"Hey, Carol and Chem get along. Gums aren't silent and we'll do something."

A man muttering at the PC display, the only light source, in a dim room.

She wasn't angry, she seemed to be laughing.

Up and down sweatshirts that haven't changed for days, on ragged hair that hasn't been brushed for many years. He doesn't smell because he enters the bath every day and changes his underwear, but he won't mind if he smells bad.

PC and desk in the room. And a bookshelf filled with comics and Ranobe. A futon that is left all year round. There is a dumbbell in the corner of the room.

The man slept when the sun rose, and began to work when the sun began to set, but recently getting up early has become a habit.

That's all due to his crazy game, Village of Fate.

Since he started the game, he has been immersed in the game, spending most of his daily time on game time.

The display shows the people who make the village by cutting through the rich forest.

A lot of characters working hard on a really realistic game screen. He was a very high-performance AI and had a lot of conversation patterns, and he had hardly seen the same lines except for greetings.

"Everyone, the oracle has descended today."

When a beautiful woman in priesthood uniform opens the shining Bible, villagers come to her.

"Everyone, let's do our best all day today"

The man smiled at them, despite knowing that their voice could not reach, seemed happy.