The Supporting Characters in the Game Have Become Obsessed Chapter 15

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Chapter 15: Classic Ga Enthusiasts (2)

The party that day beca the beginning of a connection.

Since then, I’ve enjoyed partying with RabbitArcher (Archer).

I didn’t really like calling out the full na every ti, so I settled on calling them “Rabbit-nim.”

Honestly, I still don’t know much about who they are.

But one thing was clear.

They had enough ti on their hands to rival even .

Seriously, it’s kind of creepy.

How are they online every day?

Whenever I log in, they’re always there, shining brightly in their spot.

I can’t deny that I consider myself to be at a “Bill Gates” level when it cos to ti spent on gas, but this person was a bit more extre than .

Perhaps “Even More Gates” would be an appropriate term.

Unlike , who was playing mostly out of “nostalgia” for my hotown.

They seed to have a genuine “passion” for the ga.

So, since we happened to et again today, I won’t dwell on this aspect any longer.

As soon as I logged in, Rabbit-nim imdiately found .

With a brief greeting, they extended a party invitation, and the hunt began.

There was no small talk or mundane conversation during the process.

Occasionally, when I got bored, I would say a word or two first, but it was rare for them to initiate a conversation with .

From then on, our routine was simply to hunt without exchanging any words beyond the ga’s “party” objectives.

As this process repeated many tis, any conversations started to feel awkward and out of place amidst the constant hunting.

I wondered why this person still wanted to hunt with .

Maybe they weren’t focused on leveling up their ‘Archer’ character, but rather treating my character ‘Warrior’ like a pet to level up.

I often thought about that.

Not my place to say, but it was truly peculiar.

All I knew about this person was their userna, “RabbitArcher,” and the fact that they typed short chats, probably out of laziness.

I finished off the monster I was hunting.

《 LEVEL UP 》

My character was enveloped in a white effect.

The graphics were trash no matter how many tis I saw them.

Finally, am I at max level?

The end of a long journey has arrived.

I never thought I would reach max level as a “Warrior” in this ga.

It was truly a garbage class. Warrior.

Even though the results were achieved through party hunting, the sense of accomplishnt I felt was undeniable.

As my character didn’t move after leveling up, RabbitArcher’s movents, who had been helping hunt, also stopped.

In fact, RabbitArcher was already at max level.

They were just wasting ti by my side, helping with my hunts.

Thank you…!

RabbitArcher (Archer).

I typed into the chat.

[ImARealMage (Warrior): So, what now?]

Eventually, we reached the end of the ga content.

There was nothing left for us to do.

If you hit max level in a classic RPG ga, you should enjoy the max level content, right? What’s there to do when there’s nothing left?

Shockingly, this ga… didn’t have any max level content.

Raids? Don’t exist.

Max level hunting grounds? Those don’t exist either.

At this point, I started to think that maybe it was a mistake to reach max level.

But I only realized this when I was deep into enjoying the ga and leveling up.

I, too, was a victim of being deceived by the ga.

If I had noticed earlier, I might have just abandoned it and looked for another ga.

But I realized it when I was at an ambiguous level.

In the end, I ended up reaching max level out of inertia.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): ?]

[ImARealMage (Warrior): So, there’s nothing left to do now?]

And then.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): It’s fun to keep hunting.]

RabbitArcher was even crazier than I thought.

It was really spine-chilling.

Was their true identity the demon of the ga born from cyberpunk?

Even though they couldn’t gain experience points from hunting anymore, they still found it fun to continue hunting.

I couldn’t understand it.

I could feel my SAN (Sanity) points being depleted.

[ImARealMage (Warrior): Since it is fate, instead of doing that, why not do sothing else together? Like trying out other gas.]

[RabbitArcher (Archer): ?]

Why the sudden question mark?

It’d be far more productive than hunting in an RPG where you can’t even level up anymore, in my opinion.

RabbitArcher’s character halted its movent once again.

…Hmm.

Was my recomndation too tactless?

In fact, maybe their earlier words were just a subtle way of saying they wanted to quit, which got thinking inwardly.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Then.]

[ImARealMage (Warrior): Yes.]

I replied to the chat imdiately.

Please, tell I wasn’t tackless.

You weren’t exactly doing anything wrong by hunting with as a warrior. (Objectively, it was bad.)

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Let’s et up soti.]

[ImARealMage (Warrior): ?]

This ti, I was the one responding with a question mark.

—

I had only thought about hologram calls at most, but it seed that the inner intimacy they had with was beyond normal.

To suggest eting up right away on our first encounter.

Are people like that nowadays?

I was about to reject the idea, saying it would be difficult unless we were in the sa city, but I rembered that the classic ga I was playing was only being serviced in Neon City.

Why didn’t I know about this?

In conclusion, if location wasn’t an issue, seeing each other’s faces once wouldn’t be too bad.

