The Supporting Characters in the Game Have Become Obsessed Chapter 2

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Chapter 2: Living in the Ga World (2)

This world is based on the ‘cyberpunk ga’ that I played.

But if you ask whether this world is a ‘ga’, I think the story is a bit different.

Well, for example.

Just looking at the simple street vendors tells you that.

In the ga, street vendors are just ordinary objects used to fill the boring streets.

They don’t buy or sell goods or food.

They are just devices to show off the excellent modeling skills of graphic designers.

All they did was decorate food that you couldn’t actually eat.

On the other hand, if the ga becos reality?

As I ntioned earlier, the story changes.

You can buy and eat unidentified street food.

Sothing that was not known in the ga…

A kind of ‘story’ or ‘setting’ erges.

A street vendor living in Neon City thought his store was too ordinary.

Realizing that he needed sothing different and innovative from other similar businesses.

His thoughts were short, and his actions were quick.

And an enthusiastic street vendor who applies ‘mood-enhancing drugs’ to food was born.

The street vendor who seed kind turned out to be a mber of a drug cartel.

Of course, it was sothing I didn’t know at the ti.

One day, I noticed while watching the news program of NCB24, the only broadcasting station in Neon City (they won in the corporate war).

For reference, the length of the news is about 5 seconds.

By Neon City’s standards, it could be said to be a very trivial incident.

In the first place, drugs are not illegal in this world.

They are called ordinary ‘ntal care drugs’.

The reason the street vendor owner appeared on the news was simply because he used ntal care drugs in the city without paying taxes.

Anyway, I watched the news program out of boredom and saw the unexpected mugshot of the old man.

It was both fascinating and chilling.

I almost bought so myself a few tis.

But I didn’t eat the cyberpunk street food because it looked sketchy.

Considering the fact that I have a weakness for drugs among my many negative traits, it could have been really dangerous.

No one wants to beco a drug addict against their will.

But a drug addict mage?

With talent on top of that?

…That would’ve been a real problem.

Anyway, the conclusion is this.

While this world is very similar to a ga.

It’s not a ga.

Of course, that doesn’t necessarily an it’s all bad.

There were good points too.

I could consider the fact that I’m using an ‘old-fashioned chanical monitor’ as one of the good points.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Excuse .]

[ImARealWizard (Warrior): ?]

“What kind of lunatic is this?”

I was hunting here first.

What nonsense.

What is it? Showing off?

That’s right.

Although I fell into this ‘crazy cyberpunk world’ for just one reason, the fact that I’m still here ans I haven’t given up yet.

Ga.

The world I was originally from…

There were many fun gas in my past life, but comparing them to the ‘cyberpunk ga’ that was created on the back of mass dia filled with capitalism and sexualism, it felt a bit lacking.

In a way, it was natural.

There was a fundantal difference between gas played with just a monitor and keyboard, and gas played with virtual reality or augnted reality.

In the latter case.

Anyone could easily and conveniently enjoy it using the ‘neural computer chip’ that almost everyone had, even the holess people in the back alleys of the neighborhood.

Victory or defeat beca even more clear.

Moreover, there were no malicious systems like ‘Ga Rankings’ in this world.

There were no censorship regulations based on age restrictions for violence or explicit content.

It was really a crazy world.

Of course, in Neon City, there was nothing funnier than being questioned about one’s age.

My neighbor Bill was the pri example, who lives in the sa building as .

Bill was 95-years-old this year, but he had replaced almost all of his entire body with BioWare implants and changed his appearance to that of a 10-year-old.

So he should at least dress and act appropriately.

I still vividly rember the ti I got scolded for speaking informally to him when we first t.

Until I checked his corporate ID (issued by major corporations, making it less likely to be forged than a city ID), I didn’t believe him either.

I got scolded twice as much after confirming.

It’s scary. Cyberpunk…

Honestly, even now, I think this person was a bit extre.

