"Welcome to the Battle Royale."
"What's that?" I could hear Cordia next to me.
"Hmmmm?" We looked into each other's eyes, but he looked down from my eyes.
"?"
"Wahhhhhhhhhh! Are you naked?" The default character that should be customized is naked as standard, but what, like this?
My junior is out! But does it seem like there is too much detail on my junior? Why these graphics? It's too much; it's like it's real.
"Wait...! Don't look!" I try to cover it with my hand and press the dice-like, standard icon to randomize.
"Wahhhh!" My face turned into a pink goblin.
"What the hell?"
"A monster?" She is shouting too much; my ears hurt! Why? If he reacts like this, he's from the Fiddle Empire, and he's still in the capital. How come he doesn't know this game?
"Wait! Wait, it's me! Besides, you're naked. Why don't you press the dice icon?" She is trying to punch, but she just penetrated me.
"Huh?! What did you say? Naked?"
"Press it!"
"Kyahhhhhhh! Don't look at me!"
"Ok, ok! I've turned my back!"
"Ok, done!" A pink goblin similar to me, a goblin with brown color—that's her new appearance.
"Oh-oh! Is this me?"
"Yeah, isn't it different?"
"Change it and make it green!" Basic of the basics in Battle Royale, you must know how to blend in. No one can beat it if the area is snowy; make a character more white. If the forest is more green, If desert, orange or green also blends with cactus, and so on and so forth. This is a character advantage.
But she clicked again, smaller than me, with a cute appearance and long ears.
"Wow, fairy."
"This is ok; I don't like that!"
"Ok, then just accept it."
"As she clicks, I also click. We are in the lobby, similar to a box room, but all sides are like an LCD screen."
"Then what is now, as she asks me?"
"I do not know either."
As we are looking for the start, a notification pops up. It was a tutorial.
"Follow the instruction, Cordia."
And we did the simple movements—forward, backward, etc.
And the part where Cordia holds the gun is like a muslin with the assault rifle's stomach supporting the gun. It was cute with her appearance, I think.
And finally, the tutorial ends with an arrow pointing at a button. Start?
Sign up, connect to an account, or sign up as a guest.
We press the guest. And we started.
"Is it like the other way around?" the account security in character customization? Hmm... That's up to you.
And we played a few rounds, and Cordia didn't want to leave; she was addicted to killing. Even if she was addicted, I don't know if I should feel sorry for her. When it happens to him, he dies from his damage if the enemy is not caught or ambushed.
"We can't hang around here." Then I log out.
"Ok!"
Arghhh! My body hurts; of course, it's no different from Cordia, who logged out of the game just like me.
"It's been a long time since we've been playing for 8 hours with work. Let's go tomorrow!"
"Oh, I'm not allowed here at night."
"Ahhh, wait! Yes, sir. You forgot your first win!"
"Oh yes, I forgot too!" and handed it over to Cordia.
"You're giving it to me!"
"Let's commemorate!"
"T-thank you!"
Ring* Ring*
"Mine first, and answer your cell phone!"
"Ok, wait... here." From a few meters, I can hear her. "Hello, mother! Yes… yes… yes… I will go home!"
*Clank* SFX is losing the conversation.
"Sorry, Metis, but I have to go home!"
"Oh- ok!"
"I enjoyed it!"
"I want to say something," I said, but she tilted her head.
It was cute!
I will confess to him if he doesn't think that I like him!
"Cordia, I want you! Not as a friend but as a romantic partner."
She looked at me with a puzzled expression, as if she had a thorn in her throat.
"I can't give you an answer right now!"
She looked at the ground, contemplating whether to answer or not.
"Okay, okay. First, we have to buy a present! And then let's go home."
We quickly made our purchases. Entering a department store, I wasn't sure what Cordia bought, but it was a gift. I, on the other hand, bought five bundles of sticky notes.
"There are only sticky notes on his table; maybe he needs them. He always asks for sticky notes. Mine."
"Are you done?" Cordia asked as she held her gift.
"I'm done!" I replied, showing her my gift for Chelsea.
But...
"We'll eat more," she pointed at the restaurant.
