Check the connection of the assistant administrator. Welcome to ‘Yuna The Greatmage’.

 

Sleep order confirmed for administrator. Do you want to proceed? =＞

 

Yes.

 

Sleep task completed.

 

⋯⋯⋯⋯.

 

An attempt to upload unauthorized information about ID_013 (#foreign media) was confirmed.

 

Caution(!): The information may be a malicious program such as Succubus. Do you want to proceed? =＞

 

Yes.

 

In progress…

 

Upload Complete.

 

*

 

Flash. Flash.

 

A flashing underbar in the last sentence of the panel where you enter commands.

 

There is no turning back now. They succeeded in cutting it out and transplanting it to an NPC, and it was Yuna’s responsibility to deal with all the side effects that would occur in the future. Yuna curled up her body and stared intently at the screen .

 

The reflection of herself transparently on the screen was full of her anxiety and nervousness. She asks again this time. Did she have to be like this?

 

He was holding up better than I thought. Sometimes I thought something big might happen, but I held on tightly to the important parts and didn’t lose them. It may be a bomb that will explode only after 50 years… Even longer than now.

 

“…If only he had been a little more incompetent and stupid.”

 

She remembers him laughing happily while reading about the Internet and comics together in a simulation world modeled after her own, and telling strange stories about resources and modeling.

 

If only he were a fool who could only laugh and talk so innocently. If only I had been a fool who had spent a hundred years just studying the simulation, and had to live with Yuna during that long period of time doing research.

 

If he had, he might have been able to wait and see.

 

His talent, his shine like a star. That’s why his complexion when he turns pale when he thinks about the times when he used his talent his to bring evil to the world. Even if he had bad intentions now, Yuna was able to stop him .

 

No, Yuna could have killed him.

 

But what if we were given a little more time? What if you steal the faith of all kinds of people through sessions, expand your territory, and end up covering the entire world?

 

No one will be able to stop him when he decides to make the world a living hell. The world in the session was announced in advance. It will become a terrible world where evil beings look down from the night sky.

 

Kill fewer people to save more people. It was something I had already done. It was easier this time. At least the students at the academy won’t die. Yuna pushed her students into hell with her trembling hands.

 

I hope that at the end of this hell, there will be a future where everyone can smile.

 

—- —- —- — —-

 

An attempt to share resources by ID_013 was confirmed to ID_127 (#Neore).

 

Yuna: So, you’re talking to Niore?

 

Yuna: Can I know the contents?

 

ID_127: You enjoy dismantling yourself and giving it away. Please continue like this in the future. Well, you’ll go crazy and have a miserable life, but at least Bennett and Tara, who benefit from your side, will be happy.. (Omitted).

 

Yuna: …Stop it!

 

Blocked by secondary administrator.

 

⋯⋯⋯⋯.

 

Date change confirmed by ID_013.

 

Setting value change confirmed by ID_013.

 

Messages were sent repeatedly from ID_013 to the assistant administrator. (14319 items / 347 images)

 

Yuna: Uh, huh?

 

Yuna: Why does time change? Why does the sun spin around?

 

Yuna: Wait a minute, the authority… “It’s cool when the sun disappears and the stars go out when foreigners descend, so the authority to change the map background is built in.”… Did you use this? That is ?

 

Yuna: What’s going on so much that they sent it to me? What is the omelette recipe again? Photos, eh, ah, I’m sending you something strange…! Wait a minute, the command is… Block, block. Stop contacting me from him!

 

Want to block notifications related to ID_013?

 

Yuna: Yes.

 

Yuna: Ah…

 

Yuna: …Oh, no. Just stop sending messages for a moment. Did something happen while I blocked you?

 

ID_013 =＞

 

Sharing some of the resource values allocated to ID_098 (#Bad Boy). ID_128 (#Tara) is given strong hostility.Yuna: Wait a minute, Tara, you’re defenseless now…

 

Yuna: Are there any friendly NPCs around?! Sally, give Sally super powers right now! Yo, you don’t have enough capacity?

 

Yuna: Bennett!!!

 

Yuna: Ask Bennett for help, Tara is in danger! So, make me feel a sense of crisis…! Shorten the way back.

 

Confirmation of orders by assistant administrator. Executed.

 

Yuna: Is it resolved…?

