Manuke FPS

"Look, are you okay? You've reached your room."

"Bullshit! I'm leaving in the morning! Oh, my God!

"Yes, yes. I'll wake you up properly. Mr. Charles, go to bed in the back."

It was good to have dinner with Mr. Charles at the foot town liquor store and lodging. But somehow we were headed to the marine city of Amar together, and even more vulnerable to alcohol than we thought.

On second thought, under twenty, the adult in this world is 15, but he may not have recommended alcohol at ease.

I'll put Mr. Charles to bed on the back of the twin bed and put on a duvet replacement cloth. For this minute, I'm not leaving first thing in the morning, and I want to get to Amar as soon as I can, but it's not like the pirates can crush me as soon as I go, and there's not going to be a crisis on Ashley.

I'm not going to let this girl protect me, but I just want her to teach me how to beat my prey. Once I tried before, I threw up making my surroundings a sea of blood...

Start the TSS (Tactical Support System) as soon as you put it to bed, watching how Charles starts to freshly breathe.

I haven't heard the details yet, but it seems that subraces may be wandering beyond the mountains, in case it becomes a battle, I decided to make a choice of gear and confirmation.

The first thing to think about is the main uniform. On the road so far, I've been traveling with the FN P90 hidden behind my back, but if it goes to battle, it could be a pain in the ass if Mr. Shall sees the firearm.

Of course we will use it under dangerous circumstances, but given how we will respond in situations that are not, will we still actively target CQC (melee combat) even in Schwartz? No, but having a flying tool called a firearm is my biggest advantage.

In other words, a soldier's outfit capable of CQC (Melee Fighting) and shooting. The final choice was to take into account the differences between the numerous firearms in the inventory and the shaft.

I chose a partner for this trip from a table and two chairs with only one in the room, one of them sitting in the inventory. The glow of light particles converging on the table brightens only a little inside the dark room. I was wondering if Mr. Shall would notice, but she was totally in a dream. Open the black replenishment BOX that appeared on the table and remove the two handguns from the inside.

CZ75SP-01, this is one of the CZ75 series that used to be developed and developed by the Czech Republic Slovakia and now the Czech Republic, in addition to a few eighteen rounds loaded, a gunsword (bayonet) of about seventeen centimetres across the blade can be worn as a formal attachment option.

I selected two pieces of this CZ75 sword gear. Wearing a bayonet makes attachments such as other silencers unusable, but this can no longer be helped. Let's delude ourselves by saying that when we fire, it's a dagger demon prop.

It would be somewhat better to think of it as a short wand with no specialty or a mysterious magic item that can be fired in a series of ranged attacks. And why do you have two cloves? This is already romance, all I can say is yes. Sometimes FPS players want romance, not the best for the weapons they use.

Remove other leg holsters dedicated to bayonet attachment. Basically, when wearing a bayonet on a handgun or assault rifle, it is not realistic to carry it with you and it is normal to wear it before using it.

However, within the game of VMB, such acts are subject to omitted actions and, as the original VMB leg holster, a leg holster is available that can be stored with a dagger.

I decide to take out other magazines, which are spare ammunition, or carry a set of P90 and silencers as spares for when I run into a large one.

By the time I finished preparing my firearms in one of the rooms for the night when the stars plugged in, the tavern on the ground floor had also been quiet and quiet night time had flown.

"Mm-hmm. Hey."

Staring into the night sky that looked beyond the wooden window, I heard something like a bedtime speech coming from my bed. When I point my gaze at the bed, I'm kicking the cloth I hung for you. That would be cold......

In preparation for the mountain crossing from tomorrow, I also decided to go to bed already and dive into my bed wearing a cloth on Mr. Shall again.

The next morning, Mr. Advisor Charles could not wake up. Gear Mr. Charles sideways, who can't get up in bed, and go down to the tavern on the ground floor and get the owner some toilet water. Return to the room and leave a bucket of hot water and a clean cloth on the table.

"Mr. Charles, I'll keep the wash water and cloth, on the table. I'll only wait fifteen minutes, or I'll go alone."

"Uh-oh, wait, I'll be right down, just wait."

"Fourteen minutes to go."

That's all I left to say, I headed outside the inn. The streets outside are already filled with many workers, with stalls lined up all over the streets and voices selling in breakfast.

Eleven more minutes, and now if I'm really late, will I leave you? I'm only interested in the way the prey is handled, but I don't like it and I'm not going to take care of the child. No, are you an adult at once?

I really don't feel like being told that I'm an adult at fifteen years old. Sometimes I don't grow up in that kind of environment myself, but I'm like a daughter of a relative or sister of seventeen or eight.

Eight more minutes, apparently crawled out of bed. I can hear the sound moving around the sound collecting sensors. I stopped wearing goggle-type avatar costumes when I found out I could see UI information even without head goggles.

What did you care about the goggles costumes that are not in this world, not just the eye area...

Four more minutes, while waiting for Mr. Shall, who doesn't know if he'll make it, he was making sure how far he could change his UI information just to be aware. I'm used to freely switching between NV (Night Vision) mode and FLIR (Infrared Thermography) mode. Zoom in or out of the map that floats in your sight, erase it from your sight and let it emerge again.

The display of the number of loads in the main uniform is sub uniformed, the number of special grenades carried, etc., which makes me feel as if it is a cyborg, a number in view and a display that can be switched.

One more minute, I can hear you running down the stairs with a bump. Did you make it?

"You made me wait! Let's go, Schberts!

It's Schwartz.

Correct the mistake as you look back and see if you are properly prepared.

"Sleeping habits, my hair's standing."

"Huh? Where! Where, where?!

"It's a little behind the head, no, on the right. Oh, look at me."

To my point, I comb my hair trying to get it done with my hands, but I haven't subtly touched my sleeping habits.

"Excuse me."

I'll put in a word no and then try to stroke Mr. Shall's hair to fix his sleeping habits. Her height is about half as low as mine, a hundred and sixty or so?

"It's fixed. Come on, let's go."

I'll fix Mr. Shall's sleeping habits, and now he'll be ready. It's a mountain range that stands in front of you. I don't need to get to the top, but still, if I don't get a lot up, I can't get to the other side. Walk down the street towards the mountainside exit.

"Hmm?"

Mr. Shall's not coming? Looking back, I'm standing in front of the inn. If you look closely, your face is bright red.

"Mr. Shall, I'll leave you. And you haven't lost alcohol yet? Your face is red, isn't it dangerous to cross the mountain drunk?

"Ah, ah, ah"

"Ah?"

"It must be your fault!"

Sora, I'm the one who recommended alcohol, but I wouldn't be angry at anything bright red in the face.