I knew she was hungry, but she needed to go home.
"No, you don't need to go home."
Why would his parents call him?
"I'll take you," I offered.
Even though we talked for 12 hours on our date, it didn't feel like it was coming to an end.
"Okay, thank you."
When I took her to the opposite house, she was hesitant.
We went to the gate, which was so big that it was equal to the Great Wall of China, if not bigger.
"Whatever you say, this is the palace of the Fiddle Empire."
"Come on in!"
"Welcome back, Princess Cordia!"
The soldiers standing in line and playing games - so that's not really his name; it's his title! I thought her name was Chelsea, and others in the office were laughing at me!
'Why didn't anyone tell me at least once?'
"No, I will go back!"
"Why? Don't you want to come in? You're already here. Don't you want to?"
Why does it seem like it's my fault if I don't go in?
"Grrrrrrrrrrr!" All the soldiers of the Fiddle Empire were poised as if they were going to attack me, as if I had killed their parents.
"You first come to the waiting area, and I'll get dressed for a while, and we'll eat!" He ordered the maids and butlers—I don't know, but he taught them something. And he came back to me.
"Just a moment, and I'll get dressed. Wait for me!"
"Why? Don't you want to sit?" I sat down, and he left to get dressed.
When I saw a woman in a very beautiful dress, it seemed like something you'd see on Victoria's Secret models. But when she saw me, she stopped and came over.
"Hello."
"Hi," I responded, wondering what else she wanted.
"Are you Metis?"
Based on her face, wrinkles, and a detector for boobs, she seemed to be in her 20s or 30s—maybe my age. Perhaps Cordia's sister, we need to find out.
"It's me. Are you Cordia's sister?"
"Yes, I'm her sister!" Didn't I already say that?
"So, what is your relationship with my brother?"
"Ahem!" Why do the other people in the room seem to be coughing?
Clank*
I was looking for anyone's reaction when I saw a man holding a gun.
"I am—"
"Mother!"
Cordia ran as fast as she could, and she seemed to have lost her sense of humor.
Wait?
"Mother?"
As I looked at Cordia's mother, I mean the queen, she was pale, yeah, but she was too beautiful. Then a big door opened.
"Queen Noria, the king is calling!"
"Where is the doctor!?"
"Already in there, your highness!"
Holy moly! Why?
If I look at Cordia, I can't seem to see her sad. And the people ran, led by Queen Noria.
When we entered a large room that was more spacious than my house, 9 meters x 9 meters, Cordia took me here by the hand. But the smile on her face disappeared from earlier on our date. Cough* cough* even the other people who were dressed as maids and the men in suits coughed one or two of the ten standing.
"My love, don't worry, you'll be fine."
The king is sick. If I look at the king, I see myself before I die.
"He's lucky someone is watching over him."
I'm the one who doesn't care if I poop. I will try to clean my poop even if I can't carry my briefs with the weight. It's not a game to get sick, especially if you have no ability to move and you are lying alone.
"The last two poops I couldn't clean my butt; I can't do it anymore."
"Coughing a person is the only cause of that lungs." The queen and other people looked at me, and someone spoke.
"Do you know what you are talking about? Bacteria don't really exist; it's just a myth."
Cough* cough*
"So then, the computer virus is a myth?"
The technology of the Fiddle Empire is very advanced, and I know that the computer virus is real. I always heard from Rona that she always scans for the virus. I asked the man who spoke; he was wearing a putting coat—doctor? Just kidding, I'm from an era that is low on technology, but we're not going to be fooled by the fact that bacteria aren't real.
"No, the virus is real, but that's different now!"
"Whether it's different or not, you still do prevention of the things you should avoid. That's what you heal. You're a doctor; don't you do it properly! You are a shameful king, and your patient is in a high position, but you don't know what to do. Look for someone to replace you!"
And I walked out. I feel annoyed. I walked and met people who were wearing the same clothes as Queen Noria and Cordia. It's like Victoria's Secret models and men wearing American suits, but a different color from the black servants; their clothes are red.
I sat on a chair in a spacious place, and I didn't know where I was. But I don't understand what I feel.