"How many girls has this guy provoked?!"
Looking at the excited, teary-eyed girls around Natsuki, Momo felt completely out of sorts.
One, two, three, four, five... There were more than ten in total!
Not only that...
Her eyes drifted over to Juju.
That little girl had pink short hair, slender limbs, and seemed to be less than 1.5 meters tall. Her figure was unremarkable, as if she hadn't even started developing...
She had originally thought Natsuki was merely shameless and lewd, but at least he had a bottom line, such as Mrs. Ozawa among the survivors, and other office ladies who deliberately tried to get close to him. Natsuki had always maintained a distance and hadn't abused his power to do as he pleased.
But at this moment, Momo realized she was wrong, terribly wrong.
This guy was clearly the scum of scums!
"Hmph..."
Momo let out a light breath, turned her head away, choosing to ignore it. A sense of loneliness, like a stranger in a foreign land, suddenly surged within her.
The liveliness and commotion belonged to others; she only had loneliness and desolation.
Even if she survived in this world, it would be impossible to find a true sense of belonging, after all, her relatives and friends were all gone...
"Huh, Momo?"
Suddenly, an incredibly familiar voice came from behind her.
Momo quickly turned around upon hearing this and saw a familiar pink-haired girl with a surprised expression behind her. Her eyes involuntarily welled up with mist: "Tsubame-senpai..."
Even though she knew that the Tsubame in front of her was not the Tsubame she knew, Momo's eyes still involuntarily turned red. Their relationship in the other world was actually very good; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were her only true friends.
"It really is Momo." Tsubame walked over in surprise, "Momo, why are you here? And what's wrong with your face and eyes?"
"Uh..."
Momo suddenly felt a little guilty, stammering, unsure how to explain.
She had traveled from another world, and this was her first time meeting this world's Tsubame. Could they still be considered friends?
As they spoke, Natsuki walked over and introduced, "Tsubame-senpai, this is Ryuju Momo."
"I know..."
Tsubame looked up, her eyes slightly red, wanting to hug Natsuki, but she was too embarrassed and could only barely restrain the impulse.
Natsuki had fewer reservations. He had circled a Apocalypse world and almost couldn't return, making him even more aware of the importance of cherishing those present. He immediately stepped forward and gently ruffled Tsubame's hair.
"Bastard!"
Seeing Tsubame merely blush and not flinch, Momo clenched her fists in anger and couldn't help but shout, "You scumbag, you won't even spare Tsubame-senpai!"
Natsuki said earnestly, "Tsubame-senpai and I are in love and are in a proper relationship. Does Momo-senpai have an objection?"
Tsubame's pretty face was flushed. She shyly tugged Natsuki's sleeve and whispered, "Um, why is Momo here? And her eyes and cheeks are still very... I even chatted with Momo yesterday noon."
Natsuki explained, "Congratulations, Tsubame-senpai. This is the Momo I brought back from another world. You'll have two good best friends from now on."
"Eh, eh, eh?"
"..."
After meeting and confirming Natsuki was safe and sound, the girls gradually calmed down.
Natsuki and Miko, led by the hotel staff, went to wash up. After washing up, they underwent physical examinations by medical personnel, then returned to the lobby to begin recounting the information about the other world.
"The mist phenomenon is not an ordinary Strange Tale. I call it spatial mist. The late-night subway we took earlier, when it passed through the mist, was actually passing through the mist and entering another world..."
The spatial mist phenomenon.
A parallel world destroyed by the Strange Tale disaster.
A desolate, empty Tokyo.
Everyone had originally thought that Natsuki's disappearance for these three days was due to him and the other subway passengers being caught in an anomaly incident. However, the unfolding of events far exceeded their imagination.
As Natsuki spoke, he also took out his phone and played video evidence he had filmed in the other world.
An empty, ghost city.
Clothes scattered everywhere.
A silent, desolate campus.
Monsters lurking in dark alleys...
Even through the screen, it brought immense mental impact to the girls.
Mrs. Ozawa couldn't sit still. Such important information was not something she could record alone. She immediately stood up and said, "Please excuse me. The information Natsuki-kun is providing is incredibly important. I need to contact others first."
