Manuke FPS

The day after I came back from the Green Ghost Labyrinth to camp, I dropped everything I had mapped out of yesterday on the map, and I was in the process of mapping the Green Ghost Labyrinth on a rapid pitch for the Labyrinth Harvest Festival.

Specifically, Frau and Meeche from Camellia (Southern Ka), who came into the labyrinth together as my escort, split inside the labyrinth and the two proceeded as they swept through the fountain of cleanliness.

When I said, I was traveling at high speeds toward an unfinished compartment of mapping.

Though the white light grass was blooming slightly, it still ensured vision in the dim underground passage in NV (Night Vision) mode, literally flying around the underground passage of the labyrinth with high-speed moving techniques commonly used in near-future SF shooters as well as in VMB.

Explaining the straif jump to the big mess, you can either go left or right against the direction you want to go, but jump slightly diagonally. If you jump to the front right at the same time, rotate your body direction slightly further in the air to the right.

The rotation angle changing this direction increases the distance traveled when jumping forward to the straif jump or accelerates the speed of the forward jump.

Continuous streaks can be moved farther and with more accelerated jumps by doing this continuously without stopping, alternating the direction of this from left to right.

Watch the map and listen to the surrounding sounds as you make a continuous streak. At the point where I am now, the surviving goblins are normal or about their superior species. Continuous strafe is not just a moving technique, it goes from this state into battle, sprinkling bullets to kill, and shooting down enemies.

There's a light point floating on the map, three to the left in the direction of travel. Hang your finger on the trigger on the P90 that sits in front of your chest. Adjust the direction of the straif and jump to the corner to the left while entering.

Fly firmly over the corners at the top of the jump, in the moment of being jumping, but sparingly align your crosshair to the height of the goblin's head. One at a time.

Carefully AIM, that is, there is no need to follow the aim.

All I have to do is pull the trigger as my body and crosshair travel through the air through Goblin's head.

Firing three fingers in a row, without confirming that the goblin was shot, continue straight ahead with Straif. I don't need confirmation, I've already had enough firing experience with goblins, I feel a good deal of shooting. The Demon Stone is behind us too, now make the mapping 100% as soon as possible.

Eventually, we needed another whole day before we could make the Green Ghost's Labyrinth mapping 100%. Still, it was done in two days from the Labyrinth Crusade, and it can be said that it was astonishing speed that drew up the minