With a groggy head, Natsume vomited as she looked at the flickering light above her head.

He quickly got up from the bed and ran to the toilet, only after throwing up did he feel a lot more comfortable.

I found that my left hand was a little tight, and I saw that the wound on it had been treated and wrapped in a layer of bandages.

The smell of disinfectant seeped into the nasal passages, and in addition to the smell of shower gel, there was a smell of blood in the toilet.

There is underwear with blood in the trash can on his left, and speaking of which, he will suddenly lose consciousness, as if something good happened before.

I can't remember, and I can't remember clearly, but there is one thing Natsume knows, he is living with my wife Yuno.

"My wife's miss?"

There was no response, so it was better to say that Natsume was the only one in this room.

In addition to the broken chairs and messy beds, Natsume 'cohabited' with a note that my wife, Yuno, had placed on the table.

He didn't expect that my wife, Yuno, would leave such a thing for himself.

If she was 'Akise or', then the most correct action she would have taken would have been to kill herself.

Could it be that because the 'game of the gods' has not yet begun, my wife Yuno has not acted?

Not necessarily, because that person, the man in the wide-brimmed hat who attacked him before should be Volcano Gough, and his actions and appearance indicate that this death game has begun.

In addition to these, Natsume only thought of one reason.

My wife, Yuno, knew her status as an 'agent of God' and chose to endure in order not to attract the attention of Deus.

God's Agent?

In this way, wouldn't I like Amano Yukiki!

No, no, no, no!!!!

No way. It's impossible, even if it's to change cause and effect for the sake of the proper functioning of the two-week shijie. Natsume was still sure that he wouldn't like Yukiki Amano.

Compared to that, let's take a look at the message first.

But this is not a message at all. It's not a message at all, to put it bluntly, this is the legendary 'threat letter'.

[The next time we meet, we won't let you leave alive.] 】

A threat indeed, a naked *naked threat.

I was hated by the people who had to be helped from the beginning, can I continue to do so?

And the most important thing about this game is that in the face of people who have a 'future diary', Natsume doesn't have a future diary, which is a double-edged sword.

The advantage is that I don't have to really fight with my wife Yuno at the moment, and the disadvantage is that I am completely at a disadvantage when I am against the diary holders.

"In that case. Need I give you a diary? ”

The scene shifted, and the space that had been softly lit became a large hall, and a slow, threatening voice came overhead.

Looking up, the 'god' with a mechanical body named Deus resembling a motorized shell was looking at Natsume.

"It's Deus."

"It's the quickest way to get all the stuff in your head, Murumru."

"Understood, understood."

Murumru Deus ran out from behind, and she clapped her hands lightly on the way, and a bench appeared behind Natsume.

"Observer, watcher. The Interferer, the most troubling of the characters you've chosen, is the Interferor, and in that case, since you, as a creative personality, also want to try to defy cause and effect. Want to make a bet? ”

"Bet?"

Natsume sat in his chair, and he thanked Murumlu for the coffee table he handed him.

However, the color of the coffee is a little strange, and there is something tumbling in the coffee in addition to the toffee. Natsume smacked her tongue and just used it as a cup to warm her hands.

At this point, Natsume fell into a brief silence after hearing Deus's bet.

In fact, the current situation is the most unfavorable for me.

I was hated by my wife Yuno. Controlled by Deus, unlike the previous mission. At the moment, it can be said that there are almost no advantages that belong to you.

No, no, there is also the killer feature of recording, but this action is too perverted and risky, so I will bring it over.

Nodding, Natsume took his coffee and let Deus continue.

Every movement of Deus causes some mechanical objects to fall, he explained disapprerovingly

"Gambling, one of the most popular activities of mankind. It's very simple and clear, what I'm betting on is that as long as you're not killed in Zuihou, I'll give you a real existence, don't you think? ”

"There's no loss at all for you."

Gambling is accompanied by gains and losses, but unilateral gains and losses are not gambling, but cheating and plunder.

Natsume didn't agree to Deus's terms, knowing that Deus would make other bets.

So, before that, think about it, will weishenmeDeus put himself on an equal footing with him?

"No more guessing."

Mind-reading people, no, mind-reading gods are always so annoying.

"There is only one reason why you are allowed to participate in this game, that is, to speed up the game, you are a genius, whether it is saving people, killing people, protecting yourself, protecting others, hurting others, these things are extremely outstanding, if you have a presence like you, you must be much faster."

"Isn't that cheating?"

Participating in the game as an 'agent of God' is like a referee suddenly interrupting the match and knocking out a contestant with one punch.

"Cheating?"

"It's just to win by illegal means, Deus, don't pretend you don't understand, Deus, you say yes, Akise Deus."

"Murumru, don't use mine as a word suffix."

"What a stingy god-sama, Deus."

"I just said cheating.,You're a person.,It's really interesting that I created an existence.,It's not cheating to give you a diary and knowledge.,If you want to ask weishenme......"

Deus paused.

"That's because Akise or yours will become ZERO, the holder of Diary Zero, and become an even more eye-catching existence than the 1st in future tournaments~"

"Murumru, that's my line."

"What's the matter, or you're going to turn back time and start all over again?"

No, Deus didn't bother to interject Murumlu on the side, and looked at him, it was just Natsume's unilateral opinion.

After all, there was nothing in the pupils of Deus, a 'god', and of course I didn't know where to put his gaze, but Natsume just felt like he was looking at himself.

Deus moved, and with the collapse of the small fragments, a silver-white mobile phone appeared in front of him.

Natsume touched his arms and found that his mobile phone was gone, maybe it was the one in front of him, and it was not surprising that he was taken away by God.

"Transformed your phone, a future-predicting phone made according to the owner's personality and flaws, and now, you also have a future-predicting diary, 'Misfortune Diary'."

"Diary of misfortune?"

"Ahh

"I've already explained it."

Murumru flew in front of Natsume from the air, she stared at her phone for a moment and nodded understandingly.

"That's what misfortune refers to."

"Which one?"

"Woohoo, you just go and explore it yourself, in the face of misfortune and happiness, what is your future created by others, let people look forward to it!"

Murumru tapped Natsume's chair with his hand, only to hear Natsume fall down with a click.

Boom!

It wasn't until she came back to her senses that Natsume realized that she had returned to her original room.

"Unfortunately, Diary?"

Natsume put away her phone and walked out the door. (To be continued......)