Three years after D Genesis Dungeon

"Wow, that's an amazing feast"

Nakajima said so while setting up the equipment, looking at the number of people coming together.

"That Zero Monetary Sense guy, instead of paying for the venue rental, even paid for the hotel for the experimental participants, right? Naturally."

Cui said as he looked at the crowd of people with his hands stuck in his white pockets.

We all have D-Powers, and we're staying in Waldorf Astoria, but keep that on the shelf of our minds.

"NY is stupid expensive for hotels, so hey. But even if I gave you $400 a night for 1,000 people, it's $400,000. I'm going to pom 10 billion yen out of those people, so if it's that feeling, it's like an error. I was surprised that all catering services were free."

"Well, it'll be fun to join."

"I guess the event is more fun than having you cooperate with the experiment. There are a lot of measuring items to do... Oh, hold it down there for a second."

Cui said as he was told, holding down the cable.

"We just arrived on an employee trip. I'll give you two days to work with me at best."

"All six of us, we're only going to and from first class, and for part-time work, we're pretty cattle."

That's what Nakajima said with a bitter smile.

Hi! Are you guys Weissman's team?

It was a lean, dark blonde, slightly fat, pleasant looking man who wove his hoodie in his voice.

'That's right. And you?'

'I'm sorry I'm late to say hello. I'm the event manager, Dean-McNamara. Call me Dean. So, this is Paul-Atkins, the sub.'

The man introduced was a slightly saggy, slightly tall man with dark grey hair and grey eyes, who looked as old as McNamara.

"Hello! I was so excited last night, I couldn't sleep! Is this the stat device?

"I'm Midri-Narse, and the guy who's doing the mess there is Haluomi-Nakazima. I don't mind Midori and Hal."

Nakajima, who was introduced, greeted him after Tsui.

"Hi! Paul. Yes, this is the status."

"What, that Mierkundez? Spanish? '

So Nakajima explained to Paul, under the name Weissman gave him, that it was a word that introduced the buwer anthropomorphically.

'The name of the product, you take the acronym and simply call it SMD, though. Don't tell me what you mean.'

"Ha ha! Copy that!

"But it's spectacular when it's all about explorers."

As soon as Nakajima said that, Kick Ass and Hit Girl went across in front of him.

Nicely done costume inside.

"There are a lot of slightly different ones, though."

That's what I said, Dean shrugged his shoulder.

'Earlier, there was Spider-Man and Wolverine too,' said Paul.

'Cause the place is the same.' Cause there's the one you're mistaken for Comic-Con. Comic-Con says October. "

'Fair enough. Weissman tells me to enjoy it like a Seeker's festival. Yeah, it's good to have that kind of luxury, isn't it?

When Nakajima said so, Dean grinned and raised his arm, going hi-five with Nakajima.

'All right, I'll help you with anything today! Because I made a timetable based on the situation I wanted to measure and the timetable for the experiment.'

That said, Dean started a meeting with Nakajima.

When Cui gathered the other four, he told them to follow Nakajima's instructions and walked towards the entrance.

There, catering services lined up neatly, but the content was disorderly.

Anyway, if you're a Danish hot dog, there's a Mandarin Oriental catering service next to Nathan's stall. This would be unprecedented.

In the wide hall, there were other ornate lines of Viva Events and Clarendon Cuisine hors d 'oeuvres, wondering if the fruit was a tower at the Celestial Touch.

"If I did, I wouldn't have collected catering services all over NY."

Cui ordered the Nathan's dog, frightened, wondering what it would be like to buy two for three dollars and fifty cents, but six dollars and seventy-five cents. It was free today, of course.

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At Japanese time, as the late night date of the 23rd changed, we brought food and drinks into the living room, plus multiple laptops, to connect to the living room monitor.

In NY, it's time for the opening of the event at 10: 00 a.m. on the 23rd. The admission itself started about an hour ago and the official channels showed people enjoying catering services thoughtfully.

"A jet lag is a bad idea."

"Seniors, is it time for a hard time staying up late?

"Shut up. You're fine because you have a super recovery. Besides, I took a nap for once."

"It's hard to stay up late. Don't you deny your age?"

"I'm not wasting my time."

Sanhao laughed and connected to several channels.

Somehow, our line is being superbly enhanced for SMD. No matter how many videos I opened, nothing seemed to be wrong.

