Ladies and gentlemen, welcome!

　As soon as I was summoned, a squeaky bright girl's voice jumped into my ears.

''.........ahhh?''

　While frowning at the somewhat unusual atmosphere, you immediately observe the situation.
　In the pure white space, which is only very wide and spacious, I see what appears to be a shadow of a person in the middle.
　Hi Fumii, I see, there are 12 of them. Including me, there are 13 people.

Huh, what. What's going on here?
'Seriously?　Seriously?

　This was the reaction of two of the thirteen, a high school girl in a short skirt and two nerdy-looking ones on their way home from the electric town.
　The reactions of the other guys were similar or similar, but a few of them didn't panic and calmly gazed at the white-clad girl floating in the center of the group.
　Apparently, the voice from earlier seems to be this girl........hmm?

Tsk, you mean that?

　I generally guessed the situation from its appearance.

''Yes, Chumoku.''

　Even though she didn't have to say that, everyone would all look at her in unison.

''I'm sure everyone has a lot to say, but I think it's not too late to listen to me first.

　A pair of white wings sprouted from the back of the girl who spoke in a spaced-out and somewhat dim-witted manner, and a glowing ring floated above her head.

''Te, angel-sama!
It's amazing. You're really flying. Is this real?

　High school girls and otaku, correct.
　That girl isn't just a machine with a name like Angel Fleet, much less a cosplayer.
　You don't even need to use your appraising eye. The smell of magical waves that emit an irreverent glow is genuine and must be an angel.
　It's not that I don't care about the fact that I call them "messengers" to avoid confusion with the angel fleet.

　I'm not going to be able to get my hands on them. What should we do, kill it?

　Once you find out that the one in front of you is an errand boy of the same lineage as the god of shit, there is no harm in keeping him alive.
　Of course, in light of the situation of the summoning, it's highly likely that he's a pledge.
　That's why the only thing to think about is whether or not it's okay to kill him without knowing his wishes.

　The conclusion I've come to is.

''Well, so........uh, eh?''

　For now, I'm going to try and kill it, it was.　
　He moved in front of Gokashi's eyes with a light-winged sprint and then flashed his God-destroying sword. He returned to his original position with a nonchalant look on his face.
　Without knowing what had happened to him, Gokashi's head fell with a thud along with his dwarf body that had lost its buoyancy.

"!

　About two people let out a gasp of astonishment.
　The head of the errand boy with a fawning expression on his face rolled around on the pure white ground for a while, and then it completely disappeared at the same time as the body.

''Eh, what?　What happened?
That's funny. It just looked like that angel's head was off, but it's an illusion, right?
'What the hell!　What the hell is this?!
Ma!　I'm scared...!
I don't understand...

　A high school girl and an otaku are muttering to each other in a moment of silence.
　A salaryman-looking man says, "Yup, it's a dream. This is a dream," he shakes his head in despair.
　The Shibuya-type couple is freaked out, and the gallic-looking man with a gallic build is dumbfounded.
　The other faces had a generally similar reaction.

''Haha. Hahaha, it's not an illusion. It's definitely dead.

　
　
　These are the two who were leaking breath when the head of the errand boy dropped. It means that they are able to follow the speed of light, or at least a user who can perceive it.

　Just in case, I confirmed all twelve of them with my connoisseur's eyes.
　Hmmm, I knew they were all from Earth, right?
　It's true that I don't know any of them, but I haven't seen many similar patterns where people from other worlds were mixed in with them.

　They must have been summoned here, just like me.
　I'm sure that this time, too, it's a killing game hosted by some divine figure or an errand boy.
　It's the usual battle royale of letting two randomly selected cheat abilities play a game of killing each other and then taking pleasure in it.
　Depending on the situation, they are feeding on a neo-life device that will make your wish come true if you survive.

　As you can see from the magic formula, the organizers have summoned an unspecified number of trippers that fit the requirements without their consent.
　In other words, the goal was to gather game participants.

