It is worth noting that this does not count as overtime.

- Omer tried to convince himself.

After all, he was also eager to try this game, but because he recently took over the job of helping his old friend die in the liver, he had to slow down the 'login' time a little and let the girls go online first.

Dosores, Extreme Iron Man Grand Prix, Bourbon, Aiori.

Kazdale, the battlefield outside the Bai Ye Forest, the tea house.

Columbia, Rhine Life Building, Tachyon.

Although they were invited testers, the four horse racers were also able to enjoy the 'birthplace' of their own choice because of their trainers.

But Omer was still a little surprised that everyone's 'motives were not pure'.

To be exact, the two people in the back.

One went to a high-risk area similar to the Demon Realm Zone, full of aggressive demon existences and frequent battles.

One went to a company building known for its scientific research capabilities, and its representative building was simply the hometown of the game production team.

It's clear that Chaya and Suko aren't acting toward training goals in the traditional sense, but Omer isn't offended by that.

An open-world game like this is allowed regardless of the type of play you choose, as is the so-called training.

In the center, every well-known trainer is like the gym master in Pokémon works, and like the sect masters in Dongyan martial arts and Xianxia works, they all have their own 'inspiration', and they also have their own representative training styles.

Although Omer is a newcomer who has been teaching for less than a year, he already has a subtle reputation, and he has indeed touched some 'own style'.

That's a bit similar to the level of freedom of Nishizaki trainers, but it's more of a counter-grinding style of training.

Just like countless times to network to give strength to the girls under him, this is not only his training style, but also his own strength.

And in addition to the training that pulls seniors to intensity, physical confrontation like the current one.

- Large-scale competitions with high-intensity confrontations, dangerous battlefields where life is like mustard, and large-scale experiments that are extremely difficult and mentally testing, although these are too demanding for high school girls, if they choose their own path, then no one can put their beaks.

Except for themselves.

Scientific research itself is, of course, the ultimate intellectual training, and stepping on the battlefield is a more all-round attribute examination, compared to these two exaggerated choices, this is the most intense training in ordinary times, like a machine tireless and like masochistic endless Bourbon and Ai Weaving, but it seems to be much more 'conservative'.

It's not really 'conservative' either, though.

After all, the Ironman Extreme Grand Prix itself is a very powerful event, and long before Ormo stepped into the entrance of the game, he had already seen the hundreds of people fighting on the screen, and Bourbon and Aiori dodging in between.

Perhaps such an arrangement spans too much...... At that time, Omer couldn't help but think so.

There is no reason to forget that this is a game because the modeling is too realistic and the texture is too perfect, and there is no such thing as a game lover in this era.

However, the Meipu Bourbon only lifted the ban on games this year, and is still keen on unpromising mobile games rather than actual masterpieces.

Ai Mu Zhiji has been bound by guilt in the past, and will never allow herself to relax and entertain, and she is a pure outsider.

Such a combination of works that touch this kind of virtual reality replacement will inevitably be constrained because it is 'too real', unlike the current Omer, who has been dragging back from a corpse in less than three minutes after landing.

The chains that turned the iron coffin into a meteor hammer overlapped, the colors were bright, they were the colors of life, but they were about to dry up.

But even so......

"There's no overly rich smell, there's no pupil dilation that should exist, and there's no muscle tightening before the experience, it's really still a game, and the details need to be polished."

"What the hell did you do before?"

Omer's voice came from above his head.

And he replied calmly and unexpectedly: "Study, I'm a student, what's wrong?" ”

Back three minutes ago, Omer's trip wasn't entirely devoid of teammates to look forward to.

At least Adele. Miss Naumann came to pick up Omer this time, not only to meet a partner she hadn't seen for a long time, but also to bring a sheep with her.

Short and thin, the little Jio doesn't know how to support the plush body, and the cute but somewhat dull face makes it more like a doll.

He is Dolly, the Lord of the Sheep, who can create doppelgangers with very different personalities based on the personality of the other person, and once left one by Omer's side, but when he traveled to the Gullitt universe.

"You left it behind," a new little black sheep appeared above Omer's head as it spoke, "but it needs to be updated as well, and unfortunately I didn't see the reason for the update." ”

Dolly's doppelganger, who also acts as a camera, gives him an interesting vision, and he is undoubtedly an observer, but he has an optimistic personality and a penchant for spreading pleasant vibes.

"Maybe you can still see it, in the form of being on the screen." Omer thought of the film that Akane was still working on.

"Really? Then I'm looking forward to it. Compared to the attitude that would have persuaded Adele to pay attention at the beginning, Dolly is much friendlier now, and I wonder if it has something to do with the changes he has seen in Omer.

But he didn't really come with him after all, I don't know because he preferred to stay with Adele, and even more because he ......

"That sheep will open his mouth as soon as I go far, right?"

