Gate of Amitilicia Online

The sixty-sixth time I logged in.

The floor that runs everywhere is white on one side. I'm standing in a place like that. There are no walls, no ceilings. Only the floor spreads, otherwise it's a black world.

"What is this... some kind of bug?

I've never been in a place like this before. When it does, it can only be considered an anomaly in the system.

"No... no"

I wonder how the space was created this way from the beginning rather than how the data broke. At least there's no doubt that this is where the GAO system was built. Because if I tried it, I could open the menu properly. It's just that emails, friend chats, bulletin boards are out of use. If I wanted to open it, I would get a message saying 'Currently unavailable'.

I'm also concerned about the in-game stuff, but now I'm ahead of the curve. Fortunately, GM calls seem possible, so why not?

When I called, a shadow appeared in front of me a little bit.

Precisely belongs to a resident within the GAO, a woman who looks like she's in her mid-twenties. She's a beauty with thin brown hair ponytails.

"GM call center, my name is Aisha and I'm in charge. What can I do for you?

That's what Aisha, the guy in the GAO, has been asking. Even though GM calls within GAO didn't show up, does the rep come out with an avatar here?

"Uh, duh. I'd like to check the current situation. I must have died in battle during the event."

"Excuse me, can you tell me your real name and player's name?

"My real name is Kano Kuniko. Player name is Fist"

Please wait a moment.

Mr. Aisha started operating somewhat by launching a window. I don't see anything from here. I mean, don't you know what just happened in this situation right now?

"Thank you for waiting. Well, we have no confirmation of death."

"What? No, but..."

"Yes, the situation is confirmed. I think that's how it's understood, having worked hard against the Necromancer in the village of Elves, but Master Fisto is still alive within GAO. Stat, Master Fist is in a coma right now."

Um... no, wait, wait. You can't live in that situation. It's normal for both Necromancer and Undead to be killed as they are.

"No, it would be strange if you hadn't died of it..."

"If it did stay that way, I think it would have died. But even after Master Fist's fall, things are moving."

So you're saying something happened after that? As a result, I didn't have to die. But what the hell happened? Besides, why am I here?

"This space is usually where players who die in an event are bounced off when they log back in. This is a measure to keep retired players isolated from re-entry until the end of a specific event and not give extra information to event participants."

Well, I know what you're trying to say. The dead don't talk about anything. It would mean that information on ongoing events should only be shared within the game. It's too good for bugs to get information from the dead and move in their favor. I don't mind that.

"Then why am I here?

I don't think I'm dead. Then I don't even think I need to be here.

"This will be the first case since development…"

Aisha turns her eyes on me to see something unusual.

"First of all, that I was in a coma. The time to wake up depends on the case, but in Fist's case, it was established that the time to wake up was quite long. For once, you can leave it until you actually wake up in the game because it will not exceed the time available for continuous login, but since the circumstances are different from the in-game sleep you take at your will, in this case we are supposed to take action to force you to log out."

In-game sleep, like real life, can be ended by, for example, loud noises or someone waking you up. But I guess that's not the factor that shortens my case this time. If you are logged in, in the meantime, players will waste their time. I guess that's a measure so you can use real time effectively.

So you're saying I can't log in to the game for a while?

"Right. In the case of Master Fisto, he is able to log in once the coma has ended..."

Aisha told me how soon I would be able to log in.

"And since the event itself is still in progress, it's being transferred to this area, just like Retirement. Communication and bulletin boards are no longer available at this time, but all system restrictions will be lifted when the event ends. If the event ends before you wake up from a coma, you will also be able to get in touch with other players and view bulletin boards at that point. But if you even want to enjoy the current situation, I suggest you keep the extra information out of sight until you log in. I think it's better to enjoy reality."

Said Aisha with a grin like he had come up with a prank. Mmm, that's the way they say it, don't think you should follow it. It's certainly more realistic to wake up over there and ask anyone who would be around what happened than to say that you know what's going on.

