EP.3
It was the law of the world that
if you give something, you must receive something, and if you get something, you lose it.
I still don’t know why the imperial family gave me more subsidies, but given the circumstances, I was able to receive the blessing of ’30 times the subsidy’ with my hard carry.
Wouldn’t it be right for 95% of that to be returned to the person who earned it?
However, it appears that the Purple Magic Top owner had objections to the fair distribution of support funds.
“It’s my magic tower…! The purple magic tower is my magic tower!”
“It’s a subsidy I paid for.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re going to eat it all by yourself…!”
“Even with the remaining 5%, it is a 1.5-fold increase compared to last year.”
“Always! Was! Only!”
Like a child who received 10 million won in New Year’s money but was left with only 50,000 won due to his parents’ merciless ‘I’ll give it back to you when I grow up’, the purple magic tower was lying on the floor and clucking.
“Wow, my disciples… You don’t have to recycle the rubbish magic gemstones you used… I was looking forward to it because now you can use low-level stones instead of the lowest-level!”
As Purple Magic Tower poured a spoonful of the ‘head of the family desperate to feed his family’ sentiment, even my tempered conscience began to hurt little by little. Because the seniors who moved into the Purple Magic Tower first were all ticked off.
On the day when each magic tower gathered to scout me, in other magic towers, attendants swarmed behind the magic tower owner. Everyone was wearing robes with wonderful patterns symbolizing each magic tower.
However, there was not a single attendant visible behind the purple magic tower. I thought it was because the Purple Magic Tower wizards were all outsiders, but I found out later that they just didn’t show up because they didn’t have group uniforms.
That’s right, the Purple Magic Tower was so worn out that it didn’t even have a uniform.
I even saw a senior licking the breadcrumbs left on his plate to save research expenses.
It was definitely sad to see a high-income professional called a wizard living such a miserable life.
But if I give in here… my research will be delayed.
A thrilling and far-reaching research project to implement virtual reality for TRPG.
‘We should bring out a fierce dragon and have the players catch it after a heroic battle.’
An inner whisper gently seeped into my heart.
Aren’t the pain and tears of the Magic Tower seniors an inevitable sacrifice?
As if he had read the mind reading that passed through my eyes, the purple magic tower lord entered Phase 2.
He crawled onto his knees, clinging to his pants, and started whining.
“Subsidy money!”
“hmm.”
My heart started to shake.
Do I really have to donate my research funds (provisional) to the Magic Tower like this?
At that moment, a thunderbolt of inspiration passed through my head.
“Seniors need support.”
“…huh?”
“Then, if all of the Magic Tower seniors think, ‘There is no need for the subsidy,’ then I don’t have to feel any remorse, right?”
Will that work?
The Purple Mage Tower said so with his mouth.
Wizards are people who have always been crazy about research funds. No matter how relatively weak the magic tower is, the purple magic tower receives subsidies from the imperial family. But isn’t it strange that I wash dishes with my tongue and can’t participate in extracurricular activities because I don’t have a uniform?
They are poor because they waste the money to buy uniforms and eat delicious food on research.
People who want to dedicate their lives to creating something have this stubbornness.
He’s not as good as me, but he has a respectable level of mind reading. Most people will not want to give up their research funds. But I had a trick.
“Let’s try to persuade the Magic Tower seniors. If we fail to persuade them, we will just eat 50%.”
“Hey yay…! I ate 50%…!”
As if he didn’t even think that I would be successful in persuading him, the Purple Magic Tower was already shouting hurray. I must have felt so good that the illusion of soap bubbles floated around me.
As I quietly looked at the floating bubbles, I said to my seniors, ‘You crazy bastard, covet my research funds!!’ ‘If you don’t leave right away, I will confess.’ The image of hearing gossip about others passed by.
When the magician is in a good mood, sometimes what he imagines in his head comes out.
He said, ‘Because my research is more important, I will spend 95% of the research funds.’ It was obvious that if I said my true feelings, it would end up like the illusion I just saw.
However, the truth that pretty people are more persuasive is true regardless of time and place. Isn’t there even a saying that a handsome and pretty smile cannot spit during the day? So there is only one correct answer.
“Used by the beauty class.”
“?”
Applause clap clap.
As I activated my magical power with will, Heart-chan appeared behind me in a strange posture.
It’s common etiquette to strike a strange pose when summoning something humanoid from behind.
The weaknesses of people who stay in the tower and only do research are obvious. This is the world of beauty.
Compared to insiders who have developed their temptation tolerance by going out and socializing and making friends, the temptation tolerance of self-canned researchers is at the level of a piece of paper….
Making a sortie here is a femme fatale fantasy magic that has touched the hearts of men all over the continent. This is the 3rd revised version of the NPC Heart-chan.
The face of the Purple Magic Tower turned bright red.
“In order to receive research funds, he will wear a mask using illusion magic… and seduce male seniors like him…!!”
“The player and the character are separated.”
“But half of the Magic Tower is… women! That won’t work…”
“If it were just Heart-chan, it would have been the same.”
If there are female characters, there are also male characters. It’s a given.
Although there are some monsters who play only female characters even if they die soon and open TRPGs where all the characters are female, I am pursuing the harmony of human nature’s yin and yang. Couldn’t I be a male character like that?
match.
A middle-aged, dignified butler with a monocle and white hair.
match.
Haraguro── Short-shorts shota butler who looks innocent on the outside but is a devil on the inside.
match.
