Noon.
In a cluttered, empty room, the phone on the bedside table buzzed.
Fujino, who was still fast asleep, was suddenly startled awake by the sound.
He abruptly sat up, staring silently at the unfamiliar room in front of him, his expression somewhat hazy.
Dark streets, red neon lights... Is it a dream again?
This was not the first time he had recalled that damned truck of Death.
Every night in his dreams, the image of that truck surfaced in his mind...
Reminding him at all times that he had already died once.
The repeated torture was just like phantom pain.
Feeling his heart beating violently, Fujino took a Huazi out of his pocket dimension and took a deep drag.
In his past life, he indeed smoked, but after coming to this world, he rarely did anymore... Under the calming and soothing effect of the Huazi, his mood finally calmed down.
An endless supply of Huazi could provide a calming and soothing effect.
As far as Fujino was concerned, this thing could no longer be called a cigarette...
Compared to cigarettes, this gadget was more like a strong, side-effect-free tranquilizer.
It could even provide a certain reflex bonus.
After Fujino calmed down, recalling the image of being directly hit and sent flying by the truck that ran a red light while speeding on a downtown night road, he still felt lingering fear.
To be honest, if possible, he never wanted to experience that kind of experience again in this life...
Recovering his wits, Fujino groped for the phone he had placed on the bedside table last night.
The phone was vibrating constantly at the moment, and the caller ID displayed on the screen was: Suzuki Sonoko.
"Moshi moshi! Fujino-senpai!"
Suzuki Sonoko's impassioned voice came from the other end of the