In a graduate dormitory of a certain university, Chosen Ashman took off his black game helmet.
Although he had been wearing it for six hours, he wasn't uncomfortable thanks to the built-in air conditioning system. Even his shoulders felt good because of the bioelectric massage feature. He had been moving for six hours in the game, and despite his physical body not moving in reality, his mental activity kept him from feeling tired. After taking off the helmet, he felt hungry.
Yet, his face bore a bewildered expression.
In the game just now, Dirt Machine and Brother Shovel, along with Semi-Trailer, brought him to see Miss Milian. In front of that NPC, they had bluffed and packaged him as a "genius architectural design master" from Another World.
The excessive flattery was so much that even he, being rather modest, could no longer bear to hear it.