A young, magpie-haired butler who looks a bit delinquent and grumbles, yet subtly takes care of people and works diligently at work.
match.
A suspiciously narrow-eyed butler with a sexy voice and a romantic style of speaking.
“Sir, we have prepared coffee from the North Continent that suits the fall weather.”
“Master, master! Try mine, not Joseph’s! The jasmine tea is well brewed!”
“Hey, master! You said it was bitter last time… I tried it with more care this time.”
“Hehehe… Miss. This is black tea filled with love in its own way. Would you please accept it?”
“Huhhh…!!”
As the four butlers formed an encirclement surrounding the purple magic tower, the magic tower trembled and crumpled like a capybara caught in a trap.
When I lowered my head and observed his expression, his face was bright red from embarrassment, but the corners of his mouth were trembling. It’s good to be shy.
It seems that among the four basic butler archetypes ABCD, there was a character trait that worked.
“Is there something uncomfortable? Please tell this to Joseph.”
“Master, your face is bright red! You might have a fever, so let me check for a moment…”
“Whatever, if you have a cold, I have the scarf I made this time. I’ll give it to you, master.”
“They say that a cold can be easily cured if you pass it on to someone else. If you don’t mind, I could catch the young lady’s cold with my mouth—” The
magic tower owner’s expression showed a look of ‘Wow, I don’t like it.’ The last narrow-eyed butler immediately erased it. Was it a problem that the character tasted like butter? The rest of the butler’s expressions brightened again as if they had passed.
10 minutes after being subjected to the merciless carpet bombing by the butler.
The purple magic tower completely melted and collapsed.
“Test run completed.”
I felt confident. Although the purple magic tower lord was someone who was particularly easy to take down, even taking that into account, I think he would be able to ‘persuade’ his seniors.
When I snapped my fingers, the Heart and Deacon units lined up and began to advance at a rapid pace. In order to elicit an answer from everyone at the Magic Tower, ‘I will not be greedy for research funding.’
“Uh no… no…!”
The flabby magic tower holder squeezed out the last of his energy and stretched out his hand.
She felt it too. If things continue like this, the Magic Tower will be conquered by my NPC army.
But what on earth can you do with your already melted expression and shaky legs?
All the magic tower owner was allowed to do was watch the moment of the magic tower’s fall while mulling over happiness like Bambi the baby deer. I put on the hood and laid down leisurely on the sofa.
The time it took to occupy the Magic Tower was two days and two hours.
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Two years have passed since I started research, spending all the funding on my own.
It was an idyllic day when I wisely used illusion magic to overcome the Purple Magic Tower’s evil plan to steal my support money.
While trying to implement automatic operation of NPCs, I got stuck and had a hard time. To show a realistic world, at least 10 NPCs are needed. The more, the better.
So I couldn’t operate manually forever. I felt it keenly the day I manually operated the butler corps. I felt like my head was going to cramp up.
You must move according to your automatically set personality. At the same time, I must be able to board and control it in an emergency. Yeah… I needed AI technology.
Can this be implemented with a fantasy magic one-tool? Should we look into collaboration with other schools?
As my worries deepened, the purple magic tower plopped down next to me.
In Korea, there is a mind control chair that forces the person sitting on it to spit out all their family history. The unique and mysterious atmosphere relaxes people’s hearts.
Yeah, the vibe.
I felt that vibe.
The Purple Magic Tower was silent for a moment and then cautiously opened his mouth.
“What kind of magic do you want to create?”
For some reason, the person who was always shy started asking a serious question, and the atmosphere became like that.
It is an atmosphere of early morning emotion where you have to unblock your mind and reveal your inner feelings.
I answered simply.
“The world.”
“Here… Is the world you’re in now not enough?”
“If you say it the other way around, you won’t understand.”
“He’s got a good head…”
Mabju hesitated and then seemed to decide to hit him with a straight ball.
Determination flashed in his round eyes. It is a wick that is strong and unlikely to break.
“Do you know that you’ve never called my name before?”
“You are the Magic Tower Lord.”
“And what about the others?”
“…….”
There was none.
In fact, I didn’t even remember.
It was some kind of mental illness. I didn’t hear anyone else’s name.
I wondered if I could hear it, but then I forgot the name.
I wondered if the reincarnation privilege had been given as a curse, so I checked various things after joining the Magic Tower. Both body and soul were clean, and there were no traces of the curse engraved on them. They said it was pure mental illness.
I looked at the expression of the girl who I could only remember as ‘Purple Magic Tower’.
That is an expression called sadness and worry.
“… sometimes, very occasionally… I don’t feel alive. I feel like my mind is somewhere else.”
“…….”
What the Mage Tower said was right.
It was a reincarnation I did not wish for. Or, it was a reincarnation full of flaws.
It would have been better if I had no memories of my past life. I remember a lot. The air that could not be called clear, the scent of pine trees in the mountains behind, the soybean paste stew made by my mother, the crispy fried halibut porridge, and shredded raw kimchi.
Garbage bags bursting on the side of the school road. Street lights come on after blinking four times at night.
A photo of my ex-girlfriend still remains in a corner of my phone album. TRPG records made so far.
okay.
My soul stayed in Korea in the 21st century.
“If it’s a problem I can help with…”
“Shall I show you?”
“…huh?”
“Shall I show you the world I was in?”
He spit it out impulsively and the purple magic tower lord nodded.
That’s how my first mastering after reincarnation began.
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