After all, this person, weird as they may be, had been a valuable benefactor, wasting their precious ti helping hunt with my Warrior character.

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[Translator – Peptobismol]

[It would be better to not et up, I recomnd.]

Of course, Eve was against it.

It’s said that you could get into big trouble by eting strangers online.

And it’s also said that people who enjoy strange gas are more likely to be abnormal on average.

In the latter case, it also affected .

… Yeah, it’s a bit like that.

Truth be told, I had my doubts before coming out.

I thought I was eting a normal person.

But what if the person welcoming turned out to be a trio of orc thugs?

While they deceived into coming out, they might as well rob blind and rip out my organs and implants.

Just imagining it was dreadful.

It wasn’t the orcs that were scary. It was the betrayal from soone I trusted in the ga.

“So, I ca out fully prepared.”

[Whether it’s worth the risk, I ask.]

If she puts it that way, I had nothing more to say.

“Don’t worry, I trust my gaming friend.”

[……]

If it had been before I fell into the world of the ga, I wouldn’t have co out.

But things were different now.

I wasn’t lacking confidence in battle.

If the comparison was to soone like Catherine, a major character who also appeared in the ga, the conversation might have been different.

But surely soone like that wouldn’t show up in a place like this.

So, I wasn’t overly concerned.

[I’m worried that the ga you’re playing is also very strange.]

“That ga was trash from the start.”

How could an RPG have no max level content?

Even thinking about it now, it didn’t make sense.

[In fact, I attempted to hack into the ga without the knowledge of human ‘Lee Siwoon,’ I confess.]

“Oh, trying to create an account?”

[That’s right.]

“But?”

Eve displayed a blueprint with complex lines extending out into the corner of my visual interface.

[The server data of the ga is physically separated.]

“Huh?”

[This is not a typical case. Excluding special circumstances or physical access, I believe it is impossible to modify the server’s data.]

I see.

No wonder it seed quiet.

Normally, if it had been before, I would have already hacked the ga, created a new account, and followed my character around.

“So, you couldn’t hack it?”

[It is not absolutely impossible. However, based on the reasons ntioned above, I recomnd returning ho.]

“But it’s already too late.”

I had already arrived at the agreed-upon location.

I took a sip of the drink I had ordered in advance.

The refreshing sensation of carbonation stimulated the back of my throat as it went down.

Now, when will they arrive?

I checked the ti through the clock floating in my field of vision.

There was still so ti left.

A small restaurant on the outskirts.

This was the eting place.

The dining area was separated by a partition, so it seed like a good place to have a quiet conversation.

The location for the eting was chosen by the other person.

I activated the hologram interface.

I checked the ssage that had co to again.

Sender: ‘White Rabbit’

– It’s a place called Ryu’s Restaurant.

– I’ll let you know the ti and coordinates.

– See you later.

They were a friend who usually spoke in short sentences in the ga.

It must have been difficult to type on the keyboard, indeed.

The ssage sent using the neural computer chip was very polite and the content was lengthy.

But to choose the na ‘White Rabbit.’

This person really sticks to the concept.

Co to think of it, since they were called Rabbit, I suddenly rembered.

There was a character in the ga who liked rabbits.

They probably always carried a rabbit doll or sothing like that.

I rember it because it was an enemy character.

Their combat pattern was extrely difficult.

Of course, since I hadn’t actually seen them in this world, I couldn’t confirm.

I rembered that as an enemy character, they weren’t just an ordinary rcenary.

Their setting was mainly for illegal missions.

It had been so long ago that I hardly rembered anymore.

Honestly, it was good for my ntal health not to encounter such characters.

What good could co from deliberately eting enemy characters?

– Ding.

A new ssage arrived.

It was from RabbitArcher, White Rabbit.

– I’ve arrived now.

– Where are you?

I replied, saying I’ll wave my hand above the partition.

This should be enough for them to find .

I thought to myself as I waved my hand above the partition.

Now, who will co in?

If several orcs suddenly appear, I plan to flip the table and run away imdiately.

But the person who sat in front of was completely unexpected.

A petite woman.

In her arms, she held a white rabbit doll tightly.

Without thinking, I asked.

“Who are you?”

“…Um, my userna is RabbitArcher. I’m Julia.”

Her na was Julia.

I think I’ve heard it sowhere before..

The feeling of deja vu in her eyes rang an alarm of anxiety.

What did I say earlier?

A rabbit doll— hmm.

The ga information that had been forgotten after 10 years had passed was resurrected.

Just then, Eve displayed a photo and text of Julia on my interface.

[Information. 99% match with a wanted criminal in the NCPD database.]

“?”

[Na is Julia. Registered as an illegal rcenary and terrorist.]

“Oh.”

It was the sa rabbit from the ga.

“…Um, I’ll have the spaghetti, please.”

Why did a wanted criminal have to show up?

My head started to ache.

[Translator – Peptobismol]