Infinite Checkpoint Project: No Game No Life

Disclaimer:- I don't own this Fanfic, I'm only TRANSLATING and editing it here and there. This is to clarify for those who skipped the synopsis.

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A menacing appearance doesn't necessarily equate to evil. In fact, weakness, helplessness, and pity are often the true faces of demons...

This phrase serves as a reminder to never let external appearances cloud your judgment.

Take, for example, the Flügel named Jibril, who was chasing Haruya... Despite her beautiful, maiden-like appearance, her inner nature was that of an M-leaning girl.

Of course, her M tendencies were only directed toward her masters, Sora and Shiro. To outsiders, she was more of an S.

"You're surprisingly agile. My masters are the brainy type, but you're more of the action type, huh? From the outside, you just look like a weak, powerless otaku."

"You know the term 'otaku' too? Actually, I prefer the term '2D enthusiast' over 'otaku'."

After all, the term 'otaku' often leads to misunderstandings, especially among those who don't understand it.

"I heard it from my masters. After all, the books I've read don't have any records of such a 'race'..."

"No, there aren't any records like that to begin with..."

"Eh? Really? Then let's discuss it after I defeat you. I'll call my masters too!"

Jibril, standing on the roof, said this as her dreamlike rainbow-colored hair fluttered in the wind.

Since she was standing on the edge of the roof, Jibril leaned forward slightly and began to fall, or so it should have been.

Mid-fall, Jibril stepped on the wall, her immense strength allowing her to embed her feet into it...

"This is just cheating!" Haruya cried out.

"Physical ability is also an innate advantage. Didn't you know that innate advantages are one of the keys to victory?!"

As she said this, Jibril, still running along the wall, pulled the trigger.

The bullet fired from her gun flew straight toward Haruya.

Seeing Jibril begin her attack, he prepared to flee.

Defeating this Flügel would be extremely difficult. The best he could do was buy as much time as possible.

Surely, Izuna's side would feel less pressure. Since Jibril was spending so much time trying to 'kill' him, Izuna could focus entirely on dealing with the siblings.

However, Haruya also knew that relying solely on his Checkpoint ability would only lead to an infinite loop. He had no intention of spending his entire life endlessly saving and reloading here.

With his thoughts concluded, Haruya had already predicted the trajectory of the bullet. After dodging it, he made his first jump.

The bullet had been fired from above, so after hitting the ground in front of him, it ricocheted upward and struck a light fixture.

"A double ricochet?!"

The bullet hit the light fixture and bounced back toward Haruya, who simply raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

A slightly pinkish bullet flew out of the barrel, curving slightly off its intended path before colliding with Jibril's bullet.

*Bang!*

The pink heart-shaped bullet dissipated in the air.

"Got you."

Jibril's voice rang in Haruya's ear, her breath even brushing against his earlobe.

"Whoa!"

"Why that reaction? My masters said that having a beautiful lady breathe into your ear would be exciting!"

"Different circumstances!"

Stumbling backward, Haruya fell to the ground. Jibril took the opportunity to raise her gun, aiming it at Haruya's forehead, "It's over, Immanity." She said, sure of her victory m

"No, not yet!"

As his body fell backward, Haruya smirked. A bullet suddenly appeared behind Jibril.

Sensing the danger, Jibril's pupils dilated slightly, her amber eyes showing a hint of panic.

However, that expression quickly turned to composure.

Grabbing Haruya's clothes as he fell, Jibril used the momentum to fall with him.

Due to her extra movements, Jibril forgot to pull the trigger.

Caught by Jibril, Haruya tried to swing his right hand to aim at her, but the impact of hitting the ground left him disoriented.

The bullet he fired flew past Jibril's back, hitting the wall and ricocheting out the door.

"When did you– no, was it when you turned around?" The Flügel suddenly asked.

"....."

Haruya had turned around while fleeing, luring Jibril into firing her bullet at the same time, causing it to ricochet along a calculated path.

He had thought that firing simultaneously would mask the sound and some of his movements, but that idea was ultimately naive.

Pinned under Jibril's weight, the softness of her body still couldn't bring him back to his senses.

'It feels so painful...' Haruya had this illusion... no, was it really an illusion?

"OH! SHIT!"

Jibril brought her face close to Haruya's, staring at something behind him.

"Why is there a knife here? Could it be... stuck in your back?"

"Can you... get off first–"

Nangou Haruya in the virtual world... dead.

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<< Checkpoint: Reload >>

Haruya watched as Jibril charged toward him again.

"Wait! Wait! Hold on a second!"

As he ran forward, he abandoned his initial plan.

Jibril, ignoring Haruya's plea, continued her pursuit. After all, they were in the middle of a battle.

However, Haruya suddenly stopped running...

He turned around to face Jibril, "I can tell you things about your masters that you don't know!"

Jibril stopped in her tracks, her eyes sparkling, "Really?!"

"But you're not friends with my masters, are you?"

"That's true, but I have a very powerful information network."

"This..." To Jibril, Sora and Shiro's tablet contained thousands of books, something she considered a marvel... so it was possible she believed Haruya's claim.

Jibril, stroking her chin, sat down on the stairs and lowered her gun, "Then tell me."

"Sure, what do you want to know?"

The Flügel started, "When my masters take a bath, which part do they wash first?"

"...."

A bath? Why would she want to know that?

It seemed Jibril was deeply fond of Sora and Shiro, both for their knowledge and their infinite potential.

To buy time, Haruya felt he had to answer this question... But then, how should he answer?

If he made something up, Jibril would surely see through it, given her vast knowledge. A poorly crafted lie wouldn't work.

In that case, he'd have to fabricate something...

Drawing on his imagination, utilizing all the light novels, anime, and game scripts he'd ever read or played.

'This...' Haruya clapped his hands, revealing a confident smile.

"Of course I know. I'm human too, after all."

Of course, this was a shameless lie...

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{T/N: You may have noticed that Haruya said 'human' instead of 'Immanity' at the end... Well, I made the distinction on purpose in this Translation considering the context...}

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