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Looking towards the source of the scream, Americano saw a young woman in a dispute with an awkwardly handsome middle-aged man.

“Don’t touch me! I don’t like it! This man is trying to touch me!!”

The woman shouted that the middle-aged man was a pervert.

The reactions of the warriors gathered in the square were divided.

Huh? A pervert?

What? A pervert?

Without analyzing it, it was easy to guess that the people with the more intense reactions were players.

It wouldn’t be perfectly divided, but the proportion of players would be higher on the side with the intense reactions.

In that sense, the woman who shouted about the pervert was likely a player too.

Or she could be an NPC who had learned from the reactions of the players.

In any case, the woman was busty and pretty, and men who were moved by her plight chased the pervert away on her behalf.

“…I should be careful too.”

Americano looked down at her own body.

Her feet weren’t visible.

She overlapped herself with the woman who had been harassed.

A pervert could be chased away, but the thought of being exposed to lecherous hands sent shivers down her spine.

“Among the loot, surely.”

Upon exiting the Tower, she was able to receive all the loot she had earned from her first climb at once.

In addition to the completion rewards, items dropped by monsters remained as loot. All of that went into her inventory.

There was an iron breastplate.

When she moved the breastplate from her inventory to the equipment window, it overlapped with her beginner’s equipment set.

“Oh.”

It was pressing down on her chest, but what was this?

She felt lighter.

It was a strange feeling, as if the breastplate was floating a little away from her chest, but thanks to the breastplate supporting her chest, she felt that her shoulders, which had been unknowingly weighed down, were becoming lighter.

Ooh.

Tap, tap.

When she tapped the breastplate, her chest, which was in contact with the inside of the breastplate, jiggled.

Flesh filled the space between the breastplate and her ribs.

A deep, deep valley came into view.

It made her face flush.

“Well, it’s better than nothing.”

In fact, she had briefly regretted not setting her chest size to vanilla during character creation, but still, having something was more satisfying and heart-warming than having nothing.

Trial Square.

Sitting on a nearby bench and stretching, Americano finished her day.

She received a massive amount of Tower climb rewards, loot, quest rewards, a gift set for new subscribers in her gift box, and a 1st-anniversary event box.

Organizing her inventory,

“Are there no clothes?”

She looked for clothes.

Americano, wearing a breastplate over her beginner’s equipment set.

Even with this much covered, she was still attracting attention.

She had covered her chest.

Was it because of her appearance?

‘This face is pretty, though.’

Her face, which she had only raised [Charm] and set to vanilla, boasted a beauty that everyone would tolerate even if she praised it herself.

Even a fleeting glance would make everyone, regardless of gender or age, turn around.

At first, she thought the attention was okay, but in the end, she couldn’t overcome her natural aversion.

Americano blushed and lowered her head.

‘…Embarrassing.’

She hid her face with her bangs, which fell down due to gravity.

Clothing to cover her face.

Clothing to cover her chest.

There was something.

Full plate armor.

But Americano was [Frail] and couldn’t equip anything heavy.

“I can’t remake it either.”

Once a character was created, it could never be changed again.

It was fundamentally impossible because it was registered with Magical Power.

“Hmm…”

She felt a slight regret, but overall, she was satisfied with the game itself.

She brought up the UI and logged out.

“….”

Her head tilted.

“…Huh?”

Log out.

She pressed the logout button.

The UI, which appeared like a hologram, was a touchscreen. She pressed the power button icon and then the icon labeled [Logout].

The icon flashed, reversing its color each time she touched it, but the logout button didn’t work even though she pressed it.

“Uh…”

She pressed the button.

“Why is this.”

She pressed it several times.

“What’s wrong.”

But it didn’t work.

Americano’s mind was still in the Trial Square.

“Log out.”

Her head became complicated.

All sorts of ominous delusions flashed through her mind.

Was she stuck here?

She would die if this continued.

An ominous premonition gripped her.

Players.

‘Other people might know. I could ask them to turn off the external power.’

But who among them was a player?

It was good that she had distinguished some players from NPCs based on their attitude towards the pervert.

But she hadn’t memorized their faces, and the majority of the people who had been there at the time had already entered the Tower.

The only one she had somewhat recognized was the woman who had shouted about the pervert.

She was sitting alone on a bench, looking around sullenly.

‘But is she a player?’

She didn’t know.

Considering the sensitivity to sexual harassment in reality, she should be a player, but the NPCs in Full Dive were designed to react and learn like real people.

She might be an NPC who had learned the cause-and-effect relationship that players would help if she was sexually harassed and reported it.

‘But I can’t just sit here and wait for the day I die.’

She had also tried to access the customer center in the UI, but that was also unresponsive.

If it was working properly, it should have connected to the game homepage, but a blank white page blocked all connections.

“Excuse me.”

Americano, an Outsider, barely opened her stiff mouth and spoke.

The prickly-looking woman widened her eyes when she met Americano’s gaze.

“Wow, damn.”

“….”

She was cursed at right away.

“C-cough, cough. What is it?”

“Are you, waiting for a party?”

“Are you joining our party? Our party is a bit meritocratic, is that okay?”

“….”

I didn’t say I would join.

“That’s not it, I was wondering if, by any chance, you can log out.”

“Log out?”

“Yes.”

“You’re a player, aren’t you?”

“….”

“Just a moment.”

Fortunately, she was a player.

The woman brought up the UI and looked for the logout button.

“But why log out?”

“I’m trying to leave, but it won’t work. I wanted to check if it works for you.”