 

*

 

Bennett arrived in time to save Tara. Yuna relaxed and slide off the back of her chair. Something terrible almost happened to her.

 

The NPC it contained acted with utmost malice. He whispered evil words to Niore and manipulated people into attacking Tara. It was designed to make players suffer as much as possible.

 

At first, the movements were slow.

 

After Yuna blocked him from talking to Niore, he seemed to have realized that there was something out there that was interfering with him. He used it every means possible to blind Yuna and stab her with its dagger her.

 

It was assumed that the evil spirit within it would become self-conscious. I had assumed that they would try to sabotage me, but I didn’t expect them to adapt so quickly. They also actively use the system to attack.

 

At best, I thought it would be about preparing for the advent to kill the students.

 

“Did I think wrong… ? No, no, you can do it, Yuna. It’s only 7%. It’s like being trapped in a simulation. And I’m the manager, so all I have to do is somehow bring it out and hit it.”

 

It is the GM’s authority to insert NPCs. Although the foreign media is now running rampant, there was a significant difference in authority between them. You won’t be able to resist.

 

Tara was being comforted by her companions. Her confident and confident face she had a dark shadow on it. Surprised How she must have been when she was attacked, defenseless.

 

Even now, if you stop.

 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Taraya⋯⋯! “I’m sorry Niore⋯⋯!”

 

After some hesitation, Yuna decided to proceed.

 

—- —- —- — —-

 

Yuna: Good, because I also gave you the goddess’ crystal. All you have to do is keep going like this and hit it! When Bennett proceeds with the ritual, he says something is wrong and sends in foreign media…

 

Yuna: …Why does it seem so quiet?

 

D_013 =＞

 

Sharing some of the resource values assigned to ID_099 (#Man passing by). ID_128 (#Tara) is given strong hostility.

 

D_013 =＞

 

Sharing some of the resource values assigned to ID_101 (#young female). ID_128 (#Tara) is given strong hostility.

 

D_013 =＞

 

Sharing unconfirmed data with ID_037 (#Cult leader).

 

D_013 =＞

 

Sharing some of the resource values allocated to ID_103 (#Sneaky Grandpa). ID_128 (#Tara) is given strong hostility.

 

Yuna: How can they not take away the authority?!

 

Yuna: “I was only planning to use AI that listens well, so I did not implement a separate function to take away authority”…? Well, would it have been better to just join hands? No. I can do it on my own. Huh.

 

From Noble mtl dot com

 

Yuna: Yes, they keep targeting Tara. No, it’s okay. If you have to, you can just shoot a beam. What can you do if you cut out all the data!

 

Yuna: Let’s delete the passing man, no, let’s move him underground. Don’t let me do anything. Move all the eroded NPCs here, underground!

 

⋯⋯⋯⋯.

 

Yuna: Why is the leader like this? Why are you suddenly bulking up?

 

Yuna: Did I miss something?

 

Yuna: Is it around 2%…? Are you saying he ripped himself off and handed him over to the cult leader? Why? No, if I can cut it and dispose of it, is that a good thing for me.. .?

 

Yuna: Yes! Bennett, Niore, get rid of them! Don’t lose your soul with black magic, replenish it with backup!

 

Yuna: You did it!! Bennett-!!

 

Map movement command entered by D_013. #Niore and #Bennett to S3.

 

Caution(!) The map is empty. Empty spaces can cause psychological trauma to players. Place objects.

 

Yuna: Oh!!

 

Yuna: It’s okay, it’s okay. Just load any map. Pero, let’s go to Pero’s hometown. From there, um, I’m not sure what to do…Player #Tara has been detected with an anomaly.

 

ERROR CODE 017: “Fable Occurrence.”

 

Yuna: ⋯⋯⋯⋯.

 

Yuna: No, no. Tara, everyone is alive. It’s a mistake. Don’t be so distressed. That, that’s not Bennett’s body.

 

Yuna: I didn’t mean to hurt you this much.

 

Yuna: I’ll stop, I’ll stop right now. I’m so sorry⋯⋯.

 

Forced termination attempt by assistant administrator =＞ Pending.

 

Caution(!) The session is in progress. Forced termination may cause unexpected side effects. Please calm all players’ consciousness and try again.

 

Yuna: ⋯⋯⋯⋯.

