait.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be waiting for you, so please come back. It’s okay to shed blood or shed tears. Please just come back.”

“I will definitely do that.”

before leaving.

Arrieta gives me a light hug. It seemed to take a little courage.

“Okay then.”

Leaving Arrieta standing in the shade between the buildings behind her, she turns around the last alleyway.

I actually knew.

If you look at the structure or division of the building, there are things you can understand without having to see it with your own eyes.

After turning around the alley, what you should see is the small villa where I originally lived.

“hahahaha.”

An open road welcomes me.

In the meantime, did they push the villa and make a road?

No, it can’t be.

The buildings must have been divided into blocks, and even if all of them were demolished, it would take time to build the road.

And I can’t see the merit of making the road that way.

It was just different.

In the first place, there was a subtle difference between the world in my memory and reality.

“Ahhhhho

I scream evil in desperation.

“Don’t be mean.”

When the [Erosion degree] was still low.

To me, Arietta and everyone else were just characters in the game.

[Erosion degree] went up whenever they perceived them as reality, and went down whenever they regarded the world as a game.

In a dream I had in a dying state, Oz had told me. The more serious I am, the higher the [Erosion Degree].

But that probably wasn’t all. There must have been one more thing.

“You, you are the f*ck. Did you keep your mouth shut to be considerate?”

My head heats up and I feel dizzy. I can’t fully bring out the emotions I put in my heart, so I only curse.

Similar but subtly different terrain, buildings, vehicle types, and businesses.

I am familiar with this form.

For some reason, it felt like a phenomenon that could be passed on naturally.

yeah, i was used to it.

It’s a common thing to see in modern games.

The scenery in the game is infinitely close, but when you look closely, it is bound to be slightly different. The company’s name, trademark, vehicle type, and building are subtly different.

Action to avoid copyright, that is universal and natural.

yes, so

Just to say the conclusion.

“… … Was it me who was the character?”

It is said that it was me who had no substance.

* * *

Olivia eventually had no choice but to fit in with Janus’ game.

A considerable amount of time passed, and I got tired of Janus persuading me persistently.

So when I played the game, I thought I would at least keep my mouth shut.

“Um, did you say Olivia? Okay, can we talk? Do you think it’s possible for one person’s body to have another person’s soul?”

But it seems it wasn’t.

Olivia answered while closing her eyes from psychological fatigue.

“… … It is a nonsensical question.”

“It’s not out of the blue. Oz is in that state right now. And now I’m off to find the truth.”

“… … It’s just hard to react to such outrageous statements.”

Olivia hated it.

He knew at least that Oz was different from the rumors.

Of course, rumors are just rumors.

I didn’t care too much. But there were definitely things that bothered me.

‘When I first met the saintess.’

Oz’s behavior was extremely unnatural. When you look at Oz’s usual activities at the point where you know what Oz and Arietta’s relationship is like.

It is unnatural that he deliberately pretended not to know Arrieta.

If they were going to draw a line, there would have been another way. However, Oz approached Arrieta in an awkward way, as if he did not know anything about it.

No, it was like acting like we were meeting for the first time.

“So what? What difference does it make to hear it now?”

Even if he was, in fact, a different person, it is meaningless now.

Arrieta and Olivia had already seen what kind of person Oz was.

Arrieta said it was the same as before, but with Olivia’s eyes excluding those past prejudices.

Oz is a good man.

I wouldn’t have intentionally deceived Arrieta. It would be more correct to say that I couldn’t bear to say it.

“yes? Oh, it’s not like that. I don’t even expect that anymore. Now, just because someone else is inside Oz’s body, the evaluation won’t change. Ah, the saintess doesn’t know a bit.”

“… … I guess so.”

Arietta has memories with Oz. I can’t imagine what kind of expression you’ll have about not having a friend from the past.

“That makes no more sense. why did you tell me that Do you think I will tell the story to the saintess?”

“It’s just small talk. Whatever you do after hearing the story, it is none of my business and I do not expect it.”

Janus started playing the game as if he really liked it.

item is concave

When I played chess, I was defeated in an instant, so it was a sport that I changed.

“Cutting out a few reasons, the conclusion is that a body cannot hold another person’s soul.”

“… … .”

“Even if you embrace it, it won’t last long. it’s either one Either get eaten by the original soul and disappear, or erase the original soul and try to take over the body.”

“Didn’t it be said that a body cannot contain another person’s soul?”

“Oh, you seem a little interested.”

Janus clapped his hands excitedly as he saw Olivia, whose complexion had turned slightly pale.

“Yes, there are already many examples of the latter case. Would you know?”

“… … undead.”

A form that has reached the end where the body and soul cannot mesh.

alive but dead.

“answer. But that’s only half correct. There are two answers. Either the body collapses and becomes like an undead, or the soul collapses and becomes an empty doll.”

“… … Are you saying Oz-sama is in that state now?”

“no.”

Janus said firmly.

he knows I found out. What kind of existence is Oz now?

“Now, let’s think about it. Let’s think about the story from Oz’s point of view.”

What conclusion did Oz come to and what did he do?

