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"How did it go?"
Amamiya Natsuki put Kaguya down, letting the Sheltered Young Lady leave first. He walked into the consultation building and happened to meet Koyasu Tsubame and Chika coming out.
"...We got it!"
Koyasu Tsubame held up the certificate of no illness in her hand, her voice slightly excited.
"The character mission has been completed. You can choose to leave the instance now, or you can choose to stay, but you can only stay for a maximum of forty-eight hours. During this period, you can submit the mission and leave the instance at any time."
Amamiya Natsuki nodded upon hearing this. "That's enough time."
Most instances only take two or three days, some even just a few hours. He had never encountered an instance that lasted a year and a half.
As they spoke, the vengeful female doctor chased them out, demanding to know her daughter's whereabouts.
Of course, there was no daughter, but that didn't stop them from using it as a threat.
"Doctor Suzuki, I'll have something else to ask of you later. As long as you meet my demands, your daughter will be returned to you safe and sound... You wouldn't want your daughter to get hurt, would you?"
"..."
Watching the female doctor bite her lower lip and angrily walk back to the office, Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but complain:
"Natsuki-kun is indeed a villain, isn't he?"
Amamiya Natsuki looked at her. "If I'm a villain, then you're aiding and abetting evil."
Fujiwara Chika put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin. "We're clearly birds of a feather."
"'Birds of a feather' isn't a good idiom," Koyasu Tsubame retorted, then looked up at Amamiya Natsuki. "Natsuki-kun, where are Hanamori and Kaguya-san?"
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"I've already had them leave ahead of us."
Koyasu Tsubame pursed her pink lips, her voice soft: "To be able to complete the mission so easily... Thank you."
How to prove that a mentally ill patient is not mentally ill is undoubtedly a very headache-inducing task.
If she had been alone, it would have been absolutely impossible to complete the mission so easily.
"Koyasu Tsubame, you don't need to say thank you," Fujiwara Chika waved her hand, her voice clear. "Everyone should help each other and work together to clear the instance."
Amamiya Natsuki nodded. "Chika is right."
"I'm going back to the restaurant first to practice dancing with Marin-chan," Koyasu Tsubame exhaled lightly. "Natsuki-kun, are you two going back together?"
"We won't be going back for now," Amamiya Natsuki stopped, looking at the secretary beside him. "We're going to complete a mission first."
"Eh?"
Fujiwara Chika froze, then quickly reacted, a blush rising on her face. She stammered:
"That... the mission isn't urgent, we can talk about it later."
"After the character mission is completed, you can leave the instance at any time, which is safer than any skill," Amamiya Natsuki said seriously. "While we have the time and leisure, let's go complete your mission first."
"Natsuki-kun is right," Koyasu Tsubame nodded in agreement. "Do you want me to help?"
"Absolutely not!"
Fujiwara Chika quickly shook her head, refusing.
To have someone watching while doing that kind of thing, it's just too embarrassing, no matter how you think about it!
Koyasu Tsubame froze, feeling something was off: "What's wrong, Chika-chan?"
"I'm fine..." Fujiwara Chika clasped her hands together in front of her chest, coughed twice and said, "The mortician's mission must be completed by me personally from beginning to end. If Koyasu Tsubame helps, the mission is very likely to fail... Koyasu Tsubame, you should go back to the restaurant first and practice being an idol with Marin-chan and the others."
"I see," Koyasu Tsubame nodded lightly, not insisting on going with her. "Then I'll head back first."
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"We'll go to the restaurant after we complete the mission."
"..."
Watching Koyasu Tsubame leave, Fujiwara Chika let out a soft sigh, then looked up, blushing, and said:
"I didn't want to do it, but you insist on doing it now... It's too much. I want to switch people."
Amamiya Natsuki lowered his head and said:
"That depends on whether others agree. Besides me, who is willing to be at your mercy, even Komi, who is the easiest to talk to, wouldn't help you with the mission."
Fujiwara Chika sighed helplessly: "That's why this mission is so terrible."
Although she didn't want to admit it, it was the truth.
Stripping naked and lying down like a tool, to be used as practice material—just the first step, and no girl would agree to it.
"No more talk," Fujiwara Chika put her hands on her hips, her gaze quickly firming. "Let's go, to do the mission."
Sooner or later, the mission had to be completed. Since that was the case, she would just complete it now.
The two walked in silence.
They quickly arrived at the entrance of the Hospital Ward and went down the fire escape, soon reaching the second basement level.
