Deceased Trapped in a Game

Kingdom – Lv. 463 Blanchet(6)

The loss of consciousness was instantaneous.

Old habits quickly restored the broken connection between the brain and the body.

But even in that short time, the nightmare passes.

A nightmare in which his past is completely denied.

Something that is not a living human being and has not even lived a life.

Even if you are self-aware, have a history, and have the will to struggle to survive.

If all of this was created by someone intentionally, could it be called a human being?

The definition may differ from person to person, but Blanchet did not get an answer and opened her eyes.

Old streets of slums, desolate ruins.

There were few idiots walking around the streets in the wake of the binge sound.

All I see are rats, except for a few drug nerds who are lying sloppily drunk on drugs.

Blurred vision becomes clearer.

Blanchet realized that an angel was carrying him.

And I remembered what I had realized just before my consciousness began to fade.

After a short thought, she drew out a fragment of a memory from 8 years ago.

“Is it 1 win or 1 loss now?”

“Iknow, right.”

The person who is positively affirming turns their head with a broad smile. Talent is also good.

The angel meekly dropped the Blanchet.

The ground that I stepped on with my two feet shakes. He comes over and gives support.

Finally Blanchett saw her sister again.

He wasn’t the little kid he used to be.

The breasts fell out and the youthful tea ran away. If it wasn’t for his playful expression, he might not have recognized him at all.

I also think it’s the man’s genes.

“You know how upset I was after losing? This time, it’s my sister’s turn to split.”

Unlike many other exiles, Hee-woo had no ill feelings toward Blanchett.

It might be because it was the first episode, but I didn’t know if there would be a next episode.

The only thing I was worried about was that he was really trying to kill him, but now it’s resolved.

The current Blanchett has no way to harm her uncle.

On the contrary, it is even sad to see a face or body that has ruined itself.

I still remember Like a black panther, he was ferocious and charming.

At that time, I was also nervous. How can a person be this pretty? and admired it.

From a very subjective point of view, it is impossible to give up on it with ordinary determination.

At the same time, several other sad points come to mind.

Blanchett asked.

“Is the music box alive?”

“Sure.”

“Yeah. Sure. Can I meet you?”

“I’m waiting now.”

Blanchett felt an indescribable emotion.

It’s been too long since someone saw her and wasn’t hostile to her.

They’re NPCs who aren’t exiles. They didn’t care who she was, but likewise, she didn’t care about them either.

It’s not going to kill them with experience, and I don’t have the financial resources to rely on him.

The general perception of the existence of NPCs in the labyrinth is like that.

And now she is too. I didn’t know that.

“Are you going to get caught like this? Wasn’t that something you didn’t like?”

“I was going to kill you. Originally.”

“Now?”

“I do not know.”

I never thought of it as a hatred that time would scatter.

But now, only the shell remains.

Blanchett was aware of it from a certain moment.

In this world where everyone denies herself, if there is one ray of hope she can depend on, it is that man.

The younger sisters she was originally motivated to return to… … . From the music box’s point of view, they were a failure… … .

Perhaps it has become something that only exists in her memory.

Music box, if only that man and this child were not lies.

Still, I wanted to believe. you will be able to believe

I thought so.

In any case, the girl who was given the codename Blanche was the greatest masterpiece ever made by the music box.

A flame that loses fuel becomes weaker. The flame of hatred was extinguished in the course of eight years.

Rather, it was empty.

Now there is nothing left.

Except for the thought of wanting to meet again.

Besides, Blanchet couldn’t run away from this sister’s grasp anyway.

I want to meet the music box.

Is it hate or love?

I just want to see that man again with love and hate.

“I just want to check.”

“What?”

“me.”

Hee-woo also understood the meaning of those words.

It wasn’t in the other person’s eyes right now.

What I felt when I first saw you, the pride and strong will of your own life.

It has no purpose whatsoever to call it poison.

Instead, there were only really tired eyes.

Yes, he had eyes similar to that of the old man.

