Manowa

"What?

The wind sounds like, "So, is Grandpa a demon? After asking the question," the old man in front of him looked at the wind noise as if he had not even answered the wind noise question. And when the wind sounds creepy, which made me uncomfortable with the way it was, I asked, "What? was."

"Oh, no. I don't know what to say to that grandfather. I thought of my grandson."

The old man's face, who answers that, smiles feeling nostalgic in the past, was just an old man's.

The old man says "sorry" and wipes the seeping tears.

(Hmm. Looks like a regular grandpa)

The sound of the wind claps the impression of that old man as if he were lying earlier.

"Well, I haven't seen him in two years. And to my wife."

"Oh well. That's hard..."

I know how the wind sounds. I only met my brother, but I haven't even been in touch with my parents yet. I wanted to let you know that I was safe if I could.

"Are you looking for a way home, too, Grandpa?

And I tried to bring up a story about the return of the wind noise to the old man that it might be some trigger.

"Oh, sure."

The old man's response to it was straightforward.

"I just want to get home from this farcical crap world. Isn't that what you are?

The old man's words are spicy, and the wind sounds unwittingly frown.

"I... I guess not"

And the sound of the wind shakes his head and speaks honestly of his own mood. At least it was felt by the wind that it was now more alive than it was when it was in the original world. I do have parents and other people who want to see me, but I don't expect to leave this world until I want to go back.

There was no backlash from the old man in the words of the wind noise. I just said, "Well."

"Well, you seem to have special powers as a player, too. It seems to have achieved some success, and it's not strange to think so."

That's what it felt like to be an old man himself when he just came to this world. But now the old man, whose feelings have no shards left, quietly spits out his own words.

"But. I can't stand it anymore."

The old man's face was a tired human face.

"The plainly pest-eating beasts walk wide, not only killing each other, but also killing each other, this routine is next to death. I can't forgive the lack of ethics that would allow me to sell weapons flat to old people and children."

That's more rightly an old country than the original world. Or Johann Simpson, who is not Japanese, would have returned a different answer.

"It's a guild card, I think. It's magic. Skills are the kind of discerning power that shapes a child's ideas as they are. I can't wipe away my discomfort with a world as ridiculous as imitating such a game."

And I can't agree with the wind noise in that old man's words.

"... that's not true."

So the wind murmurs so. The 'easy-to-understand power' that the old man feels in the first place is a strong aspect that relies on windows that only players can use. That's what makes the world look so easy. And while it is true that this world has different laws than the original world, the magic and skills that we have used so lightly are inherently made of a variety of technologies.

"The only reason Grandpa feels that way is because of this window that we can only use. I think it's sloppy to say that the world is easy by retaining irregular power from the beginning."

Yes, the wind sounds firmly disprove. The old man's words sound windy when his horizons are too narrow. But the old man's words continue.

"There will certainly be some of those aspects. But how about that dungeon? The more we descend, the less we can translate into the world, and its structure is created into a maze. By the way, you think it's a treasure chest on a trap in a stash room? It's like that's the only thing that cut out and prepared the game, obviously artificial. What is that?

The word also says, "Well, I think so." There is no objection there.

The discomfort of the presence of the dungeon is also strong for the wind sound. I guess it's natural to be human in this world living as something from the beginning, but that one is clearly heterogeneous. Wind sounds consider that to be homogeneous to the first Signa ruins and windows.

"I didn't know you would. Yeah, I suppose so. Obvious artifacts. What do you think? I mean, this is Virtual World, and we're stuck inside the game, but don't you think it's easier to tell the story?

But to the conclusion of the abrupt old man, the wind sounds shake his neck sideways.

"I don't have that. I don't know what you think, but this world is beyond what games can do."

Yes, the sound of the wind breaks. I don't think the world in front of me is someone's fake world. That's true emotionally, and I feel that way as a feeling I've lived in this world before.

In fact, when the wind came to this world, I tried to make sure. I was wondering if there was any ala. Can't you see the polygon? Is the texture uneven? Shatter the rock and see if its crumbling cross section is the same as the others or if it is not crumbling constantly. The effects of flames and ice are...... and. But there was no such ara. In fact, the people we meet were also real people in AI, at least not in AI or anything else in the world of wind sounds.

But... the old man says.

"What do you think? That's what I think. I wonder if those Zexia Hearts producers used some means to keep us inside the game. They're the ones who can actually make you believe so much more precisely. Can't you imagine that what you felt was real was the trap they set?

There was a colour of those who boasted of their thoughts, which did not allow objections to the eyes of the old man who spoke so.

(Well, you'd be willing to think so)

Back in the day, there were a number of stories about the setting that wind sounds also trapped me in the game world in the novels I read and so on. VRMMOs, or death games where the player dies and the real self dies. It's a novel of that genre.

