SHIBOYUGI: Playing Death Games to Put Food on the Table (死亡遊戯で飯を食う。)

Why did I decide to play?

Because I didn't care about living, dying, or anything else anymore.

Riko.

What do you think about the self?

How much of this world do you think is yourself?

They say lilies are poisonous.

If the seeds I plant bloom, and their poison kills someone,

then I killed them.

That's how I see it.

I give them life.

I guide them.

I give them purpose.

If there were someone like that,

wouldn't you consider their acts my doing?

Couldn't you say they are basically me?

Riko.

Since you are hollow,

I will give you a mission.

Mishiro-san?

I brought her.

Good work.

We have enough tags, don't we?

Yes. One for you, too.

Exit without me.

It's not her.

I'll go see for myself.

Hey. You seem well.

Will you spare me this time, Mishiro?

What a disgrace.

What a disgrace. What a disgrace.

What a disgrace!

What a disgrace! What a disgrace!

What a disgrace!

What a disgrace!

The score had to be settled much more dramatically.

I'd risen from rock bottom,

and she'd seem more divinely possessed than ever.

We'd throw all our strength at each other,

and in the end, I would win.

That's how it had to be.

Forty.

I've played forty games, and none of them were easy.

I used every trick I knew to keep my broken body going

and never stopped looking forward, all so I could fight her again.

How dare she show up looking like this?

Quit skulking around.

You can't be serious!

Do you have any idea how I felt?

Why do you look so miserable?

You're just like how I used to be.

After losing to you, I started by addressing my weaknesses.

I rejected everything about my old self.

Do you have any idea what it took to get here?

Look.

Look! Look!

I... I...

I didn't come this far to see this woman.

I thought that maybe I could keep doing this.

I'll probably die eventually if I keep playing,

but then I'll just become an actual ghost.

That was fine with me.

But now...

But now...

What about now?

I was ready to die anytime.

Now that I'd entered this world, I didn't care about that.

I never cared before I entered.

Mishiro.

An inferior player who lost to me once and pitifully bowed her head to me.

Now she'd tripped me up, and it was over.

Why?

I didn't want to die like this.

Why did Mishiro...

Oh, right. I'm frustrated, too.

Die.

Die! Die!

I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

I refuse to die!

I will give you your first mission.

Mishiro-san...