Desire

Persian looks around, muttering in a low voice. Then he sighed low and twisted his fingers on the side of his head.

“.. I can't deny that it's true in front of my eyes. There's only one thing I want to ask you. It's called manipulation of the mind. What the hell is that? ”

“Literally. But you were originally a vampire. It's obvious, but it wasn't a vampire born in that world. ”

Acacia answers with a smile, and the smile disappears on Persian's face. Persian stares at Acacia while grinding his teeth. A sharp, red magical force raises Persian's head.

“.. that everything I remember is a lie. ”

“Not all of them, but some of them have been revised. I'm not the one who did it, so I don't know the details. Is that offensive?”

“Of course!”

Persian exclaims with an annoying expression. The memory that he believed was true was wrong. It is natural to feel offended by it. The denial of memory, it is no different than the denial of oneself so far. But even with Persian fury, Acacia was still at large.

“Like I said, I can't do anything about it if you're going to pour out your anger on me. because I wasn't involved. And I would have told you. ”

Acacia's eyes narrow. Whoa! The window wasn't even open, but there was a strong wind. The red magic that Persian was emitting sank quickly. Persian looks embarrassed and looks down at himself.

“Don't go crazy in this world. ”

Acacia twisted her lips and laughed. At that point, Persian stared at Acacia while grinding his teeth, and the black smell of Persian snow stopped him. Azin, who was covering his head as each other's eyes collided, sighed heavily.

“So, what is it? ”

Suddenly, he said. To be honest, he was annoyed and in a bad mood. I hated the crowds of guests who didn't invite me into my home, and this mess was annoying. He glances at Acacia, ignoring the gaze on him.

“What price can you give me? ”

When I first met Acacia, Azin said as he had commanded Acacia. He said half, and he was not afraid to deal with her. But that attitude changed. The user accepts that the target is a transcendent, not a helper NPC. But Acacia's attitude remained. She smiles at Azin and opens her mouth.

“Didn't I tell you that's all? ”

Her voice was loud and kind. It's just like at the beginning of the tutorial. Strong, existentially high. Acacia didn't color it. But Azin felt more uncomfortable.

“What specifically? ”

“Everything you want. ”

Acacia shrugs and replies. In response, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Acacia.

“Wealth and honor. ”

“I'll give you that.”

“Eternal life. ”

“I can't recommend that much. But if you want...”

Acacia shuddered and glanced at the smell of raw snow. I sharpened my teeth in Raw Snow's gaze. She knew best that immortality was a curse.

“Of course it's guaranteed when I win, when I become a god. ”

Acacia said as if to confirm. He nodded. It doesn't matter - if the goal is clear and the price is guaranteed, pain can do anything. Even if it is immoral and cruel, it doesn't matter.

“What is the overall approach? ”

I win the game. I've heard of it, but her story is vague. We didn't know in detail what it was like to win.

“It's too early to talk about it. First of all, wait. ”

Acacia takes a step back.

“Almost confirmed, but you're not my proxy right now. The remaining beta service period is 17 days. In the meantime, please enjoy the game. 17 days later, if you are confirmed to be my proxy. If you don't want to hear it, we'll tell you about the overall rules. ”

Acacia raises the edge of the skirt slightly, saying so.

“Of course, if you can't be my proxy, I'll have to turn back my sadness and correct your memory." We have no choice but to completely forget what we're doing, and we have to touch the raw snow and Persian memories. ”

“Wait.”

Seeing Acacia retreating, Ajin hurriedly said.

“When the beta service is over, there should be a reset. ”

“The delegate's power is not reset. ”

It's not a question you won't be able to answer. Acacia said with a big smile, and Ajin was a little relieved. But the question isn't over yet.

“What about Persian memories? ”

Azin glances at Persic. The Persian who was aiming at Acacia while grinding his teeth seemed to explode immediately. However, despite her overwhelming and dark life, Acacia only laughed as if it wasn't overwhelming.

“NPC's.. residents of that world's memory will not be reset. There's no reason for that. ”

In Acacia's reply, Ajin sighs out loud. Done. If NPC's memory remains intact, we can continue our relationship with Persian after the beta service ends. As Azin no longer asks questions, Acacia bows her head with a wide smile.

“Well, I'll be going now. ”

There was no one to say hello to. Acacia lowers her eyes and puckers her lips as if her gaze were cloudy.

“You must be hated. ”

The mumbling acacia gives Ajin a brief glance.

