Is It Bad That the Main Character’s a Roleplayer?

Episode 254: What if (2)

[Kisaniiyim, look at this. The warchief gave it to Ji.]

[Are you eating while eating? Even though your lifespan is still short, if you starve yourself like that, you will really get hooked.]

This is a story about how he closed his eyes and slept until night to escape reality.

[Isn’t it absolutely pretty? Hee hee.]

[Why did the kid who got the food end up in half?]

I did acupressure on my temples for a while to relieve the headache I had from napping for too long. In the meantime, I heard Yuk-gwi’s words sound like real grandmothers and grandfathers, so it was funny. It’s only been two days since we’ve seen each other, but what kind of half is this half?

“…Didn’t I definitely suggest reducing contact?”

Separately, why did they come? It was four days ago that San-gun, who is said to normally stay in the nest, said that going out alone would only arouse suspicion, and based on that rough logic, he asked us not to meet as much as possible…

[Oh, it’s okay. Everyone is thinking that the sun has changed once they cross the continent.]

…Have you ever imagined that?

Well, it doesn’t seem unnatural for a child who has lived in the forest all his life to get some fresh air outside and become a fan of walking. For that reason, I think it is natural that the priests of the swamp would misunderstand.

However, thanks to this, I no longer have any reason to refuse Sangun’s visit. I subtly furrowed my eyebrows.

[Did you eat dinner?] I

skipped lunch, so there’s no way I ate it… Anyone who reports the truth or anything like that is an idiot.

“I was already going to eat it.”

I told lies without even applying saliva. What was in the food I received today? My hand is already in my inventory, rummaging through it.

[You eat that during the day when you can’t make a fire, right?]

However, that act was stopped by a word from the Six Ghosts.

My back felt cold.

[It’s okay because it’s full of clouds today.]

By the way, to find the origin of that saying, you have to go back to the day two days ago.

At that time, I was filling my stomach with preserved food, and when Yuk-gwi saw it, he asked, ‘Why don’t you cook it and eat it?’

However, who can answer right then and there, ‘Because I can’t make a fire or cook?’ Regardless of the concept, the body’s pride cannot tolerate that.

So, after racking my brain, I convinced him that ‘if you light a fire during the day, you could be discovered due to the smoke,’ which wasn’t even a wrong argument…

[You said you eat fish. He caught a fish.]

[Hehehehe.]

This was the result. I fell into a desperate situation.

“…starting a fire in a confined space.”

[What are you talking about? Of course I have to go out and smoke.]

“….”

No, that. There are adventurers in the world who can’t make fire.

There are even adventurers who can’t cook over a campfire.

[Why are you acting like you can’t cook?]

…Damn it!

“….”

[…?]

“….”

[…for a moment. Is it true?]

No, but really listen. This isn’t necessarily my problem? Even though I often burn food even in modern times, I am still a person who has the mental capacity to weaken the fire if it feels like it is burning!

But here. There is no fire control here. If it starts to burn, you have to turn down the heat, which is impossible.

In such a situation, isn’t it really inevitable that I cook food with pitch-black charcoal? It’s not my problem, it’s a mistake anyone can make!

[Hmm. Driver, couldn’t you cook?]

[Wow… this is unexpected.]

However, my fierce defense only echoed in my heart and did not reach them. I’m going to die of embarrassment.

[How can you be so confident that you will live alone?]

“….”

[Isn’t this guy going to starve to death like this?]

[I can’t do that. Would you like me to attach someone to you?]

“…I don’t think so.”

No, I’m not that bad of a person… Roasting it is a problem, but boiling it or boiling it would be fine. It would really be possible if I had a bowl. under.

As I continued talking to myself, I realized that the more I continued like this, the uglier I would become. It was a sad thing.

Although I always failed to subtly control the seasoning, couldn’t subtly control the water, and subtly undercooked or overboiled food, I was the type of person who made food that was still edible.

How could I be treated like a cook or a magician? If you live alone, you are treated like a child who will starve to death.

[First of all, since I am in need, I will at least give you some fruit.]

I grieved over my lost pride and gratefully accepted the growing fruit tree. I was already worried about what I would have to eat when all the preserved food ran out….

[Did you gain anything more from your time there?]

“…Not really.”

Meanwhile, the topic that Yukgui switched to was also problematic.

I’m still here trying to find a solution, but I can’t seem to find a solution.

“I tried converting magical energy into magical energy just in case…”

If I used magical energy too much, the magical energy would be converted into magical energy even when I didn’t want it to. However, there was an unbridgeable gap between what I consciously wrote and what happened automatically.

“I couldn’t figure out the method itself, let alone the side effects.”

Of course, in the process, I gained skills such as concentrating magical power on one point and expressing it externally, but that’s it. The transition really doesn’t make any sense.

It was a side effect and stopped me from trying to sleep.

[Hey… So… maybe the only answer is sealing? I’m not saying this to discourage the knight…]

“Well…”

But I don’t know, but there must be a way to hide the devil’s energy. At least I think so.

“Just try a little more.”

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to boast of the comfort of not being traced in my movements, which I found out about through the report.

* * *

[Where did that confidence come from?]

While Sangun went to create a colony of edible mushrooms, fruits, vegetables, and grains nearby to take care of my meals.

