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Chapter 243 The Knight of Livia
The virtual game world of Chaldea.
Since Mochizuki Oboro completed the main story of the Fuyuki Singularity, the main story dungeon has been marked with "Next Chapter to be Opened" and replaced by a brand new title logo for "Summer Singularity", which is expected to be officially opened in mid-July.
If you had to categorize Chaldea as a game, you could only use one word: an absolute hodgepodge. Even if no game on the market resonated with you, Meltryllis could create one on the spot using Mooncell.
Casual players like Abigail and Medea can easily find the Stardew Valley area, while combat-exploration players like Typhon can enter dungeons and play as thrilling adventurers.
Traloc is playing an open-world exploration game. It's clearly inspired by The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt.
The grand and ingenious background story setting, the lifelike Western fantasy world ecology, and the cutting-edge sensory simulation combine to create an experience that can only be described as perfect.
Unlike other beautiful fairy tale worlds, the games Traloc plays are more realistic and dark.
The Southern Empire and the Northern Kingdoms nearly divided the entire continent. The Elves, no longer glorious, retreated to the depths of the forests after their failed guerrilla warfare against humanity, silently licking their wounds. The Dwarves, dwelling in the mountains, continued to uphold their principle of neutrality, refraining from interfering in human conflicts.
"Beyond the world we inhabit, there exist many other worlds. Sometimes, planes collide, and that's how we humans came into this world—as outsiders."
Sister Joan of Arc slowly recounted: "In the beginning, humans were merely slaves of the elves. Lacking both magical aptitude and physical strength, they could only toil day after day... But gradually, their powerful adaptability and reproductive capacity allowed them to dethrone the elves from their thrones of dominion and thus become the masters of the continent."
Traloc awkwardly fiddled with her long ears. Her race was that of an elf, and exposing her ears would attract hostility from human NPCs.
"What a coincidence." Mochizuki Oboro weighed the steel sword in her hand. "Joan of Arc, you're playing this game too?"
Jeanne cleared her throat: "I'm on a training mission. The backstory mentions that there is suffering everywhere here. As a staff member of the Foundation, I need to hone my ability to spread warmth and love. If I can successfully influence the NPCs, then the real world will surely be no problem either."
"Let's just assume that's how it is for now." Tralock's lips curled up slightly. "How about setting a small goal? How about obtaining the title of 'Saintess' in this game?"
Witcher, elf, nun. It's hard to find a stranger combination on the continent.
There aren't many main quest restrictions in the game; everything is entirely voluntary.
……
The Southern Empire, the Northern Kingdom, and beyond the continent lie archipelagos skilled in plunder and conquest, but the vast territory still belongs to the monsters.
From ancient times, they have been the rulers of the world.
As a demon hunter, Oboro Mochizuki's job is naturally to eliminate demons. However, he has now been inexplicably drawn into a battle.
Dark clouds hung low, the air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder, and the soil was damp with blood, carrying an unyielding rusty odor.
The banks of the turbulent, muddy river were completely deserted, not a single boat in sight. Dust billowed in the distance.
“All the boats that could cross the river have been requisitioned.” Joan of Arc frowned slightly. “There seems to be an army fighting nearby.”
"Take a detour," Mochizuki Oboro deduced. "A certain duke has another commission to give us."
Tralock shook his head: "It's too late. Without a ship, we'll have to abandon the commission."
Just as the three were contemplating whether to abandon the commission, a loud shout interrupted their nearly finalized plan.
"It's elves and mutants!! It must be the Queen's reinforcements, kill them!!"
The Imperial cavalryman, nicknamed "The Man in Black," roared with hostility and charged at Wang Yuelong and his companions without asking any questions.
[The skirmish begins]
[Lv.9 Nilfgaard Empire Cavalry Squad]
Danger level: Low
Traloc, acting as a sorcerer, chanted an incantation, pushed his hands forward, and smashed the condensed ice spikes into the center of the cavalry formation.
In an instant, the cavalrymen were thrown about, their horses and men falling to the ground one after another, the powerful impact deforming their helmets. But the men in black had no time to feel the pain; the magic that followed turned them into living ice sculptures.
Mochizuki Oboro drew his steel sword, which was specially designed for human targets, and rushed into the formation. He formed a protective Kunen hand seal, and his whole body shimmered with golden light.