 

The ongoing scenario has been determined to be flawed, and an emergency administrator call has been made.

 

⋯⋯⋯⋯.

 

—- —-

 

Have you ever seen emptiness?

 

Usually, it’s empty. Completely empty. That’s how the expression goes. But as long as a person is alive, they will never feel emptiness with their body. Because humans stand right between the sky and the earth.

 

Even if you’re being chased by hunting dogs in the mountains, or even if you’re hiding in a jar to escape from a robber who broke into your house, there’s always something there. Rough soil, the smooth surface of a jar, the world you feel with your own flesh and senses.

 

Even if a sword is stabbed into your heart, doesn’t Mother Earth embrace you warmly until the blood drains out and you grow cold? So there is nothing that doesn’t exist. That’s why humans shouldn’t know emptiness.

 

“…”

 

But now, Niole knew emptiness.

 

There was nothing there.

 

She couldn’t reach anything if she stretched out her hand, and she couldn’t breathe anything in if she inhaled. She couldn’t share warmth, and her emotions didn’t spread. She couldn’t even tell if she was alive or dead.

 

To simply call this ‘black’ would be an insult to the color. Niole yearned for the black color of the rippling universe she had seen through a telescope. The empty space where there was nothing to interact with was terribly lonely.

 

What am I going through right now?

 

The reason Niole was able to keep her sanity was because she was connected to Bennett. In the emptiness where even her own existence seemed to be melting away, she was able to exist because they recognized each other.

 

She drifted while holding Bennett’s body tightly.

 

How much time passed?

 

Soon, there was light. She felt like she was being sucked somewhere, and Bennett and Niole were spat out into a desolate desert.

 

“…Ugh, ew.”

 

Niole breathed. The gravity pressing down on her shoulders, the rough sand between her palms. The piercing sunlight. Everything was welcome. She looked around while holding Bennett’s body in her arms.

 

Where did we get blown to? Where is this? Can we go back?

 

The two, who had crash-landed in the middle of a dying world, were both physically and mentally vulnerable. Repeated battles and repeated failures had worn away at their surfaces like acid rain, revealing their weak and fragile hearts.

 

It was the Evil God’s hobby and goal to stab this heart. The goddess who moved this world could be easily shaken off. So, all that was left was to torment the two of them using every means at her disposal.

 

It’s like carving a gemstone into a work of art. Each facet of the sparkling, shining jewel represents a deep and sharp wound. Only after the magnificent cutting is finished is the jewel that shines light in all directions completed.

 

I wish there were more jewels in the world. So that they could shine brightly.

 

The Evil God reached out its tentacles. It would stimulate and twist their hearts, making them be reborn with a terrible obsession. With the powerlessness that had been repeatedly engraved, it would make them realize that they were poor humans who could do nothing.

 

It would deceive them into hating the beliefs they had cherished, telling them that if they had given up their petty morality sooner, they wouldn’t have lost everything while chasing after some ridiculous justice. It would make them realize that there was no way to save their own sister, and that it was all because of their own incompetence.

 

There was plenty of time. It didn’t take much effort to process young and tender hearts into a beautiful form. Let’s start with a whisper for now. Let’s make them believe that it was because of their own greed that they couldn’t stop the cult leader’s final curse.

 

That young man fought for you, even burning his soul, but you only used the crystal to cast a spell because you were afraid of his life. If you had sacrificed yourself for even a year, the cult leader wouldn’t have had the margin to use magic.So in the end, who was to blame for all these failures? It was your fault from the very beginning to the very end… Niole.

 

A dark shadow stretched out towards the girl who was drenched in fear and terror. The stars laughed and chattered, waiting for the girl’s mind to be slaughtered. All she could do was turn away, covering her ears…

 

At that moment, the whisper of the evil god was distorted and cut off.

 

…Who is it?

 

The evil god simultaneously felt a cancerous mass growing deep within him. If left unchecked, it was a poison that would contaminate all his information. The evil god twisted his body, screaming silently.

 

Dong appeared. The moon and stars retreated before the brilliant light of the sun that illuminated the world, and the shadows caught fire and turned to ash. The evil god heard a whisper amidst it all.

 

“Stop. That’s enough nonsense.”

 

The awakened wizard banished the night.

 

—- —-

 

It felt like I had been dreaming for a long time. It wasn’t a good dream, in fact.

