Hello, I'm the God of the New World (Continued)

Although she was somewhat upset that she wasn't the first one there, she didn't want to just watch these people occupy Asakusa Toru's room.

To her surprise, the number of people in the room inexplicably increased.

"Because you said this is the last one."

She gently closed the Diary in her hand. Shiina Hiyori had been flipping through this book for almost a year now.

Perhaps it's a memory, perhaps it's a longing.

The more I reread it, the more I recall how I felt back then.

The more you feel reluctant to part, the more you will feel attachment and longing.

That's too fast.

Time passed faster than she had imagined. Before she could savor the happiness she held in her arms, the warmth against her skin, the nourishment of love, she was left with nothing.

Time has come to an end.

This is not the end of the story.

However, the time she, as a reader, could truly engage with his story was likely coming to an end.

All the character 'Shiina Hiyori' can get is the present.

Well, that's probably why she chose to knock on Asakusa Toru's door.

"... Not allowed to wait?"

"... Does that mean kicking them out?"

Ibuki Mio and Kamuro Masumi walked in from the balcony, raising their eyebrows at each other and asking similar questions.

The two of them aren't really related; after all, one was a former member of Class B, and the other was a former member of Class C.

There's really nothing special about the connection.

Their first meeting actually took place when Ryuen Kakeru provoked Sakayanagi Arisu, inciting Kito Hayato to commit a violent incident. The two were facing off when they met.

But after that, they didn't have any further contact.

Until they were both transferred to Class A by Asakusa Toru, and at the same time became someone's, well, bed partner.

That's how they found a connection.

There is a point of contact.

Oh wow.

A lot of common ground emerged.

Powerful, domineering, and exploitative of their workforce, bossing them around.

Sakayanagi Arisu, Ryuen Kakeru.

The taste of being lured, manipulated, falling into a trap without realizing it, and experiencing it unintentionally.

Asakusa Toru.

There always seems to be a woman around him with a special connection, but he is completely unaware of it, leaving him feeling lost.

Sakayanagi Arisu and Shiina Hiyori.

Of course, there's also the rejection of social interaction, the solitude, the lack of friends, and that kind of life.

Kamuro Masumi, Ibuki Mio.

The two girls have quite a few similarities.

Despite their completely different attributes, they share a subtle similarity in their temperament.

That's why, having found common ground, the two of them gradually discovered that they got along surprisingly well.

... The main thing is having someone to vent to, and that person is also very understanding and empathetic about it, which is really great.

They weren't best friends; their relationship was limited to that room, and they wouldn't have any further interaction after leaving.

They're not good friends who will cry together, nor will they stand shoulder to shoulder in hardship.

It just so happens that we were in the same room, chose the same spot, and happened to get along well...

Passerby.

It's like how classmates in a university classroom often sit in the same spot during the same class.

There will be no deeper exchanges, and we will go our separate ways and lose contact at the end of the course.

"It's okay, just keep writing in your diary, you don't need to care about our existence."

Finally, the one who answered Asakusa Toru in this way was Sakayanagi Arisu, who stood up and swayed slightly.

"So you're planning to finish writing your diary and then drop out of school, right?"

She was quite clear about this.

Asakusa Toru has made his attitude very clear, so the reason for returning to the dormitory at this time is self-evident.

"Of course, if you're going to tell me you just want to do ○ with that stupid little sister next to you, then never mind." Sakayanagi Arisu spread her small hands, paused for a moment, and then added, "No, then count me in."

"I haven't done enough."

She said.

So she came.

Asakusa Toru: "..."

One by one, the girls took turns explaining their purpose for coming.

Okay, maybe it's not that clear either.

Not everything was told.

"It's okay, Tetsu. Just pretend we don't exist."

With a smile, Ichinose Honami said this.

This should be considered her last attempt.

Even though she knew perfectly well that it would never succeed.

An attempt that isn't really an attempt, a chain that isn't really a shackle, a love that isn't truly sincere or heavy.

