The night is full
We are always so tired of such drowsy nights
また踊り踊り出すTomorrow に出会うためにさよなら
Still have to continue dancing and wave goodbye to meet again tomorrow
——Quoted from -LOSER- Kenshi Yonezu
-1-
The warden also came to the prisoner's room today.
It was a very pitiful little dog, which had been abandoned more than a thousand times. No matter how miserably it tried to whimper by using its nose, paws and ears to press against its owner's trouser legs which were about to be torn open, she would kick it away and throw it to the side of the road.
Because it's M. No one would be surprised if she did something like this.
Because she is M. She has already repeated the "abandoning others" drama a million times.
Because it’s M…
The warden pulled up the prisoner who was huddled in the corner, and with great joy let the light from the ceiling expose the traces of tears and blood on his face.
The puppy also cried pitifully today.
-2-
"You're really going to cry your eyes out like this, right?"
The warden almost felt pity for him: "Before you go blind, do you want me to help you remove these eyes? Anyway, they are the ugly eyes that she hates the most."
As always, the prisoner did not respond.
He fell to the ground, blood, tears, and the silent gasps he made subconsciously after his throat was strangled and then released, really looking like a dying dog.
The warden looked at the prisoners and suddenly felt a little bored.
It was funny at first to see a calm guy suddenly lose his composure, but after watching it for nearly two weeks, I was getting tired of it.
Besides, if the decision to destroy his human shell was based on observing M's hesitation, then the reason he'd been tormenting him these past few days was because of the frustration he felt, "Why would you choose such a weakling over me?"
The warden was in a very bad mood today.
He didn't even torture her anymore.
"You're more boring than I thought, and not as important to her as I thought, puppy. It turns out that M is still M."
-3-
The prisoner lying on the ground seemed to stir.
But he still didn't say anything in response.
"She's been completely quiet lately. She's returned to the system world and is quietly continuing her position. A few days ago, a ghost saw her with her hands in her pockets as she went off to other worlds to complete a mission... She wasn't even angry. I guess she's completely lost interest in you and simply erased her memory, right?"
The warden kicked the prisoner and said, "After all, no one likes a disobedient dog."
“…”
"How pitiful. To have fallen to this point. I thought that scum had some special feelings for you... but in reality, it was just a novelty, so he just played with you for fun."
The prisoner lying face down on the ground moved, suddenly pointed upwards, and extended his index finger.
The warden squatted down and broke the index finger.
"What else do you want to do?" he asked with a smile, "Little stray dog."
“…”
"What? What? It's hard to understand what this guy who's been weak and crying for nearly two weeks is saying. Is it the sobbing sound again?"
"……kill……"
"What?"
-4-
The prisoner's broken fingers slowly grew back to their original position with a "click, click" sound.
Amidst the crisp sound of bones, the words were so weak that they could be ignored: "I want to...kill the Banshee...."
...Hmm.
The warden was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, he burst into a very loud and hearty laugh.
"Do you want to—do you want to—finally—kill that Banshee?!"
-5-
The prisoner lying face down on the ground did not raise his head. After all, crying is a very energy-consuming thing. He must be very tired after crying for nearly two weeks.
Faced with the warden's hearty, intense, and exceptionally loud laughter, the prisoner simply lowered his recovered fingers with a "click."
It was like striking the last key on a piano, according to a score that had already been written.
Of course, in the eyes of the warden, that only meant complete collapse and degradation.
"Ah... Of course... Of course... I should have thought of that earlier... It's really wonderful..."
He reached out and patted the prisoner's bloodstained blond hair, as if to encourage a dog ready to bite.
-6-
"You've been abandoned more times than I have, and the pain of betrayal you feel is even greater than mine... You haven't even been liked by other women, and you haven't encountered any other choices or pursuits... I thought a dog like you, whose heart and eyes are completely devoted to your master, would have a different ending, but in the end, you and the others became the garbage she cleared out and deleted..."
The warden said sympathetically, "Yes, of course you would want to kill the Banshee."
"I think……"
"It's pathetic. It's pathetic. But why should I give you such a chance?"
