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“You win.” Kazuradrop sighed and continued working overtime.
The gameplay of "The Great Order" can be divided into two parts: Singularities and Lostbelts, with the biggest difference between the two being the gameplay flow.
Within the singularity, Mochizuki Oboro basically only needs to collect the Holy Grail. As long as Meltryllis doesn't cause trouble on a whim, it can be resolved smoothly.
Lostbelts, on the other hand, are more like a nonsensical free-for-all, with all sorts of ways to pass through them, and you might even fail.
Singularities and Lostbelts are pre-designed dungeons, and there are many novel gameplay options outside of these dungeons: fishing, chess, card games, and you can also farm equipment if you have nothing else to do.
If Chaldea is developing a virtual world primarily for gaming, then Meltryllis is responsible for a data space that is indistinguishable from reality.
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Chapter 171 Only Warriors Face the Test
convenient.
It was ordinary, yet it permeated the entire campus life.
Most students at Finis Academy prefer the cafeteria, where you can find delicious food at reasonable prices—something you can't get anywhere else.
Compared to painstakingly making bento boxes that may not even taste good, choosing one is much simpler.
However, Mochizuki Oboro is facing a life-or-death decision.
"Brother, have you forgotten?" Ipsilon handed over the lunchbox with a forced smile. "Like before, shall we go to the rooftop together?"
Tiamat held up a rather heavy lunchbox: "Haven't you tasted the flavors of home in a long time?"
"Here you go. Take it or leave it, it's up to you." Typhon also joined the fray.
Mary, who had entered through the front door at some point, brought out a rather luxurious design and smiled, "How about changing things up once in a while?"
"Lord Oboro, this is something I learned from Teacher Kurenai... Ah!" Kiyohime narrowed her eyes, going along with the atmosphere, and joined in surrounding Mochizuki Oboro.
Medea readily filled the last gap: "Master, would you like to try the one I have here?"
Mochizuki Oboro shifted her gaze; Abigail, Caster, and Eri were still peeking in from the doorway. It seemed they were just onlookers this time.
A bead of cold sweat seeped from his forehead and silently trickled down to the tip of his chin.
[It's a rehearsal.]
[You think you can have a harmonious, happy, and luxurious harem just by being honest with each other... You haven't actually had that kind of fantasy, have you?]
Jealousy, resentment, suspicion, disappointment, and fear. Compared to joy and happiness, these are the dominant emotions of a young woman in the throes of first love when faced with someone like you who's juggling multiple relationships.
Come on, make your choice.
[A: I want them all.] (What a courageous choice. Constitution experience points +3)
【B: Choose one at a time.】(Get ready to be dismembered. Progress on the specific target increases, Dexterity EXP +3)
[C: I beg for Lady Meltryllis's help.] (It can be resolved with just a small price to pay, you know?]
This second-generation AI seems to have added a lot of personal notes after the options.
Meltryllis made no attempt to hide her pleasure, clearly taking Mochizuki Oboro's disheveled state as the best form of amusement.
Whether it was an oversight or her intention, time was not paused when the options appeared.
Option C seemed tempting, but the skill "Star Premonition (C)" that provided the most helpful hints made Mochizuki Oboro give up on the idea.
Behind him was a wall. In front of him were his targets, radiating an oppressive aura.
Gazing at the hazy moon, there is nowhere to retreat.
“Brother—brother—” Ipsilon drawled.
“If we delay any longer, the taste will be affected,” Tiamat said.
Typhon clicked his tongue: "Who do you want? Hurry up and tell me, don't waste time."
"Just follow your heart, I don't care at all~" Kiyohime revealed an unusual smile.
Medea seemed about to transform on the spot: "What's wrong? Is something on your mind, Master?"
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
The clock hanging at the front of the classroom ticked away.
"I……"
Wang Yuelong swallowed hard and extended his right hand.
"Hmm?" Ipsilon practically placed the bento box in Mochizuki Oboro's hand: "We should stick to one thing, at least when it comes to bento boxes, right?"
"I want them all."
【Huh? Are you courting death? This kind of answer won't satisfy anyone.】
Mochizuki Oboro calmly accepted all the bento boxes: "At least it won't disappoint anyone. You can vent on me."
[What a magnificent statement, reminiscent of a gigolo.]
[Well then, the experience points have been awarded. Good luck!]
……
What is the meaning of life?
Where do all things, from their beginning to their end, ultimately flow?
If the universe is destined to end, then all traces of civilization will vanish into nothingness. In other words, everything will be 'meaningless'.
Since humans and Pokémon can form families, why don't Professor Oak and Jynx have any children?
Is sashimi made from dead fish?
When it rains, is an umbrella like a boat sailing upside down in the sky?
Mochizuki Rin's belly was slightly protruding, and there were two untouched bento boxes next to her.
With cheeks puffed out, the chewing motions became slower and slower, like a machine following a fixed program.
"She's become a hermit who radiates thoughts while gazing at rice," Eri remarked, sitting down next to Mochizuki Oboro.
Castor counted the bento boxes: "These are enough for me to have a proper meal. Senior, you've really got it tough."
Abigail, in her bad-girl mode, chuckled: "Since you want to be greedy, it's only natural to pay the price."
