episode_0127

A treasure chest, what’s inside is memory. However, I was hesitant about the fact that it was not a memory I should have for granted, but a buried memory that even I could not remember.

In the first place, human memories are vague, so even if you slowly forget everything, you can still live as if nothing happened, so is it really necessary to open up the memories that you naturally forgot? There was also a question.

If you forget something, is it because it wasn’t important? What was thrown to that ambiguous question was an uncertain answer.

It’s good to have good memories for a long time, and it’s good not to have bad memories. However, it was natural that the strong memories that flashed through my mind would never leave my head, whether good or bad.

And in the end, the brain’s way of processing the memories that were gnawing away at one’s mind was to gradually bury them.

Even though I didn’t ask for it, I could say thank you for doing it.

I looked at it for a while.

Deep in my heart, which was depicted as a ruin, I fell into trouble as I looked at the shabby treasure chest.

I was curious, I was so curious about what was in that thing.

It’s related to me, and it’s a memory of the past buried in my head. How many people wouldn’t be curious about that?

But God spoke. You’re arrogant towards me.

It’s mine, but if I forget it, it probably means it’s not something I can exercise my rights over. Is that why I can’t open this?

If that were the case, I could borrow God’s power to open it, but I thought the end result wouldn’t be particularly good.

“… I don’t want to open it.”

That was my answer.

There were many concerns. And at the end of it all, I was left with the thought that I had to let go of the memories I had already let go, and I was able to shake my head in response to God’s question.

[Then what should I do for you?]

“I just wish I could go back… ”

[Where?]

“Home.”

If I ever met God, I wanted to pray to him again and again.

I wanted to go home. Is that why you were so enthusiastic?

[You are my incarnation. If not this is your home, where else would home be?]

My pupils shook at those words.

A ruin like this is my home? At this thought, my eyes opened wide and I turned my head.

The moment I turned my gaze to look at my surroundings, the scenery I was drawing caught my eye.

Crackling, crackling.

The monitor was making a distorting noise. There was a lot of trash in a corner of the room.

There was a gloomy, but not turned on light overhead, and on the other side of the computer was the bedding where I always tried to sleep.

There I was, staring at it blankly, standing in a gloomy mood.

“This is… ”

Why on earth is this my house? It was enough to make me speechless.

This is my home. I felt like I was going into a daze.

I never thought that this moment, which felt so depressing because it was a ruin created by my heart, would turn into a space that makes me feel nostalgic for home again.

But why am I not so happy?

I got that feeling, but it didn’t feel very pleasant.

A god dressed in pure white light walked and sat down on my bedding. Then, he tilts the pillow and lies down in a position as if he is looking at me.

He smiled at me, and I followed him and sat there.

It was the same place I always sat.

[This is where I first met you.]

“… First time.”

Now that I think about it, it all started the moment I pressed the download button for the game.

So, I could say that it was because of that that I have been through all the difficult times I have faced.

The monitor turns on.

The crackling noise disappeared and in its place was the game download screen I had seen.

There were many explanations written there, and pictures showing the heroines being humiliated were also attached.

The explanation said that it could rape swordsmen, fighters, and wizards, and at the end of it, an illustration of me, Veronica, covered in semen caught my eye.

It looked really complicated.

[To go back, click Download.]

“Do you want to stay here?”

[…] doesn’t care. Whether you stay or not stay, that is your freedom.]

God said so.

I felt like a smile appeared beyond that white figure with no visible expression.

I wish I could live here again.

When I thought about that, I just closed the window.

After that, I turned on another game.

It was the game I always played. I played this game for over 10 hours a day, and even though I couldn’t play it for nearly a month, I couldn’t forget the taste of it.

Ta-tak, ta-da-dak. Tap on the keyboard.

Click, click. The sound of the mouse filled my ears.

There was no need to wear a headset. God could have continued to talk to me behind my back, so I couldn’t ignore it.

Isn’t it common to give up to someone else without wearing a headset anyway?

however… Was there anyone who would make concessions?

