The courier was a local Tokyoite who looked like he had just graduated, a young man with a lush, clear face.
He looked closely at the delivery box and froze when he saw Ichijō Mirai, confirming over and over again, "Are you Minister Ichijō?"
"This delivery must be signed for by Minister Ichijō himself."
In fact, the request for the delivery from Florida was 'It must be signed for by former Minister Ichijō himself'.
Ichijō Mirai saw 'former' on the delivery slip and nodded without changing his face, "It's me."
He took the black pen and signed, writing down 'Ichijō Mirai' smoothly and checking off a 'φ' at the end of his pseudonym.
Then he realized.
"A personal habit," Ichijō Mirai paused to briefly explain to the courier who was staring at the signature, "a personal symbol."
The name is too long.
When you need to sign your name frequently, such as when you are in charge of documents in prison, you need to sign your name every time you process a document, and the police obviously don't want to reveal which mysterious person processed the document, so a fixed signature symbol that can be drawn with one stroke is obviously a good choice.
Ichijō Mirai was used to it.
He took the package, checked it in an empty corner, and opened it.
The box was silver and white in the usual gaming company fashion, the only black color on the box was the print on the delivery note, and there were only two items inside, which were diametrically opposed to each other: a laptop and a wristwatch.
The wristwatch was identical to the one Ichijō Mirai was wearing on his wrist, and the laptop was about as thin as a book.
It's an incredible thing: a computer as thin as a book and as thick as the palm of your hand at the end of the twentieth century.
And the existence of a gaming pod is just as strange.
Turning on the computer, Ichijō Mirai was quickly relieved: a blue glow appeared on the black screen, and a sketchy fox jumped across it, bringing up a line of fluctuating bold text.
The handwriting and the bolded hints in the game were exactly the same, and the two incredible existences merged into one.
[AAt the end of the twentieth century, the entire Neon is facing a crisis of collapse. The police gradually became powerless, and the original pyramid structure of society was also facing destruction. The police, who were supposed to maintain order, finally ushered in an era of the survival of the fittest. The police, who had been loved by the people in the past, also had their faith shaken by the bubble of tension.]
[Coincidentally, the dark world that was supposed to be a place of destruction has also ushered in an era of the survival of the fittest. In the vacillation between life and death, more and more people are standing silently in the darkness. The dark world that was once the bottom of the tacit disgust of human society has ushered in the most dazzling black diamond moment.]
These hints are similar to the ones you'll find at the beginning of the game, but with a subtle change, focusing more on the darkness of the convicts and the brightness of the police.
Ichijō Mirai glanced at it and only paid attention to one point, "What a good Japanese term."
It's a great flavor of chuunibyou.
How many
After all the words appeared, the screen remained stable for five or six seconds before the black screen and the blue words began to change, splitting the screen in two from the center, with the left side white and the right side black.
On the black half of the screen, lines of white writing appeared: [In order not to be completely stained with black, to become a good-for-nothing, to become a bottomless money bag that collects money, even more greedy than gangs.]
It means the police.
The white letters rise and fall against the black background, like the police struggling.
On the half white screen, lines of black writing appeared: [In order not to completely turn into white, become a messenger of justice to maintain order, become a place of bright training, more upright than the police.]
The black words struggled hard on the white screen, like the strong unwillingness of the black camp.
It's very chuunibyou.
But, "...What?"
Ichijō Mirai was unsure. He looked at it again, and again, repeatedly reading the descriptions of the police and the black side from two different perspectives, and then he sorted out the meaning of the two opposing perspectives: "Wait, so it means that more and more police officers have become black, and more and more convists have become righteous people?"
The word used is still 'place for further study'.
"Ahh?"
???
Ichijō Mirai didn't understand, but was shocked. "Is this the expansion pack that triggers the two factions? Or is it the official reward 'official book'?"
Take a look, it's weird, take another look, it's weird!
Whatever it is, "It's too outrageous."
Is this how you police and convicts play? Switching sides? It's too much of a game.
On the computer screen, black and white are mixed together into a highly unstable gray.
A few shades whiter and it will turn into white gray.
The light blue handwriting reappeared: [And you, [Ichijō Mirai], are the only factor that can turn the tide in this unbalanced duel.]
[In the darkness, you are a darkness that is more desperate than darkness. In the light, you are a light that is dazzling even to the light.]
[Nice to meet you, beta player 001 [Ichijō Mirai].]
[Hello, I am the official customer service. I am very happy to receive your reports on various bugs such as 'attack teammates by saving and reloading files multiple times', 'attack friendly units by saving and reloading files multiple times', 'maliciously blackmail teammates', 'threaten and intimidate companions', and 'repeatedly reloading files to maliciously affect teammates' mentality'. The game is working on improvements.]
The sketchy fox reappeared, crouching at the bottom of the screen, staring at Ichijō Mirai, tail wagging as if in delight. Above those fluffy ears was a dialog box that popped up: [Dear Former Minister and beta player, do you have any questions?]
Huh...? Customer service?
The fox is just a stick figure, but it is very vivid and cute. Ichijō Mirai took a few more glances and tried to translate the real meaning of this cute creature: Look at me, little one, and explain!
Explain normal player operations such as 'reloading files to kill teammates' and ',aliciously messing with teammates' mentality'.
He did not speak first.
Customer service proactively asked: [Have you been staring at me?]
"Because you're cute, I kind of like foxes," Ichijō Mirai said casually, he pondered, "You..."
The customer service representative was a game company.
Ichijō Mirai would have rejected it, but strangely enough, he didn't reject the customer service, probably because he did like foxes.
There's just one more pressing issue: does the game company... know what's going on?
About the 'running away is shameful but useful', 'Please, another me!' The situation.
"Really?" The customer service tail didn't move when she was praised, "I'm honored to be liked by you."
"You have very sweet words, 'Ichijō Mirai'."