Anyway, it was natural for an intellectual living in a world where the ga industry has greatly developed to have gas as a hobby.

Correspondingly, most of the gas I played were virtual reality gas.

This was both natural and satisfying.

Just like how you sotis crave instant noodles even when you’re eating a delicious steak.

As you live, you inevitably feel the desire to fill sothing that’s 2% lacking.

Yeah.

It’s like sotis you get the urge to eat mint chocolate chip or pineapple pizza, you know?

Why do people dislike mint chocolate chip or pineapple pizza?

There are even cities in this world that have banned them by law, they say.

Thankfully, Neon City hasn’t enforced such a malicious law yet.

The ga I’m playing now was sowhat similar.

Very occasionally. I felt nostalgic about Korea.

I just wanted to enjoy a simple MMO RPG where I could hunt without any particular thoughts, like Land of the Wind or Orange Mushroom story.

They were quite common on the streets of Korea, but in the cyberpunk world, they were truly rare gas due to their genre and technology.

It was harder to find the bad side rather than the good.

They’re all virtual reality gas anyway.

Who would want to play gas with just a monitor and keyboard?

Even finding a monitor and keyboard was harder since you had to search through antique shops.

But the world was vast, and tastes were diverse.

Just like there are people who like furries, there are also people in this world who like trashy gas.

So after a lot of struggle, I was able to find the type of ga I wanted.

Now, alongside other virtual reality gas, it has beco an indispensable part of my hobby life.

But who is this guy interfering with my happiness?

What does he want to achieve by disturbing ?

[ImARealWizard (Warrior): I was hunting here first.]

I cautiously continued the conversation as if negotiating with a terrorist.

I tried to calmly resolve the situation through dialogue as a civilized individual.

But unfortunately, all my efforts were in vain.

[Translator – Peptobismol]

Once again, that guy was stealing the monsters I was attacking.

RabbitArcher (Acher).

Moreover, being an archer, his targeting speed was fast.

It was a matchup I couldn’t possibly win.

[RabbitArcher (Archer): Excuse .]

[ImARealWizard (Warrior): (Inappropriate language)]

In this world, seeing the censorship of profanity for the first ti, I almost felt nostalgic for my ho world.

However, the censorship occurred in my chat, but the other person kept stealing the monsters I was hunting.

Nostalgia? No, I’m just getting irritated.

Ah, this cold and heavy sensation. It was ti to revert to being a “keyboard warrior.”

[ImARealWizard (Warrior): (Inappropriate language)]

[ImARealWizard (Warrior): (Inappropriate language)]

Ugh. So much censorship.

But censorship couldn’t break my will.

[ImARealWizard (Warrior): Fuck you.]

[RabbitArcher (Archer): ?]

Finally, my words broke through the censorship and reached the other person, marking the first step of our noble battle.

He finally recognized , the one who had only said “Excuse .”

I tried to continue chatting calmly.

Until suddenly, that bastard attacked my character.

“No.”

My fingers hastily tapped on the keyboard.

The distance was too far.

If only I had approached him closely and struck first while chatting…

I could see that the distance between my character and RabbitArcher was considerable.

The fight between an archer and a warrior with such distance was predictable.

I urgently used my defense skill.

I had to at least run away.

No, but… why was the damage so high?

No matter how I look at that guy, he didn’t seem to be at the level to hunt here.

I tried my best to survive, but my struggles were in vain.

In no ti, my character’s health gauge was depleted.

[You have died.]

[Resurrection cooldown ti: 1 hour 0 minutes 0 seconds]

“Fuck.”

I could only watch as RabbitArcher disappeared from the gray monitor.

I should have just attacked first instead of chatting…

No matter how much I regretted it, my character wouldn’t co back to life.

I just beca a loser who had to wait for an hour.

I was nothing more than useless trash who couldn’t move.

…It’s so absurd that I can’t even get angry anymore.

[Did you die in the ga? May I inquire.]