By sheer coincidence, he made bento boxes for both of them and handed them to Mochizuki Oboro... so he only had one thing to do.
Accepting a single person's opinion, or using a comedic approach to gloss over the issue, cannot be considered a positive response.
Besides, since we've already decided to jump ship multiple times, it would be too lame to run away here.
After finishing her lunch, Eri stretched comfortably and said, "Ah, it feels so good not having to stuff my stomach."
"Be careful, you might end up with a belly that lasts for ten months."
"When did you start telling me dirty jokes?" Eri turned around, slightly surprised.
Mochizuki Oboro blinked innocently, her mouth still full of food, so it was unlikely she could speak.
"Hehe, it seems I imitated her quite well; even Eri fell for it." Abigail said smugly.
Castor asked, puzzled, "If you were feeling so unwell, you could have chosen not to eat Tiamat's portion in the first place, right?"
The others are ambiguous relationships, but in Castor's mind, that person is his guardian, so he should be more considerate.
“Well,” Erise scratched her cheek, “from a slightly different perspective, Tiamat is the most troublesome one.”
Because she would cry uncontrollably. The tears wouldn't stop, and it took Mochizuki-no-Ryū to comfort her for a long time before she calmed down.
Every time Eri sees this scene, she always wonders which of the two is the parent.
"Are you sure you can finish this?" Castor asked with concern. "It wouldn't be good if you overeat. How about I finish the other two portions?"
Abigail was speechless: "Fool Caster. If we were going to do that, we might as well have just dumped everything on you from the start, and saved ourselves this pain now."
Most importantly, you can't be perfunctory and give generic comments like "this is okay" or "there's room for improvement".
Mochizuki Oboro swallowed the food in her mouth with difficulty.
"The meat slices were overcooked and a bit burnt and bitter, but they were still edible. The fried chicken was pretty good; it must have been made exactly like the recipe from the tutorial."
Surprisingly, Typhon's cooking was actually quite decent.
Mochizuki Oboro thought that her anti-wish machine constitution would come into play again.
"There are two left~" Eri smiled slightly.
It's a demon.
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Chapter 172 The Philosophy of the Knights of the Round Table
Camelot Entertainment Center.
Foreman Agraven handed the new contract to Mochizuki Oboro: "The past month has given us a good idea of your abilities. Although I think it would be better to promote you to district supervisor, as a knight, you should obey the king's orders."
After being promoted from a regular waiter to a high-class waiter serving only a select few, Mochizuki Oboro significantly boosted Camelot's revenue. For example, one Aztec vice-chairman practically threw money around.
Even Morgan from the rival company Avalon would come here to spend money, specifically requesting Mochizuki Oboro's services, and his attitude towards money was even more extreme than that of Tralock.
This is also why Agori originally intended to make Mochizuki Oboro a district manager.
But since the boss has made arrangements, I guess I'll just have to listen to him.
“A new contract.” Mochizuki Oboro reached out and took it, glancing at it.
Working hours are determined by Artoria and are not fixed. She can skip work without prior notice... isn't that a bit too comfortable?
From now on, Agguwen will only record attendance time and will be paid daily at an hourly rate of 300 QP. Bonuses and other income will depend on the boss's mood.
In short, after signing the contract, Mochizuki Oboro became Artoria's personal attendant. In principle, her job consisted of only one thing: serving her boss well.
The new contract was signed quickly; Mochizuki Oboro, who wasn't worried about being scammed, finished everything in just a few minutes.
Next, we should head to Artoria's place.
Enter the elevator, select the seventh floor, and then wait.
"Ding--"
After hearing the notification tone, Mochizuki Oboro stepped out of the elevator.
Strangely, the seventh floor was pitch black, a stark contrast to usual.
A power outage? That shouldn't be the case.
[Skill "Star Premonition (C)" has been activated.]
The body moved faster than the brain; Mochizuki Oboro dodged to the left, avoiding the attack from the darkness.
The second attack came in quick succession, with the attacker locking Mochizuki Oboro from behind, rendering him unable to move.
"Hehe, hahahaha—" The familiar laughter echoed in the void of darkness, adding a touch of eeriness.
Just as Mochizuki was completely bewildered, the lights were suddenly turned on. The sudden burst of bright light made Mochizuki instinctively close her eyes.
"boom--"
Several cannon salutes were fired, and colorful confetti was launched at Wangyuelong, giving him a real baptism.
The Knights of the Round Table, who are not focused on their duties, have been waiting here for a long time.
Mordred, the strongman who had been holding the man captive, released his grip and patted Mochizuki Oboro on the shoulder: "How was that? Surprised?"
Kai crossed his arms and grinned broadly: "From now on, you're no longer a newbie. Remember to watch out for all sorts of pranks!"
"So...that's how it is?" Mochizuki Oboro looked at the table full of delicious food: "What's that?"
“A celebratory banquet.” Tristan plucked a string on his harp. “Your status as a close attendant is the same as ours as that of a district manager. You are truly a legend of the fastest promotion.”
Wearing a chef's hat and holding a large pot of mashed potatoes, Gawain said, "It would have been really interesting if you had come and filmed the TV series with us back then."
Lancelot tossed his hair and whistled smugly: "Want to learn some essential skills of the Knights of the Round Table?"