"Okay, I'll make it big for a while. Thank you."

"Best regards, GAO. Good. Live a different life."

Because of this, I decide to follow that word. Mr. Aisha bowed her head deeply and disappeared from the spot.

Well, let's get rid of the real ones now.

The 67th time I logged in.

I cleaned up my chores in general, killed my time, and logged in.

but the situation is different than usual. Apparently, he keeps his eyes closed, but he's kind of floating. Some feel like you're wrapping your whole body in something. It's like being in the water.

Her eyelids are heavy. I don't even hear a sound. Something's wrong with you. I just find it slightly sweet in my mouth. No, you're hungry, too. Can't you eat this sweet thing?

When I moved my mouth, the sweetness spread all over my mouth. What the hell is this? This is so delicious!? That's not food, it's like some kind of liquid. Very sweet with a little viscosity. But it's not persistent sweetness, and it's good over the throat. The more I drink, the more I feel filled. Body weakness has disappeared, and it's kind of overpowering...

I try not to defy my desire and open my eyes as I continue to drink it. Looks like it's in the water after all. Strange to be able to breathe though.

And there was a beautiful woman in front of me. It looked like an elf when I only looked at my long, tucked ears, but my hair is wavy green long hair. Skin is white, fleshy body. An apologetic amount of leeches and leaves wrapped around him hide his chest and lower body. That's it, maybe. It's a tree spirit.

The woman smiled gently, but a little troubled, slowly disappearing. At the same time there is a change in the surroundings. The liquid that was wrapping me is similarly sucked into the branches of the tree that were holding my body in place. Does that mean the liquid just now is this tree sap? No, wait, I was soaking in that sap, which means I drank plenty earlier.

"Ep......"

Tell you what, it's like drinking the bath water you were in. No, it tasted great, but I felt something subtle...

No, more than that, yeah. What's my condition now?

Looking around, it's apparently like a tree. The branches of the tree that were fixed to hang my body were sucked straight into the wall. I wonder what's going on?

When I checked my body, there was no scratch. The flank of the Necromancer's blow and other places are beautiful. The severed left arm grows properly. I don't feel uncomfortable at all trying to move it. That's fine.

"What is this?

My body was covered in pimples. Upper body, to be exact. My arms are covered to my fingertips. but movement is not inhibited at all. You don't feel too bad. Well, can I think of it as a replacement for clothes? Hi, it looks like the clothes I wore before I went into a coma weren't under this cunt.

In the meantime, I'm out of here. It was three dirt walls that got into my eyes. It's built to surround these days, and between the wall and the wall, two elf women are standing with their backs to this side. And one storm wolf in front of the right wall.

"Hey, Quinn."

Raising his hand, Quinn raised his head, which was lying down. I look surprised for just a moment, but I finally turn into a face I just don't know if I woke up. but the tail was yurayura shaking.

"Mr. Fist!? You woke up!

A turning elf woman looked at me and shouted surprised. Another elf woman keeps running out. Shouting that I woke up.

"How's your body? Is there anything that hurts?

"No, there's nothing wrong with it. And now the situation..."

Answering an elf woman worrying about my body, trying to grasp the status quo, the dirt wall collapsed. Beyond the wall was a slightly rough elf settlement. Is it in the village or here?

When I looked behind me, inside of us rested the statue of the god of Alzafos. When I raise my gaze, I see a splendid emerald tree. Was I in the middle of the green tree? What do you mean, I was helped by this tree?

"Fist!"

I heard a familiar voice. Turning around, I see Zachris running all the way here. Oh, you're pretty fast on your feet.

"Good! Three days unconscious! I was wondering when I would wake up... Huh!

Zachris is happy to recover by holding my hand disappointingly as he approaches me. Not only he, but the other elves are coming this way.

But three days? Has it been three days within GAO? Zachris and the others are in this state. Perhaps the crisis has been completely taken off.