When Lapland approached, and when the black wolf beside her strolled closer, even the black sheep above Omer's head fell silent, which was very much in line with the history of the Lord of the Sheep being chased by the Lord of the Wolves, but it also made it seem less Ommer.

"Perhaps? But maybe he just doesn't like to talk. ”

It was more or less a lamb according to his own character, and Omer was willing to open his mouth to leave some image for it, but he couldn't help frowning when he looked at the corpses behind Lapland that were lying all over the place and dead.

"It's brutal."

"Doesn't it work?" Lapland smiled cheerfully and grinned, "Isn't it okay to be pleasant?" ”

"It's true that it's a reasonable mindset to enjoy games, but is it really a mindset that comes from games? I'm nostalgic - what are you doing? ”

Before the suspicion could be spoken, the thin blade had already hit a metal umbrella that was propped up at 330 degrees, and the remaining 30 degrees were just enough to push the blade upwards and cut it inclose, opening up 8 centimeters from Ommer's neck.

At the same time, he left a small area of vision for Olmer to be able to see the extent of Lapland's right cheek.

In that vision, the woman's gaze was aggressive, with undisguised hostility and even murderous intent.

"She's not quite right, there's something here."

The Omer sheep above his head suddenly spoke, but Omer just suddenly put away the iron umbrella into a blade, and with a stroke of the blade light of Lapland, he turned into a hideous demon in an instant, and countered with the giant sword that transformed instantly.

At the cost of a few meters of sudden regression, it completely withstood the giant wolf's slap.

"Yes, yes, there's no teammate protection in this game, right?"

The moment he stepped back and put down his heavy greatsword, he returned to his demons, and with this calculated use of magic power to prepare for the unexpected, Omer looked at Lapland and Zaro who seemed to be jumping back, and a subtle smile appeared on his face.

"Or do you have to find some kind of item to make a more obvious pact to avoid teammates from harming?"

"I don't think that's the point," Omo complained helplessly, "these two guys are obviously not in the right state, maybe they have been dropped, or they have been controlled." ”

"It shouldn't be......"

When it is inconvenient to speak, it is like the moment when the silver light crosses the side, and there is even more blood and teeth, blatantly blocking the retreat from the other side.

However, Omer only disappeared in an instant, and the oppressive sound belonging to Jeton surrounded him a hundred meters away.

"Although I didn't count on Zaro's combat power, a beast master like him shouldn't be so cheap."

"But his mental power may be much lower than that of Lapland."

"This should be true, after all, it is the king and the mount." Omer's jaw.

The black sheep above his head did not even fall, and it was not another kind of king and mount.

It's just that in the next second, the king and the mount are going to be attacked together, by the 'horse racing girl' knight who appeared at some point.

"Where did it come from?!"

Omer, who had once again dodged with the help of Jeton's power, was chased by vampires-like things as soon as he landed on his feet.

"Is this the Cazdale Stage? My evaluation of Miss Mudstone has improved considerably. ”

"I don't think it's right..."

"My personality lamb would say such nonsense."

"These guys showed up without warning, only Lapland and Zaro, who came with us, were the normal way to move."

"Maybe the foot man doesn't deserve the NPC's no-cooldown refresh treatment."

"Then she's the real thing, but why is such a person crazy? Did you rob her of anything important? ”

“… It doesn't seem impossible, and even it makes sense for her to join in this way. ”

——

Tentative codename, Dream Machine, the trench on the edge of the White Grove of Kazdale, as hideous as a deer's head and as rigid as an old man, is placing the poorly carved Maltese soldier in his hand in the small sand where a simple backgammon grid is drawn.

"This Casimir wargame should be placed here, and then you can get out, little girl." His voice was that of an old male, hoarse as if he was about to cough.

“…… Why is there an extra vampire-like pawn and a werewolf pawn. "Manchester City Café doesn't quite understand the rules of this little game, after all, she has only been in contact with it for less than seven minutes.

"After all, this chessboard is already messy in order to suppress those things, don't you see that there is an uncontrolled demon king chess piece there, flashing around is like convulsions."

"This chessboard is like this, whether it is extra or original, it is used as a stable nourishment."

“…… Can't you go to war with those things directly? Looking at the simple demon chess pieces that flashed around on the sand, and some of the crown logos could be vaguely seen, the tea house felt a little inexplicably familiar.

I wanted to catch it, but I caught it again.

The speed at which the other party flashed was really too fast, and he didn't seem to want to stay in the same place for more than 3 seconds.

"Everyone used to think so, and then they died, and there was black blood flowing all over their bodies, whether it was those who swam in the sea or those who flew in the mountains, there was no way."

“… Is it......" The café looked at the UI in front of him that reminded the countdown of the mini-game, and could only silently grab the werewolf chess piece and put it in front of the vampire chess piece.