“I can’t be me right now. The other person knows too well about me. it must be someone else But how? No one else can, then.”

Janus spoke exaggeratedly, as if reciting what Oz was thinking.

“You must have another soul in your body.”

That’s Oz’s first answer.

A solution squeezed to win.

“But I don’t want to kill anyone because of my selfishness, and besides, I can’t beat him with anyone other than myself.”

You can’t beat Janus with your current mindset.

However, it must have the power gained through hundreds of regressions.

“Then, wouldn’t it be okay if I left my memories with a different way of thinking?”

That’s Oz’s conclusion.

“Yes, the current Oz is a being created based on Oz’s soul.”

It made me look at the current situation through the eyes of others, excluding myself.

Created to learn the know-how obtained through endless recursion and find the best path.

＜Simulator＞

That was Oz now.

“It would be nice, because the person your master likes is the same person as he was then and now, even though he may not remember it.”

It wasn’t someone else from the start. It’s just a test subject with fabricated memories planted in the same soul.

“that’s… … .”

Olivia hated it.

you want? Yes, in a sense, you might think so.

She could think that way as she was in a completely different position.

But inevitably, there was something that had to get stuck in a corner of my heart.

“The present Oz-sama knows that… … no, you don’t know So I would have opened the door.”

“Yeah, right. I taught you because you still don’t seem to know about yourself.”

“… … You are a terrible person.”

“Who? I? Or is it the real Oz that created Oz today?”

“It is both!”

Olivia shouted in disgust.

The real Oz who doesn’t consider another self to be hurt.

Even Janus, who forcibly brought the cruel truth to such a person.

Both were so selfish.

“I sympathize with him.”

said Janus.

It was sincere.

The way Oz set up to win.

Of course it worked. But he wouldn’t have considered that it would create such a terrible situation.

“Because he was just made that way. So I gave you a choice. Either stay calm, or fight after knowing everything.”

Janus clearly gave me a choice.

I left open the possibility of running away without knowing anything.

It was Oz who rejected it.

“He ends here. Even if I open the door I can’t stand it.”

Janus again made the final move. 5 rows completed.

It was a flawless victory that did not violate any rules.

“There is no black or white, no two sides? please don’t be funny The gray you claim, and the middle. It’s just a process leaning to one side or the other.”

* * *

I was poor.

I remember being poor.

No wonder. It would have been easier to have a sense of improvement.

“Ah!”

I wasn’t popular.

I remember it was like that.

It would have been easier to focus on the element of the game that way.

“aaa!!”

I had no family.

I remember it was like that.

Because that would have been easier to set up.

“aaa!!”

Scream.

what is my life what is the dream

I was just working towards the dream induced in the planted memory.

It’s funny. It’s so funny.

It’s funny and screams leak out.

I did well from the start.

I was able to quickly understand the situation in a world I had never seen before.

I was able to deal with it calmly.

It was too much to do with only a few percent [Erosion].

That was possible not because I was great, but because I was a doctor created by a man named Oz.

It was possible because it was a character.

You don’t know what my name is?

It was such a game.

Why couldn’t I think of it? A lot of games have been like that.

There is no fixed name for the main character, and a nickname is decided at the beginning of the game.

I was the main character of such a game.

No memories, no memories?

Why didn’t you think it was strange that there wasn’t only all the common sense and memorization of trivial information?

It was natural.

Because it wasn’t there from the beginning.

None of them were mine.

I was just made.

“you… … Was it like this?”

Was Eleanor like this?

to deny its existence. When you realize that even the one belief you planted in your heart was fake.

Could she have been so sick?

“Oz-sama!”

Arrieta can be seen approaching from a distance. No wonder.

How can you not pay attention when you’re screaming like crazy?

“Oz! Wake up!”

She hugs me as she lies on her face and cries and pushes me.

It’s obvious that you’re trying to comfort me.

But no. I can’t.

can’t see her

I don’t feel her hugging me.

I can’t hear my voice.

everything is moving away

rather.

Yes, it would be better if it just disappeared like this… … .

woo woo woo woo–

I hear this name

woo woo woo woo–

I feel a strange heat.

woo woo woo woo–

An artificial vibration is felt.

“… … .”

Eyes open wide.

The lost sensation returns.

The distant sound becomes clearer.

And… … .

woo woo woo woo–

I wake up to the sharp sensation in my pocket.

“Why is this… … .”

There was a rectangular object.

It was something that was in my memory.

But it was also something I couldn’t have.

“Why is this on me?”

The smartphone was vibrating and receiving a message.

[Laughing Bell died as soon as the main story started? I can’t even find out how it happened hahahaha The homepage is on fire hahahahaha]

I remember it clearly. This is the last message I saw.

No, that’s not what’s important.

[Shall we talk for a minute? It’s not about texting, it’s about meeting]

There was also a message received under it. There was a message being received in real time.

[Do you know where I am?]

Yes, I had a friend with whom I talked about games.

[Then I’ll be waiting for you, friend]

The friend’s name is… … .

[from. Ain]

It was also the name of a certain monotheistic god.