Three years after D Genesis Dungeon

When I opened my eyes it was black there.

... I thought you slept with me now. So this is a dream?... is it black next to the sky? A flashy Russian girl in leopard clothes is going to say SE GLOKE.

But being able to think like this, is this a clear dream? That's the first time you've experienced it.

Clear dreams are dreams that you try to realize as dreams. And they can control that somewhat...... but what the hell is this place?

The moment I thought about it that way, there was a sign floating in front of me written in white letters.

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| STAIRS UP |

| TAKE THEM (Y/N)? |

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"What, this?

White letters are floating around because it's a dream. It's called Y/N. Where's the keyboard?

I couldn't move, even if I tried to ignore the sign. Sounds like a modal dialog.

I had no choice, so when I tried to touch that sign, the indicated N was highlighted.

Sounds like a choice for a VR.

Yet the notation is CUI-style or something.

When I tapped N as it was, my signature disappeared and the space opened up like a screen of retro games in front of me.

"It's a wireframe!?

Take a step and then look back, there's the ceiling? There was a white square painted on the apparent place.

It seemed like a world of labyrinth exploration games, no matter what you might think, written in PASCAL a long time ago. That said, even if that's the case, I only know an overview, so I can't help it.

I turned back to where I was before I moved, and now I went up the stairs quietly.

It's a fool's thing to wander around unprepared. Most upstairs, though not necessarily a safe place.

That's how you went up the stairs, on the ground? It was.

A large Western-style castle is built in front of you. Apparently, this is like a castle town surrounded by walls.

Still, it was a world of black backgrounds and white lines, full of retro feeling, but anyway, I only found out that there were liquors and inns, plus temples and shops.

"But what am I supposed to do with this?

I may have an adventure if I think about it normally, but I don't really like it. If you start without even reading the manual, it won't be a big deal. Especially in dawn games.

Well, it's a dream, so I hope you like it...

No, the three-good one had a strong theory about taking the disc out when he was dying, but no matter what you think, there's no way the disc can be taken out of this world. What a meta story.

"If I had a sandwich, I'd be familiar with it..."

As a Japanese familiarity, the game was crowded, but somehow the PS2 was released by the time I went to junior high school.

In the sense of a new one, FF starts with 8, and biology starts with 3. Drake is from 7, and Zelda is from Mujra.

I had no choice but to scratch my head and open the door to the tavern marked G.

It would be Theory in this world of hands to listen to those there for now. Can I hang out with my dreams as much as that?

"Is that it, seniors?

But there he was, an unexpected man.

"What? Three good? What are you doing here?

There the three good of the day sat in a chair painted with a wire frame.

Clothes are usually Yoyogi Dungeon Attack Costumes. What a convenience. That's my dream.

If a trinity like Emily Hartwood from Alone in the Dark sat around, which I used to see in magazines, I would freak out just fine. Anyway, the polygon count is only around 140.

"Why didn't your senior call you?

Really? Does this mean you control your dreams?

"So there's Arsuls, too?

"Yes, I am."

From his three good feet, Cavus gave him a head.

"Really..."

Since Arsuls could not exist in a 31-layer garden, the possibility that this corresponded to the garden created by the dungeon was almost gone.

It must still be my dream. Though the world would be in havoc if the most unknown thing happened to me being taken to a dungeon without me knowing it on my bed at home.

Well, whatever happens, it's a dream, and I decided to blame everything on the dream, and I asked her.

"So, what do we do now?

"Senior...... that's what I'd like to hear"

The trick my brain created, if you ask me, is for me to be here. What I'd like to hear is why they called me, I'm sure she's the one.

Besides, since it's my dream, the trinity in front of me should just be talking lines that my brain thinks she'd be like this. If you say it, you can call it the ultimate self-question.

"Should I attack something like this game?

"I don't know the rules, though"

"Isn't this hand game mostly about exorcising the boss character in the deepest part of the dungeon?

"These days the game has been twisted."

When I looked around, I spread my hand and pointed at them.

"I don't care what you think. It's not recent."

Sancho said, shaking his finger in front of his face, chipping.

"Senior, if this is a game, it's a full dive VR, no matter what. It's the technology of the future!

Yeah, well, depending on the way you look at it... but the technology used, as opposed to BC, has already been around since the time of the human outbreak. Probably.

Either way, that's the only thing I like about building a wireframe world with a full-dive VR, I'm sure.

