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

It's rolling.

My name is Yuki, written with the characters for ghost and oni.

This was my 27th cleared game. I'm closing in on 30.

Why did you start playing?

At first, I wanted money.

I was chronically broke.

When I was scouted by management, I decided to participate.

Yes. After a few times, I had enough money.

But I didn't quit playing.

Why?

I thought that maybe I could keep doing this.

Since I'm risking my life, it pays decently well.

I figured I could make a living 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.

What about now?

Thank you for waiting.

Susuki grass for a ghost? Don't you think that's simplistic?

I haven't told you the name of the next game yet.

Apparently, it's Ghost House.

This is a story about a deranged world.

You think I'll let my guard down?

That around 30 games, veterans let their experience get to their head?

It's possible.

It's also possible that you'll perform worse

because I drew your attention to the "Wall of 30."

But based on my experience, it was nothing so ambiguous.

Everything works against you.

You'll feel like you're under attack from the whole world.

How can I overcome that wall?

It would be so much easier if we knew.

She still felt a little dazed.

Her body felt heavy.

They were the effects of the sedative given at the start and end of a game.

After completing her post-game custom, Yuki went outside.

She went for a walk.

At some point, it had become her hobby.

Place the right foot forward, then the left.

Simply repeating that action.

However, not even that walk raised Yuki's spirits.

28th, Ghost House.

29th, Dangerous Lab.

She knew her play had been shameful in both games.

Something had to change.

Her next game would be her 30th.

Sixty-nine more games.

What has been essential?

Well...

Luck and meeting my mentor.

Oh, yes. I mean Hakushi-san.

Then there's...

Actually, before I could even think about survival,

there was the question of whether or not I could continue.

If I could put food on the table playing deadly games.

In my case, well...

My mentor...

She...

No, wait.

Actually...

Why?

I guess I thought that this was fine.

I thought that this was fine.

Who is it?

My name is Kaneko.

I owe you much for what you did for my daughter the other day.