Arcadia's Labyrinth

Have you ever made your imagination real when you die?

Most people probably won't.

Even if I did, my family would nurse me to death on the bed. It would be to the extent that

Imagine how old you are, how many families you nurse, how many faces you face.

It's my imagination when I die that 10,000 people will hold.

I also imagined it without leaking into an example.

But I was dying on a cold stone floor.

"Ugh... ah..."

There was a voice that plundered, didn't seem to belong to me.

My vision was distorted into tears, and at the end of my distorted vision, countless creatures surrounded me like a dog's head on a monkey.

They uniformly devoured my body, and my body no longer retained the prototype.

Has the flesh already stepped one foot into death or no pain, but only the discomfort and emptiness of being devoured by the flesh alive?

How could you do this...

Ask yourself in your heart.

He flew out of his hometown to become a famous adventurer and came to this labyrinth city with his uncle's sword in one hand that he used to be an adventurer.

But no one is a beginner to the countryside to throw a party, and still, when I can manage it, I challenge my unsubstantiated confidence into the labyrinth - like this.

Point your gaze down.

Then there is a streak of unbroken tears there.

Though the value there tends to be only clothes. Nothing tanned, let alone chained. No defense whatsoever. Just clothes.

Now I can understand the mockery of the misguided adventurers in the labyrinth.

I would only have looked like a suicide volunteer wandering the labyrinth with a sword in one hand in general clothing.

I thought it was natural to die.

I licked the labyrinth too much. I licked the demon too much. I licked my life too much.

The end worthy of such a fool is precisely this. It is fitting to be devoured of flesh while alive.

Oh, still.

If I can be given another chance.

I am now - ………………………….

And I'm dead.

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"........................ Shh!!!!

So I jumped. [M]

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha"

Dodd, dodd, dodd. My heart bounces. Breathing is also coarse. It's like a kilometer full of disease.

It was my worst dream. I die, it's also a dream of being devoured alive by monsters. Pain, fear, despair, plea. All of that was going to be real and traumatic.

But it's a dream.

It was a dream, good......

"Ah, fuck......?

That's where I notice.

"Here... where?

It was a small room.

Is it roughly the size of the room I usually stay in? [M]

But the interior is different from a cheap inn. One side of the perimeter is covered by stainless white walls, and the ground is wooden familiar flooring, but shiny.

On the walls there was a bed that seemed elegant but classy, and a bookshelf that was tightly packed with books, making the interior extravagant and the room small.

And above all, this in front of me.

Rectangular light-emitting plates. I wonder what the hell this is.

Countless strings were stretched under the desk from that board, which was docile on top of a seemingly superior wooden desk, and the strings were connected to a black box that emitted a slight driving sound when I peered under the desk.

There are countless broken plates with buttons on the desk and incredible objects of palm size, and there are no other items that should be at the original desk, such as ink, feather pens or parchment paper, besides the light-emitting plates.

I'll take a serious look at the light-emitting plates wondering what this is.

The light-emitting board contained various paintings, apparently part of the labyrinth.

In a dimly labyrinthine little room, one figure falls in bloody blood. The person is the same silver-haired blue-eyed person as me, wearing cloth clothes just like me, just like me................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... Huh?

Dokun, and my heart bounced.

It was me that was painted there.

Small, deformed and portrayed, but the back length of the middle meat middle back, long silver hair for a man, blue-eyed open in vain, that face that kept teasing me like a woman, was just me.

"What... this"

I felt my throat dry rapidly. And I sweat on my spine as if my throat moisture had gone that way.

Drinking Gokuri and Saliva to take a closer look at the painting, in an exotic letter you've never seen, 'Do you want to continue with the game over? Y/N'.

"No, wait..."

Weird. Weird. Weird.

How could you just read this letter?

See the letters again. It's still a letter I don't know. But I could read it as if it were a familiar Marcoutian.

In addition, I could not read the bookshelf book until earlier - I also knew the title of the cartoon.

"Hih...!

Fear overflowed from nature and throat.

I was now rapidly understanding the world.

Something I didn't know well was making it understandable as if I had known it from the beginning.

This light-emitting plate is a computer. Precisely the computer is the box below the desk and this board is a display. The board with countless buttons is a keyboard, with the mouse next to it.

And.

And. And and and and and and and and.

The picture shown on this display is an erotic playing screen called 'Arcadia in the Labyrinth' -.

The person who is falling is the protagonist of this game...

- - I was the protagonist of erosion.

They've been confused for a long time.

It should have been about noon bright when I woke up, but now it's dark around the corner and the light on the display illuminates the room.

But it was worth it and I was able to calm down a lot.

Take a deep breath similar to a sigh and organize your information.

My name is Alcaine. Commonly known as Kane. A countryman from the village of Sekhar, one countryside of the Kingdom of Marktia. A boy who came to Labyrinth County City to raise a flag as an adventurer - a character in the setting.

And the bearer of this body is Goi Love. It's because of school bullying, and it's weak. My hobby is nerd culture, starting with erosion. Naturally history without her = age loser. Actually, once in middle school, I've only had her for a moment, but I hope you don't touch her because that's one of his traumas. A peek at being a pull is an ordinary boy, - and he's also my player.

And the name of the game still on display is Arcadia in the Labyrinth.

It's a game released about two weeks ago, and a masterpiece that beats out an average score of 80 points on a site bookmarked by Goi Love, the erotic-rated kingdom.

Interaction elements such as random dungeons and heroin custom are well received and tagged as time thieves.

A random dungeon is literally a system in which a dungeon is randomly generated over time. Complete this to gain a variety of gear and skills. There are all 100 tiers of fixed dungeons in the center of the city for the main story again, and if you step on it, it's game cleared.

Heroin Custom is a system that lets you name bespoke NPC characters by buying slaves from slave traders. You can set your own appearance, initial status, etc., and if you care about it, you can also produce more characters than the main character. This slave heroine can also be educated to develop various sexualities and sexy bands, and can also earn money by selling well-educated characters to slave traders. Incidentally, fixed event heroines also exist, and they have heroin-specific skills.

Well, finally, it's like pairing strange dungeon systems such as windy shrens and chocobo dungeons with erodes such as custom draids.

There is nothing novel about it, but it is also quite highly regarded for its excellent game balance, and I bought this game while keeping my guardian love behind me when I found out about it.

Without buying a single piece of defense or scratch medicine for what he lost his blood, he specially attacked the dungeon and quickly overtook the game.

And to this day.

Now, what's important here is what we're going to do.

At the end of my gaze are the words of the game over and the words of the Continuum dancing underneath.

This is intuitive, but I feel something will happen if you choose Y.

And it's probably my return to the world.

But before that, one thing. There was only one thing I wanted to do.

Press the ESC key on the keyboard and switch from full screen to window screen. Later, however, minimizing Arcadia in the labyrinth opened an Internet browser.

With the search engine set up on the homepage, I immediately typed in "The Arcadia Strategy of the Labyrinth."

Looking for the most informative site, I think.

I don't know if I'm really Alcaine. [M] Maybe I'm just a different personality created by a person named Shigei Ai who is disgusted by his shortness. [M] Or maybe the situation now is all a dream I'm seeing in the abyss of death.

Still, if I'm really a solid person named Alcaine and my current state is not a dream.

The presence of this offensive site dramatically changes my life. I had a feeling about that.

…… in a few hours.

I beat crude information into my brain miso with surprising concentration myself, and I returned to maximizing the arcadia of the labyrinth.

- I continued my life.