Deceased Trapped in a Game

9th floor – Lv. ? [Catling Gun](1)

“By the way! Are we all NPCs who believe they are humans?”

The hunter and I turned around looking at what he was talking about.

The youngest looks back with a blank expression on his face.

Inspiration is… … .

“Hmm, NPC. There were times when exiles would say things like that to us. What does that mean?”

started making annoying noises.

How would an NPC explain it to a certain person? It’s a pain in the ass, but the reaction after that is also a pain in the ass.

It would be better if you could see the 5 stages of accepting that you are an NPC over the course of a month.

Usually there are fights and rude exiles.

The very bad perception of exiles is probably because there are often people who reveal this fact carelessly.

The evil part of this question is that it is a sensitive issue, but in the end the answer is unknown.

No one knows what the answer is.

There are NPCs who suffer from that fact until the very end. It’s different for each person where they find their worth.

In order not to create a troublesome problem, she tries to change her words, but the girl continues with her innocent eyes.

“Until now, I had no idea, but exiles like Blanchet are definitely NPCs? But there seems to be something called a randomly generated NPC, am I a human?”

Think about it quickly

Wouldn’t you rather think sooner?

Eyes met with the hunter.

The young man is looking around, wondering what the hell this is.

The girl later realized the existence of the old man.

The old orc shaman has been doing very well these past few days. Until all the boundaries are blown away.

“Um, well. Will you follow us all the way to the kingdom?”

“It’s a kingdom. I’ve seen a lot of exiles saying things like that. If I had been more curious, I’d have asked that first. Now I’m curious. What’s going on there?”

What the inspiration said, give me freedom.

A place where God’s eyes do not reach, a place where you do not have to be bound by race.

That place is the kingdom.

Because it is a land where many NPCs from various servers also accept themselves and live there.

It’s not true that God’s eyes don’t reach, but there’s nothing to be interfered with.

The Spirit knows anyway.

“Hmm, what’s difficult to say? Then there’s nothing I can do about it.”

The old orcs seem to have learned to live like that.

If you think about it, the older twins were mostly like that.

If it wasn’t for a saint, that is, a disciple he had picked up in his later years, he wasn’t a person who was angry about something.

When fighting, what he shows is his face as an Orc. It’s not like he’s angry as an individual.

I did not dare to avoid the question, and the old man rarely widened his wrinkled eyes.

“Huh, then I’m just a creature created by something. No, there could be a creator of all things. That’s what I thought. The gods always defended their realm.”

Eyes narrow again.

“But the gods were also said to be exiles. How can you understand why exiles appear so constantly? Did you say this floor? They said that the odd-numbered floor is a completely different world from the continent.”

Although he did not reveal it, he was enjoying this unexpected trip. It was the same when I came to the 9th floor.

Even while exercising, he sometimes immersed himself in meditation by moving his magical powers as if measuring something.

However, he didn’t go out too far because the behavior that satisfies his curiosity more than that might be a nuisance.

“I’d rather be comfortable.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, well, I exist in another place, and it’s not the first time you’ve seen me. What’s important about these things. I’ve already put everything down and have my whole body.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“It’s the truth of the world. It was a young joke.”

For now, I’ll just have to listen to the thunder.

With that sound, the old man just picked up the hammer and went to the corner. Sit still and close your eyes.

Shamans do a lot of training to communicate like that. It is a natural thing to do when you draw more natural magic than your own.

But now it’s probably for a different reason.

Whatever it is, it’s okay.

* * *

“hey!”

“Oh, but! I just thought of it all of a sudden! I wanted to do it!”

The girl raises the guard and makes excuses. I used my raised hand to scratch my head.

“Yeah, it can be. Actually, everyone does.”

The hunter just shrugged.

“Girl, everyone lives with anxiety.

That’s a lie. He was the most anxious person. Someone who loved NPCs.

A person who thought that he might just have such a setting.

He must have harbored more intense emotions than anyone else, so he must have suffered even more that those feelings might be false.

The mere fact that such a possibility exists is terrifying enough.

The girl didn’t notice it.

“Is that so? Actually, I think I’m fine.”

A confident yet confident smile.

It is a refreshing expression suitable for a bright face.

“I don’t really like my past. Whatever the old days, it was my free will from the time I came in! I fell in love with you as my doctor completely! Now that’s it.”

No, you may have noticed.

This is what the girl says to the hunter.

The hunter laughed bitterly. He seems to know too.

“Well, I guess I should have been set up to like you?”

“Hmm, I think that part was definitely probable without such a setting first.”

“The boss is a reliable party leader.”

I wondered what the youngest would be like, but the big giant tilted his ferocious eyes and said.

“A world where people aren’t like people. A world where people might be right. Because it wasn’t that far away.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and added.

“Rather, it is a world where faith has become a more important value.”

I knew this wasn’t a normal Earth, but it’s a strangely difficult world.

Should I ask? I did it. When we start digging for each other’s secrets, there is no end.

I… … I still think of you as NPCs.

how would you say that

* * *

The first thing you need to do is secure the Healing Fountain. I didn’t even go near.

Sam is like a gas chamber for the Undead.

Divinity, one of the components of the healing spring, is quite powerful.

That fountain itself is something that gathers the divinity of all the gods and makes it a law to make it happen.

Even the divinity of the high-ranking characters permeates, so it is understandable to make the undead suffer so much.

This fountain is always sealed in some form or another. Now the trees are extraordinarily dense against the wall.