“Logout not working? What is this, some kind of novel? …Huh? …What’s wrong with this? Why isn’t logout working? What the hell?!”

It seemed that the woman couldn’t log out either.

“Is that so.”

At the woman’s shout, the players nearby also brought up the UI and tried to log out.

But no one succeeded in logging out.

The confusion spread quickly.

The Trial Square was a place where only players who were playing the game without thinking about logging out gathered.

Moreover, this was the Trial Square of a beginner village, so most of them were beginners who had just logged in.

They were players who had come to level up, so they were all shocked when they belatedly realized that they couldn’t log out.

‘I’m not the only one.’

The logout button had become a decoration.

She pressed it again, but it didn’t work.

“Haa…”

“Wait a minute.”

The woman grabbed Americano.

“Yes?”

“You should be careful. This could be the death game we’ve only heard about. Logout not working is unprecedented! We need to stick together in times like these.”

“I…”

“This isn’t Korea. Who knows what kind of trouble a woman might get into walking around alone! You can call me overdramatic if you want. We might not be able to treat this as just a game anymore!”

“….”

I’m a man.

She couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Whatever the case, she was a woman now.

She was too embarrassed to reveal that she had changed her gender.

“Come with me. Actually, whether you’re a woman or a man, you could get stabbed in the back and die if you walk around alone. We need to stick together in times like these.”

“….”

At the moment when she was frozen due to being an Outsider, the woman grabbed her wrist and pulled her.

But,

“I’m okay.”

“….”

The woman sighed with an unpleasant look.

“I won’t say it twice. You could get seriously hurt if you underestimate this as just a game. Besides, you, a man, are, kind of, likely to attract a lot of attention.”

“….”

You saw me getting harassed, didn’t you? Do you like getting harassed like that every time? It’ll be hard to ask for help if you’re alone. Even if someone helps you, they’ll probably just be hitting on you, trying to get with you.”

“….”

It’s only 3 days anyway.

If she couldn’t log out like this, her real body would die of dehydration.

It might be good to follow them, but it might turn into a funeral atmosphere.

It would be awkward to say she was leaving when that happened, so she thought she would rather enjoy her last game alone.

“I’ll, take care of myself.”

“….”

The woman looked at her disapprovingly.

“Okay, if that’s what you think, there’s nothing I can do. But just in case, let’s add each other as friends. Tang So-hye. That’s my nickname. What’s yours?”

“CoffeeAddict. You can just call me Americano.”

“You named it prettily.”

[Player ‘Tang So-hye’ has been added as a friend.]

Tang So-hye ran and turned around, shouting.

“Contact me if anything happens!”

“….”

She felt an excessive amount of goodwill.

She was pretty, but Tang So-hye’s reaction was quite casual.

She had experienced this feeling before.

Warriors were largely divided into players and NPCs, but some NPCs considered themselves players.

Player NPCs who were difficult to distinguish unless you met them at an offline gathering.

The goodwill that Tang So-hye was showing her was definitely not normal.

‘She’s making a fuss and offering to help a complete stranger?’

No matter how pretty she was.

That was too careless of a judgment.

People were surprisingly cautious and spoke softly, afraid of making a fuss.

If she had intended to help and was a real player, she would have lightly asked, ‘Do you want to stay with me just in case?’

But Tang So-hye’s reaction was, ‘It might have become a death game, so let’s go together!’ and she strongly demanded to go together.

Of course, that wasn’t why she wasn’t following her.

Whether it was goodwill or malice was secondary.

Americano was an Outsider.

She had Ill-Fated Beauty, which brought both goodwill and malice, and Ill-Fated Talent, which caused both luck and misfortune, so she would unintentionally cause trouble for Tang So-hye’s party.

She didn’t know about Hot-Tempered yet because it hadn’t manifested, but if it interfered with unity, the party would be worse than being alone.

Haa…

She sighed.

“Even if I get sexually harassed, I can’t join a party.”

She had deliberately made it for solo play.

First, she booked a room.

It would have been a meaningless facility for players with logout, but she used it like this.

Today was her first play, but what would a player who had been playing the game steadily for a year feel?

Americano entered the room and threw off her breastplate and clothes.

They were clothes that had been soaked and dried with sweat from climbing the Tower.

‘It’s detailed in unnecessary areas.’

Fortunately, the accommodation was a modern building in a medieval style.

A fully furnished studio with a washing machine, refrigerator, air conditioner, microwave, gas stove, bed, and even a TV. She hadn’t expected the accommodation to be like this, but this was what they called a pleasant miscalculation.

She took off all her clothes and went to take a shower.

“Wow, there’s even a shower room.”

She entered the shower room and washed away the sticky traces of sweat from her body.

There was no shampoo or body wash, so she just washed with water for now.

She came out of the shower room and her reflection was in the mirror.

“….”

There was a beauty.

Her beauty was crazy.

A bust that was more than just large.

Americano grabbed her chest and then touched her temples.

She couldn’t log out.

There were three main things that would happen in the future.

One was that her real body would die of dehydration.

One was that the problem would be solved and she would escape.

One was that only her virtual body would remain and she would stay in the virtual world.

Of course, the last case was her hope.

She couldn’t do anything about the first two cases with her own power, so she had left open the possibility that she could rely on. If that happened, she shouldn’t despair now and should enjoy the game.

But a woman.

But a beauty.

But big breasts.

“What should I do with this.”

Well…

It’s only 3 days anyway.

3 days until the result comes out.

Let’s enjoy the present to the fullest for 3 days.