In other words, now I could see that Sekandil really wasnât that big of a town and that in comparison Thirdrema was bursting with energy. It was a city which fully embodied the idea of a âfantasy townâ, with stern roads, street vendors trying to sell their merchandise to the people walking down the streets, and even beggars sitting in the gutters and back alleys. It was all making a busy and lively impression of a city.
Also, Firstia and Sekandil were erected on a flat land, but Thirdrema was built on top of a small hill, with a castle standing right in the middle of the town. It was a generic town in a fantasy game, but it was alluring enough to make me feel strangely motivated for some reason.
ăFunya, as always, this city is so beautiful.ă
ăIt sure is.ă
ăMuu, somehow your reaction is rather bleak, Sanraku-san.ă
I mean yeah, the sight itself was beautiful, but letâs not forget that I am a pure-blooded gamer. Having cleared a fair share of games, I have seen many different towns and environments.
For example, a human colony hanging on the verge of the Earthâs atmosphere, where you could reach out your hand and go into the vacuum of space.
Or a forgotten castle so big and so secluded that one was asking himself if giants of some sort were living in it during the days of its glory.\nOr a highly advanced shelter-town deep in the bowels of the Earth, where the blue sky and the rays of the sun were nothing more than an image generated by computers.
They were all creations of Full Dive technology, and suddenly remembering all of them made me want to stop in my tracks and tell Emul about them all.
ăYou know, it might be hard to believe, but Iâve been around many different places and saw many different things. Grand and wonderful things.ă
ăOh, thatâs actually amazing! I guess itâs just like Sanraku-san to travel around the world and visit many different places!ă
I look at Emul. Even though he may look different right now, it was still the same old Emul. Glad to know that this hasnât changed.
ăNow, whatever shall we do?ă
ăâŠâŠ? Werenât we supposed to look for an inn?ă
ăNo, no, we are still going to do that. But I was just wondering whatever shall we do after that.ă
Since every single town in this game was under the same time zone, it was natural that in the middle of the night we would only see but a small percentage of people who decided to make Thirdrema their base of operations. But even so, the amount of people here was surprisingly small. Whatâs more, quite a lot of people were going towards the swamplands and into Sekandil, as opposed to the exploration point that was beyond Thirdrema. Were they all going to level up or take on the area boss again? Or maybe there were still materials they needed to farm before logging out for the day?
I knew that my current getup was a little bit strange and that people would like to avoid having to look at me, but it was definitely different than usual.
I wonder what was the cause of such heavy traffic towards Sekandil? I would like to ask someone about it, but unsurprisingly, whenever someone would look my way they would look somewhere else in a hurry while whispering âOh crap, itâs that bird-pervert guy? Whatâs he doing here?â\nStrangeâŠâŠ I know that my appearance was weird, but I certainly didnât do anything that would make be that recognizable amongst other players. Or maybe it was that those three started to badmouth me right after our encounter in that forest? I sure hope that wasnât the case.
ăOh well, canât really help it that Iâm looking suspicious right now.ă
I mean, what would you do if you were inside a forest and suddenly a masked pro-wrestler jumps at you instead of a wild bear? It was only natural that this whole scene would be so surreal that you couldnât help it but to laugh.
ăCome on, Emul, letâs find us an inn.ă
ăO, oh. Right.ă
Just then, when we were about to venture further into the city, one of the passing players grabbed a hold of my hand, preventing us from going forward. So we were forced to stay near the cityâs gate, and the gaze of the townâs guard was strangely hostile for some weird reason.
ăY, you there! That getup, you are Sanraku, arenât you?ă
ăHe?ă
ăAre you perhaps one of Sanraku-sanâs friends?ă
The one who stopped us was a female player. Emul thought that maybe we were friends for some strange reason, but it was the first time for me to meet that player. Letâs seeâŠâŠ âAnimaliaâ? Yup, I donât know anyone by that name.
\nRevealing the unique quest was obviously out of the question. After all, information was crucial in this game and those who monopolize it can have an overwhelming advantage. And even if Iâm to disclose anything I know, it would only amount to something like âYou must first prove your Vorpal Soulâ or something like thatâŠâŠ Or would it be best to hide that fact as well?
Anyhow, I didnât want to disclose any information about the triggers or even the âInvitation to the Bunny CountryââŠâŠ And that is becauseâŠâŠ
ăUmm, you see, even if you ask me, Iâm not exactly sure myselfâŠâŠă
ăThatâs right, you know? Something like that should be shared with everyone else, donât you think? Revolutionary Knight SanrakuâŠâŠ?ă
That name was completely meaningless in this game.
It was a title from a completely different game.
There was only one person in particular who knew my title from that game.
It was a total surprise to hear that voice coming from just outside the gate leading to Thirdrema. Upon that I managed to break free of this Animalia chick holding onto me and jumped back, putting some distance between us. Only then was I able to understand just how dangerous of a situation I was in right now.
ăNow wonât you look at that! If it isnât Pencil Warrior!ă
ăNow, now, that might have been my name, but right now I go by Arthur Pencilgton, Sanraku-kun. That being said, you look simply monstrous.ă
He looked like a beautiful woman in this game, and almost half of his face was being concealed behind a mask that resembled the ones that professional assassins would use while going on their missions. He once managed to assassinate both Modorokatsu and I in a futuristic game called âUnited RoundsââŠâŠ âPencil Warriorâ, now âArthur Pencilgton, laughed at me in a joyous manner.