"Nakajima and the rest of the staff should be delivering to YouTube Live with wearable action cameras. Oh, this is a direct connection to the measuring device."

Sometimes, Nakajima and the others crossed the screen, supposedly configuring the device.

"Come to think of it, if you connect the parts you don't want to publish with a video call like skype, you can participate almost in real time? It's been a great time."

"There's nothing you can do about all this with dungeon technology."

"Totally."

When I was somehow immersed in a strange sense of security, Sanho showered cold water into it.

"Most of the time, Yoyogi warped me to BPTD (a dungeon on the western edge of Long Island), but I can go as soon as I can, NY."

"You know..."

But warp. Well, maybe it would be convenient if I could, but objectively, you're in the country, you know.

"That would be useful, but then again, don't you feel like it's being broken apart on the spot and reconfigured at the destination? in Factor D."

"If you're going to twist and connect the space, you're going to have an entrance and you're going to twist it. Reconstitution is a classic for metastases. Even the guy did, and the Star Trek - no, I feel like we've already been transferred from layer 31 to layer 1..."

"That's right..."

There is no denying that the garden may have been a spiritual world more than the Arsuls couldn't come after us, but there is no doubt that our very bodies, which were on the 31st floor, were thrown out to the 1st.

"So maybe we are, too, bodies reconstituted in Factor D. Maybe when he dies, he'll turn black light and disappear."

"That's going to be a novel end."

Trinity is snorting emotionally. This guy has a thick liver.

"Anyway, it's true that I experienced the transfer once... it's quite a philosophical proposition that I'm doing this here now, whether I'm the original me or the one made of Factor D"

"If, as Dr. Tyler said, identical beings are really created at the quantum level, unless something like soul exists apart from hardware, you can't distinguish between the original self and the self made with the D factor, and it's not significantly different from the simulation hypothesis"

"But, seniors,"

"What?

"If I can't tell the difference, is there any inconvenience in assuming it was me made of Factor D?

Inconvenient...... so much so that if you die, you might turn into a black light and not leave a body?

If you die in a hospital bed while no one is watching, going into the labyrinth is a sure way to get rid of the body.

Can I just say that if you die, you're dead, and for me, there's no world after that, and it doesn't matter at all if the body stays or not?

"If you say so, nothing in particular."

"Right. Until yesterday, the 2004 Opus One, whose tannins were milky smooth, will feel rough from today on, if something happens, it's a big problem."

"No, that was either grabbed fake or it just sucked to save"

When I laughed bitterly, I heard gunshots and screams from the official channel live screen.

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The man, with a strangely giddy gaze, looked around slightly as he fell.

That's how, with the look I had in mind, I was walking around looking at others, holding something cloth-wrapped luggage like it mattered.

"Hey, is that old man okay?

'Hmm? Isn't that some kind of cosplay?

'No, I thought I'd cosplay... of what the hell?

"Me, I used to see a skinny pruning guy in a Japanese comic book with naked upper body cos, only his pants and his left arm under his right hand."

"What's that?

'Come on. The doctor said this, wandering around... it was refreshing to me, but I was pretty much taking it around'

"That's a sanctuary, I don't know why. So, that one too?

"I'm sure it's just one comic per Marvel, cosplay of a guy wandering around the old Bugi Down?

"He's a maniac."

As soon as he said that, the man knelt, letting him also put his foot on his knees as if he had stumbled on something.

Maybe he's really not feeling well. The two men, who thought so and looked at each other, ran to the man.

"Hey, you okay?"

"It's their fault. We have to get rid of the pests."

"What?

"Is it the character in the story about going to Mars to take down a cockroach?

"Even you, you have to be here!

The man opened the cloth of the luggage he had in his hand and removed the automatic small gun from inside.

'Hey! It won't be stylish to make it a cosplay prop!

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"Didn't you hear anything right now?

Nakajima, who was finishing the setup and resting, said so looking at the entrance.

"Like a gunshot..."

That's what the edges said, and the screaming on the table was at the same time.

Nakajima jumped out of the chair, like a springy doll, checking the staff, but only Tsui wasn't there.

"What about the director?!?

"Just now, towards the table..."

Nakajima, hearing that, looked back at the table.

"Cui!"

And Nakajima, who shouted so, rushed out to the surface.

"Cui?"

The edge cut his neck for a moment, but if not the other way around, he grabbed a line that was connected to Sanho.

