No Game No Life - Volume 9 Chapter 2.6

“I

don’t care nya ♥”

── Knew death itself.

Just by glancing at Azriel’s smile, a certain sensation permeated through Steph’s heart, and she fell down

like a corpse. Not minding Steph at all, Azriel continued:

“So, pieces of tin? We’ll have a talk nya. These are the rules nya ♥”

With that, she clapped her hands.

“I’ll politely ask one question, and you pieces of junk will politely answer that question. That’s all nya!”

Azriel turned to face the Ex-Machina.

“We are expecting an interesting answer that’ll satisfy us nya. If not ──”

── I

f possible, please do so.

Azriel left that implied.

“Av-kun and I, together with the girls on reserve above us, will kill every last one of you nya. We’ll

trample anyone who gets in our way. Be it Elkia, Sora-kun’s group ── and even Jib-nyan. We’ll

eradicate you even if we have to destroy the whole planet nya… So answer carefully nya”

However, if you can’t do that… Azriel wasn’t expecting much.

“Artosh-sama. The god of war. The strongest Old Deus ──”

With a single beat of her wings, the First Wing ordered the ones who defeated her lord to speak:

“How were mere dolls able to kill the s

trongest

‘God (Concept)’ nya──?”

Her Lord. The absolute king. Azriel couldn’t accept the contradiction that were his last moments────

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“Flyyy me to the moooon hm hm hm hmmm”

They could remember only a single verse, but even so, Sora and Shiro were still carelessly trying to sing

that song.

As they did, the two of them made one giant leap, but it was one small step for mankind.

They were gently walking on the surface of the moon.

They had left humanity’s dreams, effort, and wisdom on the ground. The two of them had come here with

no trouble at all, just like the song said, Jibril had flown them here. Therefore, there’s no way they had

any strong feelings about it, so they looked towards the planet, and muttered:

“It’s not… as blue… as they say… huh…?”

“And it’s not that round either. Aren’t Tet’s pieces a bit too much?”Leaving the Earth aside, looking at Disboard from the moon, they realized that it was neither very blue

nor very round. There were giant chess pieces stuck out from the planet. It looked like a spherical game of

blackbeard34 with swords sticking out.

How many more swords were needed? And what would come out flying?… Tet perhaps?

The two of them imagined Tet in a pirate cosplay floating through space, when:

“… If it’s here, even the Ex-Machina won’t be able to follow us. Haha… huff puff…” Jibril muttered with

ferocity. Then she fell to the ground, barely alive, but laughing.

── There was no need to ask Jibril where ‘here’ was ── it was the moon.

Also, it probably was the Red Moon that Sora and Shiro had always seen above them. After all, excluding

the planet above them, all they could see around them was sand, sand, and a rock with sand on top. There

were countless craters etched on the surface, no wind, and the gravity was so weak they could fly by

taking a single step.

Other than the different material and the fact that the sand is red, it was just like the Earth’s satellite ──

even a monkey would realize that it was the Moon. But inevitably, monkeys ask questions about trivial

problems precisely because they are trivial. For example:

“Hey… Wasn’t the Red Moon someone else’s place?”

What was he talking about? They had already barged into someone else’s place in Miyashiro and made a

ruckus but… That had been with Miko’s permission.

── Exceed rank 13th: the Lunamana….

A race that, during the Great War, was already living here on the Red Moon that their Old Deus created.

Therefore, Sora didn’t even know what kind of race they were. Sora had come to their place with zero

information, and he didn’t even remember getting their permission for a visit──

Please don’t increase our problems

. Is what Sora was implying, but:

“Ah, Master, the Lunamana’s metropolis is on the dark side

of the moon ── This side doesn’t belong to

anyone,” Jibril answered. She was kneeling respectfully in front of Sora and Shiro, as if to calm them

down.

“As you can see, there’s nothing here. No atmosphere and no spirits either. For the races with enough

power to come here, it’s nothing more than some useless land. However, it’s quiet, and because of the

phase of the moon, the sun won’t come out for while” Jibril answered.

I see, so there’s no propagation medium. That’s why it’s quieter than anywhere in the world. It looks like

Jibril brought them here while thinking about their comfort.

