I Created Urban Legends in Parallel World-Chapter 23: Your Turn

I Created Urban Legends in Parallel World

[Original – YakuMan]

[TL – MiT7]

[PR – Spades]

Chapter 23: Your Turn

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Before midnight, Kamihara Shinji was already at his desk, launching the Periscope live-streaming platform.

He figured plenty of others were doing the same.

Hell Girl's hype was off the charts, and with hardly any recorded footage online, the anticipation was electric.

Most who pulled the string kept quiet. Even if Hell Girl sent their grudge to hell, they still saw it as their own hands doing the killing.

That's why, over the past few days, only a handful claimed she was real online—and even then, they didn't spill details.

Most stayed silent, watching from the sidelines.

Except for that video—likely from Hase Reiya—showing the method. But with 2ch blocked, it vanished.

So when this uploader's clip dropped that afternoon, it exploded on Nico, got reposted everywhere, and dominated Line chats.

Naturally, opinions split.

Skeptics called it fake—straw doll photoshopped, pure clout-chasing.

That backlash fueled the uploader's rage.

The MPD's Fuchigawa Kazuma had underestimated Hell Girl's pull, thinking a Mishima scandal would bury it.

Sure, gossip hounds forget fast—but not when they're hooked.

Without a resolution, they'd obsess. Only after would they move on, nitpicking the next big thing.

The heat might fade eventually, but not now.

Mishima's scandal? Drowned out by Hell Girl's life-or-death stakes. The MPD was still hushing it, but secrets don't stay buried.

Kamihara doubted this stream would go smoothly. The MPD had precincts watching delinquent kids for leads.

Yet that Nico video, daily top trending, still wasn't blocked.

What did that mean?

2ch got axed entirely, but this little clip lingered.

So he reckoned the stream might cut off mid-broadcast.

No matter. Others might miss out, but not him.

If the uploader's friend met Hell Girl, their story would log in the notebook until their grudge was settled.

He'd get the full scoop, just text, not live.

Meanwhile, in a four-person Line group, Uesaki Kaito was pestering everyone.

"So... when are we playing Your Turn?"

"What's the rush? You weren't keen before, now you're antsy?"

"He just wants us to play matchmaker."

"My bad, my bad. How about I bring my Nanami limited-edition figure to the club tomorrow?"

Kaito was going all-in for Chie.

Not that he cared much for 2D girls. He'd only gotten into figures as a kid because Chie liked them.

If Kamihara knew, he'd sigh, Just confess to her already, why make it so complicated?

Hideki and Kota lit up, though. They were obsessed with 2D beauties... but they didn't forget Kamihara.

"What about Shinji? We're your wingmen too."

"Shinji-senpai's writing a light novel, right? My uncle's an editor, I can get him to check it out."

Within ten seconds, Kamihara got an invite from Kozasa Hideki.

Lightning fast.

In the new five-person group, before anyone typed, Shinkawa Chie chimed in, "I thought you guys bailed on it?"

Her other group had gone dead.

People joined those to vent, once they'd spilled their guts, it fizzled out.

Chie played for fun, curious about adult woes. It was prep for life after high school.

She wasn't a middle schooler anymore, high school meant planning ahead.

"It's a cool game. Beats boredom."

"Yeah, totally."

"Any rules?"

"Not really. Hideki-senpai, pass me the admin. I'll set it up."

Chie took over, renaming the group [Your Turn].

She tagged herself as Number 1.

Kaito became 2, Kota 3, Hideki 4, Kamihara 5.

"Few rules. Text or voice—y'all get it, right?" Chie typed, seeing no replies, and continued, "Number 1 starts with their story. At the end, type or say, 'Number 2, your turn,' and so on."

Simple stuff—everyone got it instantly.

It was a hot social game. Most *Your Turn* groups were strangers.

Friends rarely played—why bother when you could just talk IRL?

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But Chie thought it'd be neat for the Ghost Club. Sharing stories could bond them fast.

She and Kaito were newbies here, still strangers to the rest.

Her honorifics showed it.

"Gotcha."

Everyone confirmed, but tonight was off—Hell Girl's stream loomed.

With 2ch down, suspicions ran high, but seeing is believing.

Chie wouldn't push. Her own curiosity about Hell Girl was flaring up again.

Soon, midnight struck.