ãOh, if it isnât Sanraku-san!ã
I logged in to ShangriLa Frontier, which felt like a really long time has passed since my last log-in. While I was putting Emul on my back where he belonged, I happened to hear something rather interesting from him.
ãThere is someone other than meâ¦â¦ here at Rabbitz at the moment?ã
ãWhy , yes! One of my acquaintances happened to bring this juicy gossip to me not so long ago. I thought that youâd be interested in hearing that.ã
ãI seeâ¦â¦ I seeâ¦â¦ã
So it must mean that there was someone other than me who happened to trigger a flag for âInvitation to the Bunnies Countryâ.
This also means that there is a high probability that this someone will be able to reach the âEpic of the Vorpal Bunnyâ Unique Quest EXâ¦â¦ No, I think that is almost a given at this point.
ãNot goodâ¦â¦ This is definitely not goodâ¦â¦ã
A trump card can only be considered as such if you alone are the only person who is aware of its existence. If that other player tries to spread the info about the âInvitation to the Bunny Countryâ on the Internet, my advantage might as well go to sh*t.
After all, even if I killed that player in order to silence him, it would still amount to nothing. And it would only flag me as a Player Killer for nothing.
God damn itâ¦â¦! How the fuck did this guy manage to satisfy the conditions for this quest even though they are so stupidly high!? â¦â¦ Fuck me, if I donât start planning some sort of contingency method just like Pencilgton, my precious trump card will really become useless!
Now, I know that the SF-Zoo promised not to make a commotion around these parts, but whoâs to say that this guy wonât go straight to Library or Black Wolves upon hearing about the Unique Quest EX? Should I consult this with Pencilgton? No, I have an appointment with Rust and Mold before that. But taking care of that new guy in Rabbitz should be my top priority for the momentâ¦â¦
ãDAAAGH!!! It makes my fucking head hurt just thinking about that!ã
ãPyaah!?ã
I shake my head in frustration, almost causing Emul to fall off of my back.
ãEmul, that other player beside meâ¦â¦ Do you happen to know his name?ã
ãUmmâ¦â¦ Iâm pretty sure my source told me that their name was something like âAkitsu Akane-donoâ.ã
Akitsu Akane-donoâ¦â¦ So Akitsu Akane? Like, the â-donoâ is just honorific? Itâs a completely unknown name to me, one that I havenât really heard ever before. And Iâm taking into consideration all the players from all the games that I have played before. Besides, trying to identify the player in a specific game only from their name was like trying to find contact lenses in the middle of the desert.
ãSorry, Iâm going back to sleep again.ã
ãFueh!?ã
ãIâll get up soon! I promise!ã
ãCan that even be considered sleep, then!?ãn/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
ãThen Iâm going to take a quick nap!ã
I quickly log out and then search the phrases âInvitation to Bunny Countryâ and âUnique Scenario EXâ on the Internet. I keep searching for a few minutes just to make sure that there are no hits yet.
I then log in again and once I open my eyes I start running, with Emul still chilling on my back.
ãEmul, if possible, I would like to meet that Akitsu Akane personâ¦â¦ or the one youâve heard about him from. Do you happen to know where they are?ã
ãAkitsu Akane-dono-san should be at Fatherâ¦â¦ I mean, at the kingâs place, waiting for him to grant him an audience. As for my source, he went somewhere and I have no idea where.ã
Guh, so this means we canât meet for now? Time is money right now, but for some reason I felt as though every passing second was wearing my body down more and more. To think that the situation would develop into such a cluster-fuck all of a suddenâ¦â¦ No, need to calm downâ¦â¦ Must calm down and think it over rationallyâ¦â¦
ãAaagh, this is such an RNG situationâ¦â¦ and while I know that there is a possibility that this Akitsu Akane-dono doesnât spread the information on the Internetâ¦â¦ For fuckâs sake, thatâs an extremely small number (Note: Smaller than a Five-Star Servant Drop Rate in FGO?)!!!ã
ãWhat is an RNG?ã
ãBasically the way in which the Gods tell you to go and fuck yourself.ã
I shout while slapping my cheeks in order to calm myself down. Although this game was way more realistic from all others, I still didnât feel any normal pain, but only a slight numbness.
I didnât calm down from that, but at least I could think. From here on out, the only thing I could do was to actually try my best.
What I must do, what I could do and what I didnât need to do for the momentâ¦â¦ More than devising a plan or constructing a chart, my thought process right now was more similar to trying to untie a ball of yarn that was all twisted and tangled after a kitty was playing with it.
ãEmul, for now thereâs something I must do on my own, so we are going to split up.ã
ãIs, is that rightâ¦â¦?ã
ãThatâs why I want to give you an important mission. Something only you can do!ã
ãO-Only I can doâ¦â¦ I got it! Leave it to me!ã
I told Emul what he needed to do, and after we split up I ran towards Breakâs workshop at full speed.
ãBreak! Is my order ready yet!?ã
ãOh, ooohhhâ¦â¦ Itâs you, ladâ¦â¦ Kukuku, of course it is readyâ¦â¦ My greatest masterpiece everâ¦â¦ Itâs name is âGilâ¦â¦â!ã
ãThatâs it! Great, now Iâm all fired up!ã
ãNow just wait a dang moment, lad! Thereâs more I wanted to talk to you aboutâ¦â¦ã
ãWe can talk however long you want after that! For now, thanks, but I need to go! See ya!ã
I shouted over my arm while running forward, still being able to hear the echo of Breakâs screams for quite some time.
ãFrom here on out, itâs all about RTA (Real Time Attack)â¦â¦!!!ã
And in order to do that, there was something I needed to do.