"Zachris, quick, but let me know what's going on"

"Let's talk about it from me"

When did you crack the elves that had become hedgerows and Mr. Joaquim, the village chief, came out?

"But before that. Lord Fist, thank you for saving our village this time."

And I'm going to bow my head. The other elves bowed their heads simultaneously. Uh... me, it's like I'm retiring on the way... well, okay. I'd rather hear the explanation than that.

"I'm sorry about that. Tell me what's happened since then."

Keep snorting lightly and encourage ahead.

"Then… at that moment when Lord Fist's body tried to fall forward, the immortals who tried to strike you with the roar blew up and turned into dust. And at some point, one Gentile showed up and stopped you."

Did the rescue come at that time? I don't know, maybe...

"He was a blonde young man with a sword and a shield. Five Gentiles then appeared on the spot and launched an attack on the Necromancer. They called themselves Lord Fist's friends and called themselves [Silverblades]"

I knew it. There was no other rescue I could think of.

"They instantly defeated the immortals. It must have been your fault that you were hurt. Especially since the battle of a young man named Luke was so harsh that this one became horrible."

I felt Mr. Joaquim's complexion had gone bad. How rambunctious, Luke...

"The Necromancer escaped intact. Afterwards it hit the wounded and extinguished the fire, but Lord Fist's injuries were worse than expected. Especially the erosion caused by temper. The detoxification potion was also ineffective, and the power of the Spirit was returning, but the resulting air removal was not in time, and that was the situation."

Atmospheric poisoning, and wound erosion caused by Atmospheric Qi, hinder treatment. If I try to heal the wound, I have to get rid of it first. That's also why Quinn's wounds didn't heal in the potion before. So at that time, I detoxified the air poison before treating it.

"Therefore, we relied on dry ads"

So, it seems that's why I was able to recover from that condition. Look up at the emerald tree. Naturally, it's not like the tree said anything, but it looks like this guy helped me after all.

"Recovery by the dendrimer is done by using the plant's vitality via the dendrimer. We had to rely on the life force of dry ads."

Does that mean you cut the vitality of the Cuisine Tree and gave it to me? Hey, Cuisine Tree would be an important tree for Elves. Am I glad?

"It's just a miscalculation here, or something that's not normally happening. Dry Adds took Lord Fist in. I was born and raised in this village, but I've never seen anything like it."

Hmm, what kind of event is this? Does that mean that Cuisine Tree spontaneously tried to heal me? Did you thank them for protecting the elves?

"However, the healing was done without any problems. The temper was removed and the severed arm was connected back to normal. Still, the burden on my body must have been enormous. Lord Fist has been asleep ever since he was taken in."

Well, for the most part, I get it. Thanks to all the elves, I didn't have to go back to the dead.

"Thank you for everything."

I thank you and bow my head. Playfully, I had no problem dying. But I was honestly glad they did that.

"Lord Fist saved the clan, and even the dry ads. We owe you so much."

Hmmm... it's like I threw a round at Luke and the others on the way... I know this village would have been devastated after I fell if I hadn't contacted Luke and the others. Do you think it would be mocking to just be lifted there by me?

"Speaking of which, where are the Lukes?

Yes. Defeat Otoja and then. Where did Luke and the others go?

"They went after the Necromancer. Until then, he had helped restore the village, but it looks like Lord Wena was tracking down the escaped necromancer. They found out where they were based, and they said they were gonna crush them and they left."

Uh, you're dead, Otoja. You've put extra effort into Luke and the others... let's cook something and work on it.

"Long!"

There came a male elf. To see him armed with a bow and leather armor, he must have been an elf on guard.

"[Silverblade] is back. He took out the Necromancer!

The elves who heard the words boiled doedly. The existence that harms us has disappeared. The pleasure is enormous.

You're back at a good time. Luke and the others have a lot to ask. For that matter, they'll ask a lot of questions over there, but can't you help it?

Well, how was it?