He suddenly grabbed the prisoner's hair and lifted his head. The pity in his tone suddenly turned cold: "Do you know how long I have been trying to kill the Banshee?"
-7-
"I wouldn't give this honor to a dog."
-8-
The prisoner, whose head was lifted up and whose face was visible, moved his lips.
His red eyes were as empty as ever.
"As long as I can kill him...it doesn't matter who it is...I can help you...kill him..."
Help him?
The warden chuckled and said, "I don't need help from stray dogs."
"But... no matter what... that world..."
-9-
"You have no way to invade the system world."
The prisoner said, "If you want to kill the Banshee, you must first destroy what she is guarding. If you can't destroy the system world, you can't destroy her."
The warden didn't move.
He knew the prisoner's habits: this thing always told the truth.
"What's your plan? Gather the energy of those scattered evil spirits? Find a way to devour more distortions? That method won't kill the Banshee."
The Gray Banshee once owned the only powerful slaughterhouse in the world that could cultivate the twisted, but even she couldn't kill the Black Banshee who was still a weak cub.
-10-
"Let me help you. Let me enter that system world. As long as you give me time... a little more time to get out... the most powerful power, the method to kill the Banshee... I will find a way to help you obtain it."
The prisoner's voice, which had just recovered, was unpleasant to the ear, but the tone of his voice still didn't cause any sharp resistance from the listener—especially since the person who had personally strangled him, chained him, guarded him, despised him, and scorned him for who knows how long—
The warden sneered without hesitation, "Is that so? Thinking is the only thing you're good at, what you call planning?"
"Tell me about it, and make me laugh again."
-11-
All it takes to make humans let down their guard is getting hurt, bleeding, and wagging their tails.
Just as everyone is always willing to sympathize with the guy who is hurt, everyone is also willing to point fingers at this guy, to imagine, speculate, and improve the reasons why this guy is hurt.
How small, pitiful and deserved.
It makes them feel good.
This will also make them trust that guy immensely, trusting him more than their family, lovers, and friends...
[Without my mercy, you absolutely can't survive, right? ]
-12-
The prisoner said, "Yes. I have a written plan."
-13-
"Let's play a bet."
Thousands of gambles have been made and played.
The warden responded as he had thousands of times before: "What do you want, little dog?"
"Please allow me another fifty years. I will find a way to infiltrate the system world and obtain a method to kill the Banshee. I'm betting on whether I can master the method to kill her, whether I can [kill her]. I bet I can..."
The warden sneered, "You can't do anything, little dog. Do you think a weakling like you can shake M?"
have no idea.
But if I had asked directly, "How should I kill you?", I would have immediately received a direct and honest answer.
This little bit of trust still exists in the "conspirator to escape prison".
-14-
The prisoner dropped his eyes.
"If I lose, I will give you all the knowledge, all the secrets, all the memories I possess."
He whispered, "You've always wanted to understand why the Eternal Life Prison chose you, haven't you? I'll give you everything I know about the prison."
The warden thought, this guy must have gone completely crazy after hearing his memory being erased for the umpteenth time.
Yes, who can bear having their memory deleted and their past erased countless times?
As strong as he was, he chose to hang himself when his heart was crushed by M for the first time.
This guy has been through this countless times... Every time he's been so pitiful and humble, always trying to compromise... He's simply a lickspittle with no dignity...
...It's really pitiful and twisted.
Dogs are creatures.
Sure enough, disgusting.
-15-
The warden looked down at the prisoners on the ground, feeling an unprecedented contempt in his heart.
"Okay. Let's bet."
I'm desperately trying to get a chance to take revenge on her, but the ending is bound to be...
The warden said sarcastically and casually, "My bet is 'untie the collar from your neck,' how about that? If you can actually pull off the myth of 'killing the banshee'."
The prisoner corrected him earnestly, "It is possible to kill the Banshee. I will do everything in my power to seize this opportunity."
"Whatever you want. It doesn't matter what my bet is."
I will win anyway.
The warden thought that he would lose the bet anyway, lose everything, just like every other bet in the past.
-16-
Yes, you will definitely win the bet, because the result of every bet is victory. After repeating the victory thousands of times, you don’t need to consider the consequences of failure at all.
