Otherworld TRPG Game Master Chapter 21

EP.21

‘Sentra’ was a set of behavioral patterns. It’s just a lump of data with no soul or ego.

AI in the developing simulation world was so bare and fleeting. With insufficient data and storage space, it was best to stick to the bare bones. ‘Sentra’ was also deployed with only minimal data downloaded.

Unhesitating physical contact, kind words, high empathy level, and a personality that is easily shy. I just put a few keywords into the rich flesh.

So it would be a mindless being. Since there is no container to contain the heart in the first place, it is nothing more than a paper doll that cannot move or speak.

That’s why we needed players.

The more someone believed in fantasy magic, the more they could use that belief as a power source to materialize themselves.

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‘Sentra’ woke up in a secret passage.

The appearance of the secret passage 100 years later was stuffed as it was after the session ended. Blood flowing from someone’s body far exceeding the lethal dose. Ronya’s dead body lying face down.

‘Sentra’, who was sitting down and looking like he was hugging someone, was groping with both hands as if there was something in the air.

‘Sentra’ closed his eyes.

I felt like someone was reminding me of myself.

“Extreme… very extreme. extreme.”

Ronya’s modeling with a hole in her neck started making strange noises. It seemed like the lines that had been pre-entered by the game master were still being played.

“Centra … left … Why self -destruction …”

“I’m a second prince

Only then did ‘Sentra’ know his name. The tone is very familiar. A being called myself, driven by a faint magical power flowing from somewhere. Someone called it ‘Sentra’.

‘Sentra’ stood up. Just as a newborn baby has no goals, so did she… So, first, she decided to walk around Crown Hall and look for something. Who knows if there will be any players?

If there is a player who still harbors affection for the story that has ended, shouldn’t we praise it? I couldn’t do it before… well, what could I have done? ‘Sentra’ tilted his head in confusion.

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‘Sentra’ walked through Crown Hall.

There were a lot of people, but everyone seemed frozen. It was natural. The simulation magic circle was not currently being supplied with power. ‘Sentra’ was experiencing an unusual phenomenon.

The core principle of this simulation world was ‘reduce costs by turning PC electronics’ beliefs into a power source.’ So, maybe someone out there… continues to believe in and think of ‘Sentra’.

Because the existence of ‘Sentra’ was being affirmed at every moment, horsepower was being supplied.

The city, where everything had stopped except for Centra, looked chilly at the same time. On the one hand, it looked vibrant.

A bearded man scoops up beer, young couples clink glasses, and a resistance member pulls a large beer keg cart to solicit customers.

There is also a person who sets off a firecracker and stops with a match lit. Some people were so drunk that they hit their heads against the wall and fell asleep soundly.

…The extremist Resistance is also drawing its swords to make a fuss.

It seemed like he would wake up and move at any moment. Like a flower bud just before it blooms. When the game master infuses magic, it will move noisily as if it has never stopped.

‘Sentra’ knew that the extremist resistance group was also modeled after the same behavior pattern as itself. I know, but for some reason I don’t care… Because it’s disgusting!

He took two wooden sticks from a nearby chicken skewer vendor and inserted them into the extremist resistance fighter’s nostrils. The knife I was trying to pull out was confiscated and thrown away in a place where I couldn’t see it, and instead I gave him three chicken skewers in my hand.

‘Sentra’ felt his memories coming back little by little. To put it realistically, not to wax poetic, it was a process of metallurgical downloading of information from a stored database.

She had a hunch. This download is going to take a really… really long time. Because only a very weak amount of magical power was flowing in. If so, at least.

‘Sentra’ prayed. Please help me recall my most precious memories.

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One chicken skewer.

‘Sentra’ went into the cafe where he felt a strange attraction and sat down. It was a window seat. For some reason, I thought it would be nice to sit across from someone, so I deliberately changed the position of my chair.

When I bit into a chicken skewer, the power was not supplied and the taste was not reproduced. ‘Sentra’ decided to give up eating and just look around.

“…….”

The steeple of that church keeps catching my eye.

The amount of magical power flowing in has slightly increased. Download speeds are faster. ‘Sentra’ took it as a positive sign, but somewhere. What can I say?

It’s like he’s thinking about something harsh. It’s not that I don’t particularly like the feeling of being a bit impure and sexy with magic, but it’s also a feeling that makes me feel a little embarrassed.

“…Do you know that I was really rude sometimes?”

‘Sentra’ said that without even realizing it. I couldn’t figure out why those words came out even though there was no input signal.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it… because the gaze was a little bit explicit. I was worried. Well… I thought it was too big and they would hate it. I thought about that a little bit.”

