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Yes, after the simulation ends, the system will erase the target person's relevant memories. However, strong emotional bonds and deep-seated event imprints have a very low probability of leaving traces in the subconscious in the form of dreams, déjà vu, or other similar experiences.
[Both Nishimiya Shoko and Sakurajima Mai fall into this special case.]
"...The probability is extremely low, you really dare to say that!"
"I've only done a few simulations, and I've already encountered two 'special cases' in a row?!"
【…】
The system fell silent, a rare occurrence.
Yuto didn't press further; he could probably guess the reason.
Now that the incident has already occurred, there's no need to keep asking why; the most important thing is to find a solution.
He asked, "Is there any solution?"
[Unsolvable; once memory traces are formed, they cannot be completely eradicated. The system cannot interfere with the subconscious of the target person in reality.]
“…You useless system.” Yuto was speechless for a moment.
[Woo~]
Yuto closed his eyes.
On one side is Mai Sakurajima, who suddenly barges in with a "past life lover" script.
On the other side are Eriri, whose relationship with Kasumigaoka Utaha is growing closer, and Kato Megumi, who seems detached but is actually very perceptive.
He now understands why many people are afraid to confess their feelings, saying things like, "I'm afraid that if I say it, I won't be able to be friends with them anymore."
His situation is similar now.
He felt he needed to calm down and find a perspective that would allow him to step away from his current surroundings and re-examine everything.
At this moment, the system sound sounded again.
[The host is currently experiencing a highly complex emotional entanglement and decision-making dilemma. Excessive external interference and internal contradictions have affected your normal judgment.]
[Suggestion: Start a brand new simulated dating game.]
Yuto Itsuki suddenly opened his eyes.
"Starting a new simulation at this time? You call this problem-solving? If you can't solve the problem, you create another one, right?" he couldn't help but complain.
[This isn't about telling the host to run away; it's about helping to solve the problem better.]
[This system believes that starting a new simulation at this time will give the host a three-win chance!]
Which three wins?
[Firstly, the host is currently deeply entrenched in the situation and unable to see the bigger picture. A completely new simulation, unrelated to the current predicament, will allow you to temporarily escape your current situation and, from an outsider's perspective, re-examine your relationships with Eriri, Kasumigaoka Utaha, Sakurajima Mai, and others, as well as your own true thoughts.]
This is a victory!
Secondly, in the simulated environment, you will face entirely new challenges and interpersonal relationships, forcing you to break free from your established thought patterns. Solving new problems may provide unexpected insights and solutions to the dilemmas you face in reality.
This is the second win!
Thirdly, the host needs a safe space to process the mixed feelings arising from Mai Sakurajima. In the simulation, you can organize your thoughts undisturbed, rather than passively coping with a series of emotional shocks in reality.
This is the third win!
With these three advantages, the host will surely be able to make up their mind, dispel confusion, and find the answer!
The dog system's argument actually makes a lot of sense...
He had to admit that he was indeed a bit flustered because of Mai Sakurajima's sudden appearance.
He needs time and space.
A completely new simulation was like providing him with a strategic buffer zone.
He can carefully consider this problem and arrive at an answer in the simulated world.
but……
"What if... I create another 'special case' in the new simulation?" he asked the most crucial question.
The essence of simulation is experience and growth. While the outcome is important, the gains from the process are the core. What the host needs to learn is how to face and handle these 'special situations,' not how to avoid them.
[For the host, the situation is completely different between ten Nishimiya Shokos and ten Sakurajima Mais.]
Yuto remained silent for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh of relief.
He stood up from his chair, went to the kitchen, and poured himself a cup of barley tea.
The cool liquid slid down his throat, clearing his chaotic mind considerably.
"Okay, I'll trust you one more time." He made up his mind and said to the system, and also to himself.
[Do you want to start a brand new simulated romance?]
"confirm."
[Simulation, start!]
The theme of this simulation is: "A Sickly Boy and a Girl Chasing Her Dreams".
[The simulation has begun. We hope you can find your answer in this simulation.]
A familiar feeling of dizziness washed over me.
……
……
[P.S.: Regarding the third simulation, after much consideration, I've decided not to go for anything too outrageous. A bland plot is fine, it's better than death...]
As for what I originally planned to do... it wasn't anything particularly outrageous, I just wanted to turn the simulation into a bizarre dungeon.
