＜Infinite Dendrogram＞

□ 2043 Vincent Myers, UK

One time, I wrote this down on an online bulletin board.

"In ancient times nobility,

Now I was born into a family of millionaires,

Living without liberty,

I am also blessed with the love of my family.

Is this happiness?

The answer was predominantly "determined by happiness," except for a response such as "don't write crap".

Speaking of which, I only wrote good things in this sentence.

So I tried rewriting it to the next sentence to get closer to the fact (...).

"In ancient times nobility,

Now I was born into a family of millionaires,

Why not?

Blessed is the love of my family again.

but himself has a severe disease in his heart,

I can't exercise or get excited.

Is this happiness?

Now there was also a little bit of "it's not happiness," but a large number of the answers were still "happiness".

I guess so.

Objectively, the environment is blessed.

Still, from my (...) subjectivity...,

"... I'm not very happy."

Me - Vincent Myers muttered about that as he watched the online responses he wrote.

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Nineteen years ago, in 2024, I was born as the chairman of Myers Konzern, one of Britain's premier corporate groups.

From birth, I had a heart condition. [M]

When your heart beats faster, you have a seizure.

“If you do nothing, it's not life-threatening, but if you exercise or excite, it's life-threatening".

Such an odd disease.

I was born into a wealthy family, and although I had been treated well since I was a baby, I didn't end up fully healed.

My father used his finances and handouts and tried to replace my heart with the highest medical care in the world... for some reason, the illness recurred.

Apparently, it's a disease without precedent, and famous doctors from all over the world were at your disposal.

My parents were deeply saddened by it, but they were sincerely pleased that there was nothing else in their lives.

"You do your whole life. I still remember the feeling of my father's arms embracing me.

"We're your parents. I love you, sweet Vince," I remember my mother, who mouthed me on my cheek.

Really good parents...... I think.

I couldn't take over my father's business because he was such a body, but fortunately I had a brother.

My brother... Keith is a well done child, and there's nothing he can do without scorning me "I'll do my best for you!" He says with a straight eye.

He's a really good brother.

He was born really good, he was a good parent, he was a good brother... and now he's going to be unhappy.

I don't think I'm unhappy either.

But I don't even think it's happiness.

My feet have never once run over the earth.

Because exercise is limited to the extent of a walk that doesn't strain the heart. Run or something, it's life-threatening.

My heart has never sounded satisfied at one time.

I can't even watch a movie that is supposedly exciting or strongly impressed because if my heart beats faster, I'm dying.

I could only read the text in a book or online, but if it was anything that would make my chest jump a little, I had to stop reading it immediately.

There is no despair, but there is no hope.

I just read the book to keep my mind from jumping after I thought about it, and it was just about looking at the landscape, eating, thinking, sleeping, living.

Life as if it were a plant.

"People are reeds of thought," Pascal wrote down, but I wasn't a metaphor either.

I am blessed.

I am saved. [M]

But I've never had the energy.

I've never been given the opportunity to do my best.

At one time… I have never burned and activated life (or life).

A gentle, but closed life.

That was the life of Vincent Myers.

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One day, Keith said, "Brother! I brought you something amazing today! It's really amazing! I said," I brought gift-wrapped parcels.

"What is that, Keith?

"Game! Yesterday, an amazing game was released, brother!

"Games?"

If you look closely, it was a colorful packaging, and it was indeed a packaging that seemed to contain toys and games as well.

Keith should be busy already graduating from Junior High School and starting getting ready to take on my father's business little by little while going to high school......

"This is a gift for my brother!

"Keith... I have a game..."

Yes, unlike reading, games and video are easily excitable.

Even when I used to go to the opera with my family only once, I had a seizure and left on the way.

So I usually avoid that kind of thing...

"It's not! This is VRMMO! And it's“ real ”!

"VRMMO? Real?

According to Keith's explanation, that game is a substitute for something like an SF novel that only spirits fly into the computer world.

In the meantime, they don't have to worry about a heart attack caused by excitement because it doesn't affect the flesh.

So I should be able to play. [M]

"That's amazing..."

So groundbreaking.

I use the internet to check for public news and stuff, but even cutting-edge technology news shouldn't have reached that point.

Besides, flying only the spirit doesn't affect the flesh, because it's a strange story.

Even when it comes to VRMMO, it receives and thinks information in the biological brain, so there's no way that it won't affect the flesh.

That's because even dreams can cause your heart to beep.

