Area of Senses

I gather information through the internet.

As a result, I was able to realize that this world is showing an unusually rapid rate of development in industries that have commonalities in specific fields.

Same but different. Because of that, even when looking at stocks, I couldn’t dare to predict which stocks would rise or fall.

[Hayeon-ah~]

After clicking the mouse for a while, I heard my mom’s voice from beyond the door.

She calls a stranger’s name. That’s why the answer came out late.

“Come in.”

My mom, who opened the door and came in, was holding a small plate and a cup full of juice in her hand.

What was on the plate was a small sandwich, a snack that Mom would occasionally make for me.

Will the contents inside be the same?

My mom, who walked over naturally, puts the plate and cup down in front of the computer desk.

She must be worried that I didn’t eat breakfast properly.

“Thank you.”

An unfamiliar voice.

The tone of the girl’s voice that flowed out of my mouth is really beautiful.

But the thought that it flowed out of my mouth gave me goosebumps.

“Aren’t you playing games today?”

“Games…? Ah…”

When I tilted my head at the question, my gaze reached the large capsule located in the corner of the room.

As I was just looking at the capsule without saying anything, a warm hand touched my cheek.

When I suddenly looked up, a gaze filled with warm affection was directed at me.

More precisely, at this body, Hayeon-i.

It’s an exceedingly warm gaze, but that’s why it felt cold.

Immediately after Mom left the room, I silently stared at the capsule.

For a long time, a very long time.

Then a small curiosity arose.

What happened to the game in this world, the game I used to be obsessed with?

***

I use the capsule to try to connect without any plan.

Instead of the account I always used, an unfamiliar account created through the information registered in this body welcomes me.

I browse the game’s homepage. Screenshots and an interface with familiar backgrounds.

Deron Online.

Old memories come to mind.

Deron’s homepage was no different from a long time ago.

Unlike the great development of the game industry, the time in the game was flowing as strangely identically to my world.

I laugh.

I can now explore the world I used to explore using a keyboard and mouse in a different way.

The episode open at this time is the last of Chapter 1.

The appearance of the Red Orc Empire.

The max level is 25, and the first raid monster is the Red Orc Fighter.

I recall faded memories.

At the time, I didn’t have an environment where I could properly play the game, so I didn’t have accurate information, but I at least remembered the major incidents.

One question arises.

Will the incidents in this world also flow as I remember them?

As I continued to think that way, the loading finished and the game started.

The view turns black, and small clusters of light spread out from the center.

Clouds appear filling the view as if falling from the sky, and a wide continent unfolds below them.

It’s similar to my old memories.

The game connection interface, which had already changed a long time ago, welcomes me.

But what I see in the character selection window is a very unfamiliar appearance.

A small girl holding a staff is looking at me.

Is it the character that the girl named Hayeon-i raised?

I’m not interested. I quickly turn my gaze and create a new character.

Customization begins, where you can set various settings such as basic gender, body shape, face, and hair color.

I’m not interested. I skip it right away. Customization that is not set separately follows the appearance of reality as it is.

Since I skipped all the miscellaneous settings right away, the nickname setting comes to mind.

When I quickly tap on the transparent keyboard floating in the air, the nickname I used to use familiarly comes to mind.

[Hwarang]

I only slightly changed the first letter from my original name.

But I can’t use it now.

If Hwarang in this world is the same as me, if he is thinking the same thing as that Hwarang, then he will also be using the nickname Hwarang.

[Yeon]

Therefore, it’s Yeon.

I erased the first letter of Hayeon.

Deron Online basically allows duplicate nicknames.

What distinguished users was the account number, so the nickname wasn’t that important.

As soon as I set my nickname, a new world unfolds.

The senses begin to come alive.

As if waking up from a deep sleep, it allowed me to feel the wind passing over my skin.

“Ha…”

Because I brought my real body as it is, my arms and legs are short. My gaze was low.

It’s still an unfriendly game. Even though the world has changed, there was no tutorial guide or anything.

I was just thrown into a new world as it is.

I was once again made to feel the absurdity that people feel when they first encounter this game.

I start walking, recalling old memories.

Is it because the game has developed so much? The starting village area was crowded with people.

It’s like watching a game in its early stages of opening.

I open the inventory.

The hard bread that was given along with the basic starting equipment came into view.

When I reached in and took out the bread, a roughly shaped bread came along in my hand.

A sense of reality that is unbelievable for a game, that’s why it’s a game.

I smirk and draw my sword.

The first place I headed to was the hunting ground.

I pass by the rabbit hunting ground that can be accessed in the early stages and enter the wolf’s territory.

There were a lot of people as expected.

An enormous number, to the point where you can’t hunt monsters.

That’s why I pass by.

I was worried that I might be going too far ahead with a newly created level 1 character, but I soon shook that thought off.

The game has already entered the realm of the senses. The difficulty of the game has increased so much that those with ordinary talents cannot play it properly.

I also belonged to those without talent.

That’s why I leave on a journey just to enjoy it.

As I rummaged through my memories and passed through the wolf’s territory, I arrived at a deep mountain.

The name marked on the map is unknown, it’s a kind of hidden area.

The respawning monsters are goblins, and their experience points are no different from level 1 rabbits.

That’s why there are no people. Since you can’t get proper experience, people don’t bother coming to this hunting ground.

The same goes for dropped items. Goblins don’t drop any special items.