“In addition, I sealed the atmosphere in a 500 m radius with severed space

── and then teleported

together with it…” Jibril was grinning, and her grin kept becoming broader and broader as she continued:

34 This thing.“── Breaking through ‘severed space’ is impossible. Moreover, the average distance to the Red Moon is

190,000km. An ultra-long distance teleport like that must be very difficult for the Ex-Machina. Plus, the

Red Moon’s orbital speed is 3 km/s, so even if they reopened my spatial fissure, they’d overshoot into

outer space… Even the Ex-Machina won’t be able to come here… Hahaha!!”

As Jibril laughed, Sora and Shiro thought… Was that a flag?

… Well, it doesn’t matter. They wiped the sand off a suitable rock, and sat down with their backs to it.

“Actually, why is the Lunamana’s metropolis only on the dark side of the moon? Even if they covered the

whole moon, there shouldn’t be a problem…”

“… Nii, that…”

Sora was suddenly doubtful, but what Shiro pointed at answered his questions. The countless craters. Sora

finally noticed that they were out of place.

Since Jibril said that there is a dark side,

that means that the same side of the Red Moon is always facing

the planet. Just like the Earth’s Moon. Therefore, shouldn’t there be meteor impacts only on the dark

side?

“Ah, yes. That wasn’t the best way of putting it was it? Please let me correct myself,” Jibril said. Sora’s

theory was kind of ── no, it was almost certain.

“The side with the metropolis has, of course, an atmosphere, spirits, and rich vegetation.”

However ── She continued with a smile and told Sora that his theory was right:

“It seems that this side was hit by a stray bullet during the Great War. So it ‘died’ ♥”

… The cause of the craters wasn’t something from outer space ── it was something from the planet.

A stray bullet that could turn the surface of the moon, 190,000 km away, into a world of death… huh?

So why didn’t they just fight in outer space? ── Ah. That’s right, there are no spirits there…

“Well, whatever! With this, we can finally think about the most pressing problem,” Sora said. He took out

his tablet and started to use it together with Shiro, when:

“What to do about the Ex-Machina… right?…” Jibril said, nodding solemnly, but Sora and Shiro just

tilted their heads questioningly.

“H-huh? Is it something else, perhaps?”

“… Eh, I mean… E

ven if we thought about … the Ex-Machina… is there even something… we could do?”

“Rather, we have a more pressing problem! We still have to produce Holou’s second live show!!”

Their task scheduler was, even during the best times, completely packed. It was so bad that one of those

entries ── the ‘Handshake Event,’ had to be left to Steph. That was a complete failure for a Producer.

Doing more stuff like that is unforgivable──!They needed to do what they had planned before the Ex-Machina arrived: ask Jibril for help and improve

the production value. On top of that, they had to keep running away from the Ex-Machina, and find a way

to complete their other tasks──

However, Sora was scratching his head at a problem even more difficult than that, and said with a groan:

“… I guess a plan that would also help us do s

omething

about the Ex-Machina would be ideal. Everything

would be solved then.”

After all, they are walking talking ‘omnipotent special effects devices.’ Any effect or stage would be

possible.

── The problem was the walking part. And the talking part. The things they talked about made no sense,

and both options of trying to fix their bugs or leaving them alone were out ── In short, the fact that they

didn’t even have a plan to do anything

was the problem.

“… but, Nii what if… you asked them… to cooperate with us? … you are their beloved, after all…”

“So you’re telling me to get indebted to that pervert!? He’ll ask for your brother’s chastity as collateral

you know!?”

“… Rather than… having you getting stolen… by other women… a man… would be better…!” Shiro

gritted her teeth and made a tough decision.

“Hey! My sister35!? Please don’t compromise as if those were the only two choices, okay!?” Sora

answered with a scream.

In the first place, even if the Ex-Machina temporarily helped them, nothing would be solved that way ──

It would still bel checkmate.

So it can’t be avoided after all huh?

Sora thought. He put his hands on the back of his head and leaned on

the rock.

“… A way to make the Ex-Machina accept a game with all our demands… huh…?”

Does that even exist? No matter how much they thought about it, Sora and Shiro couldn’t even take the

first step──

“Thou! Thou and thou, thou two!! Sora and Shiro!! Answer me: What art thou doing here?!!”

── There was no context. No sound or light either. As if she had been there since the beginning, as if it

was a matter of course.

Suddenly, a little girl ── Holou, dressed in idol clothes, approached Sora and Shiro and screamed.

“── Wha… Wait, h-how did you find ── no, how did you get here!?”

Jibril was this exhausted from her escape maneuver, and she used that ‘severed space’ she had so much

confidence in. So when she saw that Holou had bypassed all that and simply appeared here, she

unintentionally screamed.

