Dungeon Defense (WN)

Ending scrolling continued for a long time.

Scenario Maker, Designer, Character Illustrator…… Hundreds of names were wiped out on the monitor I just stared at the screen dazed. The name caught my eye, but it didn't go into my head.

How many hours have I held onto this?

I didn't think it through. The bribe seemed to have declared an opening.

I turn my head back to squirm. The clock said nine o'clock. Evening or morning... Then the outside of the window lit up. It was nine in the morning.

I checked the nine o'clock time frame at least three times since I sat at my desk. In short, it's been at least 36 hours since the game began.

“Ugh.”

I laughed by myself.

“What a waste. ”

I wanted to say something more. Last night, the Coke I inhaled from the bottle of pets became debris and stuck in my mouth. For at least 36 hours, the silent hole opened, and suddenly my mouth became thick. It was serious. If people could smell my breath right now, they would have raised a protest and demanded that I amend my bad breath. I will stand in court and plead unjustly, but because of the smell of my mouth, the judges will faint and go to jail without trial…….

If I had maybe three or four cups, my life would have been just an egg.

The oil in the cup noodles remained on the nose, cheeks, and skull. Suddenly, my body felt like a giant garbage bag. It was not a very wrong analogy. Food waste is being collected by someone, except I don't take it.

“Ugh.”

Another empty laugh came out. I turned my head.

The monitor finally reminds me of the player's status window.

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Name: Lorita Mundus

Occupation: Adventurer (SSS +), Inspector (SSS)

Level: 98 Reputation: 63050

Tongsol: 94/100 Power: 132/140 Power: 125/125

Politics: 93/95 Charm: 100/100 Technology: 80/81

* Title: 1. Legendary Adventurer 2. Legendary Mercenary 3. Dungeon Breaker

* Ability: Tactical SSS, Slash SSS, Tactical S, Persuasive S +, Horseback Magic S, Elemental Magic A

* Skill: Dragon Army, Royalty, Invalidity

[Achievement achieved: 1088]

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“Phew.”

I turned my head back. I looked up at the ceiling, buried in a chair. I only got the brain out of my skull and into the Holiday Monitor, and all I had left was my skull. It felt that way.

The stats that the player can actually reach.

“How many times... … the last 16 times? ”

Words popped out of my head, not sentence by sentence. The accident did not lead to a straight line. I ran around thinking like I was crossing a long bridge. I muttered to myself in order to suppress the goodness of my thoughts.

Dungeon RPG.

This game was famous for its desperate difficulty. You couldn't even catch a mid-boss after playing the first round. The final boss can't even dream, round two, round three, round four. Finally, after 17 attempts, I finally caught Baal, the last boss.

The Great King Baal's army was strong. But there was a gap between them and me. Gap called round play.

I had no business in Nogada for a while. I beat them by accumulating experience and knowledge as a player. From Baal's point of view, it's a cheat and a move. That's the systematic difference between a player and an NPC.

But the feeling I felt at the moment of victory was not joy. Never.

It was a stickier feeling of vanity than the grease that landed on my face.

“Summer vacation's over this year. ”

Single room.

My hair was rolling around on the floor no matter when it was properly cleaned. The study books were stacked up all over the place to create Pisa's tower. I made a commitment to eat first class at the end of my long vacation. A self-development booklet that paid off my allowance...... is now a nocturnal hill of dust.

It wasn't like this.

I was definitely enthusiastic just when I started the trail.

“ ……. ”

I looked around the room.

This was my world.

Even this small, humble, insignificant world was one world. Like a puddle of twisted semen, nothing was achieved. It was merely a whirlwind of passion, leaving a trace.

Ha! It's too different from the world on the monitor.

It doesn't lie. When you do something, you must accumulate. It doesn't vanish in vain. One level up must be one level up. Doing nothing causes Level 90 to suddenly become Level 80 or drop in stats. Once it's real, it's real! Somehow this side of the world evaporates without leaving anything behind. Where the hell is the truth?

“…… damn it. ”

Mice were caught.

Do you want to preserve the data for the next succession?

Of course, I clicked Yes to the question that popped up on the screen. And I nervously covered the laptop.

I felt unbearable. I left the trail.

* * *

Late summer.

The warm air welcomed me. In other words, all I had was hot air to greet me. It seemed like water vapor was kicking into my lungs. I walked into a convenience store in front of my house and bought a pack of cigarettes. I scratched the card my mom gave me.

The part-time student greeted him.

“Thank you. Come again. ”

I left Round Horse's Convenience Store to say hello. I camped in a remote alley and smoked a cigarette.

Suddenly, my phone rang. I got a call from my mother. He probably scratched his cigarette with a card and immediately transferred the information to his mother's cell phone. I quickly threw out a cigarette.

“Yes, Mother. What's going on?”