But the Zexia Hearts that the wind sounds were actually playing is a normal consumer game. Sure, with a head-mounted display, you can even play with the Virtual feel, but it's not anything dangerous like flying consciousness or feeding your senses directly into your brain. It's just a game where even lags occur if the server is not in good shape, even though how many people can now compete on a thousands basis.

I couldn't imagine the means for wind noise to give me a virtuous experience that would allow me to enter the world of games from a medium that I could normally play on a TV screen as a story in the first place.

The old man opens his mouth again when the wind sounds like that in mind.

"Even you know that. Maybe our main body is put to sleep in a hospital by now. It's been two years since I've been here."

The wind sounds frowned upon the words as well.

That deviation in the sense of time is the biggest problem. Players coming to this world with time differences of months, years, decades, and hundreds of years. If everyone is virtually trapped in the game world, I can't explain that. This body wasn't created with character creation in the first place. Myself, I can be sure it's obviously real. But the old man does not touch the matter. I don't see anything inconvenient for me anymore old man. Continue your monologue.

"That's right. I suppose so. It's been two years. My wife is sick. I haven't gotten myself out of bed in a long time. Even Erie must have just entered elementary school."

And stop the wind-sounding mind whose words tried to put something in its mouth.

"Yes... what"

I can't say I know how it feels to hear the wind. My parents were fine, and both grandparents were alive and well, and it's not in the wind that I came across those occasions while I was alive there.

"And yet I'm staying here. That one must be waiting for my return. Even though it's only a family of three, I'm sure it's going to be hard. I might be crying. Think about it and I'm going crazy."

The old man spits out words with crazy eyes.

"Or if I die here now, I'm waking up and back to reality. I live thinking about that every day."

That was a squeezing voice. That was a word that could only be given to those who were distressed and worried about how distressed they would be to carry it out.

"... then"

So when I heard that, the wind sounded open my mouth to the old man. If you want to go back, you have a hand. I hear wind noises from my sister Yuko. How to get home.

"Then why don't you come with us?

"Together?

The wind nods at the old man's inquiry.

"How to get back to the original world. We found it."

The old man sees the wind noise as bah. And I rode out and asked the wind.

"How to go home?

Kazane nods to the old man's words. But the next question that came was unexpected.

"You don't mean 'deepest floor of the dungeon', do you?

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, but."

The wind sounds like, "You know what?" I see the old man with his face, but the old man turns to a dismayed look. He lay down his face dismayed, and told the wind.

"Oh, that's 'no'. That's not it."

The wind sounds round his eyes at the unilateral denial of the old man who spoke so. But the speculation from that reaction came to the back of my brain.

"Maybe... you saw it?

The old man nodded cocklessly at the wind noise he heard in horror.

"Oh, I went down to the deepest floor. At the expense of the people I've been with for a year. I was in too much of a hurry back then. But I got there, and I..."

The voice of the old man who said so was trembling.

"But. That was different!

And I assure you.

"Surely that sight was Tokyo. But what I saw was a pile of rubble! It's a broken Tokyo Tower! It's a pile of bodies piled up on the edge of the road!

The wind sounds pale in the face considering the meaning of the old man's words.

(Something happened?

Does that have anything to do with us being here? The heart of the wind noise squeaks.

"No way. An earthquake or something? Sick? Or was it war too?

I'm worried about my wind-sounding parents, no matter what. There may be no more two of them back there. But the old man doesn't have a clear answer to that.

I don't know.

Just one word, that's what I said.

"All I saw was a fragmented situation. But there's no way that such a world could be our world."

And the words of the old man that followed sound like a curse.

"You don't know."

An old man faces the wind with a sad look.

"My buddy Jesso is still young. He wanted me to be reunited with his wife just before he died."

That's the memory of one of my buddies in the old man.

"Luce told me she was meeting with her grandson. I always laughed that I was looking forward to seeing you."

What is told was a memory of the fellows who fought and died together.

"Shake was a bard. I was so nervous about listening to Jaypop. I even promised to go to the amusement park with Baharo and Wool. Emphasize it's my treat."

The squeezing words stifle the look of the wind noise. I guess the old man was going to go back to the original world with his people. But along the way, I hear my people are dead. It is naturally a future that can also be found in wind sounds.

"To those people. What can I say? You want me to tell you that the world that came to your sacrifice was something else? Or were they phony? Is that the NPC you were just making me think so? Is that Dek made just to fool me?

The wind was facing the confusion in his own head as he listened in a cliché.

(Tokyo is ruined? What do you mean, a pile of bodies?

The information given exceeds the wind noise tolerance. I don't know the wax.