35 This was in katakana english: ヘイ！ マイリトルシスター!?

 

“… ? I looked up. I happened to see that thou were on the Red Moon, so I came to express my

dissatisfaction?”

“N-no way!! That can’t be ── we’re in severed space you know? There’s no way you’d be able to

see──”

── Because she happened to see us by chance, she came to say hello.

Holou answered in a bit of a bad mood, and Jibril still couldn’t let it go, but:

“I do not really understand, but unless thou sever the ‘Continuity’, not the ‘Space’, thou won’t be truly

severed. If thou sever only this, thou are omitting one direction, right?”

… Sora didn’t understand at all, but it looks like since Holou is multidimensional, she was able to see

them completely.

And thus, the moment came when this line finally came out of her mouth ── it was the moment of the

century:

“I-It can’t be… that’s… crazy…!” Jibril said, and crumbled down while Sora and Shiro showered her

with the sound of the shutter.

“That does not matter. Sora, Shiro!”

However, Holou cut Jibril’s deep despair short.

“Holou was there for four hours! And yet, no one came to this ‘Handshake event’ thou made me do! Why

were thou here while this was happening!”

── That’s right, she had stayed at the venue for the whole duration, feeling depressed.

In the end, she just stood there at the handshake event with zero participants. That was why she was

questioning them ── No.

When they saw her complaining with teary eyes, Sora and Shiro hung their heads without saying

anything, and decided to explain themselves of their own accord as best as they could.

■■■

“Ha ha ha… I didn’t lose the Ex-Machina or Holou… What the hell am I doing?” Jibril grumbled. She

was crouching and drawing ‘の’ characters on the surface of the moon36.

Even though Holou was weakened, she was still an Old Deus. Is losing against an Old Deus in a contest

of power really so depressing? As Sora was having those doubts, someone else wasn’t:

“… Hm? Now that I think about it, Jibril, who can you win against? You lost against both the beasts from

Eastern Federation and your Masters… Jibril, are you perhaps ‘useless?’”

Ah… It seems that she noticed the one thing she should never notice.

36 You’ve probably seen this in anime. Depressed waifus drawing on the floor.Jibril was smiling, but in reality she was infinitely depressed. However, Sora and Shiro didn’t venture any

words.

── She fucking won against us didn’t she? Sora kept those poisonous words to himself.

“── Hmm. The Ex-Machina… are they those human-shaped inorganic life forms?” Holou muttered, with

a hand over her eyes. She had accepted their explanation.

“Ah～… I have no idea if ‘those

’ things you are looking at from the moon are them, but they probably

are.” Sora answered, disheartened.

“Or rather, don’t you know them? The Ex-Machina are the famous race that defeated Artosh you know?”

Sora muttered at the despairing transcendental person’s unexpected ignorance about the Flügels.

“H-Holou is a goddess! I do have that information! H-However──” But when Holou tried to answer, she

hesitated.

“Before the current races were created Holou ── Wa…s!? W-what is it!?”

“Hm? Ah, it’s just that your head is at the perfect height for headpats, so I couldn’t help myself.”

“… It’s your fault… for having a head… that is so easy to pet…”

Holou raised her voice in protest. Sora and Shiro’s only response was more petting ── but they

understood.

── H

olou commited suicide. Holou was trying to avoid saying those words, so they made up something

appropriate to deceive her.

… A long time ago, so long that hardly anyone remembers, she pierced her own Quintessence and entered

a state of apparent death. She had woken up just recently ── merely half a century ago, thanks to Miko.

She probably doesn’t know anything about the things that happened in the meantime…

Besides, even after being awakened, she was inside Miko… she probably couldn’t learn anything except

through Miko.

Just like she had said, even if she has the information ── the knowledge about the Ex-Machina ── this

was the first time she looked at them.

Since she’s independent now, she can probably use a power similar to clairvoyance like just now.

However, even that is probably far from omniscience. It’s not hard to imagine that the things violating the

Pledges ── the things she can’t see are far more numerous.

Sora was sentimentally thinking about such things, when suddenly, Holou turned to face him:

“So? It’s just intercourse, right? In that case, hurry up and copulate so they can reproduce. Promises are

meant to be kept!” With Holou’s clear eyes and honest words Sora safely returned to his joking mode.

── Hmm. It looks like the very concept of wisdom, Holou, who is also a member of the Old Deus, the

race that could be called the kings of unreasonableness, refuses to understand.