"Well, if this is really a senior dream, you don't have to do anything to wake the senior up and it's all settled."

"That's right."

"He's a little less entertaining to kill time, though."

Three good, but I looked around and said so.

Saying it's a tavern doesn't seem to have any other guests. When I sat awfully down on the wireframe chair ('cause it wasn't going to break), I said, "How am I going to do that?"

"What? Sit down and go to sleep, you'll wake up soon"

When someone didn't know the situation asked, I put a cheek wand on the wireframe table, thinking it was a confusing line.

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"No, take an adventure!

Behind the door leading to the tavern's kitchen, Isabella, who was watching how they were doing, was accidentally putting a penetration into how the two were too unmotivated.

Nightmare is a skill that is dominated by creating dream environments and settings.

After creating it, in order to manipulate that dream, Isabella herself had to appear in that dream to have an active influence.

Most importantly, Isabella doesn't have to be a person to appear. It's a good part of my dream to be anything. That's how you find what you don't want to be known, hidden in the back of a man's heart.

And I wonder what's going on with that guy.

A man, in his dreams, creates a world of sorts, and mostly acts like one. At least until now it has been.

Yet you sleep in your dreams until you wake up in real life, completely disregarding the environment provided? It's like a development that's going to lead to a dream of a butterfly, but I no longer know what that means. Is it already dead? Though you still look young.

Nevertheless, we have to manage to invite them to an adventure and have them pick up a pinch in the dungeon.

The brain activity of a sleeping person is relatively simple.

If this man knows Phantom, if he gets pinched in the dungeon, he's bound to create Phantom. Just like the woman who said the three good ones there were created.

I also thought that I would become Phantom and come into contact with them, but at any rate, Phantom has almost zero information. I didn't even need to know what the details looked like.

Dream time is finite and short. We have to do something soon.

It is no joke that you will always be lying in bed in a small apartment room in Japan.

She never stood up.

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With my cheeks on my cheeks and eyes closed, I opened my eyes and raised my face to the sound of the wooden door creeping.

Then there was a sloppy, out-of-place voice echoing our only world.

"Welcome -"

There stood a beautiful little girl in an apron, who looked about twelve years old. There's so much in the wrong place.

"... what about you?

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Damn, you must have been really glad you looked like this, huh?

If David's guy is Japanese, the usual type like me is pulled. Because if you're a little girl, you'll be able to blend right in... isn't the investigation sweet on the scammer's part?

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I put a tight smile on my heart, and I saw a girl with a cotton neck, and Sanko stared at me with a jit eye.

"Hey, what's with those eyes?"

"The most beautiful young girls who appear in the fantasy world are mostly demon kings, or even if they don't, the most powerful characters are set for the market. Is that what you're paying women in the city where it started? Isn't that strange?

"You don't! You happen to get along with the girl who helped you, and then you regularize with your sister Pozi, you know what?!

"Senior...... that's my hobby"

Wait a minute. It was a good idea to talk to you! Misunderstood too, that.

"This is a tavern where adventurers gather, right? Yet how about an employee being a young girl? It's against the First Child Welfare Act. Please change it. Change."

"No, I don't care if you tell me that..."

"What are you talking about, senior? This is where seniors dream, isn't it? I mean, I created this character too..."

"Not to mention that I don't have that hobby!

Beautiful little girl who helps her mother and works hard as a waitress in a liquor store...... no, it just won't be there.

For the most part, there are a lot of abused and healthy people who try their best to do a little chore or pick their own flowers and sell them without getting them properly hired.

"I'm sure you'd like it if I called you"

"There's no way, is there?!

A young girl who heard it opened her mouth with her neck tilted.

"Stay... honey?

"Here!"

"Chi, no!

Toddler girl there, don't do anything extra!

"Looking back, you were kind of suspicious even when Monica"

"Did you jump on fire?! Oh, yes, sin!

Hey, if you think calmly, this exchange itself is like playing alone...... I kind of feel more pinched than I did when Enkai.

But in your dreams, can you lie to yourself?...... so you don't even realize it yourself but you have such a preference for me?!

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What are you doing, these guys?

But here, this town is a city of adventurers, so just go on an adventure, how suspicious it would be to get out of nowhere...

In view of what this woman is saying, it seems that being in this place doesn't in itself make sense when you look like a child.

But to create a second character, you may not have enough energy... there's only one thing left, this kid decides to freeze to make an adult appear. I have to move it at the same time to figure it out...

