The Supporting Characters in the Game Have Become Obsessed Chapter 14

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Chapter 14: Classic Ga Enthusiasts (1)

Magic in this world is essentially a declining discipline.

When I moved into this house, I didn’t introduce myself as a “mage” to the neighbors.

The reason was clear.

Claiming to be a mage in an era where magic is gradually disappearing seed quite pitiful.

If you ask what it feels like, it was very similar to introducing oneself as a graduate student.

The only difference is that graduate students have hope for the future, whereas mages have no hope, just a re existence.

In a world where elves smoke cigarettes, orcs shoot guns, and dwarves wear tactical exosuits to rob gold vaults, it’s inevitable that the perception of mages has been shattered.

In fact, most of the mages I’ve seen in this world tended to be like that.

Rather than calling them mages, it was more fitting to call them “frauds.”

Therefore,

It was quite natural that I didn’t want to be a mage.

But I didn’t have many choices.

Even a few steps would make my heart race wildly, and if I got even a single injury, I’d have to take antibiotics.

I wasn’t as physically strong as to tear concrete with my bare hands, nor did I have any special abilities or intelligence to excel in hacking.

The world shouted at that there was only the path of a mage for .

(Actually, it was a character I chose for so reason.)

I did try shooting guns a lot,

But I couldn’t handle anything beyond a sidearm.

I wasn’t completely useless, having so experience in shooting as a military man.

It’s just that the people around were mostly world-class shooters like Catherine or Andrea… even *Drake, whose main position was hacking, was much better at shooting than .

[*Derck will be changed to Drake]

In the end, the only option left for was to be a mage.

But there was another problem.

Though I could know from the character setup before entering the ga that I had exceptional magical talent,

I had not a single person around who could teach magic.

When I first landed in this world, I was even in a garbage dump.

And considering it took several years to get out of there, the problem was quite serious.

During my ti in the dump, I pondered and pondered.

How could I learn magic?

Luckily, the answer was right nearby.

I thought of it and logged into Net Space to find my longti ntor.

I plan to say hello.

『Real Mage Channel in the Machine Age』

15 subscribers · 128 videos

…The sadness of a profession without expertise is evident.

You can see it just by looking at this video channel.

To , it was a precious channel that saved my life.

But to the people of the world, it was just a trash channel that provided unnecessary information.

I left a greeting comnt about how well I was learning and using what I had learned.

It’s already been several years since no new video was uploaded.

And there hadn’t been any response (likes, comnts) from the channel creator, my ntor, to the comnts I left.

I felt quite sad about that fact.

* * *

As I’ve ntioned before, my hobby is gaming.

I used to enjoy virtual reality gas quite a bit.

But since Eve took up most of my data capacity, I haven’t had much chance to play for a long ti.

I did order a high-spec data module through delivery, but I don’t know when it will arrive.

It’s like the delivery truck was attacked by orc bandits on its way here.

So today, as usual, I logged into the classic ga I used to play (based on cyberpunk standards).

The ga’s graphics were similar to those of a ga where the *Alliance and the Horde fought in my past life.

[*World of Warcraft reference.]

As I logged into the ga, the quiet scenery of a village appeared on the monitor.

In fact, not just this village, but the whole ga seed quiet.

Even looking at the corners of the screen, there were no chat logs coming up.

Just frozen NPCs sending out repetitive ssages filled the screen.

Well, it was obvious.

Who would enjoy playing such a trash ga?

Even for , it’s like eating pineapple pizza out of nostalgia for my hotown.

Looking at the ga’s website made the reasons even clearer.

First of all, it’s been a long ti since the updates stopped.

I don’t know why they haven’t shut down the service yet and are still operating the ga servers.

In my opinion, the number of players has probably dropped to double digits by now.

…But so what?

As long as I enjoy it.

I kept tapping the jump key unnecessarily.

My character, with low-quality motion, jumped into the air on the screen.

Ugh, this trashy control.

I never felt this way in the cyberpunk world.

I’m really grateful that they made a ga like this.

As I wandered around the village, I spotted one userna.

Considering there weren’t many people wandering around, seeing a moving user was quite refreshing.

[ RabbitArcher (Archer) ]

…Where have I seen this userna before?

Who was it?

“Ah.”

Without realizing it, I exclaid aloud.

It ca to .

That guy who snatched my hunting spot and PK’d , RabbitArcher (Punk).

I was montarily angry.

But then I decided to forgive him with an open heart.

It’s hard to play when you make enemies in a ga where there are only a few players.

Just the fact that he’s still playing the ga without quitting was enough for to forgive him.