"Try things! If you're in the game, your brother might be able to move!

"Ha ha..."

If the game is as complaining as it sounds, it's still a game.

Even if you can move, that would be the body of the crop......

…………

However, even if it's a crop... it might be better than me right now.

"Then log in quickly! Buy my share, too."

"Keith boy! Your tutor will be waiting for you in your room!

"Whew!?"

Keith said that and seemed to regret it, while his maid Marta pulled her hand and left my room.

When I left, I said, "You can start first."

As such, only me and the parcel were left in the room.

"... I don't know what to do"

I'm just worried about if I can really play the game... but Keith at the corner prepared it for me, and I guess I'll try.

When the parcel was carefully opened and the package of the game was opened, there was a device there shaped to resemble headgear.

Read the instructions and wear headgear with the instrument to measure the heart rate on just in case.

Now even if you have a seizure while playing, the servants should be rushing for you.

"Well..."

Ready, I... I switched on the horrible game.

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In the next moment, I was at the garden end of some mansion.

"Is that...?

For a moment, I thought it was Myers' mansion... but it was a lot smaller than home.

"Where am I? And when did you get here..."

"That was the moment I switched on the game. Hey."

!?

Soon, so repetitive but sometime... there was a man standing next to me.

The man wore a colorful silk hat the size of his head, and it was also colorful men's clothing to wrap himself around.

… a bizarre outfit that you won't even see inside the clothing catalogue.

"Oh, if you'll excuse me. The wasp is the Mad Hatter, the queue of this Infinite Dendrogram."

The man in the hat introduced himself that way in an intonation he couldn't hear.

But what's a hatter (Mad Hatter)... Alice in Wonderland?

I don't know, but I wonder if this game is a fairy tale motif.

That's all I thought about, I noticed.

"... the game?

"Yes, this is Gem. in Infinite Dendrogram."

Is this the game?

I don't know how you saw it, it just looks real.

The air contains the smell of garden grass, and there is temperature in the wind that hits the skin.

"Whatever happens, fly around and check it out. Come on."

The hatter said so like it was nothing.

Like nothing... I said something I could never do.

"... run, okay?

"Huh? Yeah, that too - of course. Try the realism of Infinite Dendrogram."

Hatter prompted me to take a step in the garden.

…………

One step, another.

Little by little, little by little.

If I'd known, I'd be running around the garden. [M]

"Ha, ha..."

For the first time in my life...... I was running with all my might.

Oh, well.

"Ha ha ha ha!

This is what it means to run...

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Running enough, I lay on my back on the lawn letting my breath out.

Too much movement and shortness of breath, that was also my first experience.

"It's annoying. By the way, so much effort, huh?

"I've never done this before, so..."

Oh, I feel a heartbeat.

This is supposed to be a fake game.

This is supposed to be the first time I've felt this way.

I felt this feeling was “real”... all over my body.

"Are you sure you want to start the tutorial?

"Yeah, please......... can I stay asleep?

"Help yourself. No."

After that, the hatter gave me various explanations.

Many questions were asked because I had little experience playing the game for several minutes, but the hatter answered me without one disgusting face.

That's how I became a character making step, and I asked what I had.

"Can you reproduce what it would have been like if I had grown up healthy?,".

The hatter said it was possible and prepared the avatar.

".................. ah"

At first glance, I breathed.

I may not be saying it myself, but I admired my avatar.

"Oh, I could have been like this," I thought... even had zero tears.

That's how the tutorial proceeded, and < Embrio > said this as the hatter panicked after transplanting it into a stage that was about to end.

"Sooo sorry. Sorry I haven't set a name yet."

"Name?"

"Ha, it's a name. You should really decide sooner - but my hand is wrong. I don't know how many minutes it starts."

Well, it doesn't stay Vincent's real name.

But a name... a name.

... only one, came to mind.

I went to watch it with my family just once that day.

I was looking forward to it...... that opera I had to exit on the way.

That opera's, the main character's name is......

"…" Figaro ""

"Is that okay with your name?

"Yeah."

Now, I'm not leaving.

Name it with that determination and anticipation.

I let my heart roar freely in this game.

I'm Figaro.

The hatter responded with applause to my words. [M]

"Bless you, on your free days!

In an instant, the garden disappeared - and I was thrown out into the sky overlooking the world.

On the way, the starting point I chose - "Legendary".

Thus I - a player later called [Superfighter] Figaro - stepped into the world of < Infinite Dendrogram >.

To be continued