My Tokyo Love Game Has Big Problems

Chapter 82 The only magic he knows

Sure enough, killing these monsters is not an easy task.

Stepping onto the stairs of the apartment, Tamaki Hikari sighed as he recalled what happened just now.

During the day, I was still too confident.

After actually trying it, I found many problems.

The posture of holding the knife and exerting force was wrong, and they were not familiar with the location of the opponent's organs, and they underestimated their reaction speed.

Thinking about it this way, the last time I was able to stab Imidegawa Himetsu's heart with a knife, it was really a combination of the right time, the right people, the right people, and a little bit of luck.

From this point of view, Yachiyo Yayoi's training is really appropriate.

No matter how professional the fighting training is, it will not find you a sandbag partner who will never die.

From this point of view, it feels quite like training with an NPC in a game.

Tamaki Hikaru walked to the door of his room and took out the key.

There was a rustling sound outside the door, causing Aitaniti, who was lying on the table, to open her eyes slightly.

Is Tamaki Hikaru back?

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Aitaniti cheered up, pricked up her ears, and carefully identified the footsteps.

One sound, two sounds, pause. It was Tamaki Hikari.

Aitaniti wanted to stand up and see if she wanted to talk to Tamaki Hikaru again, but the after-effects of the potion had already set in, making her very sleepy.

"Forget it. Let's go to bed first."

As long as he came back, as long as there was no danger, Aitaniti's uneasy heart was relieved.

She just put on her clothes, lay on the table and fell asleep.

Paying such intense attention to Tamaki Hikari every day consumes a lot of her mind, so she can only take a break now.

Tamaki Hikaru returned to his room and was just about to take a shower and go to sleep.

His hand subconsciously reached for his pocket, and suddenly he remembered that there was one thing he had not done.

After taking out the mysterious envelope that caused some changes in the system, Tamaki Hikari sat down.

The envelope felt a little heavy when picked up, and it seemed that there was more than just a letter inside.

There is still a complete seal of fire paint and wax on the seal, but no seal has been left on it, only the mark of a thumb has been left on it.

It's really cruel to press this hot paint directly with your hands.

Tamaki Hikaru sighed slightly, then opened the envelope directly, and a piece of letter paper and a weird dice fell out?

Tamaki Hikaru did not touch the dice first, but looked at the letter first.

Before picking up important props, read the instructions first to avoid any mistakes.

This has a profound lesson. What if there is a self-destruct switch?

Tamaki Hikaru opened the letter, and familiar handwriting came into view.

[The essence of magic is miracle, and miracle is not something that can be obtained by just sitting around and praying. 】

[Miracle is not accidental, but inevitable. 】

[Like typewriters and monkeys, only absolute will can bring about so-called miracles. 】

Typewriters and monkeys, this Tamaki Hikaru knows.

It refers to whether, given infinite time, a monkey sitting in front of a typewriter and typing at will can type out the complete works of Shakespeare.

It was originally used to describe the nature of infinity, but it also has elements of probability theory.

But the person who wrote this sentence probably meant that people's pursuit of miracles is almost impossible, just like monkeys and typewriters?

But he also mentioned absolute will, does he mean action?

Tamaki Hikaru was a little confused. He didn't want to think about it for the time being and continued to read.

[Of course, people do not have infinite time, and even if they did, they would not have that kind of absolute will. 】

[Therefore, the miracle of magic is not something that people can pursue. 】

Indeed, this is simply impossible.

Tamaki Hikaru nodded. If he were that monkey, even if his wishes would come true if he typed out Shakespeare, he wouldn't be able to keep typing it.

This so-called absolute will is really too exaggerated.

If this is the only way to learn so-called magic, it would be too outrageous.

Tamaki Hikaru continued to read.

[But, I need the miracle of magic, even if it means risking everything and putting everything on the wheel of fate, it doesn't matter. 】

[There is no infinite time, but I have infinite possibilities, but these countless possibilities are a gamble with fate. This is my magic. 】

[It is also the simplest magic that humans can use. 】

[Bet on your own destiny, roll the dice, and then use your own will to reverse the fate of your choice and achieve a miracle. 】

[But fate is not something that can be easily reversed. The price of failure in pursuing miracle magic is the reality of despair. 】

[Strength and risk coexist. Betting with fate is always controlled by fate. 】

The familiar Riddler style was half-understood by Tamaki Hikari, and he felt like he only understood half of it.

