Chapter 1 - How Can a Person's Na be Kim gyu-sik
Kim gyu-sik.
What was your first impression when you heard this na?
Did it sound like the na of an incredibly great protagonist?
Or maybe a villaChain who blocks the great protagonist's path?
If not that, then a third-rate neighborhood thug?
Regrettably, all of them were wrong.
Kim gyu-sik.
This na belonged to an extra character in the ga I had poured my life into.
And at the sa ti.
“The state of this trash ga is unreal.”
It was also the very reason that the grand task I had been clinging to for several nights was being shattered.
“gyu-sik, seriously, please!!!!”
Before my eyes, the ga that was driving crazy was in full swing.
[Conqueror].
A giant tower that suddenly appeared in the modern era. The nurous treasures sleeping within it. And the power struggles of the factions surrounding it.
It had the feel of a youthful action-adventure story unfolding in that kind of setting.
“...”
Of course, those were the sentences you would get when you sugarcoated the ga's contents.
The na this ga was called by the public was ‘concentration camp’.
It was a ga more famous for a difficulty level that made seeing the ending impossible unless you were a psychopath.
And right now, I was on the verge of reaching the all-complete ending of such a ga.
“...”
And if it weren't for this guy, I probably would have succeeded long ago.
Kim gyu-sik.
In the original ga, he was one of the faceless extras who sward around the main character.
In other words, he was a mber of the applause squad, ready to suck up to the protagonist from the depths of his soul for whatever feat he perford.
He was a character whose actual impact on the ga could be considered close to zero.
‘But this guy...’
I had no idea how the code got so tangled up while I was fiddling with it.
This guy had bugged out, and the entire ga's progression had co to a grinding halt.
It seed the ending script wasn't being generated because an error was detected.
There was no situation as screwed-up as this.
‘...How did a bug like this even happen in the first place?’
After digging into the character log, I found that, out of nowhere, all restrictions on his ‘learnable skills’ had been lifted.
It was a bug I had never heard of or seen before, but this was actually sothing closer to a cheat key than a bug.
You see, other characters could only learn designated skills because of the restrictions imposed within the ga.
On the other hand, if this guy's growth could just be put on the right track, he would beco an imnse variable.
“Hoo.”
But so what.
This had nothing to do with seeing the ending.
First, I had to fix this guy sohow.
“It's completely wrecked...”
When I dug into the data, everything was a jumbled ss.
Where do I even start fixing this?
Letting out a deep sigh, I deleted a part of the tangled data.
Next, when I created a new slot, the default set values appeared before my eyes.
‘First...’
As befitting an extra character, I just glanced over the stats, which were all set to the minimum value of 1.
It wasn't like I was going to be controlling this guy anyway.
‘This part is especially bombed out...’
When I opened the window related to the character's ‘background settings’, almost all the code was tangled.
Normally, it was a simple entry that ended in one or two lines.
Now, just from the letters I could glimpse, all sorts of settings were jumbled together and intertwined with each other.
The content was also pointlessly, incredibly long.
Who even cares about this crap, anyway.
gyu-sik.
You're not important at all.
Grinding my teeth, I got up from my seat to go to the bathroom.
“Let's just wrap this up, gyu-sik!!!!”
It was a decibel level that wouldn't have been strange for the people downstairs to start filing a noise complaint, but such a problem wasn't important at all.
I had been stuck doing coding I was never ant to do for days because of this bastard, so how could I possibly notice sothing like that?
In fact, I probably should have been paying attention to other things.
For example, The coffee spilled on the floor.
Or the corner of the desk that would be right there to et the back of my head if I slipped artistically in that spot.
Slip.
Thud.
“...Ah.”
Leaving only that word behind, I passed out just like that.
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