Otherworld TRPG Game Master

143 – Initiation

“…So, Envers decided to experience it. The professor’s magic, which some call dimensional magic and others call illusion magic.”

-Hmm…What do you think he’s thinking?

“Envers? Well. I think he’s a little long-winded… Anyway, what should I pack for him?”

At Selvier’s question, Niole reflected on his past experiences. And he thought about what to say. Listen carefully to the words of a crazy wizard? Protect your loved ones so that your mind doesn’t collapse⋯⋯?

No, it might be better to believe that everything is fake. He seemed like a person with a weak mentality in the first place.

I even heard that Envers is going solo this time. When his mind is broken, there will be no one around to lift him up. So it wouldn’t be a bad idea to just protect himself by saying it’s an illusion.

So what kind of honey tip should I give him?

What is the most necessary ability for a stranger who has fallen into a different world with different times, buildings, backgrounds, and common sense? Niole found the answer.

Utility.

If you don’t know what kind of adversity and hardship you will face, you should have at least one ability that can twist your body in any ordeal. So.

-Even if it’s simple, an artifact. What if I give you something like a flashlight or a lighter?

“What’s a flashlight and a lighter?”

-Oh, so… something like a small light emitter and a small flame generator. Envers, who is not a wizard, will face many uncomfortable situations. I think he needs a tool to fill in the parts he can’t do.

“Certainly…”

Niole’s words made sense. Selvier nodded and went through the list of artifacts she could make in her head.

● Small ignition device and short wand that emits light in a cone shape

● Scroll to dry clothes and potion to increase fire resistance

● Scroll that emits black smoke

● Explosion scroll

“I’ll make one for each. Thank you, Niole. It was helpful.”

-You’re welcome. But Selvier… Are you interested in Envers?

“Nonsense. As I said last time, I already have someone I like.”

-Your childhood friend?

Selvier nodded. Envers was far from her ideal type in the first place, and even if he was closer to her ideal type, she wouldn’t have liked him.

No matter how much a stone rolls down a hill, it cannot remove a welded stone.

“I will only start to look for a new love when my childhood friend dies or when my childhood friend rejects me. Until then, I have no intention of liking anyone else⋯⋯ and also.”

It didn’t seem like it would come up.

Niole blinked slowly, indicating that he understood enough. And this time, he loaded advice for Selvier.

I’ve heard the story about her childhood friend about five times already. If Selvier is not seriously infatuated and distorting her memory, he must be a charming man.

If he is alive somewhere in this world, the probability that he is already entangled with a woman is very high.

Then Selvier must enter the love front as a latecomer. In some ways, it’s a more difficult position than Niole, who is competing with Tara.

The disadvantaged side will only die if they act defensively.

The more you are cornered, the more aggressively you have to go out to see the way out. Just as Niole mustered up the courage to blow up all kinds of plots.

Niole took out a piece of cloth made of obscenity from his closet.

-Selvier, do you want to try this on?

“Suddenly? Uh… This, this is, what. Huh.”

Selvier, who witnessed the unspeakable underwear, failed the sanity check roll. Judging from its shape, it seemed to be a type of clothing that covered the lower abdomen, but it was far from the functional concept she knew.Out of nowhere, why are you asking me to wear this? As Selvia was fumbling in confusion, Niole sent a telepathic message.

-Women need weapons, Selvia.

“W, weapon…”

-If you can put in as much effort as you love someone… Selvia, how far can you go?

“…!!”

How far can I go? Do I have the passion to win someone’s love, even if I have to throw away my shame and dignity? At Niole’s whisper, Selvia lightly gripped the indescribable underwear.

She drew her magic sword!

—- —-

In the clearing of the mountains, the beggar and Enverse met again, reflecting on the closed Tower of Trials. Enverse was about to leave for the martial arts world, so he intended to share various information so that he would not suffer any hardship.

The language problem would be solved by a wizard who could use sorcery, but even if he could communicate, it would not be easy for a colored person to live in the Central Plains.

However, if he made good use of his old connections and information from when he was once an open ark, he would be able to get through it wisely. The beggar sat on a tree stump.

“Are you ready to leave?”

“Yes. Thanks to my friends… They took care of everything.”

Enverse untied the bundle he had brought and spread the items on the floor.

The fireworks set made by Selvia. It has high attack power.

The food bag made by Luna. It has a good cost-effectiveness.

Even if the sorcery goes wrong and Enverse falls into a deserted mountain, these items will buy him time until someone finds him. The beggar moan slowly.

And he gave Enverse the following information.

● How to find the open fountain (look for a beggar with a knot tied around his waist)

● The cave at the bottom of Lake Cheonkyungho (there is a spirit medicine / but it is guarded by a serpent)

Finally, the beggar looked at Enverse and wished him luck.

“I have already passed on the open martial arts to you, so today I would like to ask you a small favor.”

“Please tell me.”

“I have an unfinished duty.”

A strange emotion seemed to cross the beggar’s wrinkled face.

It was a bit of regret, a pity.

He had no regrets about sacrificing his life for the peace of the Kangho. The Heavenly Demon and the army of the Demonic Cult he led were powerful, and they were so vicious that they could not be stopped without risking their lives.