After Mrs. Ozawa hurried away with her phone, Chika clutched her chest and said, "President actually traveled to another world... No wonder we couldn't contact him no matter what, and he didn't appear for so many days."
The sudden disappearance of an entire subway full of people was naturally a super major event. After confirming the passenger list and discovering Natsuki and Miko, Mrs. Ozawa contacted Kaguya and the others that very night. The girls all learned about Natsuki's disappearance.
At first, they weren't worried. After all, when you encounter Strange Tales enough times, you gradually get used to it.
However, as days passed and Natsuki still didn't appear and there was no news, the girls' panic and worry grew day by day, until they finally received news from Natsuki and could relax.
"A parallel world destroyed by an anomaly disaster, huh..." Kaguya pursed her lips and said softly, "The Strange Tale missions released by the game all mentioned that Strange Tales are invasions. Are these Strange Tales invading from parallel worlds?"
Natsuki nodded, "Most likely."
Yukino pressed her fingers to her temple, let out a soft breath, and said, "A parallel world destroyed by an anomaly disaster... Do you know the reason?"
"No idea." Momo crossed her arms over her chest, sitting beside Tsubame, and said calmly, "The Strange Tale disaster suddenly erupted that afternoon. Countless people perished, and the entire world system collapsed abruptly... Although we survivors fortunately survived, we were merely trying to survive and had no ability to investigate the truth behind it."
"Um..." Moeha raised her right hand and asked timidly, "Will our world be destroyed like the other world?"
"..."
The girls fell silent one after another.
According to Murphy's Law, if something bad can happen, it will happen.
The increasing number of Strange Tales invading from parallel worlds indicates that the loopholes between the two worlds are growing. If there are no surprises, an anomaly disaster will likely fully erupt one day in the future.
At that time, will this world be able to withstand the Strange Tale disaster?
Natsuki interlaced his fingers and said in a deep voice, "When soldiers come, we will block them; when water comes, we will cover it with earth. We are not without the possibility of resisting the Strange Tale disaster. Don't forget, we still have the existence of the game."
Even if the world is eventually destroyed by the Strange Tale disaster, players will most likely survive.
"Natsuki is right." Marin put her right hand on her hip. "The game is so powerful; the world will definitely be fine."
"..."
A moment later.
More than a dozen official personnel in suits quickly arrived and politely invited Natsuki to the conference room for a talk.
Natsuki naturally wouldn't refuse. He greeted the girls and stood up to go to the conference room.
Upon entering the conference room, he saw that a video conference was even being held on the large screen, with many people in the video. Clearly, the information about the other world was incredibly important and had received the highest level of response.
Next was the Q&A session. These experts meticulously inquired about all information, no matter how small.
Natsuki calmly answered each question without any concealment.
As a teenage high school student, trying to save the world by himself was completely a joke; reality was not a hot-blooded shonen manga.
So Natsuki thought very clearly: when the sky falls, the tall ones should hold it up, and the tall ones on Earth are, of course, the officials.
Dealing with a world disaster should, of course, be left to the officials. As an ordinary high school student, he shouldn't worry about it.
The meeting lasted for several hours before finally ending. Even Natsuki felt mentally exhausted.
"Natsuki-kun, you've worked hard today."
Mrs. Ozawa bowed slightly, escorting Natsuki out of the conference room, and said softly, "Please rest first. We may need to bother Natsuki-kun again later."
Natsuki nodded lightly, "Then I'll go rest."
Mrs. Ozawa took out her phone and returned it to Natsuki, saying, "All data and information have been copied. Please rest assured that the staff did not copy anything related to Natsuki-kun's personal privacy."
Natsuki took the phone and said casually, "It's fine. Notify me anytime if anything comes up."
In this era of big data and information, various wiretapping incidents are endless, and the protection of personal privacy is a complete joke.
Natsuki was very sure that his privacy had already been completely stripped bare by the officials. He probably even had his childhood bed-wetting experiences documented, so he just ignored it and pretended it didn't exist.
Glancing at the time, it was already three in the morning. Natsuki waved his hand and turned to leave.
Upon arriving in the lobby, it was already empty and deserted. Clearly, the girls had all dispersed to rest.
Natsuki yawned, went to his exclusive room in the hotel, took a quick shower, and then collapsed into bed.
