「 Welcome back, your Majesty. 」
"I died, just like that!?"
Crocus said as he took a deep breath.
「 Yes, you did. 」
Crocus ignored the game dimension system.
''I was so close, I need to get closer to have the spirit.''
「 You only have two or three lives left. 」
Hearing this, Crocus couldn't help but doubt.
"I thought it's only two?"
「 Once your heart turns into a zero, then you'll die if you fail. 」
"I see, so the third heart is used by me now. By the way, what is with spirits? Why does my body crave it?"
「 Yes, spirits can be used to fight and lots of stuff. Your body craves it naturally because it wants to evolve and get stronger until it reaches the peak that it believes.」
"But in this world, I only knew about the spirit that is designed for the royal and rich family. As a status and not for fighting."
「 Maybe it will change now. The magical mana already reached this earthoran so having a spirit will stimulate that magical mana that can be used for a lot of things. 」
Hearing this, Crocus couldn't help but be curious.
"How do you know all this? Could it be that you have all the 'ALL SYSTEM' memories of you? Everything about where it came from? All of it."
「 Answering your highness, I know nothing about the 'ALL SYSTEM' or where it came from. Everything was blocked in my memories of the 'ALL SYSTEM I copied. Maybe because a being foresaw this or be prepared for everything that can happen. 」
The hair on Crocus's back stood up. He didn't want to know that now, so he shook his head and opened his mouth.
"Does it mean I need to have a Spirit to use the mana?"
「 Yes, your highness. 」
Convinced that he needed to have one, he finally closed his eyes.
"Game On!"
Crocus was back to the paths. He hurriedly stood on the Prehistoric path.
However...
「 User cannot enter Restricted. 」
"What!?"
Crocus stared at the path with a blank stare.
"What's going on!? I can only play there once!?"
Crocus tried to leave and come back again a lot of times to make sure, however...
「 Restricted: User not allowed to enter 」
「 Restricted: User not allowed to enter 」
「 Restricted: User not allowed to enter 」
With his fingers on his chin.
"So, I could only enter one at a time. Am I not taking it easy? I never thought that it would be that hard."
Crocus looked at the other two while leaving the one that wasn't available.
"I guess I'll be choosing these two and first I don't like the creepy-looking one."
Without thinking much of it, Crocus chose the path he likes other than the Prehistoric one.
「 Enter this path? ... Yes (✓) or No (✓) 」
Crocus lifted his hand and was about to click when he noticed something.
'My hands are sweaty?'
Crocus shook his head.
'Doesn't matter, I know I could die in this game so it's alright. Things like this should be normal. The only problem is how to have more hearts or Spirit power... And first, a Spirit.'
Soon, he clicked 'Yes'
「 You entered the modern weapon path! 」
'Now, what kind of gaming dimension is it this time?' Crocus's skin went hazy and warm, and his mind was looking unsettled.
「 Game: Survival troops. Please choose your weapon ... Sword, gun, boxing gloves, swimming trunks, Bazooka, saber, and rope. 」
'Eh!? Not started? Okay... Uhm... I'll choose guns. I wonder why these game dimensions of mine have games like this. I could understand the prehistoric must have been in the past that there were dinosaurs, but these other weapon games? I am not sure.'
Stopping Crocus from his thoughts...
「 The user chose guns, get ready for...
「 3
「 2
「 1 」
Ding!
Crocus's eyes swirled and then he saw an old town like in western cowboy movies. His eyes focus on his body, which is a little similar to a ghost.
*Turoro* *Waa-waa-waA*
*Turoro* *Waa-waa-waA*
*Turoro* *Waa-wa-wa-waA*
A piece of music rang in his heart, and then a notification appeared.
「 Gunslinging fight! In the wild wild west in 1883. An execution tournament was being held in the gunslinger town, where the captive aboriginals were executed by shooting. However, as a game, the Cowboys want to give Aboriginals a chance to shoot the executioners back too. If the Aboriginals killed three or more cowboys, they would be freed back to their homes.
「 You are one of the aboriginals who killed a cowboy in the past. With a little knowledge about gunslinging, you can go against them using guns. Are you ready? 」
Crocus's eyes shined and nodded. He noticed he materialized in the scene in this old random town like those cowboy movies in the west. Adding the information about using a gun.
「 You learned: Gunslinging - basic: 20 percent chance to hit a moving target. 」
Hearing this, Crocus laughed a little. Inside his head, the gunslinging basic was
"What a surprise. Can I use it in the real world too?"
He mumbled, but no one was listening to him.
'Maybe I'll ask about my game dimension system later.'
Suddenly, Crocus noticed something was coming in the distance with the sound of cowboy battle music.
*Turoro* *Waa-waa-waA*
*Turoro* *Waa-waa-waA*
*Turoro* *Waa-wa-wa-waA*
As the dust settles, he can hear a horse clopping its feet towards him slowly with a man in a cowboy hat and clothing riding it.
「 First level
「 Opponent: Clint Roffer, The backdrop! 」
"What's your gun, boy?"
Said the man, trying to climb down from his horse.
'The NPC can talk?'
However, he only watches the man named Clint finish and turn his face towards him.
"Not a loud talking friend arent's ya.. you wild grass. Well, since you don't want to, I will just put you in your tomb to the ground and make a tombstone with the bullet that I'm gonna kill ya. And say... No name fella.
"Are ya ready for your Quick death? My baby is ready. I already got your no name in my bullet."
「 The opponent is asking if you need a count? 」
Crocus was still stupefied by the game NPC, that speaks like a living being. That's why he is still not replying.
'Well, I never thought the features would be this excellent, but it doesn't matter. I know this is not a joke game and I need to focus on killing him.'
"Count!"
「 Player chose the count! Make sure that your health point won't be the one to go down first. Hit as many as you can! Focus on the weak parts until the remaining time stops.
「 Round one...
「 3
「 2
「
「 Bang! 」
Loud gunfire exploded as a signal to start the gunslinger's duel.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
「 Time: 5 seconds! 」
An exchange of explosive blows made Crocus become excited and feel the danger of this duel.
'I never thought this is fuckin' real! And I can feel the intensity of life and death duel! So much fun! So much danger! And so much excitement!'
His eyes became red with a sharp murderous aura inside them.
「 Crocus Phereon Health Points: 74 percent. 」
「 Clint Roffer Health Points: 62 percent. 」
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Crocus Phereon and Clint Roffer keep firing at the same time. Their guns are the same, Winchester model 1894 rifle on their right and Colt Python .357 magnum Revolve on their right.
「 Time: 0 seconds 」
Crocus, however, did not see it, but just kept on firing. Soon, he noticed his bullets were not reaching Clint.
'Huh? Oh... There's a time limit, no wonder.'
He thought as he looked at his opponent while trembling with excitement. Crocus didn't know if it was because of fear or excitement or both but he is sure that he doesn't care if it was NPC or real. Crocus will kill me all to get the spirits he wanted!
「 Crocus Phereon Health Points: 43 percent. 」
「 Clint Roffer Health Points: 35 percent. 」
Crocus felt good as his health was leading. He looked at his opponent who was so carefree that he didn't even see the health points.
'This is fine. I just need to continue what I'm doing and shoot without hesitation so I can finally enter the next round and get the Spirit.'
The NPC Clint did not care as it opened its mouth to Crocus.
"I told you, I got a bullet with your no name on it."
「 Round two...
「 3
「 2
「 1
「 Bang! 」
The two individual exchanges shot once again, and Crocus was happy because he was going to have his first win but a notification appeared.
「 Backdrop ability: Once the health lowers to 30 percent, the bullet damage would be two times fatal. 」