episode_0152

What is real and what is fake? In fact, there was no need for anyone to correct that standard. Because the place where I was born was real to me, and what I hoped for was real to me.

So, since we can’t objectively tell what’s real and fake, we should think about it subjectively.

This was in a game I was playing.

Now it’s not a game, it’s a game world, and I’ve become a part of it, but even putting that aside, this world has never become real to me.

That wide-open landscape was the ‘background’, the people who filled it were ‘characters’, and the things they held in their hands were ‘items’.

I wasn’t particularly interested in what this world fundamentally looked like. Whether the world or the game came first was a difficult answer for me.

Honestly, even while playing a game, does it make sense to have sympathy for the enemy, even if it means risking your character and fighting to the death?

Furthermore, when playing a night game, is it even possible to get really angry in a rape or hypnosis game, saying that this is just playing with their minds and raping them?

Of course, from a social perspective, there may be people who don’t like it, but at least it didn’t make sense to me.

Since it was a creation after all and it was virtual anyway, no one suffered, it was just the characters dragging their feet.

So, hit the nail on the head.

This world I first encountered through a game was said to be fake, and within it I discovered the real thing.

Veronica’s earnest voice came to me, asking me if I was from another world.

At first, I was just a target of sexual harassment. Anyway, if you leave this world, you won’t have to face me anymore, so let’s just enjoy it. Isn’t it a sex game anyway?

Because I wanted to know where I could experience becoming a man.

Next, she was an object of identification, thinking that she might be similar to me, and the more I got to know her, the more identification turned into sympathy and pity.

Look at her heart. In the end, she gave up herself for me, and I had nothing to give for her, so I just repeated my regretful feelings.

So my heart ached, and because of the pain, sympathy and pity turned into love.

No one knows how solid a love that begins with sympathy and compassion will be.

So, we had to make it solid.

Because it was the ‘real thing’ that could only be encountered in this world, I desperately hoped for it.

But that was only for a moment, and I paid the karma of not listening to her.

Even though she told me to pay attention to things I didn’t think were important because they were fake, I didn’t.

It piled up and became like this.

-I became a person who lost my only ‘real’ thing.

“… … .”

The moment I heard the word love, my breath caught in my throat.

Honestly, it goes without saying that mutual love is much more beautiful than one-sided love.

But at this moment, Veronica had never told me she loved me, but now she told me she loved me.

I looked into her golden eyes.

Her eyes were downcast, she was eating the meat as if it was delicious, but she didn’t have the canteen containing my semen next to her.

Wasn’t it seasoned meat that Veronica was holding in her hands, wondering what the difference was between garlic bread and bread? How can she, who said there was nothing to feel other than the texture, eat it as if it was delicious?

Where is Veronica?

Veronica, Veronica.

Did I end up losing the only Veronica as a result of my karma for not listening to Veronica’s words?

Tears are blooming. However, it was impossible for me to scold Veronica, who was dressed as a saint, here and now, so I just kept my mouth shut, nodded repeatedly, and resumed eating.

I pushed the meat into my mouth, but I couldn’t taste it properly, perhaps because my mind was fading.

Because after only looking at the real thing and hoping for the real thing, I ended up not listening to the real thing and made everything fake.

If so, what is the ‘fake’ who is now pretending to be Veronica? I was curious about the inside. I wanted to ask her right away why she was pretending to be Veronica like nothing had happened, so I entered the inn after the meal was over.

I heard Veronica coming in, and the moment the door slammed shut, I asked her quietly.

“Who is it?”

“?”

When I turned my head to look at Veronica, she just tilted her head as if she had no idea what she was talking about. It seemed like he was trying to hide it properly, making a face like that even in this situation.

Come to think of it, there was only one person here who could pretend to be Veronica.

A parasite that lends its power to Veronica and eats away at Veronica’s mental strength in return.

My teeth are grinding. Unable to control my anger, I walked up to Veronica, grabbed her by the neck, and slammed her to the floor.

Veronica fell to the floor and said, ‘Kwaang.’ He let out a painful groan and looked embarrassed, then looked at me and opened his mouth as if pleading.

“Ka, Kyloon… Why, why are you like this… It’s me, Veronica… ”

Did I make a mistake when I said this with Veronica’s face crying? That feeling of guilt crept in.

However, the sight of the food being deliciously eaten right away, and… The way he said he loved me felt like it was fake and not real, so I couldn’t stop it.

“Don’t be a damn thing.”

He said firmly.

“You are not Veronica.”

How do we define a person? In fact, if your body and voice are the same, few people will notice that your personality changes. Most people think that the person has changed, not that the content inside has changed.

But if he really changed, can we say for sure that it was him? The answer was ‘no’.

We don’t know whether the soul exists or whether ghosts exist. However, if you define a person by something like an internal spirit or memory, then what was in front of me right now was not Veronica.

It meant that although it may be Veronica on the outside, it was not the real person I hoped it would be on the inside.

It is an imitation that imitates the real thing. Even though you said you allowed your feelings to me, I know very well that those feelings did not turn into love, but you whisper love to me when it’s just the two of you like this?

Nonsense.

I opened Veronica’s memories at will, and only one person came to mind who was trying to imitate Veronica.

I don’t know why they are doing this, but I have no choice but to ask with confidence.

“You are the God that Veronica talked about.”

Veronica’s tearful expression is erased.

And at the end, the corners of his mouth rose.

“… How did you know?”

“Veronica doesn’t say she loves me.”

No wonder I said those words.

Since the taste could be said to have returned, I just put into my mouth what I was most certain of.

But that made me feel sick to my stomach. It hurt so much to be convinced that Veronica didn’t love me.

“… But now I’m Veronica, I love you.”

My gaze wavered. I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering if this was some kind of sophistry or bullshit.

“Don’t be damned! Bring it back quickly,”

“Kylon, you are the chosen one. Even if it is a creative work, there are not many people who think that the character is fake even when they actually encounter it. It feels more realistic than playing a game, and there is a more three-dimensional form in front of you, but even though there is a hidden personality that is not shown in the creation, you do not see it as a person. It’s just a ‘character’.”

The corners of his mouth went up in displeasure.

“Look. This is the Veronica you wish for. Black hair, golden eyes. Besides, he is the only one who can understand your heart. There are few beings in this world who maintain a perspective like yours. You repeatedly think this world is another world and immerse yourself in it, eventually choosing to become a ‘character’ yourself, but you weren’t like that.”

As Veronica said those words, I felt like my hair was bleaching white.

Who understands whom? Who is who?

Not Veronica, but someone called God understands me?

That’s nonsense. In the first place, the person God would take care of was Veronica, not me.

I was not talking about Veronica, who was smiling unpleasantly in front of me right now, but my ‘real’ self.

A hollow laugh burst out.

“Why did Veronica become like that?”

“Me?”

“… Not you, my real Veronica.”

“That’s me. Isn’t that your favorite look? Ideal face, ideal body. Besides, he is the only one who will understand you. Let’s travel around the world together with me.”

“Damn.”

I pushed the voice away.

“… Veronica isn’t here?”

“None.”

“I’m not even going to give it back?”

“No longer there.”

“… … .”

In the end, I couldn’t protect anything.

Just thinking about that made me sigh.

“… Then I have no business in this world either. Get out.”

I came here and learned a lot from Veronica.

I didn’t learn it because she taught me, but I definitely learned it because she was there.

People can love by looking at their heart, not their appearance.

That’s why I didn’t have any special feelings when I saw Veronica in front of me.

Because this too was a meaningless fake.