"The Hospital Ward actually has so many basement levels," the air was eerie and cold. Fujiwara Chika unconsciously hugged Amamiya Natsuki's arm and whispered, "Is it like this in reality too?"
"It should be," Amamiya Natsuki said. "As of now, the Hospital's layout is exactly the same as in reality."
The two continued downwards and soon arrived at the morgue. Because they were both wearing white coats and masks, they proceeded smoothly without encountering any obstacles.
Only an old man in a security uniform was sitting at the entrance, swaying back and forth in a reclining chair, with a radio beside him from which mournful music occasionally emanated.
As Amamiya Natsuki and Fujiwara Chika passed by, the security guard suddenly raised his hand, blocking their way, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Stop right there! No unauthorized personnel are allowed inside unless they can provide proof."
"Huh?" Fujiwara Chika was startled and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't we need proof to enter and exit before?"
"Recently, many people in the Hospital have suddenly become very abnormal," the security guard slowly said. "To prevent theft, no unauthorized personnel are allowed inside now."
Theft my ass! It's empty inside, there's nothing to steal!
The security guard slowly lifted his head, his skin sallow and his face gaunt, clearly like the zombies from Call of Duty's zombie mode. His voice was hoarse as he said:
"What are you two going in for?"
Amamiya Natsuki lowered his voice and said:
"Actually... we're here for a date."
"Eh eh eh?"
Fujiwara Chika looked over in surprise.
That reason is too lame! Who would go on a date in a morgue? It would be better to say it's a test of courage!
The security guard's face showed shock: "You're here for a date?"
Amamiya Natsuki took out a bottle of wine, handed it to the security guard, and whispered:
"We've already had dates everywhere else, so we wanted to find some excitement."
Fujiwara Chika looked over speechlessly: Going on a date in a morgue for excitement, that's perverted!
"Young people nowadays... really know how to have fun," the security guard sighed, took the wine from Amamiya Natsuki's hand, and waved him in, "You two can go in."
"..."
They walked into the morgue.
Fujiwara Chika closed the door and couldn't help but say, "Why did you say we were here for a date? There were clearly many other reasons!"
"The reason isn't important. That security guard knows very well that there's nothing inside the morgue," Amamiya Natsuki shook his head. "What's important is giving him benefits."
Amamiya Natsuki mused:
"If you were doing the task alone, as long as you gave enough benefits, that security guard might even lie down himself and let you do the task."
"I don't want to."
Fujiwara Chika quickly shook her head in disgust. Natsuki was fine, but if it were someone else, especially a shriveled zombie security guard, she absolutely couldn't accept it.
With that thought, Fujiwara Chika suddenly understood, pointed a finger, and said:
"Hurry up and lie down, finish the task early, and go back early."
"Mm."
Amamiya Natsuki agreed, walked to the side of the bed, and began to take off his clothes.
"You should remove your disguise first... it looks so awkward," Fujiwara Chika reminded him.
Amamiya Natsuki's tone was faint: "Body and mind, which do you choose?"
Fujiwara Chika raised her chin: "Sorry, I choose the body... Wait, wait, you don't have to take off that one piece of clothing, right?"
"As an undertaker, there shouldn't be a distinction of gender," Amamiya Natsuki had already removed his disguise. "You can keep it on, but the task might have to start over... You choose how to do it."
Fujiwara Chika gently bit her silver teeth, hesitated for a moment, and quickly made a decision, turning her head away with a blush and saying:
"Stop talking, hurry up and lie down!"
For the task, there was no other way...
Amamiya Natsuki lay down and said:
"Close your eyes, don't look around."
Fujiwara Chika said speechlessly:
"Then how am I supposed to do the task?"
"I was just saying," Amamiya Natsuki complained. "To let you experience what I usually feel."
Fujiwara Chika turned to look, her gaze flickering for a moment, then quickly moving away, not daring to look much: "You're a boy, not a girl."
"Discrimination, serious gender discrimination," Amamiya Natsuki looked up at the sky. "I demand gender equality."
Slap.
Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but reach out and slap Amamiya Natsuki:
"Don't talk, I'm going to start the task."
"..."
The night was uneventful... Not really.
About ten or twenty minutes later, the novice undertaker's character task was successfully completed.
Amamiya Natsuki was still in good spirits.
