Otherworld TRPG Game Master Chapter 38

EP.38

“Listen carefully, Pero…. You are actually a brain in a vat.”

“What is a brain in a vat?”

“Oh, people from this world don’t know…?”

It was a new bad habit for Yuna, the purple magic tower lord. You inadvertently end up using the knowledge you gained from hanging out with him on other people.

But what metaphor is more fitting than a brain in a vat?

I was able to explain all my profound concerns in just four words. Clichés were a means of conveying such implicit information.

So should I explain the matrix first?

Yuna thought about it for a while, then thought about the dilemma of the created being, the structure of the soul, the duties of the born intellect, how much the artificial soul is worth, etc… If we go into the discussion, instead of explaining the numerous problems that won’t be answered even if we talk about it for a year.

For now, I decided to brush it aside as religious blindness and move on.

“I am… God.”

“Are you God?!”

“I am the friend and partner of the God who created you. I have access and modification rights, so I guess I can be considered a god too.”

“If that’s the case, God… why is the world full of pain?”

“…….”

The archmage stumbled from the counterattack that flew like a sword. Perhaps he said, ‘There must be pain for a happy ending to shine.’ I would have answered However, that only applies in stories; if you actually live it, you will be angry.

‘I decided to inflict pain on you so that you can think about the happiness that will come later!’

As soon as the guy named Shin said this, Yuna was ready to hit that face with the full-power Yuna Death Beam.

So, I’m running out of things to say, so I can’t help but hesitate.

Fortunately, Perrault had a warm heart that could take into consideration the voices in his head that were either parasites in the brain, parasites that mistakenly thought of themselves as gods, or really gods.

“That’s a difficult problem…!”

“Yes.”

“Let’s find out together!”

“…That’s right.”

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The explanation is roughly finished. And he even showed himself in order to escape the slander that he was a parasite. Perrault seemed to identify with the formidably short figure that was comparable to his own.

He also proved his divine power with the miracle of five loaves and two fish, producing 30 years’ worth of food with a single wave of his hand.

So paradise was full of food. The facilities were good, emergency power was plentiful, and facilities such as vents were working properly. It was so good that even men and women could pair up and form a soccer team.

But the biggest problem is that there is only one Perot.

People are social animals, so they get lonely when they are alone. If you do not communicate and interact with others, you will become very stressed. Maybe you will become sick in your heart.

Therefore, Yuna tried several methods.

“…what it this?”

“That 1st princess’s life size…? I couldn’t input it into the AI, but I thought it would make her less lonely if she used it as a hugging pillow….”

“…….”

“I’m sorry….”

That kind person As Perot looked up at the sky with eyes looking at trash, Yuna quickly erased the modeling of the first princess. It wasn’t an intention to cause any mental damage, it was pure goodwill.

Why didn’t they even draw pictures of women on long hugging pillows where he lived?

But failure is failure. A gift is only meaningful if the recipient is happy.

Next, I drew a picture on a volleyball and gave it to him.

“This is Wilson.”

“…It’s a ball, right?”

“No, it’s Wilson.”

“God… if you’re lonely, I can be someone you talk to.”

“…My friend is busy preparing for the move these days, so I’m a little lonely…”

Rather, I felt comforted.

He was so happy that he fell while doing somersaults after receiving the suggestion from the 2nd prince, ‘How about taking office as a professor at the academy?’ I went to the academy and thought I would just play TRP all day, so I was busy preparing to build the second simulation room.

Yuna tried clinging to his back like a cicada, and was annoyed by the lack of attention, so she tried attacking his ears like she did, but it had no effect.

“By the way… are you trying not to show yourself to anyone else but me?”

“…huh?”

“There’s also Learo…”

“I guess that means only the chosen ones can see me… Huh.”

Since Yuna was running the simulation by directly supplying magical power, Learo would also be wandering somewhere in the wasteland. The player is not connected, so it goes into sleep mode.

It is probably just continuing to process simple calculations. Survival roll success or failure.

So there was no point in calling Learo. Self-consciousness did not bloom in him. I had no interest in giving something that resembled an answering machine. As I was organizing things in my head, it suddenly occurred to me.

If the feedback from the 1st princess made Perot move, what about the 2nd prince, who was ten times more immersed than the 1st princess…?

Yuna, whose thoughts reached that point late, called the prince, flowers, and the resistance and connected. As expected, Sentra had awakened to self-consciousness and was walking around the city…

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Sentra believed in a reunion someday.

So, I started collecting miscellaneous items from all over the city. I made a statue of the 2nd prince Irid (who doesn’t look like Irid no matter how I look at it) and decorated a sign saying congratulations on meeting me again. Because an event was needed for the reunion.

The waiting time was not painful. Because I could feel my heart beating so clearly. And I could clearly see that there was a connection.

So, I believe that my feelings will be conveyed at least a little. This is what you shout out when you start your day.

“Okay, Irid! Let’s do our best today!”

“…Ughhhhh!”

“who are you?!”

The archmage saw this and wrung out his handkerchief.

Unlike Perot, Sentra realized that he was a created being. So, I was able to realize that this being who suddenly appeared during a pause in time was in a similar position to the Creator.

“I’ll let you meet me… Sigh. I’ll protect you from the evil disciple…!”