He had given his life cheaply in exchange for defeating and expelling the Heavenly Demon, their leader. He was a monster, and if he had been given a little more time, he would have taken the world in his hands.

However, one thing. He regretted only cutting off the open martial lineage.

The Tagubongbeop, the symbol of the Open Ark, had become extinct with the beggar. The beggar was trapped in another world after being caught in a dimensional rift, so he could not leave any supplies or even a corpse in this world.

Martial arts naturally flow along the river of time, but he had cut off that waterway. How regretful the open Taoists of later generations would be.

So, the beggar asked Enverse this.

“Time and space are strange and too high for humans to fathom. I don’t know how much time has passed in the Central Plains.”

“…”

“However, if there is still a group of beggars using the name Open, I would like you to return the Tagubongbeop. It is not a martial art that is bound to me, but something that should have continued to flow from the Open.”

“…I will definitely complete it!”

Enverse answered confidently. He did not clearly understand the value of martial arts that had been passed down through generations by any force.

He had never been born into a family with a deep tradition, nor had he ever received a great purpose that would continue over time.

He just felt sorry for the beggar’s regret. And he thought that he should keep his righteousness as much as he had been taught. [Flowing with history: Returning the batting stick method to openness]

Envers Redburn, descending the mountain.

—- —- —- — —-

Shake.

My fists gain strength without me realizing it, and my steps feel heavy.

If you fall alone into the unfamiliar world of martial arts where all kinds of martial arts are intertwined… You will definitely have a hard time. There will be a lot to be gained.

Envers touched his lips. The promise of the moon his strength.

As with the Tower of Trials, there was an explanation from a crazy wizard that his life could be preserved, and he was also told that he would return every fifteen days.

So the excitement is greater than the fear.

Just as Enbus was nervously about to step into the magic circle, the crazy wizard spoke to him vaguely.

“Do you believe in fate?”

“…What do you mean?”

The crazy wizard, who began his story with somewhat unexpected words, vaguely warned about the future Enverse would face.

“There is a ‘gravity’ in relationships. In that brief moment when you met the Heavenly Demon, the threads of each other’s fate clearly crossed and became entangled. Not too deep, not too shallow. You will definitely be drawn to each other. ”

“…What do you mean?”

“Depending on your choice, you will come face to face with the Heavenly Demon’s legacy. Even if your original abilities are lacking, if you make good friends, you will be able to reach it.”

The mad wizard raised his index finger and placed it on his lips. This meant secrecy, but it also meant silence. He said

“So, if I may dare to give you some advice—it is always difficult to uncover secrets. Just like the Tower of Trials.”

“….”

“Some secrets are like sleeping bears; If you don’t wake them up, they are safer than you think.”

Well, I hope you have a great time.

With those words, the crazy wizard caught a glimpse of Enverse.

[? : Discover the ‘secret’ and clear the martial arts session while entering the hard mode route.]

—- —- —- — —-

The martial arts session has come to an end.

He will meet a rare master among the countless people who practice martial arts. The next choice is up to him.

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Whether you take the Magyo route, the Jeongpa route, or the Sapa route, the ending converges to one point. But the meaning will be different.

However, there were a few things to modify in the existing plan. It was the part about the heroine.

Originally, I was going to give Enverse a teacher and older sister, a woman whose normal attack is 2 and a piercing attack, but I saw it.

I clearly watched Luna’s heroine moving with my own eyes.

Not only did I see it, I watched it with the two of them. That night, the lab turned upside down. Yuna was so excited that she was about to die, and Ping Valez could not stand it anymore and copied her her finger her her her kiss her her her and casted it on me.

When Yuna saw that, I think she touched my lips dozens of times with her finger. You have to do this to get excited, but pushing the number of times seems closer to smacking lips than kissing.

Still, I liked the way he was jealous because it was cute. It’s not a jealous that sets the world on fire and splits me and Pinvalez in half, but rather a feeling like ‘Why are you eating two pieces of candy?’

We can have fun with each other because we know it’s a joke.

But very occasionally, I think about what it would be like to be a little closer than a joke.

Anyway.

I scrapped Luna’s original heroine plan to prevent her from being subjected to an unintentional NTR. Instead, I decided to focus a little more on martial arts.

It stabs at all kinds of clichés. A coincidence, an epiphany, a chance entanglement, falling off a cliff into a cave, or wandering through a suspicious mountain range is a disaster.

And in the guest cup, they placed something like carbonara…“?”

“Why do you look at me like that, Mage Tower Lord?”

“What did you just say?”

“Well, they’re putting carbonara in the guest cup…”

Why not. Before I died, this was orthodox martial arts. And actually, isn’t this a different world where no one knows anything about martial arts?

In that case, what I am saying is martial arts law. Instead of placing things like somen in Jukyeopcheong, it provides a trendy menu to fully satisfy the user’s culinary tastes…

Hmm.

Yuna took a deep breath, as if she were breathing in the air of the whole world, raised her voice from her danjeon, and exhaled the sound of a lion’s nose.

“Go——!!!”

“…!!”

“I know you’ll fall behind if you don’t research the facts properly!!”

I’ve never seen Yuna express this strongly. That’s when I realized. Her Her top reading rate Her Her was romance, but second place was martial arts.

Yuna Violet Iris was perfect.