Yuk-gwi, who was left alone with me, asked a question. I didn’t know what the question meant. Even I, who was accustomed to omitted dialogue, first thought of something unexpected.

[You think there must be a method other than sealing.]

Fortunately, it seems that Yuk-gwi also realized that fact. He added hastily. Only then did I understand the word confidence.

“This is a record of the actions of this body that existed before I came here… that is, not mine.”

There is no need to say anything. I pulled out a pile of documents that I had kept in a corner of my inventory.

[Original owner of the body?]

“Yes.”

Then he pushed it in front of Yuk-gwi’s eyes so that he could read it.

Can six ghosts read human texts? The question arose in the very next moment.

[This is a record? her. Technology has improved a lot… We can even use technology on something thin and fluttery like this instead of slabs or clay.]

“…It’s called paper. “It is expensive, so it is not widely used yet.”

[I see… Um, but it’s a knight. There’s a little problem.]

“What?”

[I don’t know the human alphabet.]

As expected, Yukgui shook his head and confessed that he was illiterate. I hid my embarrassment and brought it back in front of me.

“It records the movements of the body’s original owner, but there isn’t much that stands out. “Most of the records show that he was absorbed in devil hunting and did not interact with those around him.”

Even that is only a record of 5 years. I gently scratched the letters on the paper with my fingertips, imagining the previous records that had evaporated. Even then, the paper seemed to be falling apart—the quality of the paper was very poor. There’s nothing I can do about it—but it’s an aside that I had to quit right away.

“But… he entered and left the city without any problems.”

[hmm. So that was it? You are hoping and searching for another way.]

“Yes.”

[This is something to think about quite a bit. How did you hide that person?]

Fortunately, Yuk-gwi was equally concerned about the part where I found room. When he thinks about it, it seems like this is unnatural and possible.

[First, tell me more about your whereabouts. I’m sure what you said isn’t true. There are so many things recorded.]

“Um….”

It’s a deed. It would take too long to recite them all, so I will definitely have to pick a few. Which of these should I say?

As I was reading these, I thought, ‘Why did he do this?’ Can I just talk about the things I want to say? Or the questions and speculations written at the end of the material?

“Once recorded, only five years of events were recorded. And over the past five years, the exterior…”

[Appearance?]

I stopped what I was trying to explain and quickly racked my brain.

His appearance has changed and he confesses that it is suspicious. → People ask why that is suspicious. → It says that the changed appearance is the same as the settings I made. → Godbanin’s questions continue as he doesn’t know what a game is and even less what a concept is. → We will all perish together!

Cold sweat ran down my spine.

“…He went from wearing a completely covered outfit to revealing his face and appearance little by little by changing his equipment one by one. “Like attracting a bird with a piece of bread.”

[That’s a strange thing… Why on earth did you do that?]

If you show embarrassment here, it’s over. I desperately feigned a serious expression and patted my social face, which I had barely managed to survive.

Really, if I died, I would die, I didn’t want to live in shame…

[And?]

“I mainly hunted demons and criminals, but they say I took their bodies with me.”

[What?]

“The person who gathered the information speculated that he might have a love of corpses…”

[You idiot, that’s a sacrifice no matter who sees it!]

“There was that speculation too.”

Although this opinion has faded since I started walking around with the warrior. I swallowed back my words.

[They say they’ve been removing bodies for five years?]

“It almost seems like that.”

[Then, it is a sacrifice that cannot be taken away.]

There are things that the Information Guild could not figure out, but it is still something that can be guessed. I acknowledged it in that sense and Yukgui lamented.

[okay. I was still curious. No matter how great the devil is, it is never easy to take a soul from another dimension… But I never thought there would be such an ambush.] “

…Are you saying that they sacrificed the things they killed to bring me back?”

[Otherwise, there is no way to bring you back. Just because he’s the Great Devil doesn’t mean he’s all-powerful, right?]

Suddenly, the folder I was holding seemed to have become heavy with the smell of blood.

“…how much sacrifice must have been made.”

[I don’t know. I would have had to have made a sacrifice before to be able to estimate it or not… But wouldn’t I have offered at least a few thousand? Breaking down the dimensional wall is such a difficult task.]

At least a few thousand… In fact, if you add up just what is written on the record, it will be more than a thousand. This was repeated for 5 years, 20 times a month. Just by simple calculation, the number comes to 1,200.

Moreover, he doesn’t even get to just 20 in a month. When I wrote it down, it was probably twenty or even a few hundred. It may be more than that if we take into account the actions not listed on this paper.

So, if we boldly increase the number by 2,000, the number will probably be 3,400.

Here, he not only captured humans, but also demons…

I inadvertently put pressure on the hand holding the document. A thick wad of paper crumpled and made a sound like it was about to tear.

“…Would you have sacrificed the demon you caught?”

[I don’t know. But after all, demons are living beings too… so if they wanted to use them as sacrifices, wouldn’t they be able to use them? Right now, it’s not you, it’s just that thing inside you. Did they sacrifice their own people in that city?]

“…?”

When I looked at him as if to tell him more, Yukgui shrugged his shell and explained.

It was a truth that I had no way of knowing because other people didn’t tell me, because it was hidden by the intact castle walls, and because I didn’t go to see the inside of the city when I ran away.