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"That's weird. What are you doing at the store?"

With that said, from the door where the beautiful little girl came out, her sister, whose body line was blatantly out in Boncubbon, appeared as she raised her hair.

"This is it, this! Yeah, yeah. I knew a female character showing up in a place like this had to be a luscious beauty!

Sanko nodded satisfactorily saying so.

"And 'I can trust you, but I can't trust you' settles into that kind of relationship."

"So where does that image of you come from?

"And she can be someone close to the mastermind!

Sanho pointed at her in a stunning pose that seemed like a writing letter that Bissy would say.

She made her face snap, as if she had been pointed at a star.

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Hey, why are you finding out?!

No way this guy created it, Weissman in his dreams has appraisal skills too, right?!

No, that's just such a stupid thing...

If she were to use the appraisal, it would only be when the man, in the situations where she thinks she would use the appraisal, and when the results of using the appraisal are as far as he can assume.

And once the appraisal results are presented, even if it's wrong, the world itself must change so that it's true.

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"Hmm, you want some more graphics"

Trinity, who was observing her with her hands on her chin, unfortunately said so.

"Are you sure?"

With such an exchange, a beautiful woman put her hand on her hips and made a troubled line, saying it like she was angry.

"Don't you dare. You're annoying other guests."

I looked around by accident.

"We don't have any other customers... do we?

I got anxious and ended up asking a good question.

I thought there might be a lot of adventurers in this place just because they can't see from us.

"At least, you don't look like me"

"That's right."

"As for the NPC-like conversation, yes."

"I see."

"This is a tavern, so I just want you to throw a party and go out on a dungeon offense."

Boulder NPC. When you're only listening to words, you don't know what you're talking about.

The tavern's a place to drink and eat, isn't it?

"Isn't a tavern a place to drink?

"Wiz, that was the place to party. Where to see more status"

"Is that what it is? Food and drink?"

"I can't."

"Doesn't make any sense at all."

"Fair enough, seniors. It means about where people get together."

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Oh, my God, they don't listen to people!

Ugh! Stage one is running out of time!

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"You guys are a lot more optimistic, but haven't you ever thought about how time flies differently here?

The woman said that while revealing her frustration.

"Different passages of time?

"The world in my dreams is set to flow a lot faster than the real world."

"It's a setup."

They should wake you up to the glass in the afternoon anyway, but if a year goes by in this, it's a different story.

Doing nothing and staying here will be painful even for a few days. Anyway, there are only lines here. Alone, there is a limit to doing the "How to do it" trick.

But...

"How do you know that the characters in your dreams are in your dreams?

"I can recognize you, too, so I hope it's not strange if she recognizes you. One brain at a time."

"Hmm. I guess... I guess so. Something seems a little different..."

I glanced at her.

She doesn't look familiar. Is it really the shape that my brain has created?

"Anyway, if you are adventurers too, do what the King tells you to do!

"The King? Is there a Mad Overlord Trevor here too?"

"Well, you can see the castle. I know it's not weird to be there."

"Hmm. Here, what do you think would happen if I told you I wasn't an adventurer?

"In the code of the world, all characters are adventurers, I'm sure."

"Code..."

That sounds like a good idea.

Still, it seems like she wants us to go on an adventure.

"Her attitude, what do you think?

"If this is a senior's dream, and the seniors' unconsciousness is creating her, does the seniors' unconsciousness mean that seniors will have trouble if they don't go on an adventure"

"Why?"

"There's no way consciousness can recognize what you do unconsciously."

Is that true? Unconscious consciousness means unconscious consciousness, so if you can recognize it, you're not already unconscious.

"Chicken first or egg first, that's kind of the story."

"It's eggs. Definitely."

"Why?

"Chickens' lay 'eggs, but eggs' become 'chickens."

An egg from something turned into a chicken. Something won't suddenly mutate into a chicken.

"Are you saying that if you go back in the evolution process, it will be every bit obvious"

"Sort of."

The luscious woman was already shivering in fullness and anger, like a comedy.

It's just getting a little more interesting to derail and tease, but you're getting pathetic.

"I have no choice, I sound like an idiot to be put on the dream itself, but do you want to attack the dungeon? This is an experience, too."

"I hope the item can be brought back to reality"

"No, you can't do that"

Anyway, there's nothing else to do, there's going to be some offense. If you think it's the same dungeon, it's also for real practice...... no, it won't.

