Desire

The place where the black snow scent preceded took him was behind a nearby tree. There was a large pouch halfway there, and the smell of Raw Snow was unleashed in front of Azin.

“Hmm, it's not broken. ”

What was in the pouch was equipment commissioned by the forge. Shields and armor, spears and robes... and three shortcodes Azin wanted. Looking at the equipment, Raw Snow's scent spits out a fatty standing beside her.

“What are you doing? Pack it up. ”

In response, he moved his body with a shivering face. He has not yet completely resolved his complaint about Raw Snow's behavior. It was because I felt frustrated considering the sudden situation she was in and the problems she had to solve in the future.

It's not that I don't understand.

Azin moves. He picks his quest from a mess of equipment. He commissioned Riggs, the blacksmith, to use Balkun's hide for Ladermar and a short sword made of teeth and claws. I've never used a weapon in this world, but there's nothing bad about it. This is especially true now that internal airspace is limited. Ajin tried on his armor first.

The measurements were accurate, so the armor was just right for you. Not so small, not so big, and not uncomfortable moving the body. Valkun's hide was tough and supple and light. Azin nods, looking at the gray leather wrapped around his body.

‘Good job ordering equipment. ’

You cannot use self-defense mechanisms as long as the internal air is low. The internal air inside the body will give the body considerable durability, but direct defenses are limited. It was fortunate to have the armor to raise its defense strength in such a situation. Although there is no such thing as offensive, because it is defensive in this game, we are not able to determine how much increase there is.

‘This world wasn't a game in the first place. ’

You used to complain about being unfriendly, but now you can understand. This world is not a game, it's another reality. Having game elements is just the avatar and skill, and everything else is real. In other words, the unrealistic factor is that monsters that have been defeated will disappear naturally after about 10 minutes and are over-exploded by monsters that cannot be understood as reality, but otherwise they are no different from reality. Even if you look at the equipment right now.

‘It's a mix of reality and reality. Well, if it's too real, it doesn't have to be gamey. ’

The first developer is Gladiolus. Gladiolus has released three games so far, except First. Moorish winds, the age of magic, the evolution of humanity. Each of its focussed features are shameless, magic, and superpowers. And that ability still leads to First. I used to think it was the same developer, but... his eyes narrowed.

The Black Snow scent called God Gladiolus.

New Gladiolus and Gamemaker Gladiolus. I couldn't help but associate it. Why has he been playing three single games so far? Why choose the ability to represent the game to come into this world and what to do with it?

‘To familiarize myself. ’

Azin was somewhat convincing. The three games led Gladiolus to the top as a oyster company in the industry called Virtual Reality Games. Users with virtual reality capsules almost entirely fell in love with the game and were looking forward to opening the first soon. And if the First opens,

Users will choose and grow skills they are familiar with. It was the same with Ajin. He chose shameless because it was most familiar to him. And that's true for other players as well. As you choose the skills that are familiar to you, as you grow through him... in the end,

The surrogate's enemy becomes the player. The delegate represents each transcendent. If the proxy wins, the transcendent is reborn as a god. But what if the delegate is left behind by the player? Five delegates, more than tens of millions of players they compete against. Some of them are stronger than their surrogates. Perhaps there is someone with more potential than Devello or Azin.

“Are you done? ”

The thought that followed was cut off by the question of raw snow. Ajin nods his head, tapping the short sword on his waist. It's too forward thinking. There's no need to get into it or worry about it right now. My nose is stone, so I have to take measures right now.

‘I can't use the bolt, I can't use the bolt. ’

The scent of Raw Snow tied up a bag and lifted it up. A sack full of shields and spears, robes and armor is large and heavy, but she holds it steadily over her shoulders.

“Come on, let's go. ”

The scent of Raw Snow reached out while looking at the pain. Azin hesitates and reaches out and grabs her hand. Queek. The black snow scent that holds Azin's hand moves ahead, waving its arms.

‘The only hand you can use is this body. To get used to it... "

I tried to get used to it, but I saved what I lacked. He's faster than Devello, but he can't outrun Devello. You can't completely avoid Devello's attack, and you can't properly pin the attack on her. Why? Asking questions, he chewed his lips well.

because I was embarrassed.

In other words, he was too confident in this body. From the moment he had mastered the Celestial Shrine, he did not feel the crisis. No, to be precise, I haven't been able to save the crisis since I finished the tutorial and was first thrown into this world. Even when I met Asella, he was twice as different from himself as I was when I was able to conquer her, when I was resurrected in the village after death. It was the same when I fought the wolf.

Because of his care and stubbornness in acacia, he stayed in the tutorial for a long time, and the mixing of his body with acacia was quite internal. The air made the body strong, and he felt no threat to the wolf. When you met Valkun? It was quite a crisis at that time. But Valkun was the boss monster, and the defeat of the individual, Ajin, was natural.

