Frenzy Troll

Time has passed. The priests reappeared where the banquet food had been taken away.

“Take the liberty of asking for a story · · · · ·"

The priests asked the idle heroes, and they wondered what this era was like, and they asked them if they wanted anything.

And the heroes didn't answer as agreed. Not a word.

Seeing the silent heroes, the priests were embarrassed.

“If you feel uncomfortable · · · · · · ·. ”

I kept talking, but I was ignored. Blood disappears from the priests' faces.

Of course, I was not comfortable with the heroes who had to be ignored constantly. And Roland, of course. The tongue in my mouth felt rubber. I even felt a sense of self-agitation in the midst of my anxiety.

Is this really the right choice?

It is clear that refusing to have a conversation that you do not like the situation and that you do not understand will not improve the situation.

‘In the worst case, let's make it clear that some idiot who is not a hero has been summoned, so that we can avoid if our treatment becomes whatever we want. But that's not gonna be okay, is it? ’

What was in the video? There are powerful monsters coming, and they've been asked to climb up to the world water and defeat them. They summoned heroes for a specific purpose. It's not just that you need a payday.

After dinner, most of the priests withdrew. Only the monks left to show the heroes where to sleep.

The room given to the heroes was disappointing.

It was not just to criticize the level of civilization. Treatment itself was a problem.

“Did I re-enlist now? ”

For most people, I let them use one room, but I reminded them of a military barracks with only a large number of beds.

“You want to be a hero and treat him better than a soldier? ”

There were even a handful of people who were given great privileges in solitary confinement on a modern basis. A Mediahn job called "Summoning Priest." The title is "Great" or "Noble" or something.

Roland, who had a distinguished reputation, was also one of those who received such privileges. Lollant was given a room that was otherwise spacious and well lit.

Never laid a minute on that gorgeous bed in that room.

That's what Karl insisted.

“Let's all gather together, even if it's a little uncomfortable. ”

Karl was given the title of 'Great King’ and a special class of people. That was also a voluntary offer of privilege.

However, there was no compliment, and this time there was a rebuttal.

“Are you gay? Why would he throw away the biggest single room and sleep with every single one of them? ”

After Jason argued, Karl frowned and replied.

“It takes a number of people to cope with all of them, and to be united by refusing to discriminate against a certain number of people. ”

“Fuck you, man! Shut up. What are you? You decided not to use your room? So you're gonna take advantage of this, huh? ”

“If you don't want me to step up, let's hear it again. ”

“Have you learned the principles of majority in North Korea? Why should I vote on my right to housing? ”

Jason closes his mouth with his arms closed. There didn't seem to be any convincing this time.

As a Lollant, you just stick your tongue out. I thought he was crazy. You don't want to be in this situation?

After a brief flinch, no one breaks Jason's will to use every corner.

Eventually, Jason got out of the pack.

Upstairs, Jason walks out of the hallway. He looks back nervously.

"Why do you kill yourself first in a horror movie? Can't you feel the crisis? If not, is it because the situation is so sudden and unrealistic that you don't feel real? ’

So the rest of the people gathered in the same room.

It's a pretty big room, but it's cramped with more than thirty people. When I was sleeping, I was forced to divide it into two rooms.

Suddenly, Karl was pitied.

“Did you say Jason? Seeing as how he wants to play alone, he seems to be breaking his silent pledge. He picked up a monk and instead of sending him back to another world, he shouldn't be blabbering about it. ”

At that complaint, someone answered.

“We have to keep our mouths shut. ”

“Are we the only ones good? Make one mistake and we're all dead. ”

Suddenly, Roland asked.

“How long will the silence last? ”

Karl replied bluntly.

