Chapter 140: Someone's Hobby 2
TL/Editor: Raei
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After finishing something outside of the game, I had to finish something inside the game as well.
"Ah, this must be the rideable golem."
"The craftsmanship of its joints is exceptional. I don't know who made it, but I'd want them as an assistant!"
A swarm of eager mages had gathered around the still-here giant snake boss and the rideable golem.
Last time, without much thought, I started a donation-driven Q&A session for my viewers.
The aftermath of that was rather heated.
Normally, most viewers just send playful messages with questionable intentions, but in front of a mage, they spouted all kinds of expert knowledge.
Donations, not just the usual amounts of 5,000 or 10,000 but even 50,000 and 100,000, accompanied by questions flaunting obscure physics knowledge.
I wasnt sure if these questions were genuine, but one thing was clear:
Since then, mages have been flocking like bees to honey.
"Hanna! You've made another remarkable discovery!"
"It's not just my discovery. Our group found it. In fact, our nun was the one who activated that device, and Roland was the one who discovered the hidden pathway and held off the monster."
Even now, despite clearly showing that I didn't want to talk, they approached, invading my space.
Maybe they've been so focused in their research that they can't read a woman's emotions, or maybe they just stubbornly chose to ignore them.
Thankfully, Charlotte intervened.
She was already here on the 30th floor.
Compared to the mages who just arrived, she seemed to hold a greater authority.
The knight-type golem belongs to the North
This golem is in this laboratory
If the monster's corpse remains, the gate
There may be an empty hangar
It seemed Roland also didn't want to deal with the mages.
After whispering a few words to Charlotte and her maid, he quickly retreated to our group.
The chat didn't care for the bothersome aftermath either.
Naturally, the stream had been turned off a while ago and the camera drone aimlessly hovered above my head.
With the stream off and our adventure paused, the exhilaration from the battle had everyone eager for a celebratory drink.
Perhaps this is the charm of a virtual reality game.
A medley of scents intensely imprinted itself on my senses: the sizzle of hot oil, the aroma of well-cooked meat topped with its accompanying sauce, the warmth of various stews and soups, the sharp tang of strong alcohol, and even the faint, musky odor of an adventurer's sweat from the next table.
Alright! Weve conquered the 30th floor! To our adventures blessed by the Goddess-!
To our adventures!
The usual after-party at the Lucky Scoundrel.
Steaming dishes are set on the table, glasses clash and froth spills over.
In reality, such a messy scene would have been irksome, but here, it simply added to the festive atmosphere.
If this were the real world, I wouldn't have indulged in such greasy food.
Spicy chicken with strong beer, steaks dripping with butter, and chops thoroughly marinated in spices.
From the perspective of someone who maintains their figure with regular exercise and diet, eating this would mean sticking to chicken breast for a week.
Actually, given how accustomed ones body becomes to a cleaner diet, it might be harmful to eat like this.
Hanna! Our mage! Expert at finding golems and handling mysterious devices!
You were truly amazing, Hanna!
Amazed by the quality of the virtual reality game, we chewed on an array of dishes.
But why are my companions already so drunk?
Why does the game simulate all senses but not the sensation of intoxication?
I felt slightly warm, but compared to my peers, it was nothing.
Grace, who kept lifting her glass in drunken toasts, and Katie, who with flushed cheeks, began praising the knight-like golem, seemed truly drunk.
As for me, I felt as if I had only drunk water.
Ah, the effects of alcohol.
A thoroughly drunk Grace began clinging to Roland's arm.
Roland, being a natural 6 tank, seemed unaffected by alcohol.
Instead of beer, he was chugging some fierce-looking liquor and easily supported Grace.
Irene, about Katie..."
Yes, just like last time, Ill take her to the temple to rest. Ah, now that I think of it, since it's Katie and not Kaiden, I might need to adjust the guest accommodations a bit.
Roland was already on his feet, assisting Grace.
Irene, on the other hand, was guiding Katie toward the temple.
Naturally, I knew who I needed to follow.
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