I've thought about collaborative practice, but even if experience accumulates, I'm the only target.

"So, what happens when you die? Could we just get out of here?

"If someone survives, won't they be resurrected in the temple? If it's a whiz, it can get ashed or lost, though."

"What happens if they all die or lose?

"I can't help it. The data is par. There won't have been."

I don't think my dreams will reproduce that, but it's too dangerous to see what happens if I lose it. It's impossible to unplug the disk anyway.

"No, it's a classic story that death in a game leads to real life death,"

Trinity looked serious and said disturbing things.

Yeah, well, this guy's the guy I tell you about at times like this.

"... should I be careful not to die"

Copy that, sir.

The luscious beauty looked relieved and stood in the same place.

If I created that, is that what I like? Um, I don't know.

"Hey, three good. I have something to worry about."

"What? I kind of have a bad feeling about it though."

"What happens if I prank you to NPC?

"Seniors..."

Sancho, after piercing me with what are you talking about? I sighed, ha, and I couldn't seem to help myself, just said, "Go ahead." You mean try it.

If it's murder or rape, Karma's going to fall back, or Guard's coming and he's going to be arrested...

When I approached her once, I reached out to grab that splendid breast puffiness.

At that moment, her right hand, which opened her eyes to surprise, struck me by the speed of sound.

At the same time that the creepy bursting sound bursts, oh, here's what happens. That's my dream, and I was thinking stupid things like that.

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"Ha..."

Isabella suddenly opened her eyes as she exhaled her troubled breath and drew her body with a vicun on the bed.

"otsukare-sama"

Soon David, who was sitting loosely at Eames Lounge, placed at the foot of the bed, spinning words he could not hear.

"What's that?

Isabella woke up half of her body and checked her current time on the watch, to re-dive in eighty minutes.

"It seems to be a Japanese word for wandering someone. That's a magical word you can use at any time in any situation. '

"What is it?"

That being said, she deposited her body in Garnite III of Dosari and Seeley. This mattress was brought in by her who likes the softness of being enveloped.

Metal springs are difficult to recycle? That's just an argument. It is possible to handle it properly. Just a hassle. That's how the hassle wasn't what she found out.

"I wonder why France doesn't have a nice bedmaker" (* 1)

"I guess there was demand because there are more big variants in America. If so, there's a manufacturer in Japan called France Bed. '

"What is it?"

Looking at Isabella, who looked tired, David was checking the demonic crystals placed on his pillow.

Quite a bit of consumption, if the explanation I've heard so far is correct, proof of a great deal of involvement in my dreams.

Something wrong?

"Nothing. Just enough to make sure that no matter how harmless you look, a man is a man."

Did you even get pushed down? I didn't know what that meant, but for David, that didn't matter if it wasn't trouble.

"You're in stage one?

"Sort of."

The depth of sleep is divided into four stages by the measurement of EEG. One of these days between Awakening and Stage One is Rem Sleep.

What Isabella is referring to as the wavelength is the length that repeats lem sleep and non lem sleep. Typically, lem sleep and non-rem sleep are repeated in cycles of about 80 to 110 minutes. (* 2)

"Nightmare" can only make up dreams while the subject is in Rem sleep. And if the subject was dreaming first, he couldn't interfere with it. The world of dreams is an early winner.

So it was very important to know when lem sleep would start. Because in order to make up a dream, the subject had to interfere while he was not dreaming.

As such, when the subject reached stage one, she was drawn out of the world of dreams.

"So?"

'For once, I think I could have conditioned... that man, very cautious - no, aren't you lazy?

"Why?"

"If you're aware that you're in your dreams properly and you sleep without doing anything, you'll wake up one of these days," he said.

"The one called Clarity Dream? But the Japanese thought it would be an adventurous race if we gave them a situation like that."

"Aren't you a little sweet on the investigation? It would be just kids like that. When I grow up, I can't bother playing games. '

"That just means the game won't take long, though I think the game itself is an element that tickles deep into humanity"

"You sound like a con man."

Anyway, the scam is conge (...) - (...) m (...). (* 3)

"The men's and women's runs are similar, aren't they?

Having said that, and after a few thoughts, convinced that was also true, she got up with a snort and headed to the dining room for an easy meal.

Eighty minutes from now, there will be that. How to push and how to engage. Unusual on her own, she was starting to think seriously at no time.