The Tutorial Is Too Hard

[Stay for at least 3 hours.]

[Trial of the Gateway will begin in 30 seconds.]

Curiosity increases.

Upon entering the first floor, the boss room knew the theme right away.

However, the second-floor boss room is hard to predict.

What kind of trials will there be?

Will the poison, heat, and cold reappear on the second floor?

Oh, yeah?

I do not see a message indicating the current time.

You won't even give me time to hang on.

As I was rolling my head hard, the voice of the message rang out.

[The trial of the Gateway begins.]

[endure your most painful times.]

Painful memories.

Do I have to endure the pain in my past memories?

Most of my most painful memories have to do with tutorials.

I was thinking of it as a tutorial for shooting arrows on a far-fetched day, but a fairly high dimensional trap appeared.

You lower your stance and stay close to the waiting room portal, just in case.

I don't have to give up if I get distracted and return to the waiting room through the portal, but most of all, my life is precious to me.

There's a lifeline you can see, but if you don't grab it, you're an idiot.

Whether the trials are about to begin, you hear a roar.

And then I blacked out for a while.

Three or five seconds? I was out of my mind for a short time.

What the hell?

My body hardens with tension.

This is the kind of attack I can't handle.

In my head full of complex thoughts, video, or fantasy, began to come to me.

It's like having two eyes.

Standing in the bosom, standing in the body's vision and in the fantasy world.

And they both feel vivid.

What the hell?

Some kind of psychological attack?

I focused on the physical field of view.

The waiting room portal is still in front of me.

You can go back anytime.

I focused on the vision in my head with the courage coming from that conviction.

Soon I was able to realize my situation in the illusion.

First trap on the first floor of the tutorial.

We're closing in on that trap.

It's my memory from back then.

As expected, this is my most painful memory.

Break the shield and blade, grabbing and trembling, going one step at a time.

I was shaking like that.

I feel the same fear and anxiety at the time.

It's like I'm possessed by the past.

The sensation, the state of emotion at the time really came alive…….

Puck-

Arrows are embedded in the shield.

I didn't notice at all.

The third arrow is cluttered... and the last one is stuck in the ankle.

I feel terrible, really terrible pain in my ankle.

And I realized...

Pain is pain that is felt in the absence of pain resistance.

The excruciating pain felt without pain resistance was mixed with the emotions of those days, such as fear, despair, and regret.

It's as vivid as if I've actually been shot with an arrow.

Hmm... It really hurts...

Ugh... What hurts is pain.

When did it ever hurt?

I can endure this much pain even if I don't have pain tolerance skills.

Pain resistance skills do not reduce your pain.

Should I just repeat this for three hours?

I'm disappointed.

I endured the agony of the vision in the grave.

Rather, it was harder for me to see myself screaming and crying than pain.

As I was crying, I saw myself crawling back to the waiting room, and suddenly my vision stopped.

What are you doing, man?

After a while, the vision reopened.

This time it's the landscape on the second floor.

I lit a fire in the corner of the waiting room portal…….

Ah, it's a memory of a time when you were committing self-harm a few days ago.

The blade that was hanging on the fire is quite red.

As I stabbed the inside of my leg with a hot, burning knife, I felt a pain with the sound of ripe flesh.

It is an effective way to develop pain resistance, penetration resistance, bleed resistance, and burn resistance all at once.

In the vision, I was smiling faintly.

You look crazy to me. Hahahaha.

Again, I felt pain without filtering out pain tolerance.

It's quite fresh.

At that time, I had already put up quite a tolerance for pain, so I did not feel this much pain without filtration.

This is also a good experience.

Seeing me in a vision like watching a movie, the illusion stopped again.

I felt embarrassed somewhere.

[The God of Adventure is embarrassed to see you.]

Why is he so interested in me?

The message earlier told me to endure my most painful time.

It's worth it, isn't it?

The vision started again.

In this vision, I looked pretty young.

Remember before you came to the tutorial?

Young I was in uniform.

That's a middle school uniform or a high school uniform.

Soon I realized the horrific situation I was in in the fantasy.

In the middle of a school hall of hundreds of people, I was standing face to face with a girl in uniform.

It was me in the second grade of middle school.

Oh, my God.

No, no, no.

Don't.

Oh, come on.

Don't.

The eyes of curious students looking at me.

A girl who is embarrassed.

I am trying to bring out the prepared words while trembling.

In the middle of a loud auditorium, I finally brought out the words I had prepared and prepared in my fantasy.

[I like it. Go out with me.]

Thunderous blasts and screams.

A girl who can't seem to connect her words in the middle and then sits down and bursts into tears.

I'm staring at the white face.

This is the worst black history of my life.

Ugh.

Aaaaahhhh.

It feels like the pork belly is twisting.

It is so painful that it can't be compared to the two previous visions.

Damn it.

Does it remind you of memories that were physically painful?

Do I have to remind you of this? You bastards!

I feel the blood in my mouth because I was surprised that I bit my tongue.

By the way, one of the students in the auditorium shot that proposal on his cell phone, and it became widely known to the gaming community after I became a professional gamer.

Ugh...

The illusion stopped for a moment, and a new illusion began again.

This vision... Shit, shit.

I really didn't want to think about it.

I can still feel the blood draining from my face.

... You have to endure this for 3 hours?

In the vision, I stood listening to the sound of a shout.

At my father's funeral.

* * *

Uaek

I emptied my insides once, but the rumbling didn't stop.

I wiped off the nose, saliva, or tears with my sleeve.

This vision is not something that can be avoided simply by turning your eyes or closing them.

It's regenerating in my head.

This inevitable vision continued to show my memories related to my father.

It shows me the memory of my father over and over again as if I had finally found my weakness.

You vicious bastards.

What happened in my head the day before my father died was regenerated.

Rage against this damn trap soon vanished, filled with regret, despair, self-esteem and guilt.

[Don't you think it's time to stop playing that game?]

One day, he called me and told me he was looking for me, and I ran into the room, and he said that.

That powerless word of my father messed with my head.

Haven't you thought about how hard I fight and obsess and how important it is and how hard I try?

For once.

Father, you don't know how your hospital bills are being paid.

Does he still look like a kid who wants to do what I want to do?

I was angry with my father as if he had played enough.

My father was angry with me.

Eventually, the conversation ran parallel lines and ended with the worst outcome.

And the next day, I got a call that my father died in surgery.

Why the hell did you tell me that the day before surgery?

Why didn't you tell me about the surgery?

At that time, I couldn't care less.

My sister thought the surgery went wrong because I had a big fight with my father the day before the surgery.

At the funeral, I couldn't make any excuses to my sister who was yelling and swearing at me and crying.

That's what I thought.

Because of me.

I couldn't get out of the dungeons of guilt.

From that day on, my life began to break slowly.

Grab the knife that was on the ground with your trembling hands.

I stabbed the blade into my thigh with all my might.