It doesn't matter.

"... Then let's leave it at that."

Rather, it's how it should be.

If you're sitting alone at a table writing in your diary, perhaps you'll find the right atmosphere and feeling.

But that would be far too... Loneliness.

Loneliness and aloofness are different.

Having received instruction from Horikita Suzune, Asakusa Toru naturally understood this principle.

With a sigh, he casually closed the door, took off his shoes, glanced at the various shoes of the nine girls displayed in the entryway, and walked Asakusa Toru to the desk.

Shiina Hiyori showed no intention of giving up her seat. Instead, she leaned back slightly and said to him with a smile:

"Just sit on my lap."

Asakusa Toru: "..."

With gentle words and soft pats on her thighs, Asakusa Toru had no reason to refuse the girl's invitation.

He knew what Shiina Hiyori was planning to do.

This is something she has always done frequently.

Sit behind him, hug him, and rest your head on his shoulder.

Then I watched him write in his diary.

Shiina Hiyori doesn't dislike reading her own Diary, but sometimes she also wants to see what Asakusa Toru has written.

The Diary gently landed on the desk, automatically unfolding and turning to the latest page.

Asakusa Toru reached out and pulled the ballpoint pen from the Diary.

Then, he applied ink to the first line.

"--Splash."

"Splash..."

"Splash..."

The overlapping, symphonic sounds Diary present to spontaneously begin turning their pages.

To put it bluntly, apart from Kamuro Masumi and Ibuki Mio, who didn't actually have much attachment to Asakusa Toru, and Horikita Suzune, who had just been aroused by Asakusa Toru and was starting to want it, the other girls present all really wanted to take Shiina Hiyori's place.

Physical contact is the best way to replenish Asakusa's energy; in a low-energy state, restless thoughts will repeatedly surface in the body.

However, although they wanted to take her place, after looking at the gentle, literary girl, they abandoned this brilliant plan.

Perhaps only Ichinose Honami could move her aside and let herself go up.

But Ichinose Honami would never do that.

Ichinose Honami smiled and took out her Diary.

Now that he's started writing, all I need to do is read it.

Kushida Kikyo lay on the bed, her heavy outer coat long since thrown aside, leaving only a thin layer for warmth.

She didn't get the satisfaction she wanted, but the Diary still ended up in her hands.

"..."

In the end, the relationship will still return to this small, thin Diary filled with the marks of time.

With her left hand pressing down on the Diary, Kushida Kikyo placed her right hand on the head of Sakura Airi, who was still squatting at the corner of the bed.

Why doesn't this child have a Diary?

Sakayanagi Arisu stretched slightly, ignoring the Diary that had popped out, and walked straight toward the desk.

She bent down slightly, and taking advantage of her petite stature, the girl slipped straight under the table.

He didn't pull at anyone's trouser leg, nor did he open his mouth.

She simply pressed herself close to the small space, and under the table where much of the light was blocked, she stretched out her hand.

The Diary fell into his hands.

She simply changed her reading position.

"..."

The group seemed to have all found their places, but Horikita Suzune, who was the last to enter the room beside Asakusa Toru, hesitated a little.

Where should she be positioned?

After a moment's thought, she approached the desk, swept her hair behind her shoulder, bent down, and lowered her head to watch him write, just like Shiina Hiyori.

The five Diary holders each found their own place.

Five unrelated individuals without diaries were kept out by the Cognition Filter.

Kamuro Masumi and Ibuki Mio were able to sense something was amiss. At least they both knew that Asakusa Toru was 'abnormal' and couldn't be judged by common sense. They noticed the difference from the smallest details and the reactions of the people around them.

However, they were able to sense something was amiss and understand what they were doing.

But they couldn't truly understand.

So, I could only pretend nothing was wrong, lean against the balcony railing, and clear my mind for a moment.

Karuizawa Kei felt a little flustered.

There are many women.

All the women are beautiful.

Women each have their own unique characteristics and style.

Everyone seems to have something far beyond her.