“Uhm… Shall we blow our nose first? Let’s do it. Heh.”

For now, I tried to appease him.

The archmage mumbled his thoughts about the Centra-Irid coupling for 10 minutes before he stopped crying. Still, somehow we succeeded in conveying information. The fact that he is an ally.

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Three people gathered at the Apocalypse Shelter. There was an adventurer boy, a resistance lady, and an archmage.

“Let me introduce you. This is Sentra. This is Pero.”

“Nice to meet you. My name is Sentra.”

“Oh hello! My name is Pero!”

“…It’s blonde.”

Sentra looked closely at Pero’s blonde hair. It was a color that reminded me of Irid. Then, just in case, I asked Yuna.

“It’s not Irid’s child, is it?”

“…?!”

“The time I feel and the time outside may be different. Just in case.”

“No, Pero is… the same as you.”

“aha.”

On the other hand, Pero also seemed to think of someone when he saw Sentra’s chest armor. Yuna fed Pero a piece of honey chestnut, asking if he remembered it after seeing it. The boy had a bit of a lecherous side to him.

“Wait a minute, blonde… horny…”

A thunderbolt struck Yuna’s head. Did you make this guy after watching Irid…!

When I saw the tear dots on it, I thought it was modeled after a man from an adventurer party. Looking back, there were quite a few parts that matched Irid.

I guess he realized that Elaine cared for his younger sister at the conference room at Irid’s think tank and suddenly took it away.

“Then why did you invite us here?”

“Oh, well… I’d like to propose a deal!”

Of course, I wanted to protect these characters who had sprouted egos. I wanted to provide convenience if possible, and furthermore, I thought I would be satisfied if I could turn it into reality.

You said you’d give me a happy ending, but I couldn’t reunite with Irid, you idiot.

However, the purple magic tower master was not mistaken about priorities. This is as long as it does not cause any harm to him. It was an attempt to create a situation for mutual benefit.

The simulation world is fragile.

The world was large, there were many different races, and there were even more monsters. What you had to be especially careful about were the monster-like guys. As it has the ability to penetrate into human dreams, it would also be possible to hide in the simulation world.

So, the intention was to use NPCs who had sprouted self-consciousness as a kind of vaccine.

“Become a vigilante.”

“Uh, vigilante?”

“Yes. When a new member arises, we welcome them and live happily, but if a bad guy sneaks into this world… I want them to scold us. We will provide convenience for them…” “That’s right… make us your great

warriors.” That’s it, God!”

Pero’s eyes sparkled. With the spread of mutants, faith had dried up, but I knew about religious stories because they were passed down orally. God chooses a great warrior and spreads his will on the earth.

The magic tower’s shoulders rose subtly at the boy’s admiring gaze.

Strangely, the wizards of the Magic Tower treated him with fear or cuteness rather than respect. I was flattered because I had never received such pure admiration.

“All the equipment, food, and amenities… just leave it to me. If we don’t have the data, I’ll even cut it down and make it for you…!”

Requests from Pero and Sentra poured in to the Mage Tower owner, who was smugly pounding his chest.

“Then it’s a holy sword or something…!”

“If I could request equipment, could you make me a more comfortable combat uniform? The one I’m wearing right now is too tight on my chest.”

“Something like a double barrel shotgun…!!”

“A beautiful dress for the reunion with Irid…”

Rumble.

The magic tower owner used his genius without hesitation to create items. The shape of the chest is the same, but the person wearing it is wearing comfortable full body tights, or a holy sword that makes a wyvern howl when you press the jewel in the middle, etc.

It was around the time when a mountain of things the two people had always wanted piled up in the Creator’s Creation special sale. Sentra, who was looking at the dress with a significant dent in the back, quietly approached the magic tower owner.

Sentra tilted her head and thought about it, then whispered quietly.

“…That Ronya. Can you not tell the person who came in Ronya?”

“How did you know I didn’t tell you…?!”

“It’s the expression of a child who is nervous about being caught breaking a vase…?”

It seemed like he could read a hint of anxiety that was lingering in his eyes while he was putting on a creative show.

They’ll get caught. Someday you will get caught.

However, Yuna had her own reasons and grounds. These were the characters of ‘The End of the Story’. The plan was that if he didn’t try to recycle it, it wouldn’t be used, and if that was the case, it would be okay to go and tell him then.

Also, she would find out someday, but from Yuna’s perspective, she wanted to postpone that time as much as possible. Because he was under the influence of ‘it’. If the symptoms get worse, wouldn’t it be possible to literally ‘play with’ Sentra and Pero?

If you let me know after everything is resolved and he is free from ‘it’…

Ugh. A voice rang from the sky.

-What are you doing there, Magic Tower Lord?

“Hkkiyaaaaaaaaa!”

The danger of being exposed has already arrived.

A word from the author (author review)

I walked quite a bit yesterday. There was no chicken restaurant of a certain brand in the neighborhood, so I walked 30 minutes to another neighborhood and took pictures.

The store was closed for personal reasons, so I walked again, ordered chicken, and returned home.

The cold temperature took away the warmth of the chicken, so I ate it cold. Fate is so cruel.

It looks like the flu is going around these days. Take care, my friends! I hope everyone stays healthy.

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