A full-sensitive immersive VR game that is finally easily touched on a private level quickly swept the market and is totally VR luxurious today.
As usual, heavy and light gamers are naturally diverse when it comes to who is in demand for these things. Real combat ethnic groups such as fighters and bragging about fights, sick and old people who can't easily enjoy sports, parents and children who want to combine recreational and family services, and so on. It's good to say I'm getting it to a wider range of users than I've ever had in the game.
It is MMOs that are popular with split VRs. The combination of VR and MMO is very addictive. Compared to other genres of VR, I can also tell from the fact that one head has been pulled out.
You have a wide mouth anyway. It's good to be aggressive, poke at people, and enjoy a slow life in the virtual world. I guess that's why I'm being subjected to such a wide range of users as I mentioned.
The pleasure of setting up a preferred avatar in the virtual world and building characters as you like and playing with other players is a bit elusive.
I am also one of those who indulge in such a VRMMO, Break Force Online.
Although BFO is a fantasy of orthodox swords and magical worlds, it attracts a wide variety of professions and the equipment, martial arts and magic that accompanies it.
My avatar, Theodore, is Battlemage, a pure battle-specific magic job.
Even today and back home from a little outing, I wore headgear in a whim and turned on my power. That's where I first notice a security alert. There are people in the private area, there are warnings. Huh? People?
VR headgear has these features. While you're logged in, you're monitoring surrounding anomalies and letting us know even during the game. It also senses and tells us if a person enters a set private area as a function of preventing theft and pranks, such as, for example, a drop in body temperature or hunger.
But the front door is locked. And I live alone. I don't have a girlfriend or anything like that, and I don't have any grumpy friends who come up on their own. I mean, there can't be an alert or anything that informs people of their proximity. Normally.
"-"
When I turned the external monitor on and looked around with the headgear on, the man who came out of the closet and his gaze matched.
I think this is an unfortunate event for each other. If it was only after I logged in that the alert responded... there was no freedom in my body and I would have just had to drop off where the thief was running away.
However, with the headgear just turned on, the body can still move and speak. It was all headgear, but they noticed that they saw it.
Sure - according to a college friend, there are many empty nests in the neighborhood, right?
A knife is held in a man's hand. I decided they saw my face, so I was lying down to log in, poking at me.
"Are you kidding me -!?"
What, I can't believe you logged in on your own. Are you running into a short circuit where you make a mistake and show yourself and suddenly turn off your witnesses, etc.? As far as I'm concerned, I strongly believe that if you don't like being seen so much, you should wear an eye-catching hat.
Reflectively sheltered his neck, but it was a different place he was stabbed. A hot shock runs on the flank. The man is on headgear, pressed the switch for login. Soon the senses fade from my body.
This won't even protect you until the system finishes processing. While stunned by the structural flaws, he missed the end of the headgear processing in despair. What the hell is this?
- The first thing I felt was the feeling that I could hold my body back.
My whole body became paralyzed and I can't move one finger. There was no feeling up or down, and the scenery changed dizzily to see what was going on around me, and I didn't really understand what it was.
Anyway, I'm in the water. If you can't breathe or swim well and your eyes are black and white, the scenery that was moving at an inadvertent high speed stops. He grabs his arm and his body floats. On my back, I felt stiff.
I'm being pulled out of the water and put to sleep somewhere. I figured that out, but I don't see how that's happening.
"Dear Theodore! Hold on! Dear Theodore!
When I opened my eyes thinly, a beautiful blonde girl...... I could see Grace's reassuring face. Wake up your torso and look around. It looks like the whole city is in Count Gartner's territory. There's an aqueduct nearby, and they pulled me out of there.
I guess she helped me out of the waterway, judging by Grace's wet hair and clothes. Because there are strange adults around, they may have helped too.
What the hell happened to me? Are you logged in to BFO? What is this event?
No, wait. I'm logged in. What event? Am I not Theodore?
... There was confusion. While I was drowning, I think I was looking at the memory of someone in some distant world that this place I'm in is in the game.
Do you recall the memory of a Japanese named Jingku Mishima? But then it would contradict my memory as a Theodore for a decade.
'Cause you will. We have to accept that this place is in the game. But both the realization that I must be Theodore and the realization that I must be Jingjiu Mishima exist at the same time as a real feeling.
... I don't get it. It's a mere reincarnation, and I remember my last life, and if it's anything like that, it's a quick story.
The stomach that should have been stabbed, it's nothing.
I can't even open the inventory because I can't log out or make GM calls, so I can't help it if there are anomalies.
"Daiji, bu"
The look on Grace's face became cloudy again when I was thinking about it. I almost smiled to reassure her like that. Grace is a servant of the Earl Gartner family. He's the guy with my room, and he's one of the few people on my side in that house.