.Does she think nothing of the act of reproduction between living things? ── Or maybe she simply cannot

imagine it? Sora was pretty certain it was the latter, but leaving that aside for now:

“How many times are you going to make me say it? They have the wrong person… That’s why I’m trying

to think of a method to make them acce──”

──p

t our conditions and release the lock.

Sora tried to finish that line, but Holou interrupted him and asked:

“How didst thou conclude that they have the ‘wrong person’?”

……

──── What?

“No no no, just look at this pristine skin! Do I look like some 6000 year old petrified fossil!?”

“… I’m terribly sorry, Master… But even if I’m just a useless fossil p-please let me stay by your side…”

“Eh? Ye-no, you’re wrong!? I meant it in human standards ── wait, that’s not it! In the first place──!!”

Being a fossil just over 6000 years old herself, Jibril fell deeper into a moon hole of depression. Sora

became flustered and continued:

“I

myself should know whether that’s me or not! What, do you think I could ever mistake myself for

Holou!?”

Sora explained something very ‘obvious’. But Holou tilted her head very seriously, and said:

“H

olou could make that mistake. Sora, art thou any different?”

Holou said, and at the same time ── almost as if a page had been turned, Holou’s appearance changed.

It was an instant shorter than the blink of an eye.

The one in front of Sora wasn’t a little girl wearing a costume anymore. It was a young man with black

hair and black eyes wearing an ‘I ♥ Humanity’ T-shirt──

“… With this, if Holou simply altered her memories, Holou would call herself ‘Sora’ and easily

misunderstand.” With Sora’s voice, and with Sora’s face, a Sora that wasn’t Sora, asked Sora:

“Subjectivity, time, and causality are irrelevant. The Ex-Machina somehow identified ‘Thou, Sora’ as

‘Their beloved Spieler’. What I’m asking is: by what means didst thou decide that they were wrong?”

“………………………………..”

… Silence. No… Sora answered with a sigh, and thought.

I know. Holou doesn’t have any malice. She might not even know what malice is. She’s just doing the

usual: doubting ── hoping for an answer to satisfy her curiosity. As proof of that, she had even taken out

her writing brush and scroll at some point ── However, that’s wrong.

── I see. ‘The problem of self-definition and its proof’… Or something like that.It sounds like a very lofty problem, however ── it’s just useless bullshit.

After all, no matter what arguments you use, it’s impossible to arrive at a conclusion other than ‘it can’t

be proven’. If you want to venture an ‘answer’ to that problem ── then there is but a single way.

That was why

Sora was making Holou be an idol. Because Sora couldn’t give her an answer──

However ── dissatisfied with Sora’s silence, Holou returned to her former little girl form, and asked

more questions:

“In the first place, what method art thou using to define thou as thyself?”

……

…… Quietly.

── It was as if a single missing cog had been put back into place. As if a clock that was missing pieces

had suddenly started moving again.

The Ex-Machina’s conduct, words, intentions, real motive ── Sora felt like seen through everything.

How do we set the Ex-Machina up? Struggling with such a thing had been incredibly stupid.

Sora and Shiro looked into each other’s eyes, held each other’s hand ── and unintentionally smiled in

self-deprecation. Machines who obtained hearts you say? Those with hearts will always worry about

simple and──

── worthless things──!!

“W-what? Why art thou sidling up to Holou? A-answer my ques── tyun!?

This goddess had finally made them notice, so Sora and Shiro tossed her into the air and smiled.

“As expected of Holou! You really are a fine goddess huh!? Is this one of those so-called divine

revelations!?”

“… Holou, that was a fine play… worthy of Blank… and the emptiness in your name…”

“I-indeed!? There are cases where I could have been a fine goddess!?”

Holou was still getting tossed up, and with the moon’s reduced gravity, she was kind of floating up and

down, but did she even know what they were talking about? She became flustered and took out her

writing brush and scroll to write down her doubts. However, those doubts had no answers.

Sora and Shiro put Holou down, dashingly turned on their heels, and declared:

“Jibril! I know we’re being a real bother, but it’s time to get to work again ── Teleport us back to Elkia,

please!”

“… Ah yes… b-but I don’t know if someone like me can be of use to Master… waah…”

“── work? D-didst thou just say that thou would work──!?”Long ago, a scholar who first heard about the heliocentric model must have made a face like Holou’s. It

was full of surprise and doubt, but Sora and Shiro just raised their index fingers to their mouths to silence

her:

“Holou～ What’s up with that face. Both Shiro and I do work… What do you think is our job?”