　
　However, the proxy pledge I remembered after the beheading in lieu of a greeting, "Who's going to participate in the game?", was easily played down.
　Perhaps the pledger was someone who was summoned?　Or all of them. If so, due to the nature of 'Summons and Pledges', the group's wishes would be averaged out, but they still lacked the resources to make a decision.

　Looking around, the twelve people had begun to discuss what to do with each other's groups.
　There was no reaction from the organizer's side, even if they killed the Gokashi.......was this a mistake?

　In the meantime, I call up the history (log) of the resident cheat ability in my head.
　It seems that the only ability activated when killing the errand boy was the Immortal Kill Cheat.

　Since it is inherently impossible to kill the Gokashi, it is natural for the Immortal Kill to be activated.
　It doesn't seem to have demonstrated the ability to nullify various defenses, so he was able to reap the life of the messenger with just the power of the God Destroying Sword.
　If it's a sword that can destroy a god, it can also destroy a god's messenger. That's obvious, right?

　On the other hand, since I was summoned to this other world, the various defense systems and nullification systems, as well as abilities such as ignoring laws, have continued to be effective even now.
　It's a record of defeats, trying to impose this other world's unique laws and various regulations on me, but failing to do so.

　This area is also, well, folded in.
　The theory behind that kind of errand girl is that the moment you try to kill her, some penalty is imposed on you.
　It's hard to judge what will happen from the history alone, though.

"Hey, hey.

　I was interrupted in my thoughts by a sudden voice calling me.
　I turned around to see what it was, but it was the guy in the gas mask.
　He seems to be rather young, though, judging by his build and voice color.

'How did you do that earlier?'

　I don't need to tell you that this is a case of mucking up the errand.

No, I just thought it might be to your advantage to pretend that you didn't notice. You seemed to notice that we noticed it. I'm curious, so I thought I might as well ask.
The way you talk, did you really know what was coming next?
Of course. We're repeat customers.

　With that, the gas mask indicated behind him with a thumb.
　The masked hood, realizing it was him, pouted and turned away.

''Repeater hey........''

　In other words, it's not the first time I've participated in a play (game), he said.
　This made it clear that the event was being held with repeated participants.

'You said it too. Wouldn't it have been better to hide those things?
You never saw it coming. Otherwise, you wouldn't have thought of killing Cappiel, and you know you couldn't kill him in the first place. No, but you've got it figured out, right?　How did he do what?　Tell me about it~

　You're a talker.
　It's not like it's anything to hide, so let's talk about it.

"It's simple. "I used a spell that turned my body into light and a sword that can kill gods.
Wow, that's great. I want one of those.
Do you have some of that going for you?　The "killer
Wow, that's awful!　Calling someone you've never met a murderer out of the blue.

　While trying to be angry, the gas mask really does laugh in amusement.
　The word "murderer" is not a metaphor, it just means what it says.
　This guy reeks of blood and death.

I don't feel like I've met you before. My name is Ko Misaki. You can call me Misaki. What's yours?
It's me. I'm Ryoji Takahagi, an otherworldly tripper, just passing through.
Nice to meet you, Ryouji!

　He called me by my first name naturally.
　After shaking each other's hands for a while, Gas Mask and Misaki let out a big sigh.

It's a shame," said Misaki, "but it's still a shame. I was hoping to win this time. Is it going to be canceled?

　It certainly doesn't look like we're going to be able to talk about it at this point, does it?
　Well it's fine if you want to join in.
　It'll be fun to just destroy them at random.

Misaki. It's too early to be complaining.
Huh?　What's that--
You'll see.　

　Right after I put my hand on Misaki's shoulder.
　As soon as I put my hand on Misaki's shoulder, the scenery became limp and distorted.

　

　
'Minna-san, welcome to the gathering!

　I can hear the voice of a jerky, flirtatious messenger.

''....Heh?''

　Next, Misaki's goofy voice.

