Supporting Characters in the Game are Obsessed – Chapter 15

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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Thanks to that day’s party, I started playing with BunnyPrincess(nim).

Calling her by her full name every time felt a bit much, so we settled on “Bunny” as a nickname.

Honestly, I still didn’t know what she did for a living.

One thing was certain, though: she had an abundance of free time, rivaling my own.

It was truly astounding.

How could she be online every day?

Every time I logged in, she was there, gracing the game with her presence.

Frankly, I considered myself on the level of “Time Billionaire Gates,” but this person was even worse. Or rather, better.

Unlike me, who played this game out of “nostalgia” for my homeland,
she seemed genuinely “devoted” to it.

Since I met her again today and formed a party, I won’t dwell on this further.

As soon as I logged in, Bunny found me.

After a brief greeting and a party invitation, the hunt began.

There was no small talk or casual conversation.

While I sometimes initiated a word or two out of boredom, it was extremely rare for her to speak first.

Our usual routine was to hunt relentlessly, just as the game’s “party” system intended, without any unnecessary chatter.

This repeated so often that it became awkward when conversation did occur. We were purely hunting partners.

I wondered why she still hunted with me.

Maybe she wasn’t raising her “Archer” character, but instead treating my “Warrior” like a pet, leveling it up for fun.

I often thought that.
It was really strange, even though I shouldn’t be one to talk.

All I knew about her was that her ID was “BunnyPrincess,” she was a crazy person, and she always typed in short bursts, as if typing was a chore.

I finished off the monster I was fighting.

《 LEVEL UP 》

My character was enveloped in a white effect.

The graphics were crude, no matter how many times I saw it.

Finally, max level.

The end of a long journey.

I never thought I’d reach max level as a Warrior in this game.

It was truly a trash class. Warrior (War-trash).

Even though it was achieved through party hunting (power-leveling), the sense of accomplishment I felt was no less significant.

As my character froze due to leveling up, BunnyPrincess, who had been helping me hunt, also stopped moving.

BunnyPrincess was already max level.
She was merely wasting her time helping me hunt.

Thank you…!

BunnyPrincess(God).

I typed.

[ RealMageHere(Warrior): So what do we do now? ]

The end of content had arrived.

There was nothing left for us to do.

You reach max level in a classic RPG, you enjoy max-level content. What do you mean there’s nothing to do?

Shockingly, in this game, there was no max-level content.

Raids? Nope.

Max-level hunting grounds? None of those either.

I wondered if reaching max level was a mistake.

But I only realized this while I was enjoying the game and leveling up.

I, too, was a victim, deceived by the game.

If I’d known earlier, I would have quit and found another game.

But I found out at an awkward level.

So I ended up hitting max level out of inertia.

[ BunnyPrincess(Archer): ? ]

[ RealMageHere(Warrior): There’s nothing left to do, right? ]

And then.

[ BunnyPrincess(Archer): It’s fun to keep hunting. ]

BunnyPrincess was crazier than I thought.

Truly chilling.

Was her true identity a demon of gaming, born from cyberpunk?

Even though we couldn’t gain experience from hunting anymore, she found it fun to just keep hunting.

I couldn’t understand.

I could feel my SAN (sanity) points dropping.

[ RealMageHere(Warrior): How about we play another game together? It’s fate that we met. ]

[ BunnyPrincess(Archer): ? ]

Why the sudden question mark?

I thought it was much more productive than just hunting in an RPG where you couldn’t level up anymore.

BunnyPrincess’s character stopped moving again.

…Hmm.

Was that too insensitive of a suggestion?

Perhaps her previous words were just a roundabout way of telling me to get lost, I overthought.

[ BunnyPrincess(Archer): Sure. ]

[ RealMageHere(Warrior): Okay. ]

I replied immediately.

Please tell me I wasn’t being insensitive.

It wasn’t all bad hunting with a Warrior, right? (Objectively, it was.)

[ BunnyPrincess(Archer): Let’s meet up. ]

[ RealMageHere(Warrior): ? ]

This time, I sent the question mark.

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I was thinking of a hologram call at most, but it seemed her internal sense of closeness towards me was extraordinary.

To suggest meeting up right after our first online interaction…

Were all people like this these days?

I tried to refuse, saying it would be difficult if we weren’t in the same city, but I just found out that my classic game was only serviced in Neon City.

How did I not know this?

