Investigation

The reactions of the Raiders who watched the video varied.

For some, it was curiosity.

For others, it was a warning.

The game had changed.

Now, they had to live in the game.

Saying not to take the game seriously was no different from telling them to fall behind and die.

They were already living in a magical reality of Magical Power and Hunters, so they couldn’t just be optimistic about returning to reality someday.

Even if they could return, no one knew when that would be.

What was important to them was the present, and the power given to Raiders was completely different from what it was in the game.

They couldn’t return to reality.

They lived in the game.

Only that situation was given, but the position and impression of being revered as Raiders had changed greatly from what it was in the game.

If they accepted the game as reality,

Raiders were candidates to save the world.

The Raider clans running at the forefront had immense power comparable to an empire.

The clan leaders were, of course, no exception.

Immense power.

Why did those in power become corrupt?

The sense of superiority of using others as their limbs was like a poison that seeped into their minds.

People who had to be mindful of the public in reality had gained power where human rights violations were allowed.

The power to kill people with a single word.

It was a power that was perfect for feeling a savory sense of superiority.

It had only been a few weeks,

But those few weeks were more than enough time for people to change, and enough time to create an insurmountable gap.

And the clan leaders were quick to catch on.

Moreover, they were the leaders of the Heroes who had been running at the forefront, taking down impregnable raid monsters.

The clan leaders were really quick to respond.

They quickly predicted and reflected the problems that would arise in the future.

Sealing off the entrance to the Tower.

Occupying hunting grounds.

Preempting Dungeons.

And monopolizing the main Quests.

They wanted more power to preserve their power and protect their own things.

A society that balances itself out?

Development is fastest when shared?

So?

Would those in power care about that?

What they wanted was monopoly.

The power that came from monopoly.

They wanted to gain overwhelming power that could never be overturned, and stabilize their power and position.

It was a clumsy judgment to say this was excessive.

When thinking about the future, emotions didn’t matter.

The position of clan leader was originally a troublesome and cumbersome position with only honor, but now the imaginary power had real power.

Because it was originally imaginary, not many people wanted to be clan leader.

It was just a game anyway.

A power that didn’t matter in reality.

But now that the bridge to reality was cut off, only the rules of the isolated island remained.

There was a reason to want to be a clan leader, and the relationships in the game were shallow.

Whether they were ordinary people or Hunters in reality, or even if they belonged to the same group, it was extremely rare for meetings in the game to be deep.

If the clan members wanted the position of clan leader, no one could guess what would happen or who to trust.

A status that allowed a private audience with the emperor.

Treatment as if they had become the protagonist of the world.

The clan leader had to prove themselves.

To preserve their position, they had to prove that they were their clan leader with results.

They had to satisfy them.

If there were those who sought to usurp the throne because they couldn’t, what would happen to the current clan leader?

In the meantime, a newbie who overturned the level difference as if it were nothing appeared and flaunted themselves like a seed of a new force.

Game.

No death.

If they were underestimated because they were low-level, they would quickly rise up.

There was a restraining force that made them wonder if they were making too much of a fuss since it was still a game,

But if they accepted the game as reality and made rational judgments,

The maximum level difference that had been overcome so far was 20 levels.

The owner of that record was a woman named Namgung Yun, who was currently ranked 3rd in the Tower rankings.

There was a precedent.

It was more than a precedent.

SSS rank.

The anonymous growth that easily surpassed the level difference could never be left alone.

Embrace it.

Get rid of it.

Something had to be done.

“Munch, munch…”

Americano ate with her left hand.

The landlady smacked her on the back.

“Oh my! I can’t believe it! Even if you’re a Hero, how can you treat your arm like that? It hurts just to look at you.”

“Haha.”

“When are you going to the temple?”

“After I eat this.”

The first floor of the inn was a restaurant.

She ate everything and went out right away.

She covered her body tightly with a robe.

That’s because she lost her breastplate while fighting the Lord Kobold yesterday.

She lost the breastplate that covered her chest, so she couldn’t go outside without a robe.

Honestly, she couldn’t help but think this.

She was originally a man, but is it okay to be embarrassed because her chest is a little visible?

A rebuttal was possible.

For men, sexual parts are almost limited to the groin.

So, the feeling of opening the zipper of jeans… the moment she thought of that, it flashed.

Or it was a situation where the pants were torn and the underwear was visible.

For women, the sexual parts are the chest and groin, so even if it’s less than the groin… no, in the first place, who would be attracted to if they went around with their chest open?

Men.

“Ew.”

She covered her body more tightly with a robe.

Suddenly.

Bustling.

There seemed to be more people on the street today.

The density of people filling the street had increased to the point where it could be compared to [???] Village.

Was there some kind of festival?

She looked.

‘Players.’

She realized it right away.

They weren’t armed, but their clothes were modern, and unless they were serious concept-obsessed people who dressed like medieval times, they didn’t even change their hairstyles.

Two-block or permed.

That was the case for men.

Women also had good hair or curled the ends of their hair beautifully.

Heroes.

No, seeing that there were many more Players here and there,

‘Is there an event?’

She thought.

But Full Dive was only a year old game.