I don’t know. Maybe it’s just déjà vu. I said it was deja vu. So, it might just be that I had a feeling that something like this would happen.

Tap the keyboard again and repeat clicking with the mouse. After that, the goddess’s voice was heard.

[Is it fun?]

“… Just do it.”

[It’s not fun, so why are you doing it? Is there anywhere you want to go?]

“… There’s no way I could have something like that. Just doing it… ”

I don’t know why I keep asking this question.

However, even when people asked me why I was playing a game that wasn’t fun, I couldn’t find a proper answer and could only say, “It’s okay.”

After spitting it out, I realized that I myself had never thought of this game as enjoyable.

I was just doing it out of a sense of duty because it was something I had always done here.

[Is there anywhere you really want to go? For example, school… ]

“… … ,”

There was a place like that. However, it was a place I had long since forgotten, so it no longer gave me any inspiration.

“… I don’t think there is one. I like this better.”

As I answered that, I heard a knock on the door.

I didn’t know why the door was being knocked on as it was said to be the space of the heart, but my heart started pounding as I thought that the power of God might have brought me back to this place.

The door burst open, and rice came in through the gap.

A bowl full of rice and vegetables that looked like it was made of iron. As I looked at it blankly, old memories seemed to come flooding back to me.

I was hungry at the time, so it was good. As I was scooping it up and eating it with that thought in mind, I was surprised to find that it had no taste.

I thought I would get a taste of red pepper paste for the first time in a long time, but in the end, it only made me laugh empty-heartedly because my body hadn’t changed.

“… Not good.”

brother… I’m hungry.

I was startled and looked back at the bedding. But there was only a goddess, and the voice that came to mind was not the voice of the goddess.

I felt my heart tremble as I wondered if there was someone who would call me oppa.

I felt like an emotion that I had never felt before was blooming here. No, rather the opposite.

When I tried to remember what I was feeling here before, nothing came to mind.

I put down my spoon and groaned, thinking I couldn’t taste it anyway so I put it down.

The goddess behind me looked at me and spoke carefully.

[Does it hurt?]

“… no. I just have no appetite… ”

[It’s what you wanted, so why don’t you like it?]

“… Me?”

I wondered what was going on. What did I want?

I couldn’t understand the meaning of those words, so I narrowed my eyes and tilted my head, and the goddess answered.

[Didn’t you wish you couldn’t taste it?]

“I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

[Then, if you could taste it now, would you like it?]

“… Wouldn’t it be nice if you could just taste it?”

[Try it again.]

I didn’t take any action, but the goddess told me so.

I looked at that in a daze, then looked at the bibimbap again. I wondered what he was thinking, so I scooped up some rice on a spoon and put it in my mouth.

What I felt at that moment was the strong taste of red pepper paste.

And the more I chewed, the more the smell of cold, spoiled vegetables and sour rice began tormenting my mouth.

“Kek, keek, ugh, ugh, well, ugh!”

I let out a moan.

I tried to spit out the bibimbap several times even though nothing came out.

It was so disgusting that I had a hard time. I also wondered how I could have eaten something like this.

It is spoiled. It made me wonder how I could survive eating something like this.

It was painful. As I was moaning, I noticed trash rolling around on the floor.

The shell of the triangular kimbap that was already four days old. However, the traces that seemed to have been eaten not long ago made me doubt my eyes.

“… What is it?”

[This is the life you dreamed of. Do you like this place?]

“… … .”

I couldn’t answer.

[This is the house you were dreaming of.]

I couldn’t say anything.

[What you dreamed of so much… ]

“No… Well, it seems a lot different from what I remember.”

[That’s strange. Then would you like to open this? Wouldn’t it be okay to compare?]

There was a box there.

The treasure chest that I remembered was sitting next to the goddess.

In no time, the goddess straightened up, sat down on the bedding, and fiddled with the box.

[Oh, there are signs that someone opened this.]

The goddess who was about to open it said so.

But when I heard those words, I just made a blank expression.

Who on earth?