…

By the way, this person isn’t a noble either.

I wonder if they’re also a private security guard (rcenary) like .

Actually, now that I think about it, it’s still a bit early on a weekday afternoon to be playing gas.

It’s not like I have any special circumstances like .

It’s quite fascinating to see soone enjoying gas so diligently.

I had a good idea.

I moved my character briskly. The destination is the direction where the RabbitArcher is.

[Translator – Peptobismol]

[ImARealMage (Warrior): Hi]

I’m not sure if they rember or not.

First of all, as a precaution, I sent a greeting chat just in case. If RabbitArcher rembers and starts swearing (using inappropriate language), I’m planning to run away imdiately.

The character of RabbitArcher, who seed to be lurking silently, moved.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): What?]

Alright, not exactly lurking.

But this response was good enough.

It seed like he didn’t rember my character.

That’s the nature of people who play this ga.

Regardless of kindness, if soone starts chatting, they always respond no matter the situation.

Maybe because newbies are precious to the ga.

Anyway, I checked RabbitArcher’s response and continued chatting.

[ImARealMage (Warrior): Looks like we’re in similar level ranges. Want to party up?]

I tried to chat as politely as possible.

For your information, this level of politeness is considered polite on Net Space.

[ImARealMage (Warrior): It’s hard to hunt as a Warrior dummy class. Help, please.]

Lastly, I aid to evoke sympathy.

I didn’t have high expectations since being an archer is a noble profession, but RabbitArcher’s response was surprisingly quick.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Sure]

[ImARealMage (Warrior): Oh, thank you.]

He didn’t reject (Warrior) as a party mber?

This guy definitely seems different from before.

Maybe he was an alright guy after all.

After that, it was very cozy.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Tank well.]

[ImARealMage (Warrior): Yes.]

How can a warrior be weaker than an archer?

I died once.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Manage aggro well.]

[ImARealMage (Warrior): Yes.]

Fortunately, there was a system to revive party mbers.

After that, I died three more tis.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Just stay behind.]

[ImARealMage (Warrior): Understood, sir.]

I realized.

The fact is, being a warrior is a trashy class.

Maybe I should’ve just been a mage here too.

Eventually, when the ti ca to finish hunting,

Even though it wasn’t intentional, I looked like I’d been beaten up.

My warrior’s pride was slightly torn, but it’s okay.

Experience gain speed as a warrior was more important than my pride as a warrior.

But feeling slightly sorry for being beaten up unilaterally.

[ImARealMage (Warrior): I’ll stop here for today. It’s getting late.]

Maybe he wants to send away too.

But you couldn’t easily let a newbie go, could you…?

I’ll leave the party myself….

While I was dealing with the expulsion alone.

RabbitArcher (Archer) typed a chat ssage.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Next ti.]

[ImARealMage (Warrior): Wow, you’ll party with again next ti?]

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Add as a friend.]

I unintentionally chatted with real politeness.

An alert window appeared following the chat.

《 RabbitArcher (Archer) has requested to add you as a friend. 》

This is real.

What’s this, deeply ingrained M tendencies?

[ImARealMage (Warrior): I’m grateful, but are you really okay with this?]

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Yes, see you next ti.]

Did RabbitArcher plan to end the ga too?

After that chat, the character disappeared transparently.

The gray ID left in the friend window reminded that what just happened was real.

There are no living adults around.

Even though our first eting was through PK, looking into it, it seed like he was just soone who enjoyed hunting.

Anyway, I felt really good.

Because I gained three days’ worth of experience points as a warrior in just one session.

“Sweet as honey.”

[I request an ID if you could create one, I would like to play together as well.]

It was a heartwarming story, but unfortunately, it was tough.

I could only create one ID per account…

[Then is it okay to hack the ga to create an ID? I ask.]

….

That was a bit much too.

* * *

The room was dark.

A small woman sat in front of the monitor, playing a ga.

Finally, a man opened the door and ca in, looking at the woman.

“It’s ti to go on the mission, what are you still doing?”

“….”

“Oh, this ga again? You’re probably the only one who really plays it.”

“…There’s.”

“There’s what? There’s no one else who─ Ah. Can you put the knife away?”

As the man continued speaking, he beca scared,

Suddenly, a knife was pulled out of the woman’s arms and pointed at the man’s throat.

A blue fla flickered along the edge of the knife.

The man who saw this quickly ran out of the room.

As she watched the man run away, the woman sighed heavily and returned her gaze to the monitor.

In her arms was a rabbit doll as small as herself.

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[Translator – Peptobismol]