And the cliff. There have been a few crises, but it was a real crisis of nausea. No, it wasn't a crisis of Azin. The crisis he faced on these cliffs was not his own crisis, but the ‘party’ crisis. They had a crisis of extinction because their roles were squeaky and inconsistent. And what solved it was the azine.

He had never faced a crisis in this game. An enormous internal aircraft and a powerful masonry. Clumsy monsters were able to clear out the Harpy Cliff at once if they used the Forge, and it was thanks to the Forge. The work he did to familiarize himself with the senses of salsa eventually merged the thousand horoscopes, and he was unable to make any kind of abstract movement.

‘It wasn't so bad. ’

I had to admit. He was too dependent on the shaman with a corner of his mind. If he was using a jackhammer, if he was using a jackhammer... that kind of mind made him wish for the light of his greatest gain. The sharp senses and movements gained by the vermin were not taken into consideration, but were focused on powerful aerosols. In the short term, that's not a bad play, but in the long term, it's poison. There are no players who have reached a land-based artillery such as the Celestial Shrine because their level is low at the moment. But will it be in the distant future? Later, even Azin's crown jewelry or large internal air may not be an overwhelming advantage.

Just the sight of Devello. Devello has an endless blade. That sword, which was more than just a thousand, significantly reduced the gap between Azin and Devello. Against Devello, Azin lost his special ability. It is impossible to press the target with overwhelming force. And in the end, he lost.

If Devello had an indefinite blade, he would have lived to see it. He didn't use it properly.

“What makes you think that? ”

The scent of Raw Snow turned around and asked, not saying anything. Azin lifts his head and looks at the scent of Raw Snow. He opens his mouth, looking at his master, wearing a black eye patch.

“I was thinking of thanking Master. ”

“Uh, what? ”

In the words of the great spit, the smell of Raw Snow stopped for a moment and opened my eyes wide. Azin stares at her face and says,

“Come to think of it, there's nothing wrong with Master. It's extreme, but if this is the fastest way, I'll take the plunge. ”

“Ugh, ugh. Thank you for noticing. ”

He turned his gaze around because he didn't know what to do with the smell of black snow. Finally, he lowered his gaze to the ground and muttered. Then quickly turned his head back, grabbed Azin's hand and started walking. The last place Daisy's party broke up was the Neutral Zone ahead of Thorn Forest. It was time for an appointment. I had to hurry.

“Then, why do you keep holding hands? ”

I tried not to care, but I was conscious of the hand with the black snow scent that kept rubbing my hands. Azin bites, and the smell of Raw Snow flinches his shoulders.

“.. why, don't you? ”

Instead of explaining why, that's how Raw Snow smells. Azin stares behind the scent of black snow that does not look back at him. The dark hair that had been unscrewed was flashing, revealing the white back that was visible thanks to the deep splashed chifao.

“.. I don't hate to say it, but I'm a little frustrated. ”

Apparently there was no particular reason for holding hands. As an azin, I did not sprinkle her hands. When Ajin didn't say anything, the smell of Raw Snow was low. Even the meaning of the smile, Azin did not ask.

And then the forest ended. A blurry forest, but a barren cliff draws near with fewer ugly thorns. Last night alone, there were a lot of players screaming, torn flesh and blood, but now there's no sign of them. Vampires licking blood off the ground all night. Azin thought about the scene a little, but it wasn't that much fun. He soon stopped.

It is because I cannot concentrate on such a poetic idea.

‘Ah.'

Seeing the scene unfolding before my eyes, he thought. Then I forgot a little. Logging out of the Neutral Zone

It wasn't just Ajin's party.

“Don't move. ”

Serron stares at Ajin with a nervous face. Azin said nothing and did nothing. Raw snow still stands before him, holding Azin's hand. Ajin was the same. He holds the black snowy hand and stands behind the black snowy scent.

The Neutral Zone was a mix of Ceron's and Daisy's. To be precise, Daisy's party was overwhelmed by Serron's party. The estuary lies facedown, legs cut off, and Daisy's left arm is cut off. Lina shudders, wrapped around her head.

Ajin ponders for a moment. What was the name of that bastard holding Daisy's shoulders? Positions are memorable. That's the tanker. He studied the outer space, probably a ferryman and an eclipse. But the name didn't come to mind. What he knew about Serron's party in the first place was his skill and position, not his name.

‘Oh, yeah. It was a Gospel.'

After a little pondering, Azin remembers his name. A bowl tanker. He was also a nervous face. The angled face was sweaty and the lips were puffy and the eyes looking for pain were a little shaky. Azin glances around, looking at his gaze.

Ceron draws out a spirit and suppresses the pain. Spirit of Fire and Wind. A lesser spirit, but not a threat. Ixen. The wizard of the top rankers. He has a large cane in front of him, aiming for the pain. From the looks of it, it looks like you're ready to cast your magic. If this side shows any movement, it will cast its spell immediately. Or...

Kill Daisy's party.