“Yeah, I died.”

[In that case, do you now have the leisure to check the current ti and date?]

“The ti and date?”

Why was it suddenly asking for that?

I scratched my head at the ‘AI’s’ question.

Numbers indicating the current date and ti appeared in a corner of my vision.

The neural computer chip was so convenient.

Scary, but great. Cyberpunk.

So, what’s the current date…

Hmm. As expected.

“It’s already been a week.”

[I affirm.]

I couldn’t understand why the ti spent gaming felt so happy and passed so quickly.

It felt like just a few days had passed.

But already a week?

It was simply astonishing.

“I wonder if I got hacked without knowing it?”

[That cannot be. I condemn the thought.]

“Of course, it was just a joke.”

I stretched.

Regardless of day or night, if I felt sleepy, I slept, and if I woke up, I played gas.

And I lost my sense of ti.

Well, I had an excuse for that too.

My character’s traits, such as ‘sloppiness,’ ‘fragility,’ and ‘fatigue,’ were full of negative aspects related to stamina.

In short, I frequently slept and slept for a long ti.

It was no wonder that I lost track of ti.

The dark circles under my eyes were also due to this reason.

Fortunately, I managed to maintain the semblance of a person by exercising regularly (even though I went and then didn’t go last year) and undergoing minimal implant surgery.

But anyway…

Co to think of it, it felt a bit unsatisfying to end it like this.

“I still feel like I haven’t relieved enough stress. Should I try just one more month?”

[I deny.]

I shook my head.

“But ‘Eve’…”

[Why is that?]

“The doctor told to do what I want. Did you take the NCMLE (Neon City dical License Exam)? I only trust what professionals’ say.”

[Ugh, this guy…]

“?”

[I advise you to turn on ssage notifications and check your ssage history.]

For a mont, there seed to be an AI uprising.

But since Eve, the AI, said it like this…

I felt like I should check.

Although I didn’t have anyone who would send any particularly important ssages.

My social network wasn’t that wide.

“That’s a lot of ssages.”

I turned on the notifications that were turned off and checked the unread ssages in order from a week ago.

Strangely enough, there were no spam advertisent ssages at all.

Did Eve sort them up on her own?

For now, I just deleted ssages that seed to have no value.

Requests, invitations, whatever.

I ignored them all.

They were ssages I could safely ignore.

After deleting unnecessary ssages,

I finally saw the ssages I needed to pay attention to.

It was a ssage from an old friend with roughly 10 years of history.

Sender: ‘Neon City, Best Freelancer’

– Hey. Just playing gas for a week?

– Stop bullshiting and co out to the pub if you can to see my face.

– And if you’ve read it, at least send a reply.

This was exactly a week ago.

– Read it at least.

– Reply, will you?

This was 6 days ago.

– Did you get shot and carried away? If you did, I’ll apologize. I won’t talk too much.

– Answer the phone at least.

And this was 5 days ago.

– Holy shit.

– I found out. You’re really addicted to gas, huh? Are you crazy? And you’re ignoring my ssages?

– Check your ssages before coming to see in person.

“Wow. She sent a lot.”

[It could be due to you being out of touch for a week, I presu.]

Eve’s unreasonable talk went in one ear and out the other.

From 4 days ago, ssages arrived without fail, more than three tis a day.

It’s getting a little scary.

But that didn’t an I could do anything about the ssages I had already ignored.

I decided to take it easy.

I an… I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?

I tried to rationalize myself and I skimd through the ssages, which were flooding, and passed over them.

Before I knew it, it was the last ssage.

Looking at the date, it was today.

– It’s been a week since you said it.

– Today, at 19:00.

– Location is the pub, ‘No Answer’.

– If you’re late, I’ll ask for your ho address and co find you.

And that ti was now.

“…Eve.”

[I respond.]

“I guess I should get ready to go out.”

…It’s finally ti to go out.

[Translator – Peptobismol]