What. What's going on here?
'Seriously?　Seriously?
'What?　Huh?　What, what is it?

　A high school girl, an otaku-looking man, and Misaki are kidding themselves beautifully.

'Yes, chu-moku-desu.'

　The messenger's words brought all eyes to a point.
　This is why Misaki, who has seen the impossible, is perturbed.

"I'm sure everyone has a lot to say, but I don't think it's too late to listen to what I have to say first.
'No, I've got a lot to say!　Why are you alive?　You're dead!　Huh?　I knew you were back.　Hmm?
Calm down for now, Misaki.

　With a smile, he pompously taps Misaki on the shoulder.

'You seem to be delirious. I don't think that's unreasonable. Because you were all summoned from another world!

　Goyo winked at her to show off her cuteness.
　Oh, this guy is so annoying. Can I kill him again?
　That's fine.

　So this time, I split its body into 17 or so pieces and then re-activated the ability.
　Three times, after the same exchange took place.

"Ryouji, is this possibly time rewinding?

　I nodded to Misaki who was whispering to me.

'Yeah. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the time rewind to the point where I was summoned to that world. In other words, I pretended that the killing of the messenger just now didn't happen.

　In this case, Misaki, who had been touched, was also timed together.
　It was a small application of the space-time manipulation cheat.

'Wow, I've never experienced that before. I didn't know it was really possible........ I mean, that means you can pretend the defeat didn't even happen!　I guess I'd better give up on winning this one...

　Misaki, who looked happy for what he said, shuffled his gas mask.

''Well, now we have one more thing to back up...''

　Seeing the pinned-up errand boy, I felt confident in the part I was analogizing from the history and situation I had just described.
　Since I rewound time, it might seem natural to come back to life, but it's actually not.
　My rewind can only target at most 'the world I'm in now'.
　This isn't because I'm not powerful enough, but because my power doesn't extend outside the world because of the 'summons and pledge'.

　In the f*cking God's multidimensional universe, soul energy is collected in Gaff's room outside the world, where the spirit body is dismantled with all its memories and then recycled as pure energy.
　The messenger, of course, is no exception, even for gods.
　In other words, even if I rewind the time of this world only, the spirit once recovered by Gaff will not be restored.

　It's not impossible to make it look like I'm being reanimated, but I need to make a memory backup of the individual's spirit body that I read with my appraisal eye beforehand, or go through a cumbersome process like in the case of the Swamp Brave.
　But this time, the errand boy has been revived without such troubles.
　There is only one rational answer to this question.

　This other world is a separate stage prepared for God's play (game).
　Even if we, the participants, including the messenger, die, our souls will not be sent to Gaff's room, but will remain in this world.
　As usual, it's a special case of a special case world where cheat holders kill each other and are encouraged by the gods of shit.

''This guy looks like he can play for the first time in a long time.

　Well, I'm sure the organizers had no intention of entertaining me.

'Exactly!　You there, you're very perceptive!

　An errand boy, who doesn't even think he's died many times, pointed at me as if he knew what he was doing.

"This is a playground, in other words, a world for you to enjoy the game!
What do you mean?
I'm good at games!

　Gokashi, who was even more pleasantly surprised that both the high school girl and the otaku had reacted as expected, declared on a high note.

'Yes. You have all been chosen!　To the participants of the God's Play (Game) "Naron Convention"!

　Ah........I had a bad feeling since I couldn't make a proxy, but I knew it was a game (game) hosted by a f*cking god.
　It's true that he can tweak my "Summons and Pledges" rules a bit to make it impossible to make a proxy pledge.
　Probably, even if I destroy the entire world, I won't be able to get there first.

　Then we have no choice. As long as we can't boycott it, let's just change our minds and move on.

　It's not a job, it's a hobby.
　Not just for fun, but all for fun.
　Let's gasp at the gods of shit who are probably watching us somewhere.

　Well, I'm really looking forward to seeing how it all turns out.