Chapter 13: Extra in the Broadcast (Part 4)

“My gameplay?”

It was even more puzzling.

Did I do something wrong or make a mistake? I don’t remember anything like that…

As I scratched the back of my head with an awkward expression, Euning sent me a website address.

“Would you like to read it yourself?”

“This… community?”

I glanced at the name of the community that popped up and looked back at Euning.

I had no choice.

The community site Euning sent me was notorious for being of poor quality even before I fell into ‘that world’.

“My story is circulating… in this place.”

That fact didn’t make me feel very good.

It was obvious how they would ‘consume’ me here.

My brow furrowed involuntarily.

I wonder if I could sue them if the content was too extreme…

As I furrowed my brow with such concerns, Euning approached me cautiously.

She touched something in the air and explained to me in a soft voice.

“First of all, I’ve turned off the broadcast audio for now. It wouldn’t be good for the conversation we’re about to have to leak out.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yes. People would obviously accuse us of deceiving viewers and whatnot. Then I’d be in trouble too… C-Cough.

Anyway, don’t worry too much. You seem to know that site is full of, but if the content is too serious, you can

definitely sue.”

I’ve done it a few times myself.

Euning muttered and smiled.

I smiled faintly too.

It’s a relief that Euning has sued before.

If I have a problem, I can ask Euning…

‘…Can I?’

I wondered if I could or could not ask for legal advice from someone I just met today.

As I was thinking about that, I saw Euning smack her lips and smile awkwardly.

“And actually, you probably don’t need to worry too much?”

“What?”

I don’t need to worry?

As I tilted my head, Euning explained.

“I don’t know about the ones that have been spread to other large galleries, but right now, most of the talk about you

in the Arfellium and internet broadcasting galleries is good. Of course, there are some trolls among them, but…”

“I, I don’t really understand.”

They’re saying good things about me on ‘that site’?

I can’t believe it.

Perhaps because I had a look of disbelief, Euning looked at my face and shook her head.

“I know. Actually, considering the notoriety of that place, it’s hard to believe… but right now, everyone is

enthusiastic.”

“Enthusiastic…?”

“Yes.”

Euning nodded with a serious face.

“Everyone is admiring your skills.”

At those words, I entered the gallery.

Without even having to search, everything from the featured posts was filled with stories about me.

Everyone is admiring and cheering me on.

It’s a scene I’ve seen before.

At that fact, my face hardened.

Because, something, was recalled.

With that round over, Euning and my duo came to an end.

I also needed to calm my surprised… flustered? Anyway, I needed to calm my agitated heart, and Euning also said it

was about time to end the stream.

While Euning was calming down the excited viewers and instilling(?) the fact that she was ending the stream, I

crouched down in a corner of the lobby and looked down at the ground.

A clean brick floor came into view.

The floor looked like it was newly built, yet also old.

The bricks and finish looked like they had weathered the storms of time, but there wasn’t a speck of dust that should

have been in the gaps.

“…….”

The reason is simple.

It’s probably because it’s a game.

That fact made me realize once again that this world was inside a game.

‘People who are enthusiastic… about me.’

The users of the gallery were enthusiastic about my gameplay.

At my every gesture, at my every step.

Passionate cheers poured out for every stroke of the sword I swung, and they admired and were astonished at the tip I thrust.

Just like, back then.

This was a nostalgic feeling for me.

Because it was what I received for about the first year after I fell into ‘that world’.

The longing for the Hero who would defeat the Demon King, the admiration for the one with strong power, the

respect for the great Hero…

‘I fought so hard because I wanted to feel what I felt back then, again…….’

Of course, the end was a terribly sticky and clinging mud.

Because even after killing the Demon King, the Demon King’s army didn’t disappear.

People became exhausted from the endless war, and more and more people cried out that the past was better.

And, of course, the number of people who were angry and hated me, who had destroyed that ‘past’, also increased.

That’s how I became a discarded Hero.