“Until we know what's going on? ”

“Understanding the situation. I think we should do this as soon as possible. Do you remember when we just analyzed what criteria we were assigned? ”

“Title, reputation, occupation. ”

“fewer than ten people fit that criteria. I mean, most of us treat them like they're fighting, but if they don't like being recruited, they send us to jail. The Middle Ages will be executed here. Shouldn't we find a way back before then or negotiate? ”

“Do you negotiate that they know what they want? ”

“Let's start with that. Anyway, you know the silent protest won't last long. ”

“I know that. But if we don't do that, we could at least try to solder a hole in the mouth. ”

“If you're worried you won't be able to keep your mouth shut, we should at least hire a handful of people to try and talk to you. ”

Karl frowned and said.

“Let me think about it. ”

Karl asked the others to figure out what to do now. Then I closed my eyes as if I was thinking.

Time went by with a static grip. Some people have begun to test their sudden magical abilities or challenge the limitations of push-ups to find out what muscle-ups are capable of.

But it didn't look like much fun. I almost didn't even have a conversation.

It was depressing.

I had to go to bed after a hard time.

We slept together, but we didn't have enough beds. With the help of a colleague, Roland decides to take the bed from his special room and move it to the big room.

Seeing the monks' notice, he suddenly asked a colleague to help him.

“This must be a dream, right? ”

What a stupid, typical question. Roland smiles bitterly and replies.

“You'd have to wake up if you were dreaming. ”

They enter Roland's special room. My colleague looks around the room, his tongue is full.

“Here's the hotel room. You said Roland. The berserker, with the trolls. ”

Roland grins bitterly.

“Yes.”

“Another berserker was just trapped in a barracks. How many fames have you had in this room? ”

“More than four thousand. ”

“Wow, that's crazy. Is that possible?"

“The Knights' Repeat Quest is like this after waking up dead. Thanks to you, I am now a level 4 Longsword Skilled. But it's not really clear whether you've been privileged by reputation. We just analyzed each other's comparisons."

It was just when they lifted up the bed. Just in time, a monk came in to tidy up the settlement.

Lollang gazes at the monk with his mouth wide open.

“What are you trying to do? ”

The two of them shut up. Then, quietly, as I moved the bed out the door, the monk knelt in the corner of the room.

“Ah, I'll ask for forgiveness if I've done anything wrong, please · · · · · · ·”

I ignored the monk who was about to beg and became obsessed with moving the bed. The three of them were good beds to lie on, but not heavy at all.

I moved a big bed as comfortably as my body, anyway.

The body of a new game character is both realistic and scary at the same time.

Mediah was a tough game, and Roland died a lot. Even though I was in relatively easy story mode, if I was ambushed or unlucky, I would die, and if I met an enemy, I would only be able to win if I learned how to attack after two or three deaths.

As a result, more people died after reaching the highest level of 15. The final content, the challenge to Raid, made sense that dozens of deaths were a trial and error.

But now, if this were not a dream or a game, but a reality, it would be harder and easier to die.

All the opponents in the game are designed to be difficult to defeat. But the real enemies will not be defeated.

I also don't want to fight any game characters that can do magic with muscle tone.

‘But they needed a fighter who called us here.'

When I'm depressed, I hear the sound of sheets flapping next to me. He was preparing for his own bed.

The sight seemed to choke Roland.

‘You really look like an army. Now the Private is lighting up, and it's his turn to put out the fire. No, they're all recruits because they've just been recruited. Then the light will be declared by the assistant. Shut up and sleep or we'll all die.

That made me feel like a recruit training camp. Someone said as I got depressed by the feeling of enlistment.

“Is this your first night in this world? That's creepy.”

"You talk and the assistant comes in, you join the group, man. ’

Roland asks as he struggles to get what he wants to shoot.

“Why?”

“I don't know what they'll do while we sleep. Don't you need it? ”

“Better than nothing. But if there's no watch, what's the alternation? ”

“I'm going to have to use my fists. Leave equity to your conscience. ”

Everyone agreed with him. So, in the order of the dragonflies, if you think it's been about an hour, you agree to wake the next worker and then stand up.

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