"Hey, Theodore. You all right, sweetheart?
It was my half-brother, Byron, who spoke with a grin. Next door is Darryl, Byron's brother and goldfish Hun.
Oh. I remember. Someone threw you into the waterway. Ma, it would be these guys.
I went shopping today, so they told me to help carry my bags and they attached me. You brought Grace, a servant with me, in front of her with a room, you wanted me to be ashamed of you.
Byron and Darryl's stupid brothers just said they snore at me on something, the Gartner family's nasty eldest son, the second son.
And I am the son of Count Gartner's mistress.
He was taken over by the Earl Gartner family because his mother died of illness, but he is not thoroughly contrary to his half-brother.
I'm talking about how to get along with people who treat me like a dog or a cat from the beginning.
In BFO… you can set and adjust the character's origins quite finely when making a character. As a result, characters can be personalized to adjust their initial talent values.
This means nothing more gamely than adjustment, and I'm free to roleplay with it or not during the game... but for me now roleplay, nothing, is undisputed reality.
If Jingku Fujima's thought of character makeup setting is becoming a reality for me right now, I just want to say don't think about these guys... well, it's my thing (...). It may be that this is happening because my reality is reflected in me on the other side.
Since I had such a childhood, Theodore (I) was more inclined to seek strength, and became an initial talent level for magicians. … As a direction for adjustment, Jing Jiu (I) thought that way.
Well, what am I supposed to do now? I think as I gather, consolidate, and roll magic in my hands.
"I need to be able to swim. You're in trouble at Count Gartner's, so don't be embarrassed."
It was Daryl who said. Thoroughshod, you don't recognize me as a family. Superior. I don't even think you guys are family.
Until just now I would have drowned my head and grown up, but now I don't care anymore. I don't even feel the need to endure fine dust.
"... you know, you're going to float in the water even if you don't remember swimming. Just fat."
"Ah?"
Daryl blushes and distorts his face. You didn't think I'd argue, and Byron frowned.
"... dude. Theodore, you know where you stand?
"No, I'm already in trouble. One look at your assholes and you're in the mood."
Anyway, they're snoring like every day. He beats me up all the time for no reason.
In Count Gartner's house, my hierarchy is on the bottom floor. As a mistress child and the youngest body, I've had quite a narrow shoulder feeling, but I won't have to put up with it anymore.
If you think about it calmly, it's nothing. My father doesn't hate me, and even a little rambling will make you forgive me. Otherwise my father would call me home.
"Son of a..."
Point the finger at Byron's foot trying to come forward - activate the wind's primary magic air barret to control the tip.
"Huh!"
Wind bullets are shot in, and the ground blows up. Byron's eyes were opened and his movements stopped.
"... you, when will magic be..."
I guess "just now" if they say when. Absolutely, BFOs vary. The magical knowledge that Jingku Mishima has acquired is still Theodore's.
The amount of magic is still just small, but I can use it unchanging without as much problems as activating primary magic. If he is proud to be an apprentice knight like Byron, he is confident that he will be able to mix his nose and songs. Even the experience of interpersonal battles (PvP) is different.
"If you're going to keep me company, I think we can get along."
When I told him that, Byron distorted his expression hatefully. These people better make the power relationship clear.
"Theodore! You're so busy now that you can use a little magic!
Byron seems to understand things somewhat, but Daryl seems to have been a little early to understand the power relationship.
Picking up the stones together, he threw them at us. Grace, who was next door, tried to get me out of the stone, but, well, don't worry.
On the contrary, grab her arm and pull it back, throwing it up against Darryl.
"Get lost."
It is the same air valet that activated it, but this time the adjustment is made so as not to focus it. Would it feel more like a storm wall imaginatively than a wind bullet? He sprays Daryl's thrown stones, blows him away and drops him into the waterway. I don't even make that much.
The scream and the sound of water sounded.
"Daryl!"
Hmm. Sort of what I imagined, I guess.
Thumbs Darryl, who is about to fall into the waterway, and hooks Byron to the side and says:
"Now you help him, Byron. You're a pretty little brother."
"... remember that, right?
"Just go. Grace doesn't have to give a hand. Byron, if you're here to order someone to put the Count's glory on Kasawa, I'm gonna throw you down the waterway, okay?
A bitten Byron flipped himself and the sound of jumping into the waterway echoed down the street.
Is it like this in return for interest? In order for me to live comfortably from now on, I'm going to have to ask my stupid brothers to reconsider what they've been doing and thinking.
But I'm sorry we're going to live together. What am I going to do now? Honestly, I think it's a waste of time being rotten in this part of the country.