Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Milf Village of Beginnings
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"Ssssp. Haaa."
In the vast open field, I took a deep breath.
The air tasted delicious.
For someone whose outings over the past few years had been limited to trips to the nearby convenience store, it probably felt even better because of that.
Well, this isn't actual air anyway.
I still couldn't believe it no matter how many times I looked.
This was a game world?
"Fuuu... Haaa."
I inhaled and exhaled once more.
The realism was so intense it was hard to believe it was virtual reality.
Before logging into this incredible game, I'd hesitated quite a bit.
The way I'd gotten it was way too suspicious.
1. An unmarked package from an unknown sender.
In this era where capsule purchases were the norm for games, sending it via mail was odd enough, but there wasn't even a sender's name.
Considering my pathetically limited social circle, it was super sketchy.
The note inside only said: [I've seen your records. Please test this game for me.]
That was it.
2. The insane game content.
The package included a setting booklet.
True to its name, it was packed with lore, characters—including the protagonist—and descriptions with illustrations for about 30 people.
But amid all that, there was a weird line.
[This game allows sexual acts. It guarantees supreme pleasure unlike anything before.]
Up to here, fine.
[You can steal heroines who have lovers and have sex with them for rewards.]
In other words, go ahead and netori?
Fuck, god game... no, insane game.
In this modern age flooded with all sorts of weird titles, it wasn't even that special, though...
3. An annoyingly inconvenient game start.
I love understanding the worldbuilding, so I enjoyed reading the setting booklet.
But requiring you to memorize a full day's worth before even creating an account? That's crossing the line.
Even for someone like me who dives deep into details, I ended up skimming from the middle.
Of course, forcing that kind of grind made it less likely to be a scam.
A scam would've rushed you to log in somehow, not made you jump through hoops.
Unless they were banking on that psychology, but I've always been a pro at reading people's emotions, visible or not.
Didn't seem like a scam.
4. Why am I the protagonist when there's already one?
The default avatar was me, my real self.
In this VR era, plenty of people prefer protagonist models because using your own face feels embarrassing. I'm one of them.
But when creating the avatar, the default wasn't the golden-haired pretty boy from the settings—it was me.
I debated remaking the account but went with my own look anyway.
Because the protagonist was too damn handsome and it pissed me off.
Besides these, there were plenty of other fishy things.
Still, the reason I dove in—besides my own stupidity—was the cinematic intro movie.
Handsome knights, buff tribal chiefs, beautiful elves... heroes you couldn't call anything else.
The scene of them battling a black swarm of ant-like monsters stretching to the horizon was badass.
When the savage chief yelled, "He has come... Prynar!" and a pillar of light shot up to end the video, I got chills.
If they put this much effort into the intro, the game had to be good.
I was so hyped I put off everything else and rushed to log in.
It was an aimless life anyway; I could start after finishing this game.
Anyway, after all that hassle, Prynar turned out to be truly fantastical, and now I felt like logging in was the right call.
I stared ahead.
A wide grassland stretched out before me.
"...Ooooh."
Once again, amazed.
I flexed my hands experimentally.
The sensation was way more real than any other VR game.
Not just body movement—the wind and sunlight's warmth felt detailed too.
"This is insane..."
God game.
Prynar was definitely going to be a massive hit.
The realism alone was enough for success.
And even more exciting: combat wasn't fixed; you could create and use your own skills.
In other words, maybe I could recreate skills from games I'd played before.
I'd have to test it, but conquering enemies with your unique fighting style instead of cookie-cutter patterns? Huge hype.
I cracked my neck.
I'd planned for just an hour, but might end up playing longer.
One of the few friends-like contacts might text, but if I ignore it, they'll either shrug it off like always or come find me themselves.
That's why your usual behavior matters.
Future plans later—time to enjoy this world now.
I started walking slowly. Rustle. Rustle. The faint sound of grass underfoot reached my ears.
The feel under my feet was great. Just like stepping on real grass...
......?
I looked down.
.....
No matter how I looked, I was barefoot.
I checked my outfit.
A shabby, stained tracksuit everywhere... Did they scan and send me in my real-life clothes?
How?
Had tech advanced to scan your actual clothes in VR now? Stuck at home so much, was I finally behind the times?
....
"Inventory."
The manual had no explanation for game windows, so calling the function name should bring up the system menu.
In cases like this, items were often stashed in inventory.
Inconvenient, but kinda cool.
Lots of games waste time with hand-holding tutorials like "Open your inventory and equip items for beginners." Choosing some hassle to emphasize immersion made sense.
But was this the tutorial?
Shouldn't there be at least an NPC?
I had no clue what was going on, but checking inventory or quest windows would clarify my situation.
But... no inventory window appeared.
.....
Dead silent?
Maybe the command was wrong?
"Item window."
Still nothing.
"Uh... Inventory window? Item storage? Inv? Item box?"
Wracking my poor vocabulary, I yelled for a while before getting pissed.