【ding~】

[You have learned the magic - Wheel of Fortune. Please hold the exclusive dice of fate when using it, otherwise you cannot use it. 】

[PS: The cost and effectiveness of this magic are unknown, so please be careful and don't abuse it. 】

The system's sudden prompt made Tamaki Hikaru confused.

no? Where did he learn it? How could he learn it when he clearly didn't understand it?

Is it just a matter of rolling the dice?

Tamaki Hikaru lowered his head and looked at the multi-sided die on the table. This is the so-called die of fate.

The dark golden material feels very comfortable to the touch. It has an irregular shape and the numbers engraved on it are blurry. It is impossible to tell what they are.

No, it's not that it's unclear, it's that no numbers will be displayed before use.

Tamaki Hikaru felt a little entangled in his heart. He was thinking about whether he should try throwing the dice.

You have to know how to use it, right?

But whether it is the envelope or the system, they remind themselves that the cost of this magic is huge, but is magic really that simple?

Tamaki Hikaru was a little hesitant, but then he thought about it. There is no limit on the number of times that important props can be used, so it would be a waste not to use them.

So he gritted his teeth and gently rolled out the dice in his hand. He rolled the dice randomly on the table twice and then stopped.

The blurry writing on it finally revealed a number that could be clearly seen, which was 30.

30?

Tamaki Hikaru doesn't quite understand the meaning of this number. If there are multiple sides of the dice, it also depends on the number of sides of the dice.

And it’s not clear how to calculate Tamaki Hikari, but it seems to be useful.

Just as Tamaki Hikaru was studying the dice, he was in another mansion far away in Tokyo.

Hosokawa Tamako was holding the mobile phone in her hand, twisting uneasily.

Is it hair? Or not? What I posted seemed a bit strange, and it almost seemed like it was specially taken for him to see.

If you don't post it, it seems that during the day, Tamaki-san just wants to see herself wearing this kind of clothes, and she has already taken pictures of herself.

After tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, Hosokawa Tamako finally decided not to send it.

What happened during the day was probably just my misunderstanding, and the words I sent out were really weird.

Just when Tamako Hosokawa was about to cancel the sending of this tweet, her hand suddenly shook for no reason and she clicked on sending.

"Ding~"

While Tamaki Hikari was studying what changes the dice had brought about, his cell phone suddenly rang.

When he opened it, he saw that his special attention had been updated. It should be Hosokawa Tamako. Tamaki Hikaru only set a special level for her.

There is only one new photo in the post. Hosokawa Tamako is wrapped in a close-fitting jumpsuit, completely revealing all her lines.

The huge treasure chest that is tightly bound outlines a perfect shape. The only flaw may be that Hosokawa Tamako's legs are not slender enough.

Just when Tamaki Hikari was watching the game and wondering why she suddenly wore such a dress, Hosokawa Tamako quickly updated again.

This time it was just a few words.

【Does it look good? 】

Hiss. What kind of weird shameful play is this?

Tamaki Hikaru took a breath. If Hosokawa Tamako had just sent him a private message, she might not have felt much.

But this feeling of posting directly on Twitter is very strange.

There was a sense of tacit ambiguity between the two of them, and a little bit of excitement.

It's itchy! My heart is itching!

Tamaki Hikaru resisted the urge to directly post the good-looking one, and silently just clicked a like button secretly.

Since we want this tacit feeling, there's no point in commenting directly, since she can see it anyway.

As he expected, he made a mistake and did not delete the photo after sending it by mistake. Instead, he gritted his teeth and continued to add a sentence.

At this moment, I was rolling around in shame and anticipation, staring at my phone, for fear of missing something.

It wasn't until she saw the reminder in the background that she breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time she felt the same as Tamaki Hikari.

Huh~ If it looks good, just say it looks good. What does it mean to just click and not say anything?

It’s not that scumbag men and scumbag women love to play with ambiguity, it’s just that the feeling of ambiguity is really wonderful.

Sometimes, this feeling is even better than your actual relationship, full of room for imagination.