Jeanne, now a support character, stands in the back row, providing a constant stream of support buffs to the two. Her role is somewhat similar to the Earth Tiger Armor given away as a bonus with a phone plan.
……
Shortly after, in the center of the battlefield.
Queen Morgan believed she was on the verge of losing.
The men in black swarmed like locusts, one wave after another, and Oberon, acting as their commander on the other side, gave her no chance to breathe.
But the sudden appearance of elves and witchers changed the course of the battle. The two shrewdly and accurately executed a decapitation strike, eliminating key commanders one by one, leaving the soldiers bewildered and triggering a series of chain reactions.
"I hate portals..."
Thrown from mid-air, Mochizuki Oboro rolled awkwardly, quickly standing up after absorbing the force. An Ald sign, acting as a shockwave, knocked the last high-ranking officer off his horse, and the Witcher promptly delivered a finishing blow.
The soldiers tried to surround Mochizuki Oboro, but before the encirclement could be formed, the portal that Tralock threw out took Mochizuki Oboro back with it.
After this cycle repeated itself, although the Empire still maintained a numerical advantage, its command and communication hubs had been destroyed.
Oberon narrowed his eyes slightly.
The queen's army was already caught in a pincer movement; all they needed to do was drive her into the river. The army on the opposite bank was also prepared to face a trapped beast.
But no one expected that a mutant and an elf would suddenly appear to help the Queen cross the river, allowing Morgan to get through this most difficult moment.
"retreat."
"But……"
"No buts. Next time, I will burn their poor country to ashes."
[You, along with Tralock and Joan of Arc, successfully helped Queen Morgan repel the imperial invasion.]
[Unlock Achievement: Someone's Slacking Off]
[Unlock Achievement - 1+1>?]
……
"In the name of the Queen of Rivia and Lyria, I hereby appoint you as the Knight of Rivia, the Witcher."
Morgan, who had only wanted to play a game to pass the time, was delighted: "Is there anything you want?"
Tralock interjected, “One ship, Your Majesty. We only need one ship.”
What a joke! We finally got to play on our home turf, and now someone has interfered again.
Chapter 244 Violet's Execution
In the game world, within a lunar city.
Tralock was very annoyed that Morgan had interrupted her plans. Therefore, she decided to make amends in a more radical way.
Holding hands? Going on a date? Those are so lame.
Humans' thresholds are naturally raised, and for Tralock, these activities were less stimulating than a simple kiss.
Since we're all in a virtual game world anyway, what's wrong with doing things that have no taboos?
While not as wealthy as in the real world, Traloc isn't exactly poor in the game. A certain Miss Meltryllis, who wishes to remain anonymous, even thoughtfully gifted Traloc a small villa—more than enough for his mischievous antics.
If the timing is right, it would be nice to have an alternative party there.
"Want to play a game, my priest?" Tralock asked with an irresistible aggression, placing his long fingers on Mochizuki Oboro's shoulder in a flippant tone.
Mochizuki Oboro: "What game?"
“Strong game.” Tralock slammed the door shut almost instantly after he finished speaking.
The crisp click of the lock was particularly jarring, as if announcing that some kind of invisible cage had been formed.
"No." Mochizuki Oboro refused decisively.
Tralock raised an eyebrow: "If you're willing, would that still be considered forced?"
Accept → readily agree → begin OO.XX.
Not accepting → That's the real strong ■ game → Start OO.XX.
What an absurd and unsolvable logic, utterly thuggish. No matter what answer Mochizuki Oboro gives, it will be automatically translated as acceptance of the invitation by Tralock.
"Wait a moment. There's something I want to announce in advance."
"Go ahead."
Tralock wasn't in a hurry. All the annoying troublemakers on his friends list were offline, and Morgan, the only one who could cause trouble, was currently engrossed in a game quest; a few words wouldn't be enough to stir up any waves.
All the Command Seals that could force Servants to execute orders had been used up, and now only faint traces of red remained on the back of Mochizuki Oboro's hand. The teleportation items in her game inventory could no longer be used at other players' homes.
To sum it up in one sentence—Mochizuki Oboro is now at her wit's end.
"Let me ask you a question first. Suppose someone already has a girlfriend but is still thinking about pursuing other women, what would you think of him?" Mochizuki Oboro pulled out a preemptive strike.