Just whatever comes to mind, without any hesitation. ‘Sentra’ continued the conversation for a long time. alone.

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The stable was shabby. That’s because it was an unused stable. There is no one to take care of it, so the haystacks left by Irid and ‘Sentra’ still remain in disarray.

‘Sentra’ stared at the haystack. We went in there alone, lowered our voices, and crouched down.

I think I made a promise.

I feel warmth in my little finger. Hoping that we will meet again someday, praying that we can be reunited, and…

with the heart of asking you to remember me.

‘Sentra’ went into the haystack. It was dark and cold. I was lonely too. As the memory download progresses, the loneliness grows more and more.

But I also wanted that loneliness.

Loneliness is caused by the absence of someone.

Then, on the contrary, loneliness was someone’s proof. It seems like there was someone next to ‘Sentra’.

‘Sentra’, curled up in a haystack, closed his eyes and imagined someone’s facial expression. What kind of person was he? Was it a man or a woman?

“He has long eyelashes and blue eyes. Clean and refreshing, as if he captured the sky. I think his hair was blonde. A little shaggy…”

Were they similar in height?

“I think I looked up when we were standing next to each other. So, I remembered how tall they were. I think I thought that if I lifted up on my tiptoes, I could kiss them just right.”

How was your body?

“…I guess I should say he’s a little firm. So, he’s weak to skinship. So when I hug him or something, I can immediately feel his hair turning white. At that time, I too, little by little. Um…”

I stammered secretly. Okay.

“Right… ah.”

Sentra jumped up from inside the haystack. I brushed away the grass from my hair with my hands and walked away somewhere.

You have to go to the inn. The puzzle piece was there.

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“Hmm….”

‘Sentra’ quietly looked around the inn.

A quiet inn. For some reason, there was a place that felt even more empty. It definitely needs to be there, but it feels like someone took it.

For example, a chair next to the stove.

Looks like someone did some paperwork here. When ‘Sentra’ comes by saying thank you for your hard work, you act calm but accept it with great joy. Then, as soon as my fingers brush against it, my ears turn red.

Or the round table in the corner.

It was almost like a reserved seat. I think someone was eating at a table in the corner. It didn’t go down well with the other… resistance members at the inn. Then, because he looked lonely, ‘Sentra’ approached with his own plate.

We talk to each other, and to scold someone who is subtly pushing vegetables away, we dip a carrot with a fork and feed it to them. The way he frowns as if he really hates it, but obediently eats it. Smiling.

And a counter table.

I think I was weak on alcohol. That someone… ‘You are the one.’ However, my father once mentioned that if you can’t even empty a bucket of beer, you’re not a man. ‘Sentra’ was also a bit of a drunkard, so if she made a masterpiece, she won.

I don’t know about him, but ‘Sentra’ was so drunk that he looked at him as he fell asleep. While the game master is trying to cut the scene and accelerate time to move on to the next scene. I even gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“…I guess I was a little drunk at the time too.”

It was a really fun time. Happy days every time our eyes meet and we call each other’s names. ‘Sentra’ has been aware of his love since then.

So now is the time when time has frozen and only you move. This world is an inn where that person does not exist.

Even more so, I felt lonely.

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‘Sentra’ walked calmly up to the third floor.

Centra’s room was there.

I opened the door. It’s a familiar scene. A bed, a small desk, and manuscript paper occupy the entire corner of the small room. Various books. And a small vase filled with rosemary.

I felt like I could smell him.

“Are you there…?”

Open your mouth carefully. I waited for a moment to hear an answer, but then realized there was no answer. I got depressed for a moment. Somehow… I felt close.

I wondered if he had come to visit.

Kongdakkongdak. I carefully suppressed my trembling heart, tried to calm my excitement, and looked around to find his reverberations.

A small room with no space to spread out a table. ‘Sentra’ carefully sat down on the bed. Here she sat next to him.

I remember.

‘Sentra’ is… no, Centra. He tilted his head as if someone was next to him. There was a shoulder around here. When we put our bodies together, our body temperatures exchanged, we felt each other’s weight, and we shared our souls in a good atmosphere.

I remembered it. promise.

“You were supposed to call me by name…?”

I remembered.

Sentra muttered, picturing someone next to her in her mind.

“…Irid.”

I was able to come up with a name.

Sentra hummed lightly and moved her legs alternately.

Finally, I drew the name of my loved one and found myself.

She began to calmly wait for their reunion someday….

A word from the author (author’s review)

This time… on a PC.

How about reading episodes 21 and 22 on the left and right at the same time?