"Besides. Skytree didn't even exist."

And suddenly the weight disappeared from the old man's words.

"There was also partial but subtle discomfort. The body grabbed the cradle that was supposed to be gone. I don't know the poster singer. I read the newspaper was falling off, too. The prime minister was the same, but the bureaucracy was different. Something was uneven. The details were subtly different from reality. So I get it. That's why I noticed. This world is still a virtual world."

Why did you get there? The wind sounds ask with a bitter face.

"Why did you come to that conclusion?

Even if the words of the old man in front of you are correct, this old man is strange. I just seem paranoid and possessed.

"I guess what I saw in the real world was a virtual world, too."

But he does not respond to the words of wind noise, and the old man punches only his thoughts.

"In the end, it means we're just being rolled over their hands. To the 'administrators'."

"Administrator?

That was the first word I had ever said in my story. The old man still speaks with excitement to the frigid gaze of the wind sound.

"You know there's a god in this world, right?

"Yeah. If it's just talk"

The wind sounds were also heard during the Durahan crusade of God's reality.

"That's the administrator. down to this world, calling us to this world for ourselves to see, laughing at it"

That's what the old man said with his teeth clenched. The eyes were burning with hatred.

"And one God comes to this great martial arts club as well. A caretaker named Norman, the patron saint of the land."

The wind sounded like this old man must already be broken. The process for conclusions is too brief. And there's no way to think about it. Just exaggerate your thoughts. But the elements that denied the old man's words did not come to the sound of the current wind either.

"You want me to take that down?

"That's right. This time he comes to visit us with a bruised laugh, just like he did to us before. Let me chop that god up, hurt him, and throw up a way to return from this world. For that I have taken over the devil and have been prepared"

The knife is ringing according to the words of the old man who said so.

The Minaka devil lived in a dagger. So the wind sounds guessed that was the blade where the power of the devil resided. That's half right and half wrong. Already the devil has been eaten by the old man. It's no longer part of the old man that's inside. But is the old man in front of you still a man? Or is it something I can say demon already...... I don't know that by the wind sound.

"Gather and eat the devils. There is as much poison as there is poisoning, and at the end of the day, let ourselves be cursed and dragged down by God. Must be!"

That's how I slowly saw the wind noise with my paranoid possessed eyes.

But for that, I can't let you know what I just told you.

"You're not going to kill me... are you?

The wind sounds asks, wary of the madness of its eyes. But 'intuition' has not issued a warning of its own death.

"Oh, but"

That's how the old man's eyes glow. I noticed the wind noise, but it's too late.

"Let me remember."

The wind sounds that made me look directly into the old man's eyes collapsed as I uttered "Ah".

"Sealing" Memory Blockade ". I'm sorry, but let me seal my memories a little while ago."

If it was illusion, it could also be prevented by a circle of wisdom. But this technique only isolates some memories. I'm not fooling you, I'm just defying you. Japanese ninja's depths. It also works for wind noise. And the wind noise could not be distracted and prevented by the information packed.

"Apparently, it took a while."

Saying so, the old man hugs the wind noise of unconsciousness.

"I was hoping to get your consent, is it still difficult"

An old man who can no longer think of things only at his own convenience unfortunately speaks that way.

"But if this succeeds, you can go home to your family. Even if you liked the world, it's a picture."

I can't say that, but the old man couldn't have done anything about his people either. That's why I say it.

"I want you to like it until I get everything cleaned up. At least enjoy my foam dreams here until the end of the day."

That's what the old man said and raised his wind-sounding hair. The girl in front of me is bigger than her grandson, but she looked a lot like him. Just watching brings tears to my nostalgia.

"Aili, Aiko... Grandpa, I'll be home soon"

With that mouth, the old man hugs the wind sound in tears. The thoughts he sigs in for two years are about to break. But you'll see your real grandson again soon. It's been two years. I'm sure it's bigger than it was when I knew it, but I'm sure I'll see you.

The old man then reconfirms his strong will and walks out. A little later until my dreams come true. This old man didn't doubt that.

A few dozen minutes after that, the wind sounds woke up on the lawn in the park near Warehouse Street.

"Ah... the? Why am I sleeping here?

I don't know. The sound of the wind had fallen out of my memory to this point.

"Oh, yeah"

But I remember a little more than that.

"I had to inform Mr. Louise."

I have to tell Louise about the people who were chasing Minaka. The wind sounds that remind me of it head to the Adventurer Guild office.

Along the way, I heard the story that the last qualifying match was over and the match table for this match was finalized.

(Tomorrow is the game? I hope those guys don't do anything)

With that in mind, the wind hurried to Louise. I didn't know it was already too late for the current wind noise.