"Hey, hey, hey, you upstairs, note that this is just a game."
"Holy crap, this counts as a game trailer? I seriously almost couldn't find my way out."
"Ah, me too. I almost forgot; I nearly thought that was humanity's future. But Heroic Spirits, huh? This setting is truly amazing. And the actors' performances are simply god-tier; I almost really believed ancient heroes had resurrected."
"Right, right, right! During the Battle of Heroic Spirits, I almost couldn't breathe. It was as if I was truly watching gods at war."
"Holy cow, that glittering golden Servant is really strong. When he fought the green one, the entire planet was illuminated."
Fallen Angel Black Cat: "His name is Gilgamesh, right? I seem to have heard it somewhere."
Little Kirino: "The Epic of Gilgamesh! We learned it in elementary school textbooks."
Fallen Angel Black Cat: "Who remembers that? But was it really that early? Hohoho, his strength isn't bad. He is already not inferior to me, the Queen of the Night."
"Eighty percent chance that's him. Then the other one should be Enkidu. Also, turns out Black Cat-chan is a chuunibyou?"
Fallen Angel Black Cat: "Who is a chuunibyou?! I am the Heroic Spirit Caster who responded to the summoning to descend upon the modern world. Careful, or I'll crawl through the network cable to curse you!!!"
Angel Kikyo: "Wait, do you guys feel that the people inside look somewhat familiar?"
Why did she feel that the woman wearing a black coat, with numb eyes and killing without blinking, looked somewhat like a certain woman in her class?
Yes.
That certain woman who seemed to have seen through her essence and rejected becoming friends with her.
If it were really her, that would be great. That numb look, that look so despairing it seemed to be screaming 'Someone save me'.
The b~est~.
A certain fake angel Kikyo, who was black when cut open, cupped her heart. Closing her eyes, just imagining it made her feel like she was about to cli~max.
"Hahaha, I'm looking forward to it too much. I can't wait. Even if it exceeds twenty thousand yen, I definitely have to get this game. Just the trailer alone is worth it."
"Worth it, definitely worth it! Even ten million yen would be worth it! Believe me, this is absolutely a century-class epic that is bound to sweep the world. Even if you just become a player one step ahead and start a livestream, it's enough to give you financial freedom."
Kasumi Utako: "Of course I believe it, but compared to making money, I want to play this game right now, immediately! Without playing FGO, I'm going to die!!!"
"Mommy, me too. I'm itching all over, like I'm going through withdrawal!"
Little Kirino: "Damn it. This company, Chaldeas, is actually dangling our appetites!! [○･｀Д´･○]!!"
Eriri: "Right, let's go! Everyone go to the official site to demand an update! Who is ten thousand spots enough for? If foreigners saw this, they'd think we couldn't afford it!"
"Wait, the trial level has been released! You can play if you have VR glasses at home!!!"
"Heavens, it's actually true? Just two thousand yen to experience the trial level first?"
"Otherworld-level realism? For real?"
Black Cat looked at the interface before her eyes, which was like a brilliant starry sky, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Her chuunibyou soul keenly sensed that something was wrong.
Little Kirino rolled her eyes: "Of course it is. Marketing, do you understand marketing?"
They couldn't have truly created an Otherworld.
Even aliens aren't that ridiculous.
"Say no more. Fifty thousand yen offered up. I'm going to try it first... Holy sh*t, badass! It's really no different from reality..."
This bro was so excited he shouted profanities.
Soon.
That ID silently floated up again: "...."
Obviously hesitating to speak.
"How was it? Speak quickly!"
Black Cat was dying of anxiety.
She didn't have VR glasses at home, nor could she take out fifty thousand yen. She could only watch others play to satisfy her craving.
The other party spoke silently: "...How should I put it? I didn't experience anything. I didn't even see clearly who it was before I got insta-killed."
"Insta-killed? Spill the details!"
"Simply put, it probably scanned your body data through the glasses.
