Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 30 30: Iwasaki Kosuke

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List:
Araki Bon (Seeker): 85 points

Uesugi Hitomi (Calm Type): 80 points

Nobi Tomoyoshi (Focused Type): 77 points

The quality was quite good this time, but the last name surprised him a bit; it shouldn't be a duplicate name.

Without hesitation, Higashiyama Shin, purely focused on grades, extended invitations to the first two.

As for Nobi Tomoyoshi, who was in the same class as him, he wouldn't consider it unless someone declined the invitation, not to mention that his overall score was lower than others.

As he was thinking, he received a new message.

Araki declined the invitation.

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At this moment, in a darkened bedroom somewhere in Tokyo.

A young man locked his bedroom door from the inside, sat carefully in front of his computer, placed tissues on the desktop, and the screen's glow reflected his increasingly impatient face. With the sound of the mouse clicking, he was canceling one placeholder advertisement after another.

"Will these annoying ads ever end? [Click], close, no, refuse, disagree"

"Hmm? Did I just skip something?"

"Never mind, IPZZ-367."

Despite Dongshan's silence, some people still refused the invitation, seemingly without a moment's hesitation.

His gaze fell on Nobi Tomohiro's name, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally clicked the button.

Next, although he wouldn't continue playing the game tonight, he could observe the other players' gameplay from a follower's perspective while he slept, hoping to make some new discoveries. He could then combine this with his own gameplay, since he couldn't rely entirely on them; his own efforts were the most reliable.

I glanced at the time before going to bed; it was 12:30.

Uesugi Hitomi accepted the invitation.

Nobi Tomoyoshi accepted the invitation.

Very well, now let's show him the strength of these three players.

"Mr. Iwasaki, it's time to go to bed."

".good."

Inside a modest sanatorium, Kosuke Iwasaki, sitting in a wheelchair, calmly allowed a caregiver to push him back to his room.

The caregiver didn't look strong; in fact, he was rather thin. Yet, he managed to carefully move Iwasaki Kosuke, who could only turn his neck, onto the bed all by himself, bit by bit.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, changed his diaper into a new adult diaper, checked his temperature, and covered him with a thin blanket.

Iwasaki watched quietly as the caregiver busied herself, and the cross pendant that had slipped from her chest shone with a silvery-white light as it spun around under the room's lamplight.

"Ms. Goto, are you religious?"

"Ah, I..." Following Iwasaki's gaze, she saw the pendant she had inadvertently exposed and hurriedly tucked it back into her clothes, somewhat embarrassed. "I don't really believe in these things. This was given to me by my mother. She believes in them."

Iwasaki didn't press the matter, and instead changed the subject: "I've noticed you hardly get any rest each month, aren't you tired?"

"It's alright." She wasn't very good at communicating with people, especially the patients staying here. She had heard a lot of bad rumors, but she didn't have the right to be picky. She could only choose patients that other caregivers were reluctant to take on.

Patients with total paralysis are the type of patients that caregivers dislike the most, because there are so many things to take care of, and sometimes one person can't handle it all and needs to ask others for help, but the extra pay is not much, so the job ends up falling on her shoulders.

However, she breathed a sigh of relief, at least, at least the other party couldn't do anything bad.

"Have you ever complained to God about life?" Iwasaki looked at Goto, but upon closer inspection, he was lost in thought.

Goto thought about it seriously: "But complaining is useless. We might as well do more work. This job is very good to us."

Iwasaki didn't say anything more.

Goto breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Iwasaki, please call me if you need anything." As she spoke, she pressed the LCD screen next to the hospital bed, which would transmit any messages from the patient to her lounge.

"it is good."

"Good night."

Goto slowed his pace, carefully walked to the corridor, turned off the main light, turned on the night light, and then closed the door.

Iwasaki lay on the bed, staring at the virtual screen that had been hanging on the side of his field of vision after he had chosen to accept it.

[Settings before starting the game?]

He focused his gaze on it and made his choice.

Please enter a nickname. The nickname is limited to 1-2 Chinese characters and must be selected from your real name.

"Hao," he murmured to himself.

[Player "Hao", created successfully, ID 0110]

[Note: Participating in the game and actively completing levels will earn you generous rewards, but the price of death will be the loss of your lifespan.]

[Players must participate in the game at least once a day until a perfect completion is achieved in the game initiated by "Unknown".]

[That concludes the explanation. Do you wish to enter the game? Once entered, the main body will automatically go to sleep.]

Iwasaki took a deep breath, feeling his body completely numb, and his gaze instantly hardened.

"My life can't get any worse."

"Enter the game."

A blinding white light struck him, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.

咕噜 咕噜
Iwasaki slowly opened his eyes. Everything in front of him had changed dramatically. The hospital bed was gone. He seemed to be sitting on a moving train or a train.
He had never ridden the subway or train, but he knew that this was what it should look like inside.

"My hands, my body"

Iwasaki's lips twitched, and a joyful smile slowly took shape. He supported himself on the chair with his hands, slowly stood up, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and felt the long-lost tactile beauty. The most wonderful thing in the world is to feel the earth with the soles of your feet and touch the temperature with your palms.

[We are approaching Tsukiji Station. The exit is on the left. Passengers heading towards Tsukiji Market, please exit through the left door. Please take your valuables with you when you disembark.]

Iwasaki was startled; the announcement pulled him back from his excitement.

He forced himself to calm down.

This is a game, not reality. No matter how realistic the feeling in the game is, in reality he is still a bedridden paralyzed man who can't even control his sphincter muscles, and what some people call a useless person.

What he needed to do was to find out what exactly the generous rewards mentioned in the game were.

Could we help a bedridden, paralyzed man achieve a medical miracle?

He had a good memory; even when caught off guard, he memorized everything the broadcast said and carefully considered it.

Before he became paralyzed, he occasionally enjoyed playing games, but many of them were too easy for him and not very fun, so he didn't become addicted.

If he had known this would happen, he should have played more games back then.

Complaining won't help now. All we can do is find our mission objective from the subtle clues and complete the level.

"Tsukiji Station? It should be near Tsukiji Market."

As the train came to a stop, the doors on both sides opened simultaneously, and the contrasting styles on the left and right sides made him ponder.

He quickly checked his belongings and ended up only taking his phone and flowers.

"Is the sign indicating that you should get off on the left? Then please go to the right first."

Having made his decision, Iwasaki didn't hesitate any longer and immediately chose the right-side door.

(End of this chapter)