Will definitely win -
You will definitely have an unwavering faith in your own ideas.
Gambling always carries risks. If you want to destroy the brain of the participant at the gambling table and the thing behind the participant, just let him win.
Win a thousand times, ten thousand times, and immerse yourself completely in the enchanting victory.
-17-
As for the content of the bet?
It doesn't matter.
Anything that you absolutely cannot deliver on.
-18-
"thank you……"
In front of the warden, the dog, which was broken and pitiful, with tears and hatred on its face and wanted to bite its former owner, lowered its head again.
"Thank you... Then... please give me my first chance to get some fresh air... Let me go to the System World."
-19-
The warden waved his hand. "I'll wait and see. How long will it take you this time?"
"Fifty years. Fifty years is enough."
"...Hehe, fifty years? Fifty years just to find a way to kill her? I've already spent countless thousands of dollars here... Hehe, forget it. Just use this little time, you idiot with your head full of gambling."
The warden patted his head one last time. "Only fifty years. After fifty years, I will personally imprison you again, turn you into a miserable corpse like you are today, and throw you back into that cell. Don't even think about running away, okay?"
Um.
-20-
Of course you can't run.
Fifty years later, I have to go back to that cell.
Moreover, fifty years from now in system time...
-twenty one-
How long will it take you to get everything done? I don't want to miss out on such an exciting and rich project, especially the finale.
[…Let’s set it at that time. For the last time, recall all your memories of this and set it at that time. I will personally send you back, don’t worry.]
[Me? What about you? We need to set up a joint memory...]
I won’t need it, M.
-twenty two-
Yes, I won’t need it.
The warden completely left the room. The prisoner slowly sat up from the ground, straightened his back, turned around, and faced the transparent glass again.
The reflection of myself was covered in tears and blood, and I really looked like a miserable dog.
No pretense or pretense is required.
-twenty three-
Eternal Prisoner does not need to set up [Remember] specifically.
He has always been the one who keeps memories, keeps secrets, keeps distortions—
Just like M is used to [losing memory], P is used to [remembering].
So, even if I can temporarily maintain [Amnesia] with the help of M's power...
Things that should be remembered will always come back to my mind one after another.
It may take decades or hundreds of years.
He always remembers everything naturally.
Maybe there will be a slight lag, but it's just the right lag.
-twenty four-
For example, when being stabbed by a dinner knife, I remembered that this was a fake marriage that I proposed and performed from the very beginning.
For example, when I saw the simple and naive "like" on the reply note, I remembered that the guy had firmly stated at the beginning that he had "no feelings".
for example……
He will always remember it.
Even if, next, in order to enter the system world, I forget all this again under the influence of the system world——
You will always remember everything one by one, right?
-25-
Maybe the 49th year.
Who knows.
-26-
The tear marks on the reflection were flickering again, and the useless and uncontrollable water was flowing out of the eyes again.
...How pitiful.
The organ thought coldly that in the end, all this was a lie, and it was all because of your own suggestion.
What's the pain in living in a false world temporarily for the sake of freedom?
…Every time I was abandoned in the plan, nothing happened…Every time she erased my memory, nothing unexpected happened…But why…
A horribly awful, perfunctory murder.
A knife dipped in black pepper sauce.
...ruined everything.
-27-
P thought, I know, M is not a scumbag, she doesn’t understand love at all, how could she play with love.
P thought, I know that every time M left me, forgot me, and abandoned me, it was just a frivolous play. She has no idea what a one-night stand is, what a human relationship is.
But I also know…
M will never lie to death.
Her killing method is straightforward and frank, conveying her most honest answer - what the knife told me, what the ruthless murder told me -
You are annoying.
Shut up.
-28-
P understands M.
So P interpreted M's murderous response, which was 100% truthful and 100% sincere.
She had always hated emotions and was averse to any relationship. This result was very positive and not unexpected at all.
...But the tears were beyond his expectations.
[Broken Heart] is also there.
P wiped away the tears numbly.
It's too much, and it doesn't matter if it flows uncontrollably, but the feeling of blurred vision is really bad.
If I had known I would shed such useless tears... If I had known I would be murdered so crudely... If I had known I would feel such painful and sore emotions...