I wandered endlessly on the battlefield, fighting with my body virtually thrown at the demon-like demons that kept

coming no matter how many times I killed them.

Of course, I was saved by returning here…

I ran my fingertips over the bricks on the floor.

A rough, hard, yet warm feeling is felt through my fingertips.

However, there is nothing real in it.

All of this is a false illusion, not a real world.

All the glory gained here is just a replica, and the victories I have built up, and will build up, are like a mirage in the desert.

Everything is not real.

But.

So what?

‘I’m tired now.’

Even in a false world, I wanted to be happy.

If I can be loved by everyone, even in a game.

There is no reason not to choose that path.

“……Um, Euning.”

“Yes, yes? What is it, Shihyun?”

Euning, tilting her head, had a pure expression.

I hesitated for a moment, then managed to speak.

“If, it’s a very cautious question…….”

“Yes.”

“If you need a guest in the future…… could you call me?”

Euning’s eyes widened at my request.

And then, soon, her eyes curved into crescents.

“Of course! I’ll definitely call you!”

“Thank you.”

I bowed my head.

Looking at her jumping up and down with joy at my suggestion, I felt like she would have invited me as a guest even

if I had stayed still, but whatever.

All’s well that ends well.

“Then, I’ll be going now!”

With that conversation, Euning and I parted ways.

We exchanged phone numbers to contact each other separately to distribute the proceeds from this broadcast (I’m

glad I kept my phone number), and we also finished adding each other as account friends.

I watched her wave her hand in the air and disappear, and only after she was completely gone did I turn on the

interface and log out.

When I pressed the button, the world instantly turned bright, and a strange sensation of all my senses being far away

from my body was felt.

At the same time, my vision flashed, and my mind momentarily went blank.

-Whoosh!

The next moment, I was lying quietly inside the VR device.

It feels like my soul has left and then re-entered my body.

It’s a strangely heterogeneous sensation, so it didn’t feel very good.

But, if I want to continue enjoying the game, I’ll have to get used to this sensation.

I pushed up the lid of the VR device that opened slowly and got up from my seat.

At that moment, for some reason, I got goosebumps.

I hurriedly got out of the device.

And then I was horrified.

The reason for the goosebumps was simple.

The kitchen knife attached to the VR device with tape was dangling and about to fall.

“Oh, no!”

I quickly stretched out both hands and gently caught the kitchen knife that was about to fall to the floor.

Fortunately, the kitchen knife did not crash onto the cold floor, but landed gently on my palm.

Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Phew. That’s a relief.”

I muttered, putting the kitchen knife in my arms.

If the kitchen knife had fallen to the floor while I was playing the game, I might have lost consciousness during the game.

No? Impossible? No way!

‘I’m sure it would have happened!’

I knew intuitively.

If the kitchen knife had disappeared from my bedside, I would have fainted during the game, or at the very least, my

condition would have plummeted.

I would have been rolling on the floor, shivering with anxiety!

The intuition of a person who has served as a Hero was this terrifying!

‘And…… I should prepare a separate space for the kitchen knife in the future.’

I made that decision inwardly, tearing off the tape attached to the kitchen knife.

It seemed that the kitchen knife was falling due to the vibration or heat of the VR device because it was directly

attached with tape.

It seemed better to create a separate space on top of the VR device to place the kitchen knife.

In addition, for the time being, I had to carry a kitchen knife when I went out.

This was even more so because I didn’t have a sword to carry around.

So, attaching it to the machine with tape wouldn’t work.

“Sigh. I should order a knife soon.”

I needed a dagger smaller than a kitchen knife to use when going out.

And I needed an even bigger sword.

‘Come to think of it…….’

When I looked at the gallery posts earlier, there was something strange.

Was it something about comparing me to some swordsmen……?

‘What are swordsmen?’

I don’t know what it is, but just hearing the name, it seemed like a very conceptual, polite, and deeply contributing

group to society.

Because people who handle swords are originally like that.

‘For now…….’

Should I search for it?