"Boring, your actions are utterly pointless."

Junko Enoshima, who was being trampled underfoot, began to struggle.

However, what awaited her was only an even harder stomp from Kamukura Izuru.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, but it feels so good, so incredibly good!"

Junko Enoshima was experiencing both pain and pleasure at that moment.

"Right now, I am at my worst, at my most desperate."

"But then!"

“The emergence of the divine throne requires more than just me in the face of despair.”

"You too!"

Although Kamikura Izuru responded this time, he still spoke in his cold tone.

"Despair, logically speaking, is unnecessary no matter how you look at it."

"What did you say? Logic! That's hilarious! Hahaha."

For some reason, Enoshima Junko burst into laughter, then clapped her hands and said...

"Can my current state here be explained logically as well?"

Kamukura Izuru lowered his head, looked coldly at Enoshima Junko, and said.

"Junko Enoshima, you possess an ultra-high-level analytical ability that allows you to see through even the most subtle and unexpected developments in things."

"Even so, knowing full well that you can't win, why would you still do something like this?"

Junko Enoshima turned her head to look at Izuru Kamukura, a sinister smile on her face, and said.

"Oh, so you don't understand! You also possess super-high-level analytical abilities."

"You see, despair is the unknown!"

"Because of my super analytical abilities, I find this world utterly boring."

"The hope that everyone is pursuing is nothing more than a predetermined reconciliation."

"But despair alone is not the same."