At the same time, Hee-woo recalled the life in the kingdom that this assassin would have gone through. It’s all speculation, but no speculation in any way points to a positive life.

Maybe it would have died mentally even if it were me?

In the kingdom, even with such initial stats, Blanchet did not survive long and died in the end.

Usually they die before the next server opens, and it’s already been 8 years, so it’ll be a hit.

Hee-woo felt a chill at that fact.

It’s a chill that you can feel because you’re not stupid.

There is no way I can’t remember the conversations on the first floor and on the second floor.

At that time, I just skipped it, but if I suddenly look back on it later.

The uncle knew who Hee-woo was.

He didn’t know exactly, but he seemed to know roughly about her family.

I haven’t said it directly since then, but I know what that fact is referring to.

She is a random NPC. It will be a random NPC with a defined range to be created.

At least, that’s what my dad thinks.

So I wouldn’t say anything to her in an unnatural way.

I see Blanchet again.

It must have been a similar concern, but you would have heard words with more conviction and malice.

Hee-woo felt that this assassin was very pitiful.

In fact, the music box she knows is not even the music box she is currently going to.

These days, there is no need to interact with anyone because both the uncle and the little boy are undead.

I just went back and hugged him tight for no reason.

Blanchet looks at Hee-woo as if it’s absurd.

“What?”

“No, I just thought you had a lot of trouble.”

Everyone thinks and judges subjectively.

Hee-woo is always confident when he is positive about his subjectivity.

If you have a story for someone who has no grudges, you can sympathize with the story and cry with them.

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Just imagining it really brings tears to my eyes.

“Cheer up, well, it won’t be too bad. The music box will clear the labyrinth and release it.”

“Then what will happen?”

“No one knows that.”

no one really knows

“So should I do it?”

“……”

Hee-woo realized why he wanted Blanchet.

As long as you realize you’re an NPC, you can’t help but want to see the end of the labyrinth.

Wouldn’t it be too bad a life to end by simply enjoying the wealth and glory here?

I went back to the temple with Blanchet.

And I saw the headmaster and the uncle bowed down to Remy and apologized.

Blanchett’s expression turned strange. It got incredibly weird.

* * *

If you have made an obvious mistake, you must admit it and correct it. It would be even better if it could end with just an apple.

Remy was looking at us with trembling.

“Uh, it’s okay over there, will you please wake up?”

“Then let me do it.”

“I felt bad because I woke up so quickly.”

“Then what will you do?”

“No, just get up. Please!”

It’s a top position, but if there’s something to apologize for, it’s easy to become like this. It’s very difficult.

Remy shook her head.

“It’s okay. It’s really okay. You survived anyway? And there’s work coming over there.”

It looks like Hee-woo caught him.

Then I turned around and saw an assassin who seemed to be very bewildered at a glance.

It felt like we walked together rather than caught on, and what happened?

Hee-woo quickly walked over and whispered.

After understanding the situation, I want to know if there is a way to do that.

The same was true of the blanchets I had experienced in the past, especially the blanchettes I had as a guild member in the previous episode.

A name with a rather weak mentality.

Actually, he wasn’t a good friend from the start, so what can he do about it? If you just listen and watch, the story is so bizarre.

Gene clones may not be what I’m saying, but it’s a bad hobby.

As you approach it, it trembles.

what? Are you suspicious of something?

“Who are you? The music box I know is never a man who would do that.”

A stiff, hardened face is felt even though it cannot be clearly recognized by the burn.

Obviously, according to what I heard from Blanchet in the previous episode, the music box isn’t the kind of guy who can do this.

He is a man close to a tyrant who looks down on everything but himself with pride commensurate with his abilities.

I may be the yangban’s motif, but I’m not the same person.

How do you explain that fact?

“Calm down. Blanchett. It’s true that I’m not that music box.”

“That music box?”

Okay, now it’s time to be honest. Heewoo said so.

If that child is a salvation for me, it can also be a salvation for Blanchett.

Somehow we need to drive it in such a way that we are in a similar situation.

Fortunately, this blanché was weaker than any blanché I knew.

