Chapter 1118 - Progress Good, Heading to Hell
—Event day two, evening.
"..................I think it was pretty good... what do you think?"
After finishing a segment of work, I asked my partner, who had occupied my lap as a matter of course today as well. Then, the head that turned around... gave a small nod.
"If it's like this, it's solid entertainment."
"..................I see."
With the nod, I received clear words of affirmation from the top idol herself, whose status could be called the pinnacle of entertainment—
"Ngh........................! Alright......!!"
"Wha, whoa, whoops."
Without any room to worry about Ri-na's backrest situation, I gave a cheer and fell onto the floor.
I hit my back hard, but there's no damage, don't worry about it. In fact, I'll show you I can endure even if the little sister bomb, who lost her balance, falls onto my solar plexus; come at me (?).
That was the level of achievement. Well, well, for now, I've finished one segment, I've done it...
"Good job—"
"Oh—"
What came falling down wasn't the little sister's head, back, or elbow, but the words of labor from Nia, who must have been bored but had stayed 'together' by our side the whole day.
Plus, while accepting her slender fingers that were patting and stroking my head.
"...It's completely settled. Let's record all the remaining key points in this way."
"Yeah."
Conquest of [Green Connect], Act 2. Leaving aside the example of the forced-scroll tag-team action scene... I had finally finished the main recording of the first highlight, the trial of the [Warrior].
It took time, but having obtained clear results, I was feeling light-headed.
—Consuming half of the event period just for that (only that). That was a certain fact, and at the same time, it was a certain declaration of victory in that I had seen its completion.
Why? Because I don't forget.
No matter what it is, once I succeed even once, my "experience" in the virtual world is 'remembered' by my virtual brain without requiring repetitive practice and becomes "technique."
In short, from here on, no matter which scene's recording I challenge, it's a guaranteed win.
"What remains are the trials of the [Sage], [Saint], and [Emperor], and the final boss juggling (handling) for four scenes... after that, if I take an appropriate number of tag-team scenes to sandwich in as jokes for the scene transitions...!"
"Duty completed?"
"At the very least, it'll be at a level where it can maintain appearances. From there, if it's brushed up by the editing (hard work) of my follow-up team, it'll be perfect... I want to think so. Yeah, it's perfect."
"Oh—"
While replying to Ri-na, who tilted her head, and receiving appropriate responses from Nia, who basically didn't seem very interested in the work itself. I was truly, from the bottom of my heart, relieved that the 'duty' I had wondered about before starting seemed likely to end safely.
Even if I look like this—or rather, ever since I was appointed as a rank-holder and became aware of my own abilities.
My weak area, where I unconsciously rely on my talent for 'memory,' is none other than unexperienced events in general. Like Mako (Magic Craft), I've become self-conscious about things I'm seeing for the first time and can't rely on my memory for.
I don't show it on the outside, considering my position and my pride as a man, though...
"So, that's it for today... I'm counting on you tomorrow too......"
"Understood."
Aside from that, a sense of fatigue that couldn't be ignored along with the sense of achievement.
The smooth progress is precisely because of what I'm putting into it. I should not relax too much and face the work on the third day tomorrow and the final fourth day as well. To repay my self-pro— little sister, who is giving her precious time during an important period and giving me an answer as if it were natural.
And also,
"The healing factor will be with you too—"
"Oh, be with me as much as you want."
"Hey, it's embarrassing when you accept it without a retort. It was."
To show my cool side to Nia, who is becoming a healing factor, and not just a self-proclaimed one. —No, really, it's not self-proclaimed.
She occasionally gives me shoulder massages, which are completely meaningless because it's a virtual body in a virtual world, but while they are physically meaningless, they are a huge help to my spirit (heart).
A girl I like is voluntarily and devotedly sticking to me; for any boy, that's a guaranteed maximum support buff without exception. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Anyway, with that.
Now that I have a relatively certain outlook on the work, I can shift my feelings toward truly enjoying the event during my free time. Truly excellent, excellent... —
—Or so I thought, while rolling on the floor with such easygoing thoughts. I can only say I was truly, extremely easygoing. That was a tragedy brought about by a certain kind of conceit.
Because I was only looking at the very front row of what I should do as a person with responsibility, like my 'duty,' I didn't think about the back side (underside) of the main line.
That is...
"I see, I see. Smooth, smooth, probably no more problems... —which (that) means (means)?"
"Yeah (that)."
That, precisely.
"............? Eh, what. What is it?"
Without any room to notice the gazes and intentions directed at me by everyone except myself.
The fact that I was firmly immersed in an inescapable fate...
Now, it shows its face, even though it's extremely unavoidable—and so,
""—......""
Nia-chan, who shifted her devoted, caring face to a grinning face. And my useless little sister (Ri-na), who reflected a faint mischievous color on her usual lethargic face. While being looked down upon by the two of them from directly above,
"Wh..............................................what is it?"
The night of the second day of the fifth starry sky event.
Without hyperbole, the greatest hell in my history, unparalleled, opens its curtain.
It's the start of the festival.