In the end, since location wasn’t an issue, I figured it would be okay to meet up.

Even though this person was strange, she was my benefactor who wasted her precious time hunting with my Warrior character.

[I recommend against meeting, I reiterate.]

Of course, Eve opposed it.

She said that meeting strangers online could be dangerous, and that someone who enjoyed such a strange game was likely not normal.

The latter comment hurt.

…It was a bit concerning.

I did hesitate before coming out.

What if I thought I was meeting a normal person, but instead I was greeted by three orc brothers?

They’d trick me, rob me, and harvest my organs and implants.

The thought was horrifying.

It wasn’t the orcs that were scary. The thought of being betrayed by my gaming companion was depressing.

“That’s why I came prepared.”

[I question the value of taking such a risk.]

I didn’t have much to say to that.

“Don’t worry, I trust my gaming friend.”

[…….]

I wouldn’t have come out if I hadn’t fallen into this game world.

But things were different now.

I wasn’t lacking in combat confidence.

If my comparison was someone like Catherine, a major character who also appeared in the game, it would be a different story.

But there’s no way someone like that would appear in a place like this.

So I wasn’t too worried.

[That game you play is also very strange, I worry.]

“It’s always been a trash game.”

How could an RPG have no max-level content?

It still didn’t make sense.

[I confess that I attempted to hack the game in secret, human Lee Shiun.]

“Ah, to create an ID?”

[That is correct.]

“And?”

Eve displayed a blueprint with complex lines branching out on my visual interface.

[The game’s server data is physically separated, I explain.]

“Huh?”

[This is not typical. Modifying the server data is impossible except in special cases or through physical access, I believe.]

I see.

No wonder it was so quiet.

Normally, she would have already hacked the game, created a new ID, and followed my character around.

“So you couldn’t hack it.”

[…It’s not entirely impossible. However, due to the aforementioned reasons, I recommend returning home.]

“But it’s too late.”

I had already arrived at the meeting place.

I took a sip of the drink I had ordered.

The cool sensation of the carbonation stimulated my throat.

So when would she arrive?

I checked the time on the clock displayed on my visual interface.

There was still some time left.

A small restaurant on the outskirts of the Mid-District.

This was the meeting place.

The dining area was divided into compartments, making it seem like a good place for quiet conversations.

The other party had chosen the location.

I opened the hologram interface.

I checked the message I received again.

Sender: ‘White Rabbit’

– It’s a place called Ryu’s Restaurant.

– I’ll send you the time and location coordinates.

– See you later.

She was quite concise in the game, but it seemed typing on a keyboard was indeed difficult for her.

The message, easily sent using a neural computer chip, was polite and lengthy.

But to set her name as “White Rabbit”…

This person really committed to the concept.

Speaking of rabbits, it reminded me of a character in the game who also loved rabbits.

She always carried a rabbit doll, or something like that.

I remembered her as an enemy character.

Her combat pattern was incredibly difficult.

Of course, I’d never actually seen her in this world.

As an enemy character, she wasn’t an ordinary mercenary, as I recalled.

She mainly took illegal requests, or something like that.

It was so long ago that I couldn’t remember clearly.

Honestly, it was better for my mental health to avoid such characters.

What good would come from deliberately encountering an enemy character?

Ding.

A new message arrived.

It was BunnyPrincess, White Rabbit.

– I’ve arrived.

– Where are you?

I replied that I would be waving my hand above the compartment.

She should be able to find me easily. I waved my hand above the compartment as I thought this.

Now, who would enter?

If several orcs appeared, I planned to flip the table and run.

However, the person who sat in front of me was completely unexpected.

A short woman.

She was clutching a white rabbit doll.

I asked without thinking.

“Who are you?”

“…Um, my ID is BunnyPrincess, and my name is Julia.”

Her name was Julia.

I felt like I’d heard that name somewhere before.

A familiar sense of déjà vu rang alarm bells in my mind.

What did I say earlier?

Rabbit doll—, hmm.

Information from the game, forgotten over ten years, resurfaced.

Just then, Eve displayed Julia’s picture and text on my visual interface.

[Information. 99% match with a wanted criminal in the NCPD database, I inform you.]

“?”

[Name is Julia. Registered as an illegal mercenary and terrorist, I add.]

“Ah.”

It was the Rabbit from the game.

“…Um, I’ll have the spaghetti.”

Why was a wanted criminal here?

I had a headache.

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