Unfortunately, Chika suffered a severe mental shock. Dazed and disoriented, she lowered her head, blushing, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands, and obediently followed behind Amamiya Natsuki as they walked out of the morgue.
The zombie security guard was still sitting in his chair, and when he saw Fujiwara Chika's expression, a look of shock appeared on his dry face.
They didn't just talk about it, they actually did it! That's too perverse!
The journey back was silent.
On the way back, Chika didn't say much until they returned to the restaurant, where she finally recovered—what was done was done, and there was no going back. At such a time, it was better to put the matter out of her mind and leave it for her future self to think about.
"Chika-chan, you're back?"
The restaurant had been tidied, and a clear space had been made in the corner. Koyasu Tsubame was training with Marin when she saw the two return, and her eyes lit up, "Did you complete the task?"
"Cough, cough..." Fujiwara Chika lightly coughed twice, feeling her ears burning. "The character task has been completed. Like Koyasu Tsubame, I can submit it now or continue to stay."
Kitagawa Marin said from the side:
"Chika-chan's task is so easy, my character task is so hard, dancing is exhausting."
It's not easy at all, it's actually super hard, okay!
Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but complain in her heart, "If I could exchange character tasks, I would have exchanged with you long ago!"
"Chika-chan, you don't have anything else to do now, do you?" Koyasu Tsubame said. "Just practice with us. Two people in an idol group is still too few."
"Leave it to me."
Fujiwara Chika readily agreed.
Now it was necessary to use exercise and sweat to drive away the strange images in her mind!
Amamiya Natsuki spoke up:
"Have Kaguya and Hanamori returned yet?"
"They've already returned," Koyasu Tsubame nodded. "They caught a lot of fish, and they're all in the back kitchen. I was going to help, but Kaguya-san said that focusing on dance practice is very important right now."
"It is indeed very important. As idols, you can lip-sync, but you can't fake dance," Amamiya Natsuki nodded. "You two continue practicing, I'm going to the back kitchen to take a look."
"Natsuki-kun, go ahead."
"..."
Amamiya Natsuki walked to the back kitchen alone.
He passed through the side door in the corner and entered the back kitchen, where a strong fishy smell assaulted him.
"I'm back," Amamiya Natsuki walked into the kitchen, greeted the girls, and then said, "How many fish did you catch in total?"
"Thirteen fish in total," Shinomiya Kaguya said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We ran out of bait later, so we didn't catch any more fish."
"That's enough for now. We'll go fishing again later," Amamiya Natsuki nodded and looked at the catch.
These fish varied in size, but they had one thing in common: they were ugly, uniquely ugly, bizarre, making one wonder if they grew up in nuclear wastewater.
Amamiya Natsuki said:
"What dishes are you planning to make with these fish?"
"Sashimi and grilled fish, I guess," Juju wrinkled her small nose, clearly disliking the fishy smell in the air. "We'll just use the most common ways to eat them."
Amamiya Natsuki put on the Dark Chef's badge, walked over, and said:
"I'll help."
There were several people in the kitchen, but not many were actually working—the Sheltered Young Lady never lifted a finger, never even made instant noodles herself since childhood. Hayasaka Ai was slacking off the whole time, Juju was muddling through, and the only ones seriously processing the fish were Komi and Yui.
Sure enough, the more obedient and honest people were, the more work they did.
Now, with Amamiya Natsuki joining, efficiency quickly improved.
A moment later.
"Phew... finally done."
"The fishy smell is so bad."
"I don't want to eat fish for the next month."
"..."
Amamiya Natsuki washed his hands and looked at Kaguya, suggesting:
"We've already stocked some ingredients, so we can try to open for business."
Shinomiya Kaguya nodded gently: "It can indeed be put on the agenda... First, we need to attract customers and make them willing to spend money at the restaurant."
"The dishes the restaurant provided before were truly indescribable," Yui, who had just been working diligently and without complaint, complained. "It won't be easy to re-establish our reputation."
"Why establish a reputation?" Amamiya Natsuki shook his head. "That kind of thing is actually irrelevant."
"Huh?" Juju was startled, raised her small face, and said, "Idiot... cough, what are you talking about? Reputation is the most important thing for a store, isn't it?"
"For a legitimate restaurant, that's true, but..." Amamiya Natsuki changed the subject. "Are we a legitimate restaurant?"
Hayasaka Ai raised her right hand and smiled, answering: "We are a black-hearted restaurant."
Juju: "..."
Who would say they run a black-hearted restaurant!
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