A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 238: Player’s Dream (1) *

"I\'m going to eat after 4th period."

"What a waste. "I have a lecture until 5th period."

"Would you like me to wait?" It\'s about an hour, and it goes by quickly if you\'re hanging out in the clubroom."

"Ugh, no. Eat Soira first. But if it\'s a club, where are there a lot of otakus?"

"Well, that\'s right."

"Don\'t you feel bad being there like that?" Looking at me with strange eyes."

"You look at it with strange eyes. But it\'s not just there."

As I looked around while talking, several men who had been secretly looking at me quickly looked away.

"Is he making fun of himself because he\'s popular? Eight!"

"Aha, hehe, go, it tickles!"

I laughed out loud at the sudden tickling attack on my side and tried to counterattack, but the opponent had already run away.

"Hehe, see you later! Soira!"

"I\'ll pay you back double when I see you later!"

The other person smiled brightly, waved his hand, and left for the classroom where the next lecture was held.

It was a heartwarming sight of two female college students becoming friends with each other.

It must have looked that way to other people.

But there was one different part.

I don\'t know who I\'ve been talking to so far.

After falling into this world, I investigated how this happened.

As a result, I found out a few things.

First, this is a world set in the time zone in which I live in reality.

It\'s a different world for Flora, the future for Asil, and a real world for me.

But it was still a game, not reality.

Because my body was just like \'Soira\'.

I tried logging out just in case and was able to log out without any problem.

It doesn\'t mean that I suddenly became possessed by the game like Asil did.

Then what on earth is this place?

Why did the fantasy world, which I had created to my liking, suddenly become set in the real world?

WM has never had a single bug discovered.

That\'s right, it\'s a game that has permission for hypnosis to manipulate the user\'s mind, so if there\'s a bug, it\'s a big problem.

Moreover, it seemed unlikely that a single world would be possible due to a bug.

Since I couldn\'t understand the English text, I even brought up a method I really didn\'t want to use.

Community search right away.

WM sets up different worlds for each user and even generates random numbers, so no two games can be exactly the same. However, after searching and analyzing similar phenomena, we were able to come to this conclusion.

This is a dream.

Drifter of Endless Dreams, Lord of Nightmares, Dream Master... Although the names were different in each case I investigated, there were often cases where Shinigami with powers related to \'dreams\' caused phenomena similar to those I experienced.

That is the ability to trap the other person in a dream.

It was the ability to look into the other person\'s memories and immerse them in a dream that was similar to the reality the other person desired but had one part of it that was fatally different.

The person caught in this technique can escape from the dream by realizing and pointing out the different parts of the dream. If they cannot escape, their life force will be taken away by the Shinigami, and they will die.

Moreover, the other person\'s memory has been manipulated, and they do not even realize that it is a dream, making escape even more difficult.

If you don\'t realize it\'s a dream, you die. Even if you realize it, if you cannot find the other part, you will die. Even if you find it, you will die if you don\'t know how to point it out.

It must be a very scary technology.

But why did that technique become an inexplicable genre drift for me?

That\'s because I\'m a player.

Looking into your memories and realizing your desired reality as a dream?

As I said before, reading or manipulating memories without the user\'s permission is illegal.

Because of this, Driftert could not create the reality I wanted. It only created the situation of a modern female college student based on the user profile entered on the device.

Can we manipulate our memories so we don\'t realize it\'s a dream?

Of course, manipulating memory without permission is illegal, so what do you do? WM is a bright and healthy game (different depending on the user), so it has a strong spirit of compliance.

I don\'t know why a warning window asking for permission didn\'t pop up.

If I had to guess, I think it was blocked in the first place because if the game is not recognized as a game, the user will not be able to escape the virtual reality and may starve to death inside the device.

In the end, I was trapped in a dream, but it wasn\'t the same as the reality I knew, and it didn\'t feel natural either.

The background is a fictional university that is not even the university I attend.

A friend is just a friend, but a complete stranger.

The body is still called \'Soira\'.

However, the problem was that because everything was different, it was impossible to know which part was \'fatally different\'.