“…………. Hypothesis: ‘Monarchs’… maybe? However, I have yet to observe any conduct befitting of that

role”

Due to the lack of proof backing her hypothesis, Holou’s answer was in question form, but Sora and

Shiro:

“Waaait wait wait… c’mon, you’re a future top idol, you should know!”

“… That our job… is… ‘Producers’…!”

Answered with a resounding ‘NO’. The one who was actually supposed to be a king ── Sora, took out

his smartphone. His schedule was brimming, but he still added an entry:

── ‘Acquire the walking talking omnipotent special effects devices.’…

Then, Sora stopped his finger, smiled sarcastically just once ── and added another entry.

“Well… while we’re at it, I’ll also try to ‘repair’ them… whether I’ll be able to do it or not depends on

them.”

And thus, when the light from the screen where he made a certain entry disappeared, everyone vanished

with it.

── ‘Granting the Ex-Machina’s wish’ With the light from that entry…

■■■

Now, come on, my accumulated anger ── it’s time for you to be released!!

“We’re back!! You’ve been a royal pain in the ass, you maid robots & mechanical human-shaped

automatic pervert!!”

Just as they teleported into the throne room, Sora’s angry roar shook the Elkian castle.

“Sorry, but from now it will be our turn, forever!! Everything is transitory!! You guys have to

follow the law of impermanence, especially you, Einzig!! Now, go ahead and become dus ── wait,

Steph dieeeeed!?”

Immediately after, he encountered a murder scene, something completely out of place in Disboard, and

his roar became a scream.

“── Wait, that doesn’t actually matter!! Hey, Einzig─

─”

“Is my life really so unimportant that you can say that it doesn’t actually matter!?”

Thus, the corpse on the floor (Steph) bellowed from the depths of hell, due to Sora’s horrible treatment.… No. Well. Since you were breathing I realized that you were alive.

“You should worry about me… but that’s not what I really want!! We have a situation you know!? Don’t

you have any sense of danger!?” Even so, Steph barely managed to squeeze out a dying whisper, warning

them.

“No, well you mean because of A

zriel

, right? And I was just thinking that it was a good thing I evacuated

you”

“… This is why… Nii… told you… it’d be better if you weren’t in… the castle…”

“Even in the best circumstances, Senpai has a hard head. If the Ex-Machina suddenly appear, of course

she’ll make a racket together with that idiot (Avant Heim). It’s obvious.”

Sora and Shiro quickly understood the situation thanks to Jibril ── No. It was simply because she had

told them exactly what they expected.

… I should really take people’s advice seriously. Even if it’s Sora’s, Steph thought, and looked up at the

sky to reflect on her mistakes, but then.

“Oh! My beloved Spieler!! Are you finally seeking us out yourself!?”

Dancing and doing pirouettes, a certain piece of junk approached Sora, full of confidence, and said:

“Let’s answer those expectations! This time, we’re different from before, so ── all units!!”

“Stop. Before that, there’s something we want to confirm with both Einzig and the other Ex-Machina.”

Sora stopped the Ex-Machina before they overwrote the scenery again ── and asked:

“You concluded that I am your ‘beloved Spieler’ beyond any doubt… But what’s your proof?”

“I already told ── no, so it’s like that. I’ll say it as many times as necessary, my ‘Heart’ ──”

“You say that I am your ‘beloved Spieler’. But can you prove it, without a shadow of a doubt? Can you

convince me, Shiro, and of course, yourselves, with 100%

certainty? And use that same proof to convince

third parties like Steph or Jibril?” However, Sora ignored Einzig and kept asking questions earnestly.

“Hmm… that’s impossible.

However, proof is unnecessary! Why? Because there’s no mistake!” And

even Einzig answered earnestly ── that it’s impossible.

That’s because the Ex-Machina’s own proof will absolutely never work f

or someone else.

Therefore, it’s

impossible for the Ex-Machina to prove to Sora that he is their ‘beloved Spieler’. Similarly, it’s

impossible for Sora to prove that he is not their ‘beloved Spieler’.

──── Yes. Or at least it was supposed to be.

“You did make a mistake. After all, I can prove, without a shadow of doubt,

that I’m not your ‘beloved

Spieler’”

Einzig became quiet. His, and every other unit’s eyes ── no, every single observation device they had,

focused on Sora.