A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a thief, and a thief is not as good as a romantic encounter on the roadside. This is probably the truth.

Ignoring Hosokawa Tamako blushing and rolling around, Tamaki Hikari had already put down her phone.

It's just a picture, it's enough to look at it and save it, but you don't have to hold it all the time.

What's important now is to figure out what effect this so-called magic has.

The dice on the table have returned to their illegible state, and it seems that they have expired.

Since it is a dice, the effect is naturally related to the number of points thrown, and according to the riddle in the letter, the effect of this magic should be related to fate.

Hmm. Is it the dice judgment in the running group?

These descriptions made Tamaki Hikari couldn't help but think of this aspect.

If it were a hundred-sided die, the thirty points he just scored should mean success.

Then I saw this photo of Hosokawa Tamako, which was a good thing in a sense, and I felt happy.

Therefore, the approximate effect of this thing should be this.

Tamaki Hikaru thought for a while, and then solemnly put the dice away.

Although it was only a small incident that happened just now, it does not mean that what was said in the letter was alarmist.

There are legendary big successes and big failures in the running group. He was lucky just now, and he also rolled a success, so there was no problem.

If the throw fails, it may only bring a small accident or something, but if it is a big failure,

I don’t know what will happen. The right to explain it all lies in the hands of the kp, fate. Anyway, Tamaki Hikaru is definitely dead.

At this time, Tamaki Mitsukai finally understood the meaning of the letter.

To explain it in more classic game terms, Tamaki Hikaru can use this dice to make a luck determination to achieve various results.

It's okay if it's an ordinary failure, but if it deviates too far from the average, there will even be a lot of consequences that are more serious than failure.

vice versa.

As for great success and great failure, there is nothing to explain about great failure. It is a dead end no matter what, it is just death in some way or worse than death.

As for the big success, there is a joke in the running circle that even if the world ends, if you throw a big success, you can become the light and save the world.

Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is indeed such an outrageous effect, comparable to the real Grand Wish Technique.

Of course, the risk is also very high. Tamaki Hikaru can succeed countless times, but as long as there is a serious failure, he may die.

Silently putting the dice away, Tamaki Hikaru was ready to use this thing in desperate situations.

You must not touch it at all, lest you fall into the mentality of a gambler.

When it comes to gambling, you are not afraid of losing, but afraid of winning, especially if you win at the beginning.

Tamaki Hikaru just gave it a try and succeeded. If he tasted the sweetness, he would get benefits from using it again and again.

Then you can't help but take out the dice and gamble on everything, and slowly fall into the gambler's dilemma.

If this thing was really that useful, the people who made it wouldn't have said so many warnings.

All the gifts of fate have a price tag in secret.

But no matter how risky it is, at least this thing is indeed a good thing. It should be stored well and it is best to carry it close to your body.

Tamaki Hikaru thought for a while and simply kept it on his body, so that he could use it for emergency purposes in critical moments.

After reading the letter twice to confirm that there was no more information hidden, Tamaki Hikaru put it away and put it in his bookshelf.

I looked at the time and saw that it was late at night again, which was really frustrating.

Yesterday's dishes and chopsticks were still sitting in the sink, and tomorrow's lunch box was not prepared. Now, I haven't even taken a shower yet.

Alas, just take a shower and go to bed first.

Tamaki Hikari stretched himself. He was not a nocturnal creature like Imadegawa Himetsuki. He stayed up in the middle of the night and was going to die during the day.

Speaking of which, Imadegawa Himetsuki is at school during the day and stays up late at night. Don’t vampires need to rest?

What was she doing when she stayed up in the middle of the night?

Tamaki Hikaru entered the bathroom with a little curiosity.

At the same time, on the roof of a secluded high-rise building in Tokyo, the night wind blew through Imadegawa Himetsuki's long hair, and the bright moon left a slender shadow behind her.

She changed her clothes and wandered aimlessly in this quiet time of night.

This is a rare free time, and it can also be regarded as acquiesced free time, but this time is a little different.

"Tsk, it's a bit boring. Why don't you go find that guy for some fun?"

Talking to himself, Imadegawa Himetsuki raised her head.

"Well, it's a bit late today, so let's do it tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)