Manowa

"Phew. I wonder what's going on."

On that day, Daliang was facing certain problems and roaring in front of his home PC.

Tara is an enthusiastic user of Beast Slave, a social network game. And there was a system in Beast Slave where you could charge and get random items, called chatter.

There were several so-called live broadcasters on the Internet video sites that streamed live about how they were chattering, and Daliang was also a painter offering support pictures to such live broadcasters.

They specialize in creating 3D character data that can also be used in games, but that doesn't mean you can't normally paint. The nerd elites, whether they were 2D or 3D, or even the lighter industry, were holders of multi-skill and were active in a variety of genres without darkness.

And Daliang has acknowledged himself to be one of Rumi-na's fans, commonly known as Rumi-na nists (the generic name for those who love Rumi-na), the main heroine of Beast Slave, especially as he continued to send many Rumi-na support paintings to many generations.

The problem he's having now was that one of the live broadcasters who sent the support painting has caught fire online.

If you look at the history, I can tell you it was something you had no choice. I liked the live broadcaster, Taryan, who has the art style to say that if the tension is too high, I don't know why, but this time it was just too much. Not only as a result of the puzzling chatter, but because of repeated statements turning the audience against the enemy, the live broadcast naturally bought the objection, and consequently the live broadcast was inflamed.

The problem is that Daliang also received inflammatory incitement.

No, Tara thought it was inevitable in itself that she would be blamed, and she also understood that that was something she couldn't help but do. Anyway, the image that Taryan sent to the inflamed live broadcaster was Mara-like Kos Rumi-na, and the live broadcaster decorated it at the top of his SNS. As a result, the live broadcaster progressed to a situation where he was accused of being insane.

Nevertheless, it was Daliang himself who sent it, and it was also his decision to accompany Master Mara. Why did you make it such an image? All I can say is that the demon stabbed him. I wanted to interrupt my enlightenment somehow. Yeah, somehow.

That's why Taryan thought it would be himself who should be accused of being insane, but Taryan was overwhelmed by the voices of the other Luminaire nists that Taryan was the victim, and he could not protest any more because the rebellion was likely to accumulate more Hate to the live broadcaster.

Therefore, Daliang asked the live broadcaster to erase the image without stopping.

They were the ones who sent the email with great care so that the corners didn't stand as close as possible, but then we don't know if the live broadcaster ended up erasing the image. In any case, the live broadcaster's SNS had disappeared since then, and the subsequent trend had become unknown.

And another problem was happening in front of Taryan.

"Ha, Da Liang... I, oh my God"

There was a girl in his room crying of cancer.

The girl looks common even in elementary school, but in fact she had already crossed the hatchet and was now the bearer of a background in working as a guard at home. The name is called wind noise.

I kept going to my parents' house, and these days, I have been consulted by her brother to see if I could do something because the online valve celebration is terrible and it has had a negative impact on my sister. "Amazo is the one I'm complaining about. Amanzo. Convenience takes away human freedom in reverse. Grow laziness. Dangerous. If we don't destroy them, sooner or later, humans will degenerate and become like fetuses and live in a drone with cultured capsule cockpits that only move with thought. But that's good, Drone. It's a very difficult story to say to someone who makes excuses such as" let's make it next time. "It's also troublesome how quickly your head spins for nothing.

And that's why the wind noise is now in front of Daliang, but that's because I recently had a problem online (he said he was reflecting violently), so I was coming to deal with it and confess.

"So, Mr. Takapong disappeared. Even if injustice was a fact, I still shouldn't have said it on that occasion. My slightly unadulterated blade of words drove one man's life crazy. I can't even get in touch with him. I don't know what to do anymore."

"The wind... well, you don't have to worry about that"

And this is so. Earlier, the wind sounded like I was going to throw up gello under pressure, so I scratched my back and let him keep it somehow, but if I let him stay in this mental state, the room looks dirty and scary.

It should be noted that Mr. Takapong is a live broadcaster who was plaguing Daliang.

"I want to be grounded. I want to apologize."

"Hey, I thought your statement was too inciting. But in that, you were one of many others, and that's how it affected you..."