"The face can be changed, but once you enter, you have your current body type and physical fitness. As for the movement rules and physics engine, I couldn't tell any difference from reality anyway.
"Then, just as I was exploring the difference between the body inside and reality, my vision went black, and I was logged out."
"Understood. You were trying to take off your pants, right?"
The other party's words not only failed to dampen everyone's enthusiasm but instead made everyone's pupils burn as hot as fire.
The anticipation was pulled to the max.
That person's face turned red as he argued: "Does taking off pants in a game count as taking off pants?"
The female netizens unanimously expressed contempt for the pervert.
The male players also looked like they understood completely: "Little punk, don't think we don't know what you're planning."
"Who's planning what? I have zero interest in virtual 2D waifus."
"So did you take off your pants?"
The other party fell silent for a moment: "I took them off. I had just taken them down to my ankles when someone beat me to death with one hit. But there was tactile sensation; I could feel the fabric rubbing against my skin..."
"Holy crap, that perverted? No, I have to go try it."
Many male netizens were energized.
You can take off pants?
There's even physical sensation?
No, this must be tried!!
But soon.
"Grass, insta-killed!"
The bro's eyes were red as he typed frantically: "This game's balance definitely has problems.
"I am 1.93 meters tall and weigh 140 kilograms. One of my punches can daze a professional boxer two weight classes below me. I was holding a two-handed greatsword.
"How could I be whittled to death by a broken ancient person, at most 165cm tall, wearing tattered rags and using a broken piece of iron?"
"Hahaha, if you're bad, just practice more. Watch me. You know Makoto Kyogoku, the Ten-Time Karate Champion from twenty years ago, right? That modern Martial Saint known as the 'Modern Destruction Dragon'? I am his grand-disciple.
"Let me show you what Karate is, what is..."
Silence.
No sound made.
Black Cat: "Still there, Martial Saint?"
Nino Likes Bad Boys: "Yeah, how did it go? Did you win? Say something even if you lost, Martial Saint?"
That bro finally couldn't hold it back:
"I am not the Martial Saint; I said I am the Martial Saint's grand-disciple."
Kasumi Utako: "So did you win?"
Martial Saint's Grand-Disciple: "...."
Blank: "Speak!"
Martial Saint's Grand-Disciple took a long time before squeezing out two words: "Insta-killed."
But he didn't say there were issues with the mechanics or stats like the big-bodied guy.
Instead, he typed with a solemn expression: "I suspect that martial artist is a real martial artist controlling it from behind the scenes, and definitely a world-class martial artist currently standing at the very apex of the world.
"The technique was too terrifying. Even my master's master, Makoto Kyogoku, only relied on technique to kick out ten times the explosive force, able to snap a stone pillar with one kick.
"But that crippled fist master sprinted instantly to my face. One Iron Mountain Lean (Tieshankao) shattered my body along with my arms."
Damn it.
Before he died, he even saw his own flesh and blood plastered all over the wall of the ruined temple behind him, okay?
His head even rumbled and rolled to the opponent's feet, and was then crushed by the opponent's foot.
The martial artist cursed inwardly.
His whole person was depressed.
"That's not right. You didn't go in at all, did you? I encountered a down-and-out samurai, a short Japanese Ronin!"
Big Tyrant raised a question.
"Impossible. It was definitely a Chinese martial artist. The time point should be the late Ming Dynasty period."
"Bullsht. I saw it clearly. It was obviously a small Japanese samurai holding a broken piece of iron. The result? He fcking cut me in half at the waist with one Iai Slash. What martial artist? Not even enough for one strike.
"Look at the clothing emblem; there was also the emblem of the Kyoto Shinsengumi from the Bakumatsu period. Maybe it was Okita Souji's subordinate."
"You're the one spouting bullsh*t. It was clearly a martial artist. Looking at the path, it should be the 'Eight Extremities Fist: No Second Strike' of Li Shuwen, who is extremely famous in our Neon. One punch can hammer your Japanese samurai into a blood mist."
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