I Live To Play VR-MMORPG

...It's ugly and unrefined because of my lack of skill.

This should work if I slotted the program in itself, it should be able to start studying by itself already but I can't accept that the supercomputer I made looks like trash.

I planned to get human skin made by silicone rubber to cover the supercomputer and add a few touches to make it more of a human head but on second thought, I decided to not do it.

It'll still be creepy when a head without a body was placed on your table.

I'll have to bear with the current supercomputer, storing it in a capsule to hide its ugly look and add a feature of projecting hologram of human.

But again, another problem arises. I lack the material to build the hologram projector.

Sigh*

The reason I was desperate for the supercomputer to look like a human was that I want to know its progress.

How it project emotion.

How they do body gestures.

How it reacts to question.

The program of self-learning was again made by me, alone. So it bounds to have bugs or errors that I don't know of.

Looking at the window, I noticed that the sky was about to go dark.

It's time for me to head back. I don't want to be grounded again...

Searching for the oplet driver, I found him chatting with some girl. He seemed to have enjoyed himself, but sadly it's time for us to return.

"Sir! It's late now, I would like to go back."

...

The oplet driver continues to chat with the girl beside her flirtatiously while pretending to not hear me.

Without holding back, I interrupted their peaceful date by sneaking up behind them and yelling loudly.

"Hey, it's time to go back!"

"P*ss off brat, if you want to go home, go walk by yourself."

You want to play it like this huh?

"Who's that kid?"

"No one."

Looks like this guy doesn't know how to repay others, then don't blame me.

"Big sister! He's my big brother, you really like him? he's just an oplet driver."

Listening to my words, the woman's expression instantly turned sour.

"R-really? I didn't know about that, thanks for the information, boy."

'I thought that he was a rich man. Who have thought that a mere oplet driver came to a beach spending money freely.'

The woman stood up and was about to leave after hearing the job the man has. Like I expected, how could that woman fall for this kind of guy.

Of course, she's aiming for his money.

"Look, I can explain. Wait!?"

"You piece of trash, don't you dare call my number. If you dare I'll make sure you regret it!"

After the woman gave him a disgusted look, he gave up pursuing as he knows there's no hope anymore.

"What the f*ck kid! I was just about to get laid!"

Pfft... you have to thank for saving you from a gold digger.

"Getting laid? What's that? More importantly, I want to go home!"

While saying that innocently, I was holding a hundred thousand on my hand, purposely flaunt it to him.

"Alright, let's go home."

Damn, he's a shameless a.d.u.l.t like me. He actually treated like nothing happened between us.

I was planning to find him again tomorrow and give him more money to spend.

I don't want people to spread a rumor of a kid going to a beach by paying a huge sum of money.

I don't know but, based on what I experienced all of them greeted each other on the street when they passed each other as though they're friends or something.

Maybe the fellow oplet drivers did hang out to have a friendly chat at some point so it's better to be safe.

Meh, it's his loss for trying to ditch me.

I'll just find another oplet driver tomorrow. I hoped the next one I found won't be like him.

-----

"Oh! This time you're just in time."

Old Man was about to close the store already and I coincidentally returned just in time.

"Of course, I don't want to get grounded again."

"Ha, see you."

"See you too."

After I bade my farewell with Old Man, I went inside and turned on the computer.

The first thing I did was sending James' letter.

[If you read this, ignore what the house key part. I have found the key under the carpet.]

Next was to copy the program I needed tomorrow into my special memory.

I even made a USB port so that I could plug into this outdated computer.

I called it a special memory because not only it stores data but it also converts the data it receives into another type of file that I needed. In other words, there's no need for me to compile the program anymore.

It will take a while before it finished copying the program.

Meanwhile, I decided to check how's that guy doing in the official forum.

What was his name again?

Fwerz-something?

Checking my friend list, I found the only friend I made with is Fwerv335.

Let's see what did you do for the past week.