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"Sanhao! Something about gunfire and screaming!

"Ah, a plane maniac"

"No! I just like to ride...... and by the way!

"Please calm down. I also checked the official channel and the action camera footage of Nakajima."

The official channel footage, shown on the living room monitor, showed a man with an automatic small gun on the stairs at the entrance to the venue and a participant watching it or running away on a faraway roll.

"You can actively use the emergency potion you are handing over, so follow the injured person"

"Ri, roger!

Sanho said with a sigh as the plane maniac disappeared from the screen.

"It's an American gun society, too."

"If that's what you're saying."

"Even so, you can't do anything from here. It's in the middle of NY, so the cops will be here soon, and they won't be easy to do because they're all explorers. I also give you a few potions per employee, so I'm sure you'll be fine if you don't die instantly..."

The man on the screen seemed to be screaming something.

I'm excited and I can't hear you very well, but apparently, the Seeker is making a claim to invade this country or something, and the Seeker told me to get out of America.

"This old man. Did the Seeker do something to you?

"It would be unusual to hit Hate against the entire Seeker."

At that time, a man in a green full-body suit stood in front of a man with a gun. Like an American hero.

"What are you?

Before a man who was too confident, the man with the gun looked suspicious and asked so.

"With no power come no responsibility? Except, that wasn't true."

When the man in the suit says so, the blurring spreads among the people who hear it.

I was too able to see Spider-Man on the same screen. (* 1)

"Hey, that, isn't it dangerous!?

"Seniors, these people are all explorers. If it's high status, it's not as good as turning on the radiation, and I think I'm confident that I said what I'm talking about."

"It's Kick Ass, right?

"This dasai green suit is impossible, isn't it?"

"No, what's a dasai... even worse if it's going to work anyway, isn't it? That, the protagonist is extremely weak, and he says he's 'powerless' himself in the first place?!

As I glanced at the screen while I was annoyed, a man with a gun tried to point the muzzle at the man in the green suit with the face of what this guy was talking about.

At that time, suddenly, a woman with purple hair jumped out of the side, kicked up the muzzle, put away the gun, and kicked the killer with a backward kick.

Before the murderer who struck him more and more, he said, in a royal manner.

"OK, you cunts. Let's see what you can do now."

At that moment, cheers are raised simultaneously from around.

"Kick Ass has a hit girl."

"Ma'am?

That was the famous dialogue of the hit girl she was dressed for.

However, Japanese has no proper translation. Is it about "lady"? "You bastard"? You can't pronounce that. Oh, can I say "[Pea] Bastard"?

"C-word (* 2) buried, isn't it? And you can see Sony put out the NG."

"Eany... Meany... Miney... Mo"

"This way, too."

"No, there's only one killer" (* 3)

When she finished the subject's inquisition, she took out the gun, which seemed to have a long silencer stuck to it, and pointed it at the killer's man, who was lagging behind while sitting down.

"Hey!"

I raised my voice unexpectedly, but at the next moment the killer's forehead was growing a short dart arrow with a sucker tip.

At the same time cheering simultaneously from around again, several men were jumping at the killer and tying him to a wrap around with a robe.

"Tell you what, it's like a Superman rally where ordinary people come in with guns, this"

"Anyway, I'm glad you didn't take care of it. No matter how many Explorers you hit, you could die."

The first man to come out of the green suit was picking up an automated pistol that had been kicked off and hanging the safety, deciding to combine a purple-haired woman with a high-five-burrow five.

In official live footage, a Nakajima-like man must have used the potion on a woman he thought had been shot and injured. There was a glimpse of him being kissed thankfully.

Nakajima cameras had her face copied out in do-up, so I'm pretty sure it was him.

"Uh, Mr. Nakajima. This is a case."

"What's that?

"Senior Tsui Tsuki-kun will get a treat later, won't he?"

"Oh, is that the relationship between those two?

"Somehow, don't you feel that way?

"No, even if they say they won't..."

"Fair enough, seniors see more. Please feed your eyes"

The policeman who arrived a short time later was called by the participants. The injured were already at full speed and a few were under circumstance levy, but the event seemed to continue intact.

The one wielding the automatic small gun broke in and kept going... the world is wide.

"No, I think it's just this event."

The TV of the USA that day was held together in the story of the advent of American heroes and the Explorer event.

As a result, the Explorer's heroic fever spreads across the border.