"What the fuck! Why is this so annoying?!"
Just to open one item window, and this hassle? What about later?
Even ultra-hard games let you freely access inventory, fuck.
Unable to hold back, I stomped the ground and felt a dizzying sharp pain.
"Ugh!"
I thought the soft grass field would be fine, but there must've been a rock.
Stabbing pain.
Grabbing my foot, I hopped on one leg to ease the ache.
Why was the pain so vivid?
Irritation built up.
Fuck. God game my ass—what was this?
Even for realism, shouldn't there be a tutorial to ease you in harshly?
...Well.
That's probably why they sent the package asking me to test it.
Made sense. I sighed.
"At least give me some shoes..."
The moment I grumbled, lightning cracked from the sky with a boom.
Whoa, this seemed like...
Similar to the video: when the tribal warrior shouted "Prynar!", something descended from the heavens.
I stared blankly upward, and intense light poured down.
I almost dodged but had a gut feeling I shouldn't, so I stayed put.
Soon the light hit me directly, forming a pillar.
An explosion so bright I thought my eyes would go blind.
Once it calmed, I cautiously opened my eyes.
"What kind of pose is that?"
A woman's voice, like jade beads, bored and indifferent. I slowly lowered my grabbed foot.
"Goddess?"
I knew instantly.
Supreme beauty impossible in reality.
The being before me wasn't mortal—something transcendent.
A pink-haired woman in fairy-like clothes.
I knew her. From the setting booklet I'd pored over for a day.
Not a proper illustration, more like a statue or mural, but definitely one of Prynar's goddesses.
Name was...
"Hey, stop staring so creepily—it's disgusting."
"......"
Fucking bitch.
"......"
"I said don't stare."
No manners education in fantasy land or what? Calling a stranger gross on first meet...
Fuck, calm down.
Stay positive.
Right, she's a goddess, presumed tutorial guide. No way she'd call a newbie adventurer gross before sending them off.
She's acting like a bitch to foreshadow she'll be an enemy later, and there must be another god here.
Hidden? I sense no one else besides her and me.
Impressive for a god.
Even my assassin master senses, which made seven kingdoms tremble back in the day, couldn't detect them.
"I'm talking to you, no need to look around. And whatever you're thinking, your face is creepy—stop it."
"No, you fucking bitch."
No regrets blurting it out loud.
This crazy goddess was glaring at me like a bug, muttering "So vulgar..."
"Vulgar my ass. You're the one calling a stranger gross."
"I'm not a person—I'm a goddess."
"Oh, sorry. You don't look holy enough for my eyes."
The goddess flinched, then smirked.
"Fair enough. Even trying to think well of you makes me want to puke. With those rotten eyes, I guess that's how you see me."
"Goddesses puke too? You're not really a goddess, huh? What are you?"
"Really? I always saw you more as a gross bug than a person. A draw?"
"Oh my~ Can the goddess who should love all creation equally say that? Bugs will get hurt feelings."
This time, she couldn't retort easily, her lips twitching as she barely raised a corner of her mouth.
What pissed me off was how pretty she looked even making that face in this situation.
A personality bomb with beauty talent. Gods are unfair.
Oh right, she is one.
The goddess forced a smile at me.
"Ufufufufufufu."
"Why laugh? Having fun? Hahahahaha."
Two hollow laughs echoed for a while.
The eerie standoff ended with mature me.
It's just a game character anyway.
No point getting mad at something on a script.
"So, why'd the goddess of love, Loveheart, grace us with her presence? To see a bug-level human that makes you nauseous just looking?"
"Oh my~ You knew me and pretended not to. Low level means nasty personality too, huh."
"......"
"At least you know your place. No need for self-deprecation though."
"No, why are you here?"
No more polite speech; she didn't deserve it.
I switched to casual, and it seemed like she glitched with annoyance, but not my problem.
"Oh dear... Can't guess even in this situation? Monkey-brain or lower?"
"Hurry up with explanations or items, retard brain can't understand?"
Sizzle. Sparks seemed to fly from our glaring eyes.
But she gave up first.
"Sigh. Total waste of time."
Huh. Some maturity after all.
"Trying to talk to something microbe-level instead of monkey... pointless."
No, this bitch really.
"Right... Yedre?"
"Yeah."
I'd suspected since character creation didn't let me name myself—my real name was my in-game one.
"What a worthless name."
"You bitch...! Apologize to my dad. Your funny name looks slapped together, hypocrite."
"Funny name...! Blasphemy!"
Vein popping on her forehead—satisfying.
Then reality hit.
Eh.
How long we doing this?
"Sigh... Let's stop."
"What?"
"Don't wanna talk to you anymore, so proceed already~ Skip. Skip."
"You...! How dare you to the goddess of love and heart...!"
What? A fucking bitch with love in her heart.
I waved it off, froze briefly, then admired.
I'd forgotten she was a game character and treated her like a person.