[In the mountain village episode, at the last moment, Yuto was mysteriously killed while trying to save the female lead. That's roughly it.]
[I wrote twelve chapters of drafts for this.]
Given that several of the books I've been following recently have been dubbed "disappointing" (those of you who are well-informed probably already know which ones), I think it's best to be cautious and not end up ruining yourself...
Volume 1: Chapter 115: Aoyama Nanami Pursuing His Dream
Consciousness was awakened from a deep sleep, not by the alarm clock, but by waves of cramps in my stomach.
So hungry...
Aoyama Nanami opened her eyes. The ceiling looked familiar, its color yellowish from years of wear.
She slowly sat up, her slightly faded T-shirt hanging loosely on her body, making her look even thinner.
The apartment was empty, with only the faint morning light shining through the window.
"Gu..."
She clutched her stomach, sighed, and glanced at the bedside table.
There, a half-opened pack of instant noodles was her last food source.
"Torajiro, this morning... we can only share this."
She reached out and hugged the adorable tiger plush toy beside her, placed it in front of her, and whispered in a tone that sounded both like a complaint and a self-comforting remark.
"But it's okay. Once I get paid, I'll buy you the best taiyaki. I mean it."
Torajiro, of course, wouldn't answer.
It would only quietly "watch" its owner with its pair of black plastic eyes.
Aoyama Nanami buried her face in the doll's soft fur and took a deep breath.
There's no warm, sun-kissed smell here like my old home in Osaka; only the damp, musty odor of a rented room.
She thought of her father again.
That stubborn, stern man almost severed his father-daughter relationship with her when she decided to come to Tokyo to pursue her dream of becoming a voice actress.
"Voice acting? That kind of low-class profession, can it even put food on the table? You're a girl, why not just go to university, come back and find a stable job? What's wrong with that!"
The sound of my father's roar still seemed to echo in my ears.
But she was not willing to give up.
From a young age, the small joy of being praised by the teacher for reading aloud in Chinese class planted a seed in my heart.
Later, she came into contact with animation and was deeply attracted by the voice actors who brought characters to life with their voices.
She wanted to be like that person.
Use your voice to bring characters to life and move countless people.
This dream sustained her as she came to unfamiliar Tokyo alone.
But reality is cruel.
The tuition bill from the voice acting school would arrive in her inbox every month without fail, weighing her down.
To earn tuition and living expenses, she filled all her spare time with part-time jobs.
Convenience store cashiers, restaurant servers, flyer distributors...
Even so, she still finds herself in a predicament at the end of each month.
"Gulu..."
My stomach is protesting again.
Nanami shook her head, trying to clear her mind of those chaotic thoughts.
She carefully broke open the half-pack of instant noodles, cooked it in a small pot, and drank all the soup.
My body finally felt a little warm.
……
Sumei University of the Arts Affiliated High School.
As an executive member of the school's student council, Aoyama Nanami was always the most disciplined and top student.
The school uniform is neat and tidy, and the student is never late or leaves early. The student listens attentively in class and takes meticulous notes.
She is a good student in the eyes of her teachers and a role model in the eyes of her classmates.
But no one knows what kind of bitterness is hidden beneath this mask of a top student.
During lunch break, the cafeteria was bustling with noise.
Students gathered in twos and threes, enjoying the hearty lunches they brought from home, or queuing at the cafeteria window to buy steaming hot meals.
The aroma of fried pork cutlet rice, the rich flavor of curry...
Nanami, holding a glass of cold water, found a corner to sit down.
She took out her textbooks, pretending to review her lessons, but her eyes kept glancing at the food out of the corner of her eye.
My stomach started growling again, much to my dismay.
She could only force down a large gulp of water, trying to suppress the burning hunger.
Some familiar classmates passed by and greeted her warmly.
"Aoyama-kun, aren't you going to eat? Would you like to try my mom's tamagoyaki?"
"No, thank you. I ate a bit too much this morning, so I'm not hungry right now."
Nanami smiled and politely declined the other party's offer.
Her pride wouldn't allow her to show even the slightest bit of embarrassment here.
She would rather go hungry than be pitied.
……
After school, Nanami went straight to the restaurant where she worked without stopping for a moment.
"welcome!"
"Hello, what would you like to order?"