Otherworld TRPG Game Master Chapter 55

EP.55

The light shining on the podium shook uneasily.

The wizard’s face was cast in deep shadow by the vertical light. However, the eerie red eyes that seemed to glow on their own and the faint smile on his lips were clearly visible.

Some saw it with ridicule, some with amusement, and some with a bitter smile.

The wizard was quite tall. The forearm visible through the flowing sleeves was pale and thin. There was no trace of training. Perhaps it was because of his lifeless skin color, but he looked even thinner compared to his body size.

When asked about his dream location, the eyes of the academy students were focused on this strange wizard. He remained calm even in the face of hundreds of piercing gazes. Every movement, such as shrugging one’s shoulders and swiping the table with one hand, felt natural.

As if there was no one in front of me. Or as if he doesn’t mind those stares at all. After the cool silence had sufficiently matured, the wizard spoke his first words.

He didn’t introduce himself.

“I came here with two goals: to strengthen my response to illusion magic… and to supplement my practical experience.”

Instead, I talked about goals. Even though no magic tool was used to amplify the volume, the wizard’s voice was very audible, as if he was whispering in my ear.

“But to achieve this goal… I needed to convince you all. Why do I need to prepare for illusion magic? And does the wizard in front of me have the skills to do so?”

He spoke in a formal, yet gentle and friendly tone, as if he were addressing a friend he had known for a long time.

But rather.

“So, I gave you a dream… but your expression doesn’t look good about 30% of the time. It’s okay. Even if you didn’t realize it was an illusion, there’s no need to be disappointed in yourself. If we work together, it will get better soon.”

Combined with words and actions that were somehow out of focus, it made me feel a strange sense of heterogeneity, as if I had been forced to put together a puzzle that didn’t fit.

Saint Tara got up from her seat. She took a look around. The students in the classroom all had similar expressions. There was no doubt that everyone had a ‘happy dream’.

Are you confessing that you were the one who released the dream demon into the academy? Tara frowned and let out her anger as she remembered the unpleasant dream.

“So… you’re the one who showed me that damn dream? To everyone listening to this lecture?”

“That’s right. It was a small event to arouse your desire to learn. Oh, you don’t have to worry about the empty seats in the classroom. It’s not because the magic went wrong and you fell into a dream. They are being investigated on suspicion of being a warlock.”

“That’s not what I’m saying! Are you crazy enough to unleash a dream demon in the academy?!”

“There is a misunderstanding. It is illusion magic.”

“I’m shocked. With such a pointless lie…! Are you planning to make such a crude excuse for hiding the magic sword in the academy?”

Murmur.

The saint’s condemnation caused an uproar among the students. However, the wizard let out a sigh of relief, as if he was glad, and stretched out his hand in the air as if he was about to receive something.

The air rumbled, and a woman in a suit with a ponytail appeared, handed a thick document into the wizard’s hand, and then stepped away. The wizard used 『Telekinesis』 and sent it in front of the saint.

An order authorizing an operation to hunt down warlocks with the seal of 2nd Prince Irid.

A paper on the process of making a magic sword that does not use the soul of the purple magic tower lord Yuna Violet Iris.

With Saint Tara’s insight, she could not determine whether this mass of documents was true or false. One thing was clear: the second prince’s permission. A strong imperial authority protected the wizard.

“Is that explained?”

“…Even if everything is legal. Even if you did it in some unknown way! It doesn’t change the fact that you played with the students’ minds. What you showed me made me have the worst morning ever!”

“I definitely created a spell to make you experience the moment you most wanted… but I would like to apologize respectfully. Can you tell me what happened?”

“……!!”

The students’ eyes were focused on the saint. The saintess trembled.

“There is no way you can say that…!”

“okay.”

The wizard nodded in understanding. The saint, speechless, hesitated and sat down, biting her lower lip in exasperation. Niore patted the saintess on the shoulder, not knowing what to do.

Bennett thought. The saint, like herself, must have had a ‘dream she longed for’ and was hurt by the gap between her happy dream and the not-so-happy reality. The reason for blame is clear. but.

The magician’s clever maneuver silenced the saint.

The majority of students who did not realize that it was a fantasy seemed to just enjoy it as a happy dream. They will be confused. To criticize a wizard in public for insulting him. It will be more persuasive if you tell what happened in your dream.

Because it’s hard to gain weight by just saying ‘I felt bad’.

But I can’t say. In Bennett’s case, last night’s dream contained his most fatal secrets and weaknesses. There was no way the saint could have said anything if that were the case.

That’s putting your heart out there.

Attempts to use the saint’s position to put pressure on her were also close to impossible. The saint’s reputation had been tarnished due to her unique eccentricities, and the second prince was lurking behind the wizard. Additionally, the matter of the Demon Sword was refuted in the name of the Purple Magic Tower Lord.

The wizard looked around the auditorium. As if there was anyone else to talk about.

When it became quiet, the wizard continued speaking calmly.

“Illusion magic is sometimes fatal. You will experience various illusions with me and explore ways to build a stable mental barrier… Are you all convinced? Good.”

Step by step. Step by step.

The wizard walked to the center of the platform. He then took out a glass bottle containing various reagents from his arms and spilled them on the floor. The intention is to cast magic.

Bennett grabbed the handle of his sword and prepared to draw it. He is a professor and he is a student. Professors teach students and do not harm them… The wizard’s actions were too suspicious to believe in common sense.

“A labyrinth with a thousand doors, a thousand stairs, nowhere to put your eyes and nowhere to focus your mind. 『Dapmunseunggye (踏門昇界)』.”

That hunch was correct.

