Chapter 22: Entrance

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Translator: Soafp

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519: Anonymous in Love

FOOOOOO!!!!

520: Anonymous in Love

DUNDUNDUNDUN LOL

521: Anonymous in Love

SAY HO!

522: Anonymous in Love

HO! HO! HO!

523: Anonymous in Love

This thread sure is noisy.

524: 1

What's going on here…?

525: Anonymous in Love

SHOUT! SHOUT! SHOUT!

526: Anonymous in Love

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527: Anonymous in Love

Dried bonito flakes.

528: Anonymous in Love

It's just that we wanted to get you used to a bit of a noisy atmosphere, 1.

529: 1

I see… Thanks. I feel a little less anxious now.

530: Anonymous in Love

But it was mostly just fooling around.

531: 1

…

Anyway, about the club outfit—can I just go with something casual?

532: Anonymous in Love

There's probably no dress code or anything.

533: Anonymous in Love

I think sandals are a no-go, though.

534: 1

Yeah, I wouldn't wear sandals when going out anyway…

535: Anonymous in Love

Or a super worn-out t-shirt, lol.

536: 1

Should I just dress up a bit?

537: 1

Might as well let the thread decide for me.

538: Anonymous in Love

Are you serious?

539: Anonymous in Love

Don't do it (for your own good).

540: Anonymous in Love

A madman running on random choices…

541: 1

Sorry, I'll decide on my own after all.

542: Anonymous in Love

LOL, the thread had to stop 1's rampage.

543: Anonymous in Love

It's funny how the thread stops things from going too out of hand.

544: Anonymous in Love

Who was it that suggested dyeing your hair rainbow again?

545: 1

I'm grateful though. I'm seriously glad I went with it.

546: Anonymous in Love

Hmm, this guy…

547: Anonymous in Love

Well, if 1's happy, it's all good, I guess…

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This thread has practically become my emotional support.

I managed to put together a somewhat stylish outfit—based on what the store mannequin was wearing with a smug look, so it can't be too off, right?

But still, I can't shake the nerves. My heart's been pounding so loudly for a while now.

Is this “despair,” or “hopeful anticipation”? (Coming soon to theaters.)

“…If worse comes to worst, I'll just throw on a beanie.”

This hat is practically magic. The moment I put it on, I feel like my presence shrinks to almost 1%—at least, it feels that way.

But… is that really okay?

Would someone who says they're into clubbing actually want to “go unnoticed”?

Yeah, no (rhetorical question) (Ancient literature test score: 69).

“I can't afford to be in my right mind!”

Leaving my trusty beanie by the front door as a kind of good luck charm, I set off toward the club.

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“I’m here…”

Or rather, it would be more accurate to say, “I’ve arrived.”

I reached the nearest station. The time is 3 PM on a Sunday afternoon—just like any other day.

People passing by—blending in with the crowd, parting from it, and before I knew it, I was at my destination.

“…Let’s do this.”

The entrance was grand, with blinding gold and silver decor. In front of it stood a burly gatekeeper.

Around him were people who clearly looked like they knew how to have fun—messing with their phones, talking on calls.

At this point, I was already stepping into a world I didn't know.

What could possibly be waiting for me inside?

Suppressing the loud pounding of my heart, I made my way toward the entrance.

As I walked in, the gatekeeper shot me a glare, and before long, another man inside called out to me.

“—Ou. ID and membership card.”

“Ah, here…”

“Hm? Your hair’s totally different… No, but yeah, the face matches.”

“Y-yes.”

“Nice color you got there. For a high schooler, that's impressive.”

“Thanks…”

His voice was flat and imposing, adding to the pressure I already felt. I wanted to go home.

The number of rings on his fingers and the piercings… way too many.

I could probably merge with 10 versions of myself and still lose to his sheer muscle mass.

The only thing I could “compete” with him on was hair color. He had gold. I had rainbow.

Score: Me, zero. Him, five billion. I lose. Sorry.

“Don't lose the wristband. And don't even think about drinking.”

“Got it…”

“You’re good to go.”

After having some sort of blue wristband wrapped around my arm—probably a mark for minors—I was allowed entry.

Upon opening the door, a dimly lit hallway greeted me, illuminated by eerie purple lights. And already, I could smell the chaos brewing within.

Well, here we go, into another world.

Good luck, future me (cardiac arrest pending).

“Oh, by the way. 3,000 yen.”

“…Ah, right (revived).”

Just as I thought I was in the clear, I felt a hand on my shoulder, reminding me of the entrance fee.

Guess I’ve only got one life left.