This is the reason why I have not been able to escape yet.

Still, I\'m thinking of enjoying it, even if it\'s in a real-life setting.

If you can\'t decide, just point out every single thing that catches your eye, and you\'ll probably get one right.

I skipped the boring college lecture part and headed to the clubroom.

The club I joined here was the so-called Chewdeok Club.

A club that covers everything from animation, games, comics, and novels.

Interestingly enough, the works in this world were the same as the works in the reality I live in, so it was quite interesting to see the artificial intelligence in virtual reality talk about the works I knew.

As for how the work in the game is the same as in reality, I think it must have been scraped from a real-life online network.

"Hello~"

"Hello."

"Senior Soira, hello."

"..."

When I opened the door to the clubroom and said hello, the club members who were already there showed various reactions, such as greeting me awkwardly, welcoming me warmly, or ignoring me because they were preoccupied with the game they were playing.

After walking around for the past few days, it seemed like there were quite a few women in this club, but today there were only men.

I roughly sat down on one of the remaining chairs.

Coincidentally, I was sitting next to a man who was just playing games in silence.

Who was this? Apparently, the setting was that he was one year younger than me.

"Hello?"

"What?!"

My junior, who was immersed in the game while operating the device, was so startled that I almost jumped up when I spoke to him.

"What are you doing? "A game?"

"Oh, no, I\'m not playing games."

The junior seemed hesitant and didn\'t know what to say, so he turned on the device\'s privacy mode and showed me the screen.

It seemed like they thought it would be quicker to just show it.

But, what? This. Were you really doing this?

"Ahahaha!!"

When I saw that screen, I couldn\'t help but laugh.

"..."

I was laughing for a while, and my junior\'s face was turning bright red after showing me the screen and laughing, so I stopped laughing and told him the reason.

"Sorry, sorry. I\'m not kidding. I\'m doing this too." I did it because I was happy because it was my first time seeing someone other than me do this."

"... Really?"

Fortunately, my excuse seemed to work, and my junior\'s face began to sink.

No, but it\'s hilarious.

What he was touching was WM\'s worldview setting and character ability tree. That determines the play concept.

A character who studies the WM play concept intently within WM. Can you just accept this without laughing?

"Well, what is your concept?""

When I told him that I was also playing while developing a WM concept, my junior seemed happy to have a common topic and tried to continue the conversation, albeit clumsily, but due to bad timing, I was interrupted.

"Senior Soira! "Please look at this."

"Huh? What? Oh, sorry. Let\'s talk again later!"

As I turned my back to the voice calling me, I felt the hot gaze of the junior I was talking to just a moment ago, but since it was a common occurrence, I didn\'t think much of it.

———-

The junior stared at Soira\'s back as she turned back.

Senior Soira.

She had a pretty face, big breasts, nice body, and good personality, so she spoke to otaku like herself in a friendly way, making people ask, \'Is that a character from a novel?\'

I don\'t understand why he\'s an otaku, but if you listen to what he says, he\'s clearly more knowledgeable than most otakus.

Moreover, according to rumors, she was also skilled in martial arts, so if there was a perfect girl character like you see in comics in real life, the perfect person would be Soira.

\'It smelled good.\'

When Soira came up to her and spoke to her, she was surprised because she never imagined that someone like her would speak to her.

The sight of the younger man, smiling and thinking over the memories several times just by talking to him, was something that anyone who saw him would definitely think he was in a bad mood.

\'I should have this as a side dish tonight.\'

That thought was a much worse thought.

That night.

Before starting the crime in earnest, a junior man who was looking through accounts that uploaded sexy photos on SNS was extremely surprised when he saw a photo posted on one account.

The very stylish beauty took a selfie of herself naked and posted it on her Instagram.

Part of his face was obscured by the mosaic, but the younger man was able to recognize who it was even though his face was obscured.

The woman exposing her naked body in the photo was Soira.

The younger man was horribly surprised, and after being surprised, delusions slowly overflowed.

\'If you do this well...\'

The younger man smiled sinisterly and began to formulate a dastardly plan in his head.

Of course, Soira had no memory of taking such a photo.