How many seconds can I last in the first exchange?

I tilted my head and pointed my sword.

The total number of goblins walking along the mountain path is 2.

I charge in assuming I’m going to die.

My upper body faces forward, and strength enters my lower body.

Great force is transmitted to the legs kicking off the ground, and rotation begins from the ankles.

It’s strange. A strange sensation envelops my whole body.

The optimal form for attacking is drawn with system correction.

But my mind rejects it.

No, it’s an instinctive feeling. This form doesn’t fit.

Do you trust the system, or do you trust your senses?

I choose the latter of the two.

With the upper body rotating halfway as it is charging, it blows off the goblin’s head with an iron sword.

Seagak-!

A cheerful cutting sound.

Behind it, a splendid effect explodes.

Critical hit!

The goblin is stunned in an instant as if it has taken a tremendous hit.

“Ah…”

The pleasure transmitted through my fingertips was tremendous.

But I was embarrassed. Was it luck? Or my skill?

Such questions didn’t last long.

There were two goblins. The other one swung its sword at me.

My body reacts to the attack aimed at my head.

A small movement that started from my feet is transmitted to my thighs, waist, and upper body.

Saak-

A thin line brushes past my cheek.

The end of my gaze contains the goblin’s rusty sword and its body.

It’s a reaction that’s surprisingly quick even for me.

The moment is urgent. I didn’t think deeply, and my actions were fast.

The next attack follows. I follow the form drawn in my head.

It was a movement that was far off from the system correction, but it was already speaking with results.

That my choice is right.

Chaak!

The long passing sword path brushes past the goblin’s neck.

Along with the effect of a critical hit, the goblin falls.

An attack aimed at a vital point. An attack that would have been absolutely impossible in a normal game unfolds in Deron in another world.

As soon as I dealt with one goblin, the remaining one, whose stun had been released, began to approach.

As if telling me the expected point of attack, several parts of the screen are tinged with red.

But I ignore them all. Rather, I choose to move forward.

The moment strength is put into the legs that slid forward, the long outstretched hand is swung forward.

One hit.

Seugak!

It’s a guy who has already consumed a lot of health. With the finishing blow, the guy’s head flies off and the corpse disappears.

I’m embarrassed. And it’s fun.

Just like when I first played the game, this situation is so much fun right now.

My level went up.

The experience needed to go from 1 to 2 was not much.

It was so little that even if you caught goblins that give little experience, your level would rise quickly.

The moment I opened the character window to raise my stats, the optimal job route already came to mind.

Slash, slash, slash, and slash again.

I fell into a state of ecstasy in the game that I had become addicted to.

Goblins who charged with swords occasionally left fatal wounds.

But I don’t stop. I’ve already experienced death several times.

But I don’t care, death in Deron is light.

Die, die, and die again, I died 10 times today alone.

I was lucky that there was no resurrection penalty due to the beginner buff.

I, who had just finished resurrecting, immediately called up the system options.

Everything is cumbersome. I turn off the system corrections that fill the screen.

The sensation of my body is foreign. I was only frustrated that my body wasn’t following as much as I thought.

I raise the sense synchronization to the maximum.

At that moment, the senses that had been misaligned find their place.

I was uncharacteristically excited.

I regain my composure. I take a breath and look down at my sword.

It was missing teeth because I had cut down so many goblins.

The weapon given in the early stages cannot be repaired.

It’s the moment I need a store item.

I immediately move my position and purchase a store-bought iron sword.

Goblins weren’t monsters that made money, but I had enough to buy store items in the early areas.

Now that my level has risen, it was time to move the hunting ground.

As soon as I left the starting village and started walking along the road, I was soon able to reach the next village.

The place where the full-scale war with the orcs begins. It is an area where unique orcs with red skin appear.

I rummage through my memories. If you clear the repeated quests in this area, you can obtain supply-type equipment that is given to ordinary soldiers.

As quest reward items, they boasted quite usable performance.

In front of the front line that stretched along the mountain range, there were many people gathering to find parties.

If it were a normal game, I would have broken through this area with solo play.

But it’s different now. The game has entered the realm of the senses.

If someone with poor talent stands in front of a red orc, their head will be split open.

Should I find a party? Or should I trust this body’s talent?

I shook my head.

I’m already having fun. I didn’t want anyone to interfere.

As I left the front line with the initial equipment on, people’s eyes reached me.

But it disappeared quickly.

They think that entering the front line with the red orcs alone is the same as committing suicide.

As I walked along the road, I was able to meet a red orc swordsman.

The orc, whose whole body was muscular. When he saw me, he burst out with red eyes.

It was a characteristic of aggressive monsters.

The appearance of the orc running quickly is excessively realistic.

The pressure compressing my whole body is enormous.

What about the long stretched sword? The thought that a sharp blade was aiming for my neck made me start to feel fear that I didn’t have.

I measure the distance between me and the orc. I’m shorter than the orc’s range.

It’s the start of an unfavorable fight.

A different situation from the goblin, I immediately moved my body and dug forward.

The orc’s gaze turns downward and his arms soar upward.

Preparing for a strong blow. If I get hit as it is, my body will be split in two from my head.

[Hayeon-ah~]

“Ah…”

It’s Mom’s call.

That call stopped my movement.

And so the sword of the falling orc swordsman split my body.

It was a futile death.