It was too early in the game’s age to predict what kind of event would be held.

Nothing was received in the notification window, and there was no news in the message box.

‘Well, Tang So-hye isn’t in the village right now.’

Tang So-hye said she would be leaving the village for a while because of clan matters.

If Tang So-hye knew the situation in the village, she would probably have told her, judging from her usual feeling.

“Ha…”

She thought they would fall off on their own someday.

And yet.

She found it funny that she was relying on Tang So-hye for information.

Then let’s go to the temple.

“Excuse me.”

“…Yes?”

Then someone blocked Americano’s path.

A blank, awkward face.

Hair that looked like it had hairspray on it.

Player.

What business did a Player have?

“I want to confirm something, is that okay?”

The man asked with a smiling face.

The man showed something slightly inside his cloak.

It was a crest.

An information window popped up on the crest.

[Demonic Cult]

“….”

If it was a joke, it would be a little funny.

“We are these kinds of people.”

“I see.”

It seemed they were from the Demonic Cult.

“It’s not that, we’re looking for someone right now. We’d like your cooperation.”

“Yes…”

“We need to confirm if you’re the person we’re looking for…”

The man gestured, and other men in black clothes gathered around Americano, forming a wall with their backs.

“Could you take off your robe?”

“…Yes? Uh, that’s a little… difficult.”

“Why?”

“Um…”

Because the chest of my clothes is torn.

There was a hole that showed the cleavage very blatantly.

The middle of the chest was torn, spreading the breasts to the left and right.

Americano held the robe tightly with her left hand.

“I’m, not, the, person, you’re, looking, for.”

“We’ll be the judge of that. If you don’t take off your robe yourself…”

The man reached out his hand.

What.

Berserk.

Before that, [Outsider] stiffened her body.

[Berserk], which had once slipped, bubbled up even more from within.

These… these guys are really…

Strength entered her left hand.

She knew that the man’s intention to take off her robe wasn’t to see her chest.

But,

‘Wow…’

She got goosebumps.

Control your expression.

Americano was pretty, but the man’s face as he reached out to take off her robe was serious.

The lust contained in that face made her head slip.

When she came to her senses, her foot had already gone out.

“Cough?!”

“Ugh?!”

The man who was kicked in the foot and the black-clothed man standing behind him were swept away and fell.

Americano blushed.

“Pervert. Know that there’s a reason why I don’t show it if I don’t show it!”

“No, why are you resisting when you just need to show a little bit of your robe?! It’s not like you’re not wearing anything inside!”

“Ugh…”

She did wear something.

She did wear something, but…

She wracked her brain to find an excuse.

“I, I did wear something, but I lost my Avatar… so the only clothes I can wear…”

Her words blurred.

“Eek…”

Her face was hot.

Even [Berserk] was boiling.

Ah, wait.

No, wait.

Don’t open it.

But if she thought about being falsely accused, she showed it even if she was angry.

Her left hand pulled back the robe.

She spread it wide open.

“Okay? That’s why! Would I not be embarrassed to do this with my real body…!”

“Uh…”

The man made a blank sound.

When Americano spread open her robe, her overly large breasts were visible.

Not only did she have huge breasts that men couldn’t help but be drawn to, but her clothes were torn, revealing her deep cleavage.

Clothes torn from the stitched part of the neck to lower than the nipple height.

Americano’s embarrassed beauty was added, making it unnecessarily more suggestive.

The man blushed.

He coughed and cleared his throat.

Americano instinctively thought that this was enough and pushed through the encirclement that surrounded her and left.

“Get out of the way!”

“S, send her away.”

She left, panting.

“Ah…”

Americano covered her face.

She was so embarrassed.

No, there’s no reason to be embarrassed… she’s a man anyway… she only showed a little bit of her chest…

‘Would it be the same…!’

Even when she was a man, she was embarrassed by V-necks that showed too much of her chest, wasn’t she?

It was more, not less.

No, maybe men were surprisingly vulnerable to chest exposure.

Taking off all your clothes and exposing your chest while wearing them as if it were fashion had a subtly different impression.

Her stomach was boiling.

She cursed the Demonic Cult.

‘What Demonic Cult.’

There’s a limit to chuunibyou.

They were all caught up in chuunibyou.

No, what were they trying to find that they surrounded her and told her to take off her robe?

If they surrounded her like that, it only sounded like they were going to take off her robe and all her other clothes!

Americano muttered inwardly, scolding the Demonic Cult clan.

The shame about her clothes made her postpone her schedule to go to the temple.

She was at a women’s clothing store.

This time it was different.

It was a custom-made clothing store.

“C, customer?”

“Yes.”

“Your arm…”

She didn’t have a right arm.

The wound was dirty because she had only stopped the bleeding and left it.

“I’m going to, wear clothes, and go to, the temple. Isn’t it, a little, not right, to go in this outfit?”

“…I, see.”

The female employee nodded as if she understood, looking at the clothes that were torn and open at the chest.

Soon, she wondered, ‘Is that so?’

She was unable to judge what was right because she was shocked by the customer’s missing arm and the shock of seeing huge breasts for the first time.

Then, she measured the bust and was shocked again when it exceeded 100.