It's Munchkin Healer

Cock-cock!

A sculptor carves a stone.

Whenever the stone touches the hammer, it reveals its potential, revealing its hidden shape on the inside, becoming increasingly human and reborn into a single work.

A plague doctor with a shining cloak and the face of a crow.

On his shoulder was a round slime, which was clearly a statue of Saint Sid of the priesthood.

Cock, cock!

Yeah. Be careful in there. All right. Slow down.

However, there was a voice watching this.

The gentle and gentle voice of the male protagonist.

He gives a soft voice to the woman making the statue.

The sculptor was a woman with fine brown hair and a beautiful house, but unfortunately, she was a soft woman with a pleasant atmosphere.

Be careful with the ears. Make no mistake.

Cock!

Yeah, that's good. Perfect.

I followed the voice of the man.

Like the movie 'Love and Soul’, the sculptor's players cheered for his warriors with loving eyes.

“Phew, sculptor! How's your work coming along? Oh, you're almost done. It's a wonderful piece. It's a masterpiece! ”

A man enters the quiet workshop.

The woman takes a breath, putting down the hammer she was holding.

She sits close to the top of a tall ladder, shredding a stone to reach four meters.

“Phew, are you here? I just want you to check it out. I did what you told me to do. I never saw his face, so I replaced it with a mask. Do you like it?"

“Ouch, I like it! You're the best sculptor in all of evefloris! I was glad to hear it and come back, really! ”

The man was satisfied with his admiration.

The sculptor climbs down the ladder and smiles with a satisfactory face.

“Hehe. He helped my city, too. It's an honor to be able to do such a good thing. I hope this gets done as soon as possible. ”

“Khh. That's right. I hope you'll see this when you visit our village. This is really cool work.... The saint will be pleased. Yes, of course! ”

The man smiles with a cheerful face.

He was one of the village representatives from Iron Hill, and he asked Dorothy, an Evenfloris sculptor, for a statue of Sid.

In the case of Iron Hill, the town Sid saved from the plague.

Evenfloris is a village that Sid saved from the devil's bugs, both in favor of the priesthood and the saints.

“Please take good care of it. I want this sculpture to reveal our devotion. ”

“I'll try. Please take good care of it. ”

“Yes!”

The man leaves the workshop with a joyful smile.

Dorothy walks him out and takes a breath.

Dorothy here was the only person working in a small workshop, and she was a kind of settler who fell into this world at the age of 15.

However, the usual settlers and Dorothy were different.

Unlike the vast majority of settlers who were abandoned and forced to be wiped out by players, in her case the players were running in perfect condition and watching her every time.

Scream!

Dorothy picked up a small teapot and poured a cup of tea.

Then I searched the bowl for sugar, but the bowl scraped with the spoon was empty and contained nothing.

Out of sugar? Facilitator call.

The player I was watching responded.

He called the facilitator and asked for something.

Yes! You called for me again today! What are you doing today? What can I help you with?

Haha.I 'm sorry for calling so often. Would you like some time?

Hahaha! You're here because time is good! What can I do for you? Just say the word!

Yes, I'd like to lower my tool rewards. I think I ran out of sugar at home. Can you drop me off at the same luxury as last time?

Ah, sugar? Got it! Tool Reward Sugar! Coming down!

The facilitator replied, scared of the man asking.

If you're a regular player, why do you spend your Player Points on that? ’It was a scary situation, but everyone was familiar with the man who asked for sugar or the facilitator who followed it.

Thung!

Immediately, a small sugar bag fell through an empty shelf.

Dorothy smiled brightly with a bag, which was embarrassing because of the lack of sugar.

“How do you know you're out of sugar? Thank you every time, Guardian! ”

Dorothy smiles, looking at the sky blocked by the roof.

She seemed familiar with the situation as well.

For most players tool rewards were a cash payment system that lowered weapons and equipment, but Dorothy's players used points generously on consumables such as sugar.

I didn't know if this was my original taste or whether I cared for my warriors.

Hehe. I'm more thankful. Enjoy your tea.

The man replied with a soft voice.

Though he can't hear his voice, he looks down at his warrior and reveals his deep affection.

Hahahaha. You look happy today, too. How have you been without me? The other facilitators would be awkward to play like this. If anything happens, just call me. I'm your personal facilitator!

Hehe. Did something happen? How are you? You've been busy for a long time.

Don't even say it. This party was totally annihilated, so I took offense. Even if it's not the facilitator's fault, everyone says it's my fault.... Oh, this is a secret? There's nowhere to go to say it!

I can't tell you where to play. They're each other's secrets.

Hahaha. You're a sculptor! It's hard to meet such a humble person. I'm a blessed facilitator! Hahaha!

They talked as if they were familiar.

If ordinary players were to enjoy the world as RPGs and fantasy games, then this player seemed to enjoy healing games like Sams and Starduvali.

Hooray!

Dorothy sat by the window and had tea time.

She fell into this world after 10 years.

Like the current sugar, Dorothy's player generously handed her what she needed.

Even led me here to evefloris, avoiding unnecessary processes and friction, and I was able to live my life as a decent craftsman's apprentice.

Should I call it some kind of relationship?