If this boundary is crossed, the spring water disappears. Potion bottles are the only way to get out of the spring water.

It’s a simple task.

The water comes out and sprinkles on the scattered exiles.

It heals wounds, not status ailments.

All those who have fallen into magical sleep lie quietly.

Blood is drawn from the wounds on each body and flows into me.

The little boy is also sitting in the shade next to him and feeding him.

Released in a strange house, the little boy, who was motionless in the corner like a frightened cat, was still hungry, so he took it and ate it.

Even cats don’t like people who feed them.

The girl grunted.

“Not funny.”

“Originally, the nogada in the game is not fun.”

“It’s fun if I level up.”

“It can be.”

[He exclaims that the God of Nature is indeed an interesting, evil, and anti-human means.]

“Is that a compliment?”

[I ask if it is an insult to say that the god of nature is good.]

“I’m not talking.”

Blood is not copied indefinitely.

It’s something I don’t know about because it’s rare, but the effect gets weaker as you pour in the potion.

As the body itself becomes more or less sacred, it will receive less weakness.

In general, it doesn’t matter because you don’t need to use such a large amount of potions, but it exists to limit these tricks.

Actually, I’ve seen attempts to make potion water by opening water pipes before.

Even in the world of labyrinth where various tricks are possible, the way of crossing the line is strictly blocked.

So, to some extent, the body with a limit in regenerating blood is mercilessly disposed of.

He cautioned the party members.

“The leveling is done well. It needs to be leveled to a certain extent. While checking each other’s level.”

The points obtained here will become another skill.

Hunters cannot handle magic, but they can use it forcibly in the form of skills.

The girl should just keep walking down the path of an extremely fast and powerful super-melee assassin.

The youngest is already a tanker with many guilds to look out for even by kingdom standards.

The little one is a bit of a problem. To make this guy usable, we need to start teaching him quickly.

However, as a vampire right now, it seems that he was driven to the brink of starvation, so his basic stamina is the problem.

keep feeding blood Even if I eat a little less, this guy needs to be fed too.

“Eup, eb-eup! Turn it off!”

spit and pour blood. While not drowning, Yunan.

As a matter of fact, you need to feed them well when they are in their prime.

* * *

The female archer couldn’t get a questionable expression on her face.

it was a cat

Yellow fur on the back and white fur on the belly.

On the front feet, the yellow hair runs down the legs, and only the tips turn white as if they were wearing socks.

Sleeping in the sunlight inside us.

The dwarf leader opened us up.

Growling, the cat looks at this side.

He starts scratching his head gently.

The Orc Leader is also watching it.

He looked incredibly serious.

The dwarf leader scratching the cat’s head was a rock dwarf, so it looks like an elementary school student playing with a cat.

But everyone is very nervous. A sound of swallowing is heard.

Everyone is silent as if in an instant situation.

Tension, fear, anxiety.

The female archer did not hear the explanation properly. Everyone else seemed to know.

It is impossible to raise any doubts.

It looks like they are disarming bombs.

The female archer was remarkably silent.

The dwarf leader serves jerky where he got it. The cat started taking it.

Someone breathed a sigh of relief.

After enjoying the treat, the cat claps its front paws and washes it by rubbing it on its face.

Then he started rubbing his head at the dwarf leader.

There is a pleasant groaning sound.

The dwarf leader carefully grabbed the cat.

If you look at the picture, you can still see a cute child gently touching the cat.

The cat quietly held her in her arms.

But his posture was a little odd. A female archer who had experience raising cats almost said no.

Grasp the cat’s neck with your left hand and extend it forward. With his right hand, he pushed his stomach forward, supporting only his stomach.

And his right hand gently scratched the cat’s stomach.

The archer didn’t know what kind of skit this was.

I couldn’t stand it and was about to ask a question.

The orc leader approached cautiously and whispered something.

The dwarf leader nodded with a serious expression and pulled the cat’s tail.

The cat started purring.

Big. A little bigger.

The archer didn’t even want to know what was going on now. I just watched.

The finger of the dwarf leader’s right hand tickled the cat’s stomach again.

oh oh oh

Something was fired with a cry.

There was a sound. It was too small for a gunshot, but it sounded like something was pouring out.

sounds of rain? No, it’s a little different than that. Yeah, it’s like thousands of raindrops hitting somewhere at the same time.

The results were completely unknown.

All the trees in front where the dwarf leader was aiming at the cat like a gun disappeared or fell.

All of them had large stems and were dug into arbitrary shapes. A volley of deadly and terrifying bullets seemed to have passed by.

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief.

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Joy is also mixed. The buzzing sound grows louder.

The orc leader frowned and gestured hiss.

The dwarf leader carefully grabbed the cat and put it back into the cage.

A party member carried a small leather bag. There was milk.

The cat licked the milk as if nothing had happened.

The archer was finally able to ask a question.

“What the hell is that?”

A human party member who became the predecessor of the female archer answered with a curious frown.

“I don’t know either, but I guess that’s what the labyrinth’s [special weapon] is all about. It’s like a terrible joke.”

“Is that… a weapon?”

“It’s said that they ignore magical defenses or anything and hit them with the power they just saw. Well, you can’t take them out of this floor.”

The female archer moaned. For every exile, the labyrinth will be a nightmare.

It was terribly realistic, but where it was needed was also bizarrely unrealistic.

However, the most uniquely bizarre thing awaits you during your exile.

The archer seemed to understand why the old exiles were going crazy.

I felt like the labyrinth had become a more terrifying and realistic nightmare.