[After your heartfelt talk with Ryo Yamada.]
[A few days later, you finally made up your mind, and soon told the rest of Kessoku Band that you wanted to get married.]
[Among them, Toru was the most stunned. Just a month ago, he was persuading you to give up music, even preparing himself mentally to be separated from you by life and death. But now you suddenly announced you would give up rock and marry him. The news left Toru both shocked and overjoyed.]
Pfft. Was it really something to be that happy about? A faint smile tugged at the corners of Nijika Ijichi's lips.
Even if this was just a simulation, the thought of marrying Toru still made her happy. After all, her feelings for him weren't entirely fictional.
[Ryo Yamada, already knowing your thoughts, only clapped lightly. You noticed a trace of pain in her expression, her stomachache from a few days ago still hadn't healed.]
So pitiful.
Ryo, please get better soon.
Little angel Nijika prayed for her, completely unaware that she herself was the culprit.
[Ikuyo Kita raised her hand, brimming with energy, declaring that she would be a bridesmaid. She also said that when you and Toru had children in the future, she wanted to be their music teacher.]
Fine. She could do that.
[Hitori Gotoh looked a bit dejected. She had wanted to earn more money, buy a mansion, and own a luxury yacht. But she quickly cheered up again, her YouTube channel had just surpassed three million subscribers. With ad revenue alone, she could coast through life without lifting a finger. As a shut-in, Hitori Gotoh was more than satisfied with that.]
…Nijika didn't know what to make of it.
Well, that was Bocchi-chan for you.
It had been four or five years, and she still hadn't cured her social anxiety.
[Thus, Kessoku Band announced its disbandment amidst a cheerful atmosphere. Over the years, you had released eight albums, each one a hit. In terms of achievements, you had already surpassed 99 percent of bands. In terms of fame, you were at your peak.]
[A few days later, news of Kessoku Band's disbandment shocked the Japanese music scene. Your influence had long since reached such a level.]
[A flood of fans uploaded videos online, begging you to stay together, hoping the band would continue.]
[Music critics declared that the Japanese rock scene had lost a dazzling new star.]
[To ease the fans' sorrow, you announced that Kessoku Band would hold one final graduation live a month later, at the Tokyo Dome. Toru, with some spare cash, rented it for three days, spending several tens of millions of yen. Two days for setup and rehearsal, one for the live show.]
The Tokyo Dome? Just like that?
And wait… tens of millions counted as "spare cash"? Nijika truly hadn't known Toru was this wealthy.
And it was all in cash, pulling out that kind of money at once was terrifying.
When you think about it, even graduates from elite universities only earn about three hundred million yen in a lifetime, before taxes. Ordinary workers make about two hundred million. That's the supposed "value" of a life.
Kind of depressing when you think about it.
[The concert tickets sold out quickly after the announcement. Tens of thousands of seats still couldn't contain the fans' fervor. They grew restless online, until Ryo Yamada calmed them down by announcing that several unreleased original songs would debut at the graduation live.]
[For the month leading up to the live, you rehearsed new tracks via livestreams. The days were fulfilling, but the looming end of Kessoku Band cast a shadow over your hearts.]
[During this time, one thing brought you immense joy, Toru secretly bought the engagement ring you had once looked at together. During a date, he knelt before you.]
["Please marry me, Nijika," Toru said, vowing to love only you for the rest of his life.]
[You covered your face, overwhelmed with both joy and a touch of doubt, could you really become a good wife?]
[Still, you didn't hesitate long. You quickly extended your left hand, letting Toru slip the engagement ring onto your finger. You embraced him, the loving scene stirring envy in all who saw it. Happiness Points +30,000pt.]
[Congratulations! You and Toru are now engaged.]
[Ultimate Mom Simulator is officially activated. You can now view your child's attributes and begin your exclusive parenting system.]
Child?
Nijika Ijichi's cheeks flushed at the word. Of course she knew, babies didn't come from the trash, weren't delivered by cranes, and didn't sprout from the soil.
To have a child, you had to… do that kind of thing.
Ugh, what should she do?
[Reminder: The process of having a child cannot be outsourced to the simulator.]
Eh? That troublesome?
[Please pay attention to your husband's feelings in the simulation. Don't become a selfish woman who only thinks of gain. Also, this simulator discourages changing husbands in each run, it's detrimental to the ultimate goal.]
Selfish woman? Like Ryo?
Nijika shook her head lightly, unwilling to think about it.
She hadn't even kissed Toru yet. Things weren't nearly that far along, she wasn't ready.
That kind of thing was out of the question.
Unless… she actually married Toru in real life.
Wait, that didn't sound so bad.
After all, in the real world, they hadn't even reached high school yet.
With that as the premise, Ryo and Bocchi hadn't fallen for Toru.
No rivals meant she was invincible!
Angel Nijika finished her thoughts, her confidence soaring.
[Time flowed by. Soon, the day of Kessoku Band's graduation live arrived.]
[The Tokyo Dome, a holy land for countless bands, was finally yours to step upon. Whether it was you, Ryo Yamada, or Hitori Gotoh, even Ikuyo Kita, hearts surged with passion for tonight's live.]
[Night slowly fell.]
[This night belonged to Kessoku Band alone. The fans' cheers shook the skies. Even the stars above turned to watch your brilliance.]
[During the concert, the ever-expressive Ikuyo Kita nearly broke into tears several times. Hitori Gotoh as well. Only Ryo Yamada kept her usual cool, expressionless face, but for fans, that aloofness was part of her charm.]
[You sat behind them, hammering out powerful drumbeats that ignited the entire live! The fans cheered for you, shouted your name. You were no longer the plain, ordinary girl from your high school culture festival. That year, at eighteen, standing backstage, you had vowed to yourself, you would become a star among the stars.]
[In this moment, you did it.]