The night passed without incident.
The next day.
At six in the morning, his biological clock, formed by habit, made Natsuki open his eyes on time.
Natsuki got out of bed, walked to the window, and opened it. It was still the tail end of summer vacation, and bright sunlight immediately streamed in.
Looking at the gradually bustling street below the hotel, Natsuki felt exceptionally pleased.
Only after experiencing a true apocalyptic world did he realize how amazing the peace and tranquility before him were.
After watching the scenery outside the window for a while, Natsuki felt a little hungry. With his worries gone, his appetite naturally returned, so he put on his clothes, preparing to go out to eat something. Although he had only slept for three hours, his spirit had already recovered to its optimal state.
Opening the door and stepping into the hallway, Natsuki had only walked a few steps when he suddenly saw a blonde girl come out from around the corner of the hallway.
"President?"
Hayasaka stopped, and softly said, "Why are you up so early?"
Natsuki's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward to Hayasaka, curiously asking, "I'm hungry, so I came out to eat something... It's only six o'clock, what are you doing out, Ai?"
Hayasaka raised the shopping bag in her hand, and softly said, "I left in a hurry last night, and Kaguya didn't have a change of clothes, so I went out to buy a set of clothes for her."
As expected of a dedicated maid, for Kaguya, she even quietly got up before five o'clock to prepare everything.
Natsuki looked down at Hayasaka, and lowered his voice, saying, "If I remember correctly, Kaguya-chan usually wakes up at seven, right?"
"..."
Looking at Natsuki's undisguised burning gaze, Hayasaka's pretty face flushed slightly. She took half a step back, covering her chest, and said, "President, please behave yourself."
Slap.
Natsuki reached out and pressed against the wall, cornering Hayasaka against it, and said from above, "Hayasaka-san, you wouldn't want to see Kaguya taken advantage of, would you?"
"If you know what's good for you, just obey, otherwise I'll go take advantage of your Kaguya right now."
Hayasaka bit her lower lip, a look of shame and indignation on her pretty face:
"Lewd!"
Natsuki said, "I'll show you something even more lewd right now."
Hayasaka covered her chest, and indignantly questioned, "President, doing something like this, is it fair to Kaguya?"
It must be said, the maid's acting skills were quite good.
Natsuki had originally planned to talk a bit more, but in a blink of an eye, he couldn't hold back anymore, and pulled Hayasaka towards the room.
"Let go of me." Hayasaka bit her lips, struggling with her words, "I'm going to scream for help."
Natsuki: "No one will come to save you even if you scream until your throat is hoarse today."
"..."
Bang.
The door slammed shut.
An hour later.
The rain had stopped and the sky cleared, the outside grew even brighter.
"...Perverted president, how can I wear these stockings when you've torn them like this?"
Hayasaka gritted her teeth, looking at the stockings that had turned into scraps of cloth in her hand, she couldn't help but glare, but unfortunately her eyes were slightly red at the moment, clearly having just cried, with a misty haze in her eyes and tear stains at the corners, she truly had no deterrent power whatsoever.
Natsuki said with righteous indignation, "Who told you to look so cute wearing stockings? It's perfectly normal for me to not be able to hold back, isn't it?"
"Pfft~"
Hayasaka lightly spat, and could only take off the other stocking, complaining with disdain, "No matter how much you make excuses for your fetish, it doesn't change the fact that the President is a pervert."
Natsuki raised an eyebrow slightly, and then pulled Hayasaka back into his arms, saying, "When you were crying and begging for mercy just now, you didn't say I was a pervert."
"Hehe."
Hayasaka responded with a smile.
"Still sneering, are we?" Natsuki's expression stiffened, "My pride has been insulted, it seems we need to do it again."
Sensing Natsuki's stirring, Hayasaka immediately panicked, and quickly said, "Perverted president, that's enough, Kaguya-sama is about to wake up, there's not enough time."
"I don't care." Natsuki hugged her tightly, not letting go, "In short, my pride has been humiliated, don't think about going back until I'm satisfied."
Hayasaka gritted her teeth, and grabbed Natsuki's mischievous hands:
"Perverted president, don't push your luck!"
"Sorry, my hands have a mind of their own."
"You... Mm-- Hmm!~"