weird. I figured we wouldn’t be able to kill you.”
“I just figured you’d end up back in your own world. Crazy.”
“Motoyasu—I should send YOU back to your own world!”
Why did he even think that would happen? What an idiot!
“Anyway, enough with thinking of everything like a game. Enough is enough! It's a miracle that you three are still alive at all!”
The three of them let my words blow by without comment. They didn’t even respond. They wouldn’t understand until the truth waltzed over and slapped them in the face—but by then it would be too late.
I sighed. “Anyway. You all better start talking. Tell me everything you know, right from the beginning. If you don’t, then I don’t have anything to tell you either.”
“Well there’s no avoiding it then, is there? It’s a pain, but if you insist . . . .”
“Yes, and the heroes must also stop interfering with one another’s successes.”
“Whatever. Nothing will change in the end. Nothing at all.”
They better start talking, and fast. I needed to know what I needed to do to get stronger.
They’d wrested control of the conversation through sheer idiocy, but it was time for me to take the controls back.
“And Itsuki,” I started. “Certainly a hero that fights for justice would never take the side of liar to appease his sense of balance . . . would he?”
“Lies? I do not lie!”
“I wonder. What’s less cool than lying, eh Ren?”
“Who knows?”
“And women don’t like liars at all, do they Motoyasu?”
“No, they don’t.”
Was that enough? I hoped I’d sealed off the possibility of their continued lies before the conversation started moving again.
I imagined that Ren was very concerned with looking as cool as possible.
Motoyasu wanted the ladies to like him.
Itsuki was all about justice. Sure, he could define that however was convenient at the time—that’s why I made sure he associated it with lying at the table. With that in his head, he’d find it hard to lie straight out.
With all the pieces in place, the three of them were more likely to tell the truth.
“Alright, Itsuki, you go first. Tell me everything right from the beginning.”
“Why are you in charge?”
Itsuki knit his eyebrows together in annoyance but turned to the rest of the table and started talking.
“The heroes’ weapons are unlocked by the materials that are absorbed into them. This also expands the skill tree that is available. The system is very similar to the game I used to play, Dimension Wave , but there are differences here and there.”
“Huh? It’s not the exact same?”
“No—but it’s very similar. There are a lot of weapons here that I’ve never seen.”
That would mean that he didn’t know all there was to know about the different weapons in this world.
That made sense. If he had known all about the different weapons and their skills, then he should have known about the slave and monster shields as well.
“The biggest difference is probably that, in this world, when you change to a new weapon, the other weapons you have used remain available to you.”
Ren and Motoyasu nodded along. So this place wasn’t exactly like the games they were used to? That was kind of worrisome.
“I’ll go next.”
Ren raised his hand and started to speak.
“I’ll take over where Itsuki left off. When a weapon is unlocked, certain equip bonuses become available to you.”
I knew that I could trust that information, because I already knew it to be true.
“Still, the equip bonus system is a little different than what I’m used to from Brave Star Online .”
“How so?”
“In my game, you normally learned skills by earning skill points through skills you already knew.”
That made sense to me too. In games that I had played in the past there were skill points available to the player, and they could assign them however they wanted to customize their character.
I felt like . . . like if I could just unlock the skill
“I just figured you’d end up back in your own world. Crazy.”
“Motoyasu—I should send YOU back to your own world!”
Why did he even think that would happen? What an idiot!
“Anyway, enough with thinking of everything like a game. Enough is enough! It's a miracle that you three are still alive at all!”
The three of them let my words blow by without comment. They didn’t even respond. They wouldn’t understand until the truth waltzed over and slapped them in the face—but by then it would be too late.
I sighed. “Anyway. You all better start talking. Tell me everything you know, right from the beginning. If you don’t, then I don’t have anything to tell you either.”
“Well there’s no avoiding it then, is there? It’s a pain, but if you insist . . . .”
“Yes, and the heroes must also stop interfering with one another’s successes.”
“Whatever. Nothing will change in the end. Nothing at all.”
They better start talking, and fast. I needed to know what I needed to do to get stronger.
They’d wrested control of the conversation through sheer idiocy, but it was time for me to take the controls back.
“And Itsuki,” I started. “Certainly a hero that fights for justice would never take the side of liar to appease his sense of balance . . . would he?”
“Lies? I do not lie!”
“I wonder. What’s less cool than lying, eh Ren?”
“Who knows?”
“And women don’t like liars at all, do they Motoyasu?”
“No, they don’t.”
Was that enough? I hoped I’d sealed off the possibility of their continued lies before the conversation started moving again.
I imagined that Ren was very concerned with looking as cool as possible.
Motoyasu wanted the ladies to like him.
Itsuki was all about justice. Sure, he could define that however was convenient at the time—that’s why I made sure he associated it with lying at the table. With that in his head, he’d find it hard to lie straight out.
With all the pieces in place, the three of them were more likely to tell the truth.
“Alright, Itsuki, you go first. Tell me everything right from the beginning.”
“Why are you in charge?”
Itsuki knit his eyebrows together in annoyance but turned to the rest of the table and started talking.
“The heroes’ weapons are unlocked by the materials that are absorbed into them. This also expands the skill tree that is available. The system is very similar to the game I used to play, Dimension Wave , but there are differences here and there.”
“Huh? It’s not the exact same?”
“No—but it’s very similar. There are a lot of weapons here that I’ve never seen.”
That would mean that he didn’t know all there was to know about the different weapons in this world.
That made sense. If he had known all about the different weapons and their skills, then he should have known about the slave and monster shields as well.
“The biggest difference is probably that, in this world, when you change to a new weapon, the other weapons you have used remain available to you.”
Ren and Motoyasu nodded along. So this place wasn’t exactly like the games they were used to? That was kind of worrisome.
“I’ll go next.”
Ren raised his hand and started to speak.
“I’ll take over where Itsuki left off. When a weapon is unlocked, certain equip bonuses become available to you.”
I knew that I could trust that information, because I already knew it to be true.
“Still, the equip bonus system is a little different than what I’m used to from Brave Star Online .”
“How so?”
“In my game, you normally learned skills by earning skill points through skills you already knew.”
That made sense to me too. In games that I had played in the past there were skill points available to the player, and they could assign them however they wanted to customize their character.
I felt like . . . like if I could just unlock the skill
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