“I hope to see you again next time. It was... fun together, like last time. ”

Acacia smiled seductively. And her body disappears as the sand crumbles. Azin takes a big breath seeing the missing acacia.

“Fucking bitch."

Persian mutters in a low voice. She grits her teeth and turns around. Percik, who came to Azin with deep red eyes, looks down at him and says,

“I asked you to kill the Quercean. You don't have to. ”

“.. why? ”

“It's meaningless. ”

Persian spits in an annoying voice. She grips her hair in a nervous manner and sharpens her teeth.

“If the tradition I believed in was false, I will deny it. If those vampires in the forest who believe lies are true refuse me, I will kill them all. So you don't have to do it. ”

Persian eyes were filled with fury and madness. It was a big shock that his memory was wronged. It shouldn't be bad if you don't have to do the annoying work, but if you do...

“What's the price? ”

Ajin asked for it first. He shared the Persian castle by accepting a request to kill the Quercerian. Isn't that why Persians and Raw Snow are here right now? Persian stopped to answer the question, and he glanced at the smell of raw snow.

“.. it doesn't matter. ”

After a brief look at the black snow scent, Persian said with a slightly lost voice. She sighs loudly and lets go of her grappling head. Red hair flutters and spills.

“I will share my last name as it is in your shadow. I can open the door for you to enter the castle at any time you like. ”

“.. why? ”

He was paid to kill Cacerean. Even if I don't do it, I still want to give this castle. In Azin's question, Persian sighs again.

“... because Racunda wants to. And I'm also a little bit interested in the world. To be exact...”

Persian lowers his gaze slightly to look at the pain.

“To a human being named you. ”

Leaving that behind, Persian plunges into the shadow of Azin. Azin closes his eyes, taking a moment to breathe in the quiet of the familiar room. Taking all of Acacia's words into account, he thought about his position. A surrogate, a long-term end to a battle on behalf of the transcendent. Winning a game turns the transcendent into a god, and in return, you get everything you want.

It's simple, it's not complicated. Win and get what you want. It is important that you leave the "transcendent God is a game."

“... Master. ”

Azin whispers in a quiet voice. While sitting on the bed, the smell of raw snow, as Azin calls out to himself, he turns his head and looks at him.

“You chose me because you knew from the beginning. ”

“Choice is a little funny. You came to me, and I was just faithful to my role. ”

At the question of Azin, the smell of Raw Snow rose up with a bloody smile.

“They call the Mainlander by an insulting name called Hiddenfish. Her role is to convey her strength to the players who come to her by choosing the one she likes. And for the first time, you've come to see Maine. I learned the rituals of the martyrdom I was meant to have. The reason I chose you is because that's all. ”

The scent of Raw Snow approached Azin, speaking in a quiet voice. He chewed on his lips while looking at the face of Raw Snow looking at him.

“But I think she made the right choice. You're brilliant, you're clever, you're evil, you're calculating, you're selfish. ”

“.. is that a compliment? ”

“A compliment.”

Raw Snow's scent widened.

“Your actions were pleasant in many ways. You have greatly increased your internal airspace by killing Shaq, and have grown while killing Valkun. And now, you've reached the end of the precipice. You're the only one who's seen that kind of streak. If I've ever seen something like this, I think I made the right choice. ”

“Well, in that case, ”

Azin shrugs and mutters. It doesn't feel bad to be recognized.

“There's nothing to think about. If it's hard to understand, just think of it as a game. Actually, it's a game. ”

The scent of Raw Snow murmurs. Even if she didn't say that, he was going to do it. What's bothered him so far is that he is now a beta service and resets at the end of the month. Of course, even if a reset existed, I did not intend to be adequate to accumulate the experience, but if I became a representative, the reset would not come. Then we'll have to do everything we can.

‘It doesn't matter.'

NPC is a living human being? What does it matter? The reasoning for that was over a while ago. Without sanctions, it is only your own conscience to impose restrictions on your actions. Convincing oneself, it's easy to silence one's conscience.

“I'm going over the cliffs of the Endorsement to the Blue Volcano. ”

Azin looked up at the smell of raw snow looking down at him and said,

“There's no need to rush into killing the Queserians. I was wondering if I could finish it all in a month... Good. ”

Persian said he would take care of the Quercean problem himself. If so, focus the action on the blue volcano. Quickly break through the remaining cliff and head for the blue volcano. If you become a proxy and win the game, everything you want is guaranteed in return. However, I do not intend to cling to the uncertainty. So we stick to the real world. Sell information, earn money.

And getting stronger.