Akasaka wasn't an idiot. Knowing full well that this was a death game, how could he possibly want to play it?
So he immediately pushed the virtual helmet back and refused.
His reason for refusing was straightforward.
Being the Prime Minister of Japan kept him too busy; he had no time to play games.
What head of state played games?
If others found out, wouldn't they say he was neglecting his duties?
At this moment, Akasaka appeared quite righteous.
Kayaba Akihiko said it wouldn't affect his work. He only needed to wear it at night—it really wouldn't interfere with anything!
Kayaba Akihiko continued vigorously promoting his game, determined to drag Akasaka into it.
After all, he was truly interested in the Japanese Prime Minister standing before him.
At such a young age, he already possessed such skill. If he entered the game, he surely wouldn't be an ordinary player.
Kayaba Akihiko also intended to enter his own game and play. Without a worthy opponent, wouldn't it be far too boring?
That was why Kayaba Akihiko had taken on the appearance of Heathcliff, entered the game, and become the commander of the Knights of the Blood.
Watching others play could never compare to playing himself.
That was all there was to it.
Kayaba Akihiko wanted Akasaka to enter his game.
He wanted to add another touch of color to his game—make it more interesting.
Akasaka and Kayaba Akihiko kept pushing the virtual helmet back and forth through the air.
One said he wouldn't play.
The other said it was really fun. "Give it a try, come on~ I guarantee you'll never forget it for the rest of your life. And so far, there hasn't been a single bad review. I also guarantee there never will be!"
Akasaka grumbled inwardly: [It certainly