 

It was a story about a GM who focused on the goal and got the means wrong. He wanted to include a dragon at the end of his session. The reason was simple: he had prepared a lot for the dragon fight.

 

A large dragon image, a “Kwa-a-ang” sound effect, a magnificent battle map, suitable background music, and battle data with fun gimmicks.

 

However, the story of the session went a little differently than he had expected. He thought the players would want to catch the dragon, but they wanted to marry it. To be exact, one of the players did, and the rest of the players wanted to help.

 

After completing the request, the players bought all sorts of gold and silver treasures and a fresh cow and offered them to the dragon. And with the bard’s breathtaking performance (rolling a 20 on a 20-sided die), they launched a desperate confession attack .

 

The GM thought the player’s confession attack was funny, but on the other hand, he really wanted to fight the dragon. So he thought, ‘Aha, I can do both.’

 

The GM processed the declaration as a success, and the player and the dragon were successfully married. And after describing their happy honeymoon, the dragon, who had suddenly been hit by an evil wizard’s frenzy spell, swung its claws.

 

A battle ensued, and the newlywed groom had to kill his bride by stabbing her in the head. After the session, the GM and the players fought a lot, and the team broke up.

 

By the way, I was the dragon groom.

 

The lesson of this story was that it was a deadly act to force something on a player that they didn’t want.

 

Fatigue, good. Trials and tribulations, good. But they should all be stepping stones to help. Unless the player likes to torment their character.

 

After all, isn’t it better for every story to end with a happy ending?

 

That’s how I woke up from my sleep.

 

“Ughhhhh…”

 

I got up, stretching.

 

Isn’t there a good feeling of waking up sometimes, like you’ve really slept well? That’s how it was now. It felt like a 7% of the weight on my mind had been lifted. My head was spinning, and I didn’t ‘t feel too bad.

 

I also felt like the world was more colorful. Every step was exciting, and the rustling of leaves was inspiring enough to make me think for an hour.

 

It felt like I had regained the excitement I had lost.

 

It seems like the purple tower therapy worked. What did I do to make it work so well?

 

Is the session over?

 

How did it end? The route where I go back to day 1 and destroy the cult? Or the route where I go back further into the past and save Isaac? Did any couples form?

 

Was Tara able to think for herself and move forward? Was Niole able to compromise with reality and find a sense of justice? Was Bennett able to reconsider his path?

 

My heart was pounding.

 

Let’s see the log, the log. It’s not the same as following it in real time, but it will help me ease the regret of not being able to drive it to the end.

 

[Tara, wouldn’t you rather kill the Twilight Cult of Silver than a few civilians?]

 

Huh?

 

“…Be, net, t…”

 

Oh…

 

“I’m going to kill them all.”

 

Hmm.

 

I lay back down on the road and closed my eyes. I felt like I was having a nightmare for a moment. I wondered if I would wake up again and see a world where the session ended with hope.

 

It was impossible. “I-Ssi…!”

 

Although it wasn’t the owner’s intention, I felt like I was going to get cancer from the quick session. If the impoverished people came in, they should have used that impoverishment to create something like love or friendship…!

 

I jumped up from my seat. There was no time to escape reality. The story has started to get messy, so we need to fix it somehow.

 

I quickly ran to the control room.

 

“How, uh, how, ha, shall we do it?”

 

The magic tower he confidently told me to trust only me was broken. I felt like an elementary school student who was frozen by ransomware while playing on my dad’s computer and didn’t know what to do.

 

“Get out of the way!”

 

“Ugh…!”

 

I looked at the system log.

 

ID_013, NPC set as an evil spirit. When I moved something from my head and transplanted it, I don’t know what chemical reaction took place, but it seemed to have become something like a virus.

 

He gaslights Niore and rubs him in, but when the magic tower owner blocks him, he gets angry and starts posting all kinds of hateful comments and nonsense. It seemed like the magic tower got caught up in it and stumbled before being stopped.

 

You… Are disqualified from Galju, Yuna!

 

Although he was a veteran magic tower holder when it came to blowing up entire pieces, he had the fatal flaw of being relatively weak at precision manipulation. In the end, it seemed like the evil spirit’s outbursts happened to act as a counter.

 

If I wanted to blow up the magic tower, I could have detonated the entire session with an information bomb, but then the log and everything would have been destroyed, so I would have been too scared to use it.