AI had advanced scarily, but one NPC reacting so detailed, infuriating, and shitty? First time.
Future looked promising.
How many varied characters awaited?
"Sigh..."
The goddess exhaled, barely calming her rage.
She started it.
But next instant, a wicked smirk crept on her lips.
I'm no genius, but I have one talent.
I can read people's emotional states at a glance.
Sensing malice, I shuddered as she reached out, light enveloping me.
Thought it was an attack and tensed, but the light clung to my limbs, forming shapes. Relief.
Basic items, probably.
As expected, the light solidified into leather clothes piece by piece.
"Weapon's a sword, right?"
"Huh? Yeah."
How'd she know I main swords?
I'd tried other classes, but swordsman or assassin suited me best.
Assassins use daggers or shortswords anyway—swordsman variant.
Soon a heavy weight settled on my shoulder. I gripped the hilt and drew it smoothly.
Not ideal length for my long-sword preference, and crude, but now it finally felt like a game.
"Really not my intention, but constraints force a minimum explanation."
"What? Constraints?"
She ignored me and continued.
"You know my name, so no need for world history. Advice for ahead... basics like leveling up."
"Duh, obvious."
She ground her teeth briefly.
Fun to tease.
"Urgh... Sigh."
Again.
That annoying smirk.
Like no matter what I say, her victory was assured—infuriating attitude.
A repulsive smile I'd seen plenty.
Eyes narrowing naturally as she proceeded.
"You've got experience, so you know: win battles for EXP. Stronger foes and desperate fights give more."
Her tone implied she knew I was a gaming addict—odd disconnect.
Even so, immersion-breaking for an NPC to reference player history?
Special spec for goddess role?
"Common ways: quest rewards. And for your kind, one more."
"Hm? Like crafting?"
Farming or furniture-making EXP games exist.
Wrong guess; she looked dismissive.
Worth stabbing a goddess? Early game, maybe just do it?
...Patience.
In high-freedom games where you can kill key NPCs, I avoided it unless it blocked progress.
No, aside from quests requiring it, never.
Because.
Live kindly.
...As some guy said, and I'd kept that promise well.
Couldn't break it for this bitch.
Plus, goddess or not, low-level stab probably wouldn't kill her.
If anything, she'd respawn with holy sparkles.
"So, what's the other way?"
"Acts of love."
"What? Acts of love?"
I pondered briefly.
"Like becoming lovers?"
Nah, probably not.
Huge EXP for lovers maybe, but otherwise it'd be spreading tentacles everywhere, breaking up and dating repeatedly.
Just an example question, but she snickered.
Hm... Slap her cheek okay?
Second time in life wanting to hit a woman for real.
"IQ as expected low. Could you even date anyone? Talk to women properly?"
"......"
"Looks decent, but those murky eyes scream dangerous."
"So, third method?"
More talk and I'd snap for real.
I gestured to hurry; she bristled, then blushed furiously.
"Uh... That... Sacred act."
"What?"
"Necessary for the species too..."
Ah.
"Sex, you mean...?"
"Se—!"
Goddess turned beet red.
Surprisingly pure... for a moment.
Wait. Sex?
"No way, crazy..."
So, sex levels you up?
Should've realized from the pre-game netori nudge.
This game had heavy 19+ elements.
...Fuck yeah?
"So vulgar..."
"Shut up."
Quick on the uptake, bitch.
Too tired to respond.
She seemed done too, reaching into empty air, drawing a circle with her finger.
Riiip.
Subspace?
She pulled out a booklet and tossed it to me.
"?"
"The rest is in there."
"What? Huh? That's the end of explanations?"
"Oh. Beginner village is down the hill. Go there. The rest is up to you."
"No, hey."
Ignoring my fluster, she clasped hands and smiled sweetly.
Malice detected, but stunning smile.
"Good luck on your adventure... Pfft. Filled with it."
"You just laughed, right?"
What was this bitch planning?
No more. Screw my feelings—this NPC was hiding something.
Early game; attack first, ask later.
Who knows? Maybe she's the final boss.
But Loveheart's form was already fading into light, and with a boom!, the pillar enveloping us shot skyward.
Rumble rumble rumble
The light pillar sucked into the sky, leaving silence.
"..."
Stunned, I glanced up briefly then shook my head.
Super uneasy, but staying changed nothing.
Head to that beginner village first.
Rustle rustle.
Not long after trudging through grass, a towering cliff appeared.
Peeking over, yep—a decent-sized village below.
Heart pounding.
Alright. Let's go.
Adventure begins.
With excitement, I advanced.
About 30 minutes later, back at the cliff, I tilted my head.
"......?"
Where's the entrance?
Maybe I missed it.
With that thought, another 20 minutes circling.
Reality sank in.
"Path down. Where?"
Yes.
This grassland so high you could overlook the village.
Not a plain—a sheer cliff top.
No way down.
"Ah, fuck."