As the chanting continued, dizzying colors crawled from the puddle of reagent spilled by the wizard, and at some point exploded.

The space was being overlaid. The students murmured and looked around. The auditorium building had suddenly taken on a bizarre, otherworldly appearance.

Doors densely embroidered on the ceiling, floor, and walls. Under the desk, in a textbook, on someone’s whiteboard, even──.

“…Does the ship have a door?”

“Where are you looking!”

Regardless of location, more than hundreds of doors sprouted within the area.

A feast of doors. However, the original entrance to the building could not be found. Students who were curious or impatient opened the door as soon as they could get their hands on it.

-Kyaaaaaaa!

“Aaaah!!”

There were traps, such as doors leading to the wrong place or monsters popping out from inside. From the students’ perspective, it was like being suddenly thrown into a dungeon. The wizard said quietly as he looked at the confused students.

“Once you find the exit, class will end.”

Selvier, the wizard of the Red Tower, screamed loudly.

“What do you want to do?! From the first class! What’s with that strange way of talking!”

“You guys don’t have time. And my job is to create time. Didn’t you say you wish for hardship and adversity?”

“Ugh… that was because I felt on fire for some reason…!”

Bennett glared at Selvier without realizing it. There was nothing special about the conversation itself, but the magician of the Red Tower had the stinging conscience of a person who had unknowingly stepped into a large trap that caught everyone involved.

Students knew the rules. The wizard was hoping that they would clear this labyrinth. They responded to the sudden crisis in their own way.

“Let’s all work together and get through this!”

“If you kill the caster, the magic will be canceled, so attacking the professor is the right answer!”

“The door might be a trap. It’s not a door, it’s a hole in the wall…!”

Bennett looked at the space becoming a mess and quietly organized his thoughts. I don’t know exactly what that wizard’s purpose is. However, considering his words and actions, his attitude of not even revealing his own name, the swordsmanship testified by Alexson… and his actions of turning the classroom into a labyrinth.

There was no doubt that he was a madman who had walked the borderline.

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I smiled happily while hiding myself and watched the students excitedly wandering through illusion magic. I was glad that they seemed to like it.

The misunderstanding with the saint was also resolved. I thought it would take a little longer, but fortunately, the thesis and order were delivered just in time, so I was able to submit evidence successfully.

Did you use illusion magic a bit? (O)

Are students aware of fantasy magic? (O)

Are you rolling while supplementing your practical experience? (O)

The day is not far when students will flock to us and say, ‘I want to learn fantasy magic.’

The only thing on the checklist was a circle. The only flaw was that the saint didn’t seem to like the happy dream I showed her. When creating the magic, I did not install a recording function because I wanted to save some space.

So I don’t know what dreams the students had. Where did the mistake occur? Should I go to the saint separately and ask her?

hmm. I guess I was a bit inconsiderate. If something like shorts shota appeared in your dream, wouldn’t you be embarrassed to say it in front of others?

You can use regret as nourishment for tomorrow. Let’s grow. I asked Pingvalez, who was sitting next to me, for an objective evaluation.

“Pingvalez, how was class today?”

“He seemed like a crazy person.”

“Where?”

“Why don’t you just say it normally?”

No but. Because it was my first class in my life, I was very nervous and embarrassed. If I hadn’t been fumbling over the concept, I might have stuttered a few times.

And what. Doesn’t every academy have at least one suspicious professor?

Besides, if you think about it carefully, it wasn’t that suspicious. Didn’t they arrest a bunch of warlocks? Then he’s a good guy.

“Hmm…”

But I decided to listen to the advice. Maybe I put too much effort into my acting and ended up having a headache. Next class, let’s try to approach it in a more friendly way with our true selves.

I’m done thinking about class.

Now is the time to think about the most important thing. 『Exploration of another world』. Only three people signed up for the course. Applications are welcome at any time, so more people may come in the future.

First of all, three people.

The scenario was planned. It’s an exciting and basic Call-of-Cthulhu. Last time and last time, there was no introduction to the session, so it felt like it was unfolding as it should. This time, I thought I would have enough time to organize it properly.

First of all, let’s start with the introduction.

“Pingvalez, I have a favor to ask you.”

“It’s okay up to the chest.”

“Why? I’m going to send the applicants to another world. I don’t know where to start and how to explain. Can’t you go first and come back?”

“Is this a reconnaissance mission?”

“If I had to be honest, it’s a tourist mission. It’s not dangerous, just take a walk around and write a report for latecomers.”

“Of course. I look forward to the reward.”

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Pingvalez, who had briefly visited the simulation, looked very tired. It was after playing tag with a cult member and filming a hard-boiled movie. It must have been quite difficult.

“You’re sending students here.”

“Yes.”

Pinkvalez Yuri Lanster cursed with her eyes. It seemed like she had a lot to say, but she just brushed it off with a sigh. Then a thought suddenly occurred to her. “That participant .

Is there an enemy tower wizard in there?”

“I didn’t ask for it.”

“He brought it up and escaped on his own…?”

He clenched his fists, making it look like he was very upset.

On the other hand, I smiled. Briefly. Thanks to putting Pingvalez in and out of the simulation, I was finally able to remember my friend’s name. I was

thinking of surprising him by calling him Yuri. The nickname Pingvalez stuck around, and I felt strangely tickled and embarrassed at the same time. . So I quit. Ping Ballez is perfect for Ping Ballez.

It was long. It was time for the third session.

A word from the author (author review)

Happy New Year, my friends.

2024 is the year of the dragon. My heart is racing. .

Thank you for your support this year too… Dear friends!

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