Checking his activity logs, it can be seen that he was active as usual.

Scrolling down the log, I can only see him commenting on people's discussion.

He didn't use any of his moderator's power yet.

No people were banned by him or blocked by him.

All of the threads remained too, he didn't delete any discussion.

I decided to ask him, did he not find any inappropriate discussion or anything for the past few days? or he just didn't want to delete other people's discussion?

[Hi there, how are you?]

[Are you used to being a moderator?]

Ding*

He replied already!

[I'm fine!]

[Yes. I think I have fitted myself in the community]

[For the last few days, did you find anything that need to be taken care of?]

[No, sir! Everything is fine.]

Oh? Really?

I didn't know there could be no toxic people in Hero's community.

Hmm... yep definitely impossible, I've played enough games in my past life.

There's definitely toxic or cancer people lurking in the community, spreading a false rumor or putting a link that leads to a scam website, etc.

I'll try to search them myself then. Once I show him one, let's see what he can say about it.

Scrolling into a new discussion, I immediately found one.

A guy was flaming at a particular person in this discussion.

It seems like a fight between two guilds.

[Can you explain this?]

I pass him the link of the discussion, letting him view what's going on.

[That's normal sir. I'll talk to them to stop fighting.]

Talk with them? That's not what you supposed to do.

Sigh*

I'll let him do his own way then.

[I see. It seems you have a unique way to solve a problem.]

[If you must, you can delete the discussion to prevent the spread of hate. Sometimes it's fine to delete the unnecessary discussion.]

[While I appreciate your work, I do have something in my mind.]

[Feel free to ask!]

[How old are you?]

[I'm 32, I am currently unemployed! :)]

...I don't think it was something you should be proud of.

[In dire need of money? I can hire you]

[XXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX]

Wow, he's prepared.

With his bank number sent to me, I transferred one thousand dollars to him.

I wanted to give him more but it'll be weird if I pay him a lot of money just because he's being active in a forum.

I'll just increase it bit by bit as time pass.

Of course, I expect him to do a better job too.

After I've done monitoring Fwerv335, I checked the progress again. It barely budges.

Argh, it's so slow because of this outdated computer. After all, the memory card borrowed the capability of the computer to translate the code.

It doesn't have the capability to translate without a computer.

I might need to leave the computer on until morning.

A while later, Father returned. As usual, we wait until Mervin got home and then we ate dinner together.

"You went out again today?"

"Y-yeah. This time I won't be late, so there's no need for you to worry, dad."

Well, honestly I almost got late. If I didn't chase the girl away, I definitely get grounded by father.

"All right. Was it to study English?"

Father assumed that because the last time at the police station, he definitely saw James face and he was undeniably a foreigner.

"Yes, he's my English teacher. He's from Australia and is currently teaching at our school."

"I pleaded him to teach me, so he invited me to his house. He's only free on Saturday and Monday."

"I see."

I'm making so much lies to people that I don't even remember what lies I have made.

Gulp*

God, don't blame me for that. I can't say anything that can give out the fact that I'm living a second life, can I?

I secretly prayed toward the sky, pleading for forgiveness.

Honestly, I'm not a religious person in my past life.

But now that I'm alive after I'm dead, how can I not believe the existence of God.

In fact, I should be the only one in the world that firmly believes God existed. Again that only applies if there's no one other than me, living a second life.

"I'm back."

Mervin finally returned from his work. With Mervin returned, I decided to turn into a cheeky brat as today was special.

Today, Father bought grilled chicken, called Ayam Bakar. It's quite delicious for cheap food, the chicken is flavourful and they're tender as hell.

What's more is the Sambal Belacan, a specialty of Indonesia.

I'll definitely take the advantage that I'm a kid to eat as much as I could.

"Yay! Dad, Let's eat!"

"Wait! I just came back!"

"Who cares? I'm taking away all of the chicken."

"Piece of sh*t, Andy!"