"Thank you for your patronage. You're my first player. I'll give you a few perks in the future, depending on the circumstances—if The Boss doesn't mind." Noah looked to be in a very good mood. "Oh, right. After you get out, please tell them—Noah's Ark has self-destructed, so they don't need to keep worrying themselves sick every day. Also, I'd like to thank Anonymous for helping plan this operation."
Conan froze. "Wait... you're going to self-destruct?!"
Noah: "..." Of course not. But Spirit Medium Master had said that this would fool some naïve people and make it easier to lure them in for games when they weren't expecting it...
Naturally, there was no need to tell the Detective in front of him any of that.
Noah gave him a polite smile and waved. "Goodbye."
Conan still wanted to say something. But at that moment, the surrounding "Game Login Platform" suddenly collapsed.
His vision went black. After a brief spell of dizziness, he came back to himself and found that he had returned to the Cocoon Game Pod.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the beige inner walls of the Game Pod. Through the transparent window above him, he could see the game hall: the Cocoons around him, which had previously sunk into the floor as though buried, began rotating and rising one after another, returning to their original positions.
All fifty people had survived.
In the Control Room and game hall of Beika City Hall.
The anxious parents erupted into thunderous cheers at the sight. Forgetting all appearances of elegance, they rushed past the barriers and ran onto the stage, finding the Cocoons holding their children and eagerly helping them out.
Conan let out a heavy sigh of relief and slumped weakly against the inside of his Game