"It could have been thought of as an unpleasant ancient sentiment"

"Oh, that's what I thought, too"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

The sound of the wind echoes the words and rolls over the bed of Gollum and Daliang.

"Ugh... what about Tara, the painting on that monitor?

"Oh, this is the painting I sent to Mr. Takapong. I shut down the site on the way there. So."

"It's your fault. Aah!!

"Ahem."

Suddenly, a fist of wind noise pierced Taryan's plump stomach.

"Dalian-kun's Ampontin. The painter who provoked Mr. Takapong was Taryaku, right? If you think it's a painting you've seen somewhere!?

"Huh? Yeah? Wait a minute. Wind noise. Maybe you didn't know?

Apparently, the wind did not know that Takapon and Takapon were being kind.

"It's my first ear. Takapong's last writing was: 'I've also annoyed the painter's teacher. It's sad' and the SNS was frozen right after that. Da Liang is more of a war criminal than I am! I saw the place at home online, so I just have to go apologize and sit naked for both of us. Until you forgive me!

No, that's usually caught... Tara thought so. Perhaps Daliang was caught first, and after explaining the situation, the wind sounds are also adult, so he will be caught. I guess I'm the only one likely to get caught because it's about the wind noise with the best guidelines...... And I'm afraid of Naoki's reaction. Maybe, he'll kill me.

"Wind sounds, no naked dirt seats for one second. Socially problematic"

"What an adult response. Eat shit."

"No. I'm not. Mr. Takapong annoys me."

Naked men and women arrested in front of their homes. It is usually a scary matter.

"Anyway, you don't have to worry about the wind noise that much. By and large, as far as that video goes, it would have turned out the same without you having to do this. You may have been the hero who saved the world over there, but over here, it's just a pull, and Iki is just a tiny, tinkling, single-viewer who's stirring things up online."

"Gutsy, I'm not a squid."

I want to deny the wind sounds there, but unfortunately Taryan was right to rate them by general public standards.

"Anyway, I just thought it made me do whatever I thought it was, and I was in flames if you didn't want to. Seven Ultra Rares in a row of pickups in the Gacha Ten. That's not a zero chance, though."

"I don't care what you think when you think about the exchange before you put it out."

As far as listening to the reality, I could only assume that Takapong understood that both the wind sounds and Taryan would have consequences. If so, that was what most of the viewers who watched thought, and the voice would naturally have risen from someone else even if the wind didn't say it.

"Yeah, that's right. Well, that sounds windy... after all, you need to get back into society."

"What are you saying all of a sudden? Am I guarding my home in good standing?

The look of the wind sounded back to the vegetables and said so back.

"The defense around your home is already too tight, and it won't change whether you're there or not. But my words. Then I guess not. Then talk to your sister Yuko..."

"Oh, don't give me that. We're good. I've been telling you lately to help me with my work. Sister Yuko is serious."

Sister Yuko, who has returned to this world, is now starting a business and is working like a subcontractor for the Labyrinth Exploration Division. She actually seemed to have a very good wingspan right now, saying that she did so because it tasted better in the private sector than in the Labyrinth Exploration Division, which is an official business.

"Well, the Labyrinth Exploration Division has asked for your surveillance, too. I'll take care of Mr. Takapong. You should go outside. [M] It's pathetic, isn't it?

"Ugh, do you know the word teacher on the other hand, Tara? I only exist to educate her."

"Yes, sir. Then I'll call my sister Yuko."

"Uh, stop it. Yeah."

The sound of the wind cried out, but Taryan was a man who could make the right decision in these circumstances.

Then the wind sounds will eventually make a social reintegration in the form of being drawn to Yuko's sister. My sister said, "How could I have done my job? Amazing sister" s words seemed satisfying, but the basic performance itself was high wind sound was destined to later fall into Yuko's sister's trap and become worker holic.

It should be noted that Taryan will be searching for the whereabouts of live broadcasters in one effort, as he told the wind noise, relying initially on his online friends and rear friends, then on the Interests and Labyrinth Exploration Division, and ultimately on the god he knows, and as a result will eventually get to one fact… but that is another story.