Dorothy thought I was "lucky," but it was a piece by a player who dedicated himself to her.

I was filming healing water alone in such a dangerous world.

Today is another peaceful day. Well, is there anything else I can help you with? Apparently, the statue from last time was completed. Phew... This is so cool. Is this the saint from the rumors? I admire you playing this game when other players are crazy about killing and violence. I really do!

Haha. That's a compliment. You'll be honored.

The sculptor was ashamed of what the facilitator said.

The facilitator here seemed to be a bit odd as well.

Most facilitators were too busy talking about the game to seem like a kind of artificial intelligence, and the present-day facilitator enjoyed a peaceful moment while chatting with the players.

Rather, it appeared to be a soft friendship, not a player relationship with the facilitator.

I'm sorry I called you into this again today. Better to keep up with the other parties and score points. I don't play, so I can't score....

Phew, no! I'm sorry! You have this kind of play and that kind of play! For me, every player is a valued customer. If you don't mind, do you mind if I keep talking to you? The last party was so noisy. I want to talk to people like you, sculptor.

Oh, is that so? Of course. If you don't mind, take a break. I'd be honored.

The sculptor replied with a soft voice.

Dorothy emptied her cup of tea and went out into the yard.

The late afternoon sun slowly leans in and breathes pleasant warmth, and she sits on a bed of nets spanning the trees and watches the sunset.

In the late fall, the cool breeze and the warm sunshine of the sunset closed their eyes just by touching the skin.

How was your last party? I'm not leaving here. I can't hear you out there.

Ah, you mean the last party? I just drove around with a ship at sea. Fight the Kraken, meet the pirates... Oh, Leviathan! You've seen Leviathan lately. What? I was really excited to be a facilitator! Hahaha!

Leviathan? Is there any left?

Eww... The party was ruined thanks to you. Do you know how hard it was for me to accept that? Where did you go to say that? I'm telling you because I believe in you!

Haha, it's okay. I'll go somewhere and tell someone. I haven't left this town in centuries.

The sculptor mutters in a hollow voice.

However, the facilitator said something strange.

A party to take the ship and fight the Kraken.

I met Leviathan and destroyed him.

He was an unknown facilitator who met with Sid.

The unknown player in the facilitator's hood.

Tsk, tsk... Personally, I'm a little disappointed. If you're a sculptor, you'll be treated well wherever you go. I don't know why I'm staying in a place like this. Is there a reason? I haven't asked her every time, but she dares to.

The facilitator who was talking to the sculptor asked.

The sculptor watches the sun sink slowly into Dorothy's eyes.

The reason he's reclusive in a place like this is because he feels guilty.

And it was fate.

Do you... know it's fate?

Destiny or destiny?

Yeah, I can't even say his name anymore, but my brother was a prophet. That's what his brother said. My actions will destroy my hometown. He said he was destined to destroy the world.

Destruction! How?

The facilitator was excited by what the sculptor said.

The sculptor has not spoken for a long time.

The traitor who sold the world out.

He was the brother of the two brothers who resisted to the end, and was the brother of the prophet who sacrificed himself for this world.

I don't know. Prophecies are usually like that. It's safe because it's ambiguous, and if you struggle to escape, you get yourself killed. It's like a swamp. It's just a slow dive and a vague wait. I don't know when that will happen.

The sculptor mutters in a soft voice.

He listened to his brother's prophecy.

Surrender on your own terms and you will live now, but someday you will destroy this hometown without form.

This makes the sculptor in pain.

I chose a reclusive life in the guilt of betrayal and a terrible fate.

I met Dorothy here in such loneliness.

He smiles as he looks at Dorothy, who's fallen asleep.

It was the only woman in the world who could neither talk nor talk that calmed her loneliness with no brothers nor friends.

Ehm... Don't worry too much! What is the purpose of this world! Reduce risk, increase myth! The world of high technology is here for you! There's no need to be afraid of fate as long as you're in the game. If you join us, you will avoid your fate in some way. Absolutely! On behalf of the system, this facilitator is guaranteed! Hahaha!

The facilitator spoke in a confident voice.

Of course there was a reason for his story.

A Nordic god who avoided Ragnarok.

Olympus God avoiding Gigantomakia.

Players who participated in the game fled their fate to the end of the world.

And don't mean the end of it. It's all the same story anyway. Who was that last one? One of them said, The world is created and the end is ready. You said it was a necessary story.

Ah, you've met players from all over the world, right? What are you talking about? It's the end of another world.

The sculptor asked.

The facilitator smiled and told a story.

The mysterious facilitator slowly executed his plan.

On the first day, we make light, and we cut open the sky and the earth. In the end, I made a human being. That's the story. Yeah, and then on the seventh day, the gods rest. After six days of hard work, you can take a break and explore your world. But on this seventh day, we don't just take a break. He's been thinking about it ever since. How do we take down a world that's complete? Should I destroy it with a flood or use a fire column to wipe it out? In the end, from the moment you complete the world in any myth, the end is ready. On the seventh day the world will be complete and the gods will rest. They say the end of the world is ready that day. Well, it's just a story, isn't it? Don't listen too deeply. Hahaha!

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