[MTL, BL] There Must Be Something Wrong with My Krypton Game

3.2

I don't know why, Kanda Chuan Yu felt a little guilty at this time.

But he soon finished convincing himself.

Guilty what! That's not a real kid!

That's not a person!

...Wait, he doesn't seem to be a person himself now?

Looking at the can in his hand, Kandagawa Yu fell into deep thought.

The first day's work was over quickly. After finishing the work log, Kandagawa Yu returned to the room, and then he had nothing to do. He looked into the other researchers' rooms from the window and found that they were doing nothing but sitting on the bed in a daze.

Kandagawa Yu: "..."

Okay, I wanted to experience the feeling of playing strip mahjong with four of them sitting together.

It seems that when they were made, they should not have the entertainment section installed.

No wonder he was so at ease, the dormitory didn't even have a gatekeeper.

Presumably because these people were indoctrinated to "do what they were told" in the first place, they would not have unmanageable thoughts or actions other than work.

However, they won't have it, Kandagawa Yukai.

The room was damp and cold, and the narrow place didn't even have a window, which made people suffocate after looking at it for a long time.

It didn't take long for Kandagawa Yu to suffocate, and then a strong and unbearable hunger rose again.

Cold and hungry, Kanda Chuan Yu was in a trance, feeling like the little girl selling matches in Andersen's fairy tale, the drinks and snacks in the refrigerator in the real world, and the hunger and cold in the game, without even a hair.

I was even a little bit wondering if there were any matches nearby that could light a roast turkey or something.

Matches are impossible, impossible in this life, but, after tasting the taste of high-grade canned beef.

He looked at the watch in his left hand.

That, daily tasks.

It seems to be reusable in general, right?

When he came in, he noticed that there seemed to be a shortage of manpower in this research base.

Not only was there no one guarding the area where the androids lived, but there were few guards along the way when they were sent. A white coat was responsible for the factory and adjustment of their dozen or so androids.

In the morning, he deliberately counted that there were clearly six or seven androids who were judged by the white coat to be successful, but when the mission was announced, only four remained. It was reasonable to suspect that it might be the reason for the expired cans.

Obviously it will affect the utilization rate of artificial humans, but still choose to provide such expired cans, indicating that food and supplies are likely to be in short supply.

There is a shortage of manpower and materials. It is preliminarily inferred that if it is not an apocalyptic world like the Walking Dead, it should be a war in progress.

Since there are some outrageous "artificial ability experimental bodies", this is obviously not an ordinary world, so it should not be an ordinary war, but an extraordinary war that needs to rely on unnatural forces.