P thought: I guess the plan will still be carried out.
-29-
Because M is really cute when she pretends to be a girlfriend, and she is also really cute when she pretends to be a wife.
...It's his own fault, he deserves it.
The door behind him was pushed open, and the prisoner turned around and watched the young child walk in.
He held a newly received note in his hand and had vanilla ice cream on the corner of his mouth.
The organist walked up to the prisoner.
"Why are you still crying? I tried my best to eat a tub of ice cream outside, but the sugar still didn't help suppress these stupid emotions?" He said coldly to his original self, "You love-brained idiot."
-30-
The prisoner shed silent tears, did not answer, but stretched out his hand towards him.
The organ looked at him coldly.
"If I kill you," he suddenly said, "my [unexpected] factor will be eliminated. My escape plan should also be more successful. Who knows what stupid things you, a sniveling, love-brained person, will do when you see her again?"
"If I kill you..."
The prisoner paused and simply said, "The note."
He was responsible for crying here and dealing with the annoying warden. He was responsible for going out to eat ice cream and collecting sweet notes. In order to compensate him for crying here, every time he received a note, he could not read it immediately and had to bring it back to share with himself.
This is how the functions are divided. It should also be strictly implemented.
-31-
The organ glared coldly at the prisoner.
But in the end, he walked over, but did not take out the knife that killed himself. Instead, he took out a note that he held in his palm and folded carefully.
The indifferent little boy and the tearful adult boy sat on the ground together, with the note placed in the middle and opened, and they put their heads together to read it.
[I really, really like you so much! When will you come back to see me?]
……Um.
He said indifferently, "M is really enjoying herself, just like every other reply. She's still telling sweet lies according to plan. The ending clearly doesn't require any more love games, so why is she still doing it? And she even seems to want to see me... Is she going to see me to praise me for setting up this fun game?... Oh, her memories won't fully awaken until fifty years later."
He tearfully said, "No, it's probably not a lie. M never lies. She must have liked me very much, and in her concept of 'super liking' me. But her concept of liking me is probably like liking the pudding after a meal, right? After all, killing me was even more perfunctory than killing a dog. It must have been just a little bit, not as much as liking a dog... This kind of liking is not much, and it's not very serious."
-32-
So they all fell silent.
"Why are you still crying?"
"Why are you still eating ice cream?"
"...I think the result is clear now."
"Yes. We should kill one of us outright."
The little organ tilted its head.
"You need me," he said coldly. "If you intend to re-formulate a comprehensive plan targeting M's [heart], you really need me. I can do many, many useful things besides shedding tears."
The mature prisoners shook their heads.
"I'm not going to make any more plans. Things like this just don't work out as planned, and this nasty, uncontrollable fluid in my eyes is proof of that."
He held out his hand again.
-33-
"Come here."
He calmly commanded himself, "Reason and madness, obsession and calmness, we need to merge once again and go all out to seduce and seduce that banshee."
-34-
Fell in love with a guy.
Abandoned. Shattered.
...Then, if I could stand up again, could still run, and still be reluctant to let go...
Just work hard and keep up.
It wasn't pursuit, it was just seduction that made her reluctant to let go of the leash, allowing him to continue to follow behind her trouser legs naturally.
-35-
"What are you going to do? Once you enter the system world, all your memories will be reset. You'll forget all your decisions. And M's memory will be reset too, right? The last amnesia point you set for her is coming soon. That should be the last note we received."
"I don't need to worry about that. I already have the emotion of 'liking'. A guy like me can't give up trying this new emotion, right? Regardless of whether I have lost my memory or not."
"...Indeed, what you said makes sense."
The young child nodded, and the broken, crimson light melted into the man's chest.
The prisoner closed his eyes.
Mr. P opened his eyes.
...So, what should we do next?
-36-
[One month later, System World, System Employee Job Fair]
"Have you decided? Where should I send my resume?"
"…over there, in that department, the girl sitting behind the desk."
Mr. P said seriously, "I think she is unexpectedly cute."
-37-
Surprisingly, I kind of like it.
...So, what should I do if I want to attract her attention? !
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