Through the phone, my mother said brightly. Of course, as with all of Mother's voices, there was a bright but sad affection.

No, I want to do something with my son.

From now on, it was my turn to lie.

“I went out for a while while while studying. It's so hot, my head is a little weak.... ”

This was pretty funny even if I heard it. Of course, my head is spinning. I've been staring at the monitor for decades, and I've been partying all night with the radio. However, if I was sober, I would be surprised.

“Yes, it is. Yes."

By the way, I didn't have the strength of my voice, not because I was sorry that I lied to Mother, but because I wanted to make my lie more plausible. The only area I'm confident in is lying. I'm not joking. If the Games had been a full sport, I would have been exempt from military service.

As expected, my mother accepted my voice as a red signal light that my son's health was low. My voice became sweeter and sweeter, asking me about my situation. I continued to create a powerless voice. Yeah, I'm fine. Yeah, I'm studying pretty well. It was actually liquefied oil.

Eat what you want. If you need something to buy. If you're going to drink coffee, drink something expensive and good. If you don't mind, go to a cool cafe and study. You know you're not in trouble enough to make your son spend money?

I really smiled and replied.

“Yes, Mother. Then I'll go back in and study. ”

The call was over.

There was a great liar here.

I asked for a cigarette. Are you going to study again? You mean you studied at some point?

I didn't do this from the beginning. I was also really obsessed with studying. Maybe not the best, but I went to a respected level of college. His paranoia has ruined me. I had the delusion that I had wrongfully endured what I wanted to play for the sake of mastery.

…… No. It was okay to be a little delusional. But when I see someone else... I was playing so glamorously and carelessly that the sound popped out on its own. In the first semester, there were only five F's in the whole school, except for one class. I must have eaten the sixth place on the report card behind me.

I told you I was surprised when I went to college.

So I guess we're screwing around.

"Brother, are you awake? ’

My sister watched me pitifully. My parents didn't stop me. They were satisfied with the fact that they had entered a decent university. My parents thought it was enough if I didn't put a spider web in my mouth after my family business.

“Ha.”

After all, he's that human, and I am.

I took the laptop from the trail room. I found a cool A/C and entered a nearby cafe.

All I did all day was surf the Internet sitting in the corner of the cafe. As I moved to this site, I laughed at unnutritious articles, and I also wrote unnutritious articles.

My long-standing Internet community is definitely a dungeon attack fan site.

Dungeon Attack cultivated bone marrow fans due to its overly high difficulty. I like that it's hard! I hate it if it's not hard! A pervert was more pleasant than I thought. It was a sanctuary built by such perverts.

I posted a post about the achievements of the player's character, "Lorita," today.

As soon as they posted, members commented. Fast! These Humans only eat on the Internet. I wasn't going to say it, but it was great....

─ Myelogorean: Awesome. Look at his stats.

─ Black Rose: Illegitimate battle tequila. It's disgusting that all stats are overrun with S.

Tequila was my nickname.

─ Selfish boy: How many times is this?

I answered 17 times as if I had waited. Members commented again

─ Phuket apple: Seventeen. Crazy, crazy.

─ Mayurim: Estimated play time is 5,000 hours. I was very concerned about the dungeons and developer minds that Baal Gharb Castle had really built to attack, but now I have to question the tequilate minds.

─ Richa: Psychiatrics is always welcome.

─ New Year's Day: Is this a rumored asylum?

─ Yuberia: I came to the mental hospital (2)

─ Butcher: Nim, how do we target Wizard Rowmey? I broke the Garf Dungeon as it says in the letter of recommendation, but my liking is not limited.

─ Garbage: Lungs.

Tsk.

The mouse wheel has stopped. I looked at it in the comments.

‘Cause that would be a lung. ’

Under the comment, the ridicule continued, saying, "Where is the non-lung here?" The members took my side.

Thank you. But I knew. He's telling the truth. Truly, I was nothing but a deserter.

More importantly.

‘I don't really care anymore. ’

I am not willing to leave that position even though I am aware that I am a closed person. In this sense, I was not just a lung, I was a scumbag. A food waste that knows how to eat a 6,500 won cafe with a mother's card with a head and tongue.

Then a new post appeared on the bulletin board.

Title: Check out the tequila. · · · · · Nickname: Venus Pants

Venus Pants, he was a member who bumped into me right off the site.

I was more knowledgeable about the game than anyone else, but the way I looked at the dungeon tack was different, so I crashed. Both of us were recognized by all members of the lung community.

If anyone asked me how to target any dungeon, we could immediately recite the 17 techniques in line. In short, they devoted their lives to the dungeon tactics of Venus Pants and me.

By the way, in the case of Venus Pants, only the game developers were proficient in internal affairs that only the game developers would know, and I doubted whether they were actually developers.

What are you trying to get in trouble for? ’