 

First of all, the checks were blown.

 

No matter how wild they are inside, this is the manager. The number of abilities has a clear hierarchical relationship. I opened the settings section of ID_013 and added all kinds of character traits.

 

In fact, she is a foreign media, but she is a female, and she likes humans so much that she sometimes plays naughty pranks, but in reality, she likes humans, so she secretly prints out bromides and puts them in a corner of the room. Her basic fashion she is often wearing goth-loli outfits, and her panties she is black cat. I love my panties the most, but I have a slightly annoying personality, so when I date, I get annoyed when the number of compliments per unit of time falls below a certain level.

 

The guy stumbled after eating a large piece of taffy. He was working hard to block the situation by using the modification authority he had given NPCs to change according to the situation. Now that we have time, let’s get organized.

 

1. The session is exhausting.

 

2. I want to change this to a happy ending.

 

3. That impoverished malicious virus must also be disposed of.

 

Let’s take it step by step, we can do it. Because poverty is the problowjobnt of a happy ending.

 

“You’re awake, you’re awake.”

 

“….”

 

The magic tower lord squatted down and trembled. He was looking up at me as if he had made a mistake and was trembling, like a puppy that knew he had made a mistake.

 

I pinched his cheek and he yelped and squeezed his eyes shut. He was still cute.

 

No, this is not the time.

 

For now, post-processing, compensation for the players involved in the accident, punishment for Yuna, and punishment for me for taking a nap after leaving everything to Yuna are all postponed.

 

“Modeling that can be used for implications 100 years from now.”

 

“…?”

 

“10, 9, 8….”

 

“…!!!”

 

Ma Tower, who had been flattened to the point of almost sticking to the floor, jumped up when he was given a job to do and started cutting her modeling.

 

That ‘evil god’ was an evil guy who threw all the effort and meaning into the trash can and wanted the players to suffer. It is a being that is completely opposite to my beliefs. It was unacceptable.

 

I will use all the hardships you have created as a driving force for dreams, friendship, and love.

 

The check has been blown, but there is no way to cut him out right now, so we will have to run through his obstacles until the end. It’s something worth doing.

 

A way to revive the motivation of players who have been devastated by try-fail-try-failure-try-failure.

 

That intuitively shows how the world has become better thanks to them. Your efforts were clearly meaningful. It wasn’t in vain. And, I had to let them know that there was one step left.

 

Operation name⋯⋯ ‘Time synchronization’, commenced.

 

—- —- —- — —-

 

The world ahead of the advent of foreign media was dark and strange. Shadows come to life and become nightmarish monsters, time shifts from slow to fast, and dying people find final rest from madness.

 

In such a world, the fallen saint swung her sword.Amidst the zealots, who were looking up at the stars in awe, a slender body leaped in. The zealots resisted the intruder who was interrupting their blessed and glorious moment.

 

But they could not avoid the Saintess’s Thorns of Repentance from her sleeve.

 

“Suck it up, ‘Thorns of Extreme Remorse’.”

 

“Kyaaa-!”

 

She drew power from the pagans. She wrapped it around her demonic sword, cut them down, and collected them again. She could fight infinitely as long as there were living sacrifices that she could suck up with her incarnation.

 

Thud.

 

Tara looked at the broken window while sighing after pulling out the zealot’s neck. Her blood-soaked figure was reflected in the shattered glass. Her face was broken, so she could not see what expression she was making.

 

Thud.

 

Tara threw the severed head of the zealot on the floor. Her anger grew more intense, but the ashes left behind by her anger also piled up in her heart. Heavy, heavy, and empty.

 

Even if she killed and killed like this, her comrades would not come back.

 

After feeling that terribly lonely emptiness, the flames of anger burned fiercely once again. Like this. If she got angry, killed, and repeated until the end… If only ashes remained in her heart. What would happen to her?

 

While she was having such fearful and anxious thoughts.

 

Crackle.

 

“…?”

 

The image reflected through the window rippled and completely illuminated a different place. There were a few buildings similar to the surroundings, but the scenery seemed much older and more dilapidated.

 

The foreign body was approaching, and the phenomenon occurred as time and space twisted and became distorted. The window was reflecting the future 100 years later.

 

There, Tara saw Venet and Niole.