Insanely Cool Air

Magic Stone.

A clear, translucent stone popped out from the inventory.

If it had been in the modern world, it would definitely have been called a crystal.

Even looking up at the fluorescent lights, it didn't pass through much light.

It seemed to have a slightly translucent material.

"So, how do you use this?"

People were trying to obtain it by trading it as precious food.

It meant its value was literally more than food.

But it didn't seem to have the power to grant wishes, no matter how much you rubbed it, no fairy appeared.

Not only that, if you rubbed it on the floor, clenched it in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠your hand, pulled out another magic stone, and stuck them together, there was no reaction.

If all those many trading posts weren't trying to deceive me, this magic stone clearly had high usability.

That's why, even if a companion was in pain, they needed the magic stone, even when encountering a scary guy, they needed the magic stone, even when they couldn't sleep, they needed the magic stone, even when they were cold, they needed the magic stone.

That's why they needed the magic stone everywhere.

"If I just knew how to use it, it would be a great item..."

It was slightly blocked by the wall, but it wasn't a big problem.

Because I had the community.

There was a kind guy who said to ask about anything you don't know, so he would definitely answer this.

I immediately called the system and entered the community.

"Writing a post... Huh?"

While trying to write a post about how to use the magic stone, I suddenly felt that the gallery's atmosphere was drastically different from before.

The previous harsh atmosphere of "dying" "dying" was gone, and the newly refreshed posts were all trying to die from happiness.

Of course, I wasted about an hour or two figuring out how to use the magic stone.

In the meantime, it was enough for the gallery atmosphere to change.

But changing a little or turning 180 degrees in just an hour?

Is the world going to break and people's minds going to break?

It was a reasonable inference, but upon closer look, most of those many posts were pointing to one event.

It wasn't that they suddenly went crazy collectively, but that a good entertainment spot had just appeared.

As I scrolled, I saw one post that seemed to be the root of the problem, from an hour ago.

Only then could I understand.

The reason the gallery atmosphere changed in an instant was because I had a huge share in it.

No, you wanted air.

This wasn't it?

First, I scrolled down to check other people's reactions.

Roughly, the comments were divided into two main reactions.

The first group was those who were shocked or sad.

The second ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠group was those who found the world incredibly fun.

The comments were mixed half and half, but the posts were almost 99% only from those who found it fun.

Is it that only those who have passed are allowed to mourn?

And when I checked the comments worrying about this person, I realized that what this person needed was a gas mask.

Honestly, I felt something was off.

I just said I wanted fresh air and didn't specify the specific item I needed.

But from the beginning, the post title was weird.

I thought it was just a weird guy doing weird things, how did this person know they wanted a gas mask.

Most of the comments seemed to think the author was at fault.

The author himself didn't deny it.

Perhaps it was just that the situation was too absurd, and everyone was laughing together.

Even if it wasn't me, the gas mask seemed to be running out.

In fact, my fault was approaching zero.

So I can also tease her without problem.

... Wait.

I'm not a psychopath who doesn't understand people's hearts.

But isn't that true?

Everyone is laughing at someone with one heart and mind, and you want me to hold back?

The nation of humor is supposed to throw away the dopamine they just met for the first time in a long time?

It's like telling a starving dog to throw away the delicious meat in front of it.

"...No matter how you look at it, this is a bit much."

After enjoying it moderately, suddenly the mental string that had been let loose started to tighten.

I know this place is a good environment for killing people.

And I also knew that this person's death was not my fault.

Everyone is having fun.

The party doesn't look sad.

However, the party may not be able to accept it happily.

With resignation and defense mechanism, just following the mood, it's the same sadness.

It's a complicated story.

Others might even find it good to laugh and joke with this person.

I'm no exception.

However, as the person involved, I feel a bit of guilt for not being able to enjoy it as much...

Guilt...

This guy is also just enjoying it.

In fact, it seemed that everyone was happy about this topic more than anyone else.

Different from others.

Ignoring the resignation and complex emotions about his own death, it seemed that being noticed was more important than ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠anyone else.

"I shouldn't have worried."

The short time I worried was wasted.

***

Hoo... hohohoh!

It had been less than an hour since I entered the community, and three posts had already entered the concept.

After the unlucky streak, it was the limit to have one or two posts on the gallery occasionally, but when it came to dying, it easily entered the concept post.

This post also entered the concept post quickly after a few minutes.

Moreover, the entire gallery was rolling with my story.

Ah, I'm so happy.

It was the dopamine I felt for the first time in a long time.

It was happiness like the few years ago when I was called the genius daughter of a duke.

"I need to take the video right away."

How to make it dramatic.

Using the experience of drawing a portrait, I chose the place where I would blend the most with the scenery and fixed the system's camera.

My face, which became clear for a moment with the clear air and then faded, was a kick.

If there was a video platform in the gallery world, I would definitely have shown my talent there.

"This composition is good."

After fixing the camera, I took a pose, turned on the inventory, and started recording the video.

After closing my eyes, I slowly opened my mouth.

This way, it would look a bit prettier.

"...Air."

A clear air appeared with a whoosh and brushed my hair.

The air from the inventory pushed away the red fog.

I took a deep breath as if breathing.

It was definitely clean air.

It was incomparable to a gas mask.

Now, when the red fog came back, I would hold back the cough and turn off the video.

When the red fog came back...

...

"Ha... ha..."

What?

For some reason, the clear air didn't stop.

Since it was air taken from the inventory, I thought something was different, so I took a deep breath again.

But even then, it was clean air.

There was no stuffy feeling in the lungs, no hot feeling on the face, no hot feeling in the trachea.

It was a cool and clean air feeling.

Something was very wrong.

I slowly opened my eyes.

And as expected, the clear ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠air hadn't disappeared at all.

"No way."

What I saw when I opened my eyes was an absurdly impossible view by common sense.

Exactly a square space was transparent between the red fog, based on my face.

It was an impossible view if it were normal air.

It was natural that the red fog was just pushed away temporarily and then pushed back.

But why...

Even after taking a big breath, the transparent oxygen box didn't shrink at all.

...No way?

"...Is it not normal air?"

I hadn't thought about it, but the system's explanation wasn't very deep.

It just told some facts that could be obtained by looking with the eyes, and a few facts that could be immediately known by using a measuring instrument appropriately.

For example, for an artifact with magic power, it told that magic power was granted, but didn't tell what kind of magic.

If there was a hidden trait that was deliberately hidden further?

If there was a hidden trait, it wouldn't be strange that the inventory displayed it as normal air without considering that.

...Don't speculate, let's check first.

The emotion skill I had learned clearly in childhood was for this kind of situation.

"Appraisal."

<Air / Trait: Infinite Restoration (restores infinitely even if consumed endlessly)>

My breath stopped.

It was a trait I couldn't have imagined.

I had thought about such a thing before.

If there was a hole in a fairy tale where gold coins kept gushing out endlessly, it would be nice if clean air kept pouring out from somewhere.

Every time I took off the gas mask, every time I purified the air inside the gas mask, I had that thought.

Even though magic beasts became incomparably stronger, and poison became thick in plants and water, I didn't care.

I was just too sad that I couldn't even breathe freely.

So it was the guy I had longed for, and the guy I couldn't have imagined getting in this situation.

In fact, I received the 'infinite' with the appraisal skill.

It clearly meant I could use it continuously.

"Ah...?"

No way... Is this really real...?

Then I could...

Live normally?

The dream I had looked at every day since the day the empire fell, was realized without any warning on a day that was nothing.

It was exhilarating.

However, because I was at the limit of emotion, I could only enjoy the comfort in the clear air blankly.

"First, I should brag to the gallery..."