It seems that the body and mind are exhausted and are on the verge of collapse.

It would have been here if nothing had happened. Blanchett usually dies that way. Rather than lack of ability, it is because they lose reason to live.

I… … .

I want to do something for this time that I couldn’t do for the previous episode.

* * *

Remy sighed and sat down.

The old man is still apologizing by her side.

It wasn’t a lie that it was okay, so Remy could smile.

“I don’t think it would have been too bad if I died as it is. Anyway, I’ve been to the Kingdom once… It’s an episode where I was able to learn a lot about magic.”

“Even if you have multiple lives, what is the difference between death and severance from everything you know?”

“It’s different. The fact that there is a next.”

“It’s a feeling I don’t know. I’m not an exile.”

Now I don’t know what’s better.

Remy thought of his previous rounds.

Most of them died in vain, but there were also many that were just as terrifying.

Still, life was not over. I had to move because nothing got better just because I was lost.

The girl, who was in middle school, was nine years older in the labyrinth, and sometimes came to think that she didn’t know what it was.

“It might be better to just die once and end it. I felt it as I thought of the next episode that starts again today.”

Is it possible not to miss the modern earth like this?

He is well aware that the leader’s goal is to clear the labyrinth and liberate everything.

This is the day I wish it would come true again.

Even if she fails, she herself will remain here.

We have already been informed that you and Remygo are not included in the attack group that the leader thinks.

In fact, neither of them wanted it.

The young man said that his goal was to tour the kingdom. He says he’ll help out here and then leave. Even if you are not an exile, a skilled orc shaman has a lot of work to do.

To be honest, it’s not as difficult as the floors I’ve been through.

Because that was his goal in the first place.

That will probably be the end of the inspiration.

“What am I aiming for…”

On the other hand, Remy doesn’t know.

The youngest became a priest. It is an ending that suits the giant who is more exhausted than anyone in the world and seeks solace by turning to the Goddess.

A cute girl who is always cheerful, her goal is to see the end of the labyrinth with the leader.

Angel is serious about cooking. I have a goal of my own that I want to open a store under my own name someday.

Did you say it’s over 50 years old?

I don’t know what kind of change of heart the long exile must have caused.

The hunter… … . you will be happy there

The little boy who honestly thought it was useless is now a full-fledged wizard. It deals with a level of magic that Remy cannot even imitate.

Even if it is implemented as a skill, it may be a place that Remy can reach.

it’s probably too much

Remy has nothing.

Remy felt empty as Blanchera became embroiled in what was going on to recruit an assassin.

she has nothing

Dreams, talents, and the future.

And even someone’s expectations.

Rather, knowing that, I gladly volunteered for the role of the bait.

After all, what can she do after entering the labyrinth with a career of just a middle school student?

It is a story in a novel or a fairy tale that a middle school student actually has great talent.

This labyrinth is a stark reality. At least it was for her.

A sense of inferiority rises As his heart grew gloomy, it seemed to show on his face as well.

“What’s so deadly about the supporter there. If you get seriously injured, there are times when you can use potions, but there are aftereffects. Maybe I can help.”

It was the old doctor who came out of the treatment.

This is a temple, a hospital, and a major business place for Remy, the boss of the organization.

If it is to collect taxes, it is rather the one who is pouring money, but it is clear that the boss has to stay anyway.

Remy suddenly felt an impulse.

I had a dream outside.

A dream that a middle school student with good grades would normally have.

My dream is to enter the pre-medical department and become a doctor.

I don’t know if that was real or what. Maybe it was just because I got good grades.

It was good, so I wanted to do something.

At least, he didn’t want to end up as a dusty exile who was struggling to survive in this labyrinth.

I jumped up and went to the old doctor.

At that momentum, the two old men in front and behind opened their eyes wide.

Remy really impulsively knelt down and exhaled.

“Teacher… I want to learn medicine!”

“Uh, uh, um. Yeah. That’s what our sponsor wants.”

With a more sincere momentum than ever before, the old doctor abruptly agreed.