　When I woke up to a beeping sound, I found a chat call from Suzuya (unemployed, 24 years old) on my desktop that I had left up.

　It was an invitation to co-op, or in other words, to play together.

'NEET is in good spirits this morning...'

　However, I don't have anything else to do either.

　I fire up the software and click on "Join".

I see, that makes me want to ask for a co-op.

　On the screen was a scene of a pile of post-apocalypse fashioned turn-of-the-century mooks rushing in.

　The recent FPS has a really strange difficulty setting.

　By dragging the mouse slightly, the aim is aligned with one's head, then click to fire.

　The bullet released from the muzzle of the gun flew through the air for a fraction of a second and landed slightly below Aim, causing the face of the end-of-the-century small fry to pop.

　Blood splattered as hard as it could. That's the R18 setting.

'Nice shot, that is.

'No, I aimed for the forehead, but it hit me right in the middle of my face. I think the trajectory dropped more than I thought it would.

　Quickly open the settings screen and adjust the mouse sensitivity and AIM settings.

　AIMs clearly show your condition and habits.

　If you're aiming for a high score, adjust the settings to match your condition on that day.

　That's what being an abolished gamer is all about.

　Click. Shoot. Their head pops.

　Click, and then... Shoot. Their head pops.

　Click and hold. Shoot. Their head pops.

　While I'm beating down the end-of-the-century miscellaneous fishes like a simple task, a voicemail comes from Suzuya, who is cooperating with me.

I'm getting a little bored with this game, that I am.

Well, yeah.

But I have a condition where I hear the sound of gunfire and feel safe.

'If you're sick, I can't help it, WW. I knew it would be nice. Okay.

Okay, that it is. It's a standard in the post-apocalypse, that it is.

　Whenever I'm boisterous with Suzuya, we usually talk about guns.

　By the way, the AK series are the Kalashnikov automatic rifles made in the former Soviet Union, which are known for their robustness.

　They are known for their sturdiness, and there are few malfunctions due to sand and mud.

'The M4 is nice too, isn't it, M4?'

Ah, an M4, that it is. I wouldn't be surprised if it was located in America, that it was.

　If the stage is set in the United States, it's natural that the M4 automatic rifle, which was officially adopted by the U.S. military, would also make an appearance.

　However, the M4 is a 5.56mm round and lacks a little stopping power.

By the way, I'm wondering if these guys are not going to become extinct.

Extinct? If you're annihilated, you've made me do it a bunch of times. Or else you wouldn't be clear.

No, it's not that. What I'm talking about is the extinction of each species, that I am. If you think about it, we shoot 50 or 100 people every single play.

Extinction.

　Suzunyan told me to look at the small fish on the screen.

　All of them have vicious-looking faces and muscles that look like they're about to tear, and they all hold smuggled guns made from iron pipes and scrap metal in their hands.

　Their life-giving appearance gives us a sense of ruggedness that is unlikely to die out.

　Well, we shoot them from the edge.

　As I take care of them one by one, I'm toying with Suzuya, who seems bored.

I don't want to get into the inconsistencies of that world setting. Well, there's a guy with a good move.

　Some of them do not simply come at you, but also keep their heads down to avoid entering your field of fire and get into your shields.

It's strange, isn't it? How can a Mohawk develop muscles like that in a post-apocalypse world where food is scarce?

Hmmm... photosynthesis?

　A head shot from a guy hiding behind a crumbling wall with his head out of the water feels good.

'Indeed. I thought there were a lot of people with a pale complexion, but is there a photosynthetic line?

Maybe he's eating grass.

The grass, the grass.

Maybe you're channeling the nutrients you're sending to your brain to your muscles.

Ah. I've heard it uses up a lot of calories in the head, that it does.

So they're not human beings anymore. They've solved the mystery.

　I shoot from the edge, relieved that I've solved the mystery.

'If the human race is to become extinct,'

Yeah?

I think I'd be better off doing karate, that I would.

Karate.

In the end, Fist of the North Star and the like became a world where the trained body and fists were what counted. In an age where order has collapsed, you have to train your body, that you do.

That means we're extinct, sitting in our chairs and clicking away.

It's true. It's the gaming chair that doesn't hurt your back even if you sit for a long time, that's bad. Coke Yum!

"Hey, hey, don't drink Coke on the playground... I'm gonna go eat a potato.

Potato World.

　Nevertheless, today's stage is still very difficult.

　It's about time we cleared this stage, but the numbers aren't decreasing at all.

"These guys want to become extinct, that they do.

'No, well, it's a role or something. Maybe it's a job for these guys.

"Work, then, enemies of the NEET, that is, you can shoot them dead at will.

Don't motivate me.

　After playing for a while again, Suzuya's aim was getting worse.

'Hey, what's the matter, are you tired?'

No....the voltage has gone down, that it has. The electricity in the room is blinking and flashing, that it is... The PC is controlled by UPS, that it will be all right for a while.

Seriously?

Our shelter is about to be ruined, that it is. I guess I won't have to witness the extinction of the human race. Good-bye...

　With those last words, the boilerplate from Suzuya abruptly cut off.

　I wondered if some of the guys had broken through while the fire power was down, and the metallic sound of the thick fire door of the facility 《Shelter》 was heard from afar, banging forcefully on the thick fire door of the facility with a bang.

''Maybe I should have learned karate...''

　I crawled away from the now distinctly useless remote interceptor system, the RWS, and pulled out a short gun from my desk drawer and with a clatter, pulled the bottom of the gun slide to check the load.

In a few hours, the human race will be extinct.