Without hesitation, Tralock replied: "Scum, scoundrels, creatures who beat the House of Lords in the House of Commons, apes whose reason lost to instinct."
Mochizuki Oboro nodded seriously, even with a hint of agreement, "Mmm-hmm: What if that person were me?"
“I am bloodthirsty, brutal, ruthless, and merciless. So we’re a match made in heaven,” Tralock blurted out immediately, without taking even a fraction of a second.
"What would you do if your first girlfriend was someone else?"
“To cut open the heart and drink the blood—just kidding.” Tralock proudly tilted his head slightly. “The criteria for choosing a queen are not just seniority.”
The strong rule everything, while the weak can only crawl on the mud searching for scraps of food—this is the law of nature. Humans are also part of nature.
Tralock was not stupid; the priest's change must be related to some event, but she didn't care.
A long time ago, although the methods she used were somewhat underhanded, she still managed to get Mochizuki Oboro's first kiss. If we really want to count them, she is undoubtedly the number one.
“At first, I wanted to send out invitations to define our relationships one by one in a rather perverse way. But Typhon made me calm down a bit,” Mochizuki Oboro said. “Please give me some events. I’ll explain everything properly before the study tour begins.”
"So, can we play hardcore games now?"
Tralock remains true to her original aspirations. It makes one wonder if she's even listened to them.
……
SE.RA.PH.
This was the first group meeting held after the second-generation administrator took office. The host, Meltryllis, sat high in the main seat, trying hard to maintain a serious expression.
Attendees included Kazuradrop, Passionlip, Kingprotea, and Violet, who rarely makes public appearances. All members of SAKURA FIVE were present.
“We need to review the problems that have existed so far.” Meltryllis waved his sleeve and said in a seemingly magnanimous manner, “Don’t worry about it, just bring it up.”
Kazuradrop pouted: "You won't be happy if I bring it up."
“You can bring it up. You can bring it up anywhere.” Meltryllis smiled slightly. “I’m very democratic.”
Kingprotea said quietly, "When BB was in office, he was still intentionally managing the points and mall system, but after you, Melt, took over, you basically stopped managing it."
There was no accusation in her tone; she was simply stating a basic fact.
“It’s clearly one of the basic pieces.” Passionlip automatically followed up with a finishing blow.
Kazuradrop said mercilessly, "Sorry, this Melt doesn't even care about the main quest anymore. After all, she's a heroine who's immersed in love and bothers her Master until 1 a.m. every day."
"Why don't I just kidnap my Master and enjoy our time together?"
Violet, who had remained silent until now, launched a scathing verbal attack: "Anyway, personal preferences are much more important to you than goals."
This series of precise blows was like a combination punch. Unable to refute it, Meltryllis sat down in a sorry state, head bowed and silent.
Although they are all Alteregos created by BB, the five sisters do not get along very well. For example, Violet and Meltryllis are not compatible, so she rarely appears after Miss Swan takes the stage and has been working diligently all the time.
Most SAKURA FIVE members have personality issues: love and hate, joy and sorrow, thirst for love and compassion... Only Violet is "pure".
"Why don't we just bring the Master here and talk things out in person?" Violet pressed on, "You're not going to work properly anyway, so go join the competition and get BB back. It'll be clearer if she gives the instructions."
Upon hearing the key words, Meltryllis instantly jumped up from her seat: "No way! I will never let that guy come back!"
Violet seemed to have anticipated this; her expression remained unchanged as she calmly adjusted her glasses again: "So I took a step back and brought the Master with me."
Oboro Mochizuki, whose presence was concealed in the corner, raised her hand in greeting.
The protagonist still doesn't understand the relationship between these Alteregos and BB, but sometimes you don't need to know so much.
Neither during the BB era nor the Meltryllis era had Oboro Mochizuki ever met Violet, and she assumed that the system's staff, including BB, only numbered five. It turned out that Violet and Meltryllis simply didn't get along.
"You heard everything?!" Meltryllis's little face quickly turned from white to red.
"That's right. I was there as soon as the meeting started. The reason you didn't notice is probably because I was quite focused."
Her gaze drifted, obscuring the moon. The real reason was that the other four were intentionally or unintentionally blocking Meltryllis's perception.
Sure enough, people don't feel tired when they're doing bad things.
Chapter 245 (90++): Fiery Chili Pepper