He was in front of machines that could expose any lie, but Sora simply thought ── ‘That’s fine

’ and

laughed. Why? Because Sora wasn’t lying. And not only that, he also wasn’t bluffing or using sophistry.

He simply told the truth. He really can prove it, without a shadow of a doubt, and convince Shiro, the

Ex-Machina, and of course, himself, with 100% certainty. He can also use that same proof to convince

third parties like Steph or Jibril. Since that was what their analysis said, the Ex-Machina left it at that.

Sora deepened his evil, warped smile. No matter what he says next.

── N

o matter what demands Sora makes,

they can’t oppose him. They were easily ‘checkmated (set up)’.

“Now ── shall we begin?” Sora said, arrogantly and with a haughty smile. He had finally recovered the

initiative.

“Everything will be decided by me: The game, the rules, and also the bets!” Sora was finally able to

return their set up and take his vengeance.

“From our side it will be just Shiro and me. For your side it will be all units. And by the way, you have no

right to refuse.” Sora didn’t feel like hiding his grudge, so he simply kept forcing things upon them.

“If we win, you’ll unlock the hardware lock on your reproductive systems! Furthermore! You will

abandon your uselessly faithful feeling of love, no more ‘We’ll only make babies with that person’! You

shall pledge that you’ll reproduce on your own initiative and not go extinct!!”

“………Hmm. And what do we get if we win?”

Abandoning a feeling they had nurtured for 6000 years ── what could be as valuable as that? The

Ex-Machina all narrowed their eyes, but Sora just blushed, started fidgeting, and ──

“F-first of all, for the ‘extra prize’… Y-you may take nude photos of me ♥”

“All right. Understood. I heard you loud and clear. Then, let’s accept this game.”

“Demand: About the aforementioned ‘extra prize.’ This unit clams exclusive possession rights.”

“You were lured in with just that!? In that case, couldn’t you just have played this game since the

beginning!?” The junk’s instant answer and Steph’s scream flew together. However:

Something else had already been exchanged between Sora and the Ex-Machina. A premise.

Sora’s nudes were literally just an extra prize. Originally, there wasn’t even a need to bet anything. Even

if Sora’s betting pile had been empty, there wouldn’t be a problem.

“Plus, during the game, I’ll prove, ‘without a shadow of doubt’, that I’m not your ‘beloved Spieler.’”

That’s because this is what they really want.

“If I can’t prove it, or if any of you refute it, it will be our unconditional loss──”

“‘Special prize’… the first one to refute it gets exactly what you want ── N

ii will make babies with them

at once.”

────…………“Ha… hahaha… Is this a challenge to see if we are worthy of our beloved Spieler or not!?”

“Self-evident: This unit also claims exclusive possession rights for the aforementioned ‘Special prize.’

Any refusal will be rejected. With death.”

It looks like they want this more than expected… or is it because of the premise?

Maybe it was their imagination, but everyone saw the temperature of the room rise ── however.

Only Sora and Shiro knew ── if the Ex-Machina lose, they’ll lose that feeling. The reason why they were

taking that risk, isn’t just for Sora’s nudes, or to get a breeding partner. There’s no way just those are

equivalent.

── The truth is, if what Sora says is true, that they have the wrong person, and it was proven…

Then they won’t care about breeding anymore. They’d have a hopeless situation in their hands──

“Well then. Now, based on what I said just now, I shall announce the essentials of the game.”

Steph and Jibril… no, even the Ex-Machina too listened closely to what he was about to say.

They can learn and adapt infinitely, and became strong without limits ── they are computers that

transcended even oracle machines.

── Is there even a game that could bring down those monsters?…

Feeling their intense gazes, Sora casually told them the name of that game.

“── It’s Chess ♪ But that’s to be expected right～?”

“… if you get beaten… beat them back…

that’s a gamer’s… common sense”

……

…………?

It looked as if everyone had a question mark above their heads, but:

“Don’t make such boring faces. Of course it isn’t ‘normal chess’ ♪”

In contrast, Sora looked like he was having fun as he said that. And together with Shiro, they gallantly

turned on their heels.

“The date is five days from now, at the same time

as Holou’s 2nd liveshow!! The game’s production,

advertising, and construction of the stage, will all be left to you!!”

“… you’ll have… to work fast… ‘omnipotent special effects devices’… so do your best…” They talked,

ignoring everyone’s doubts, loudly──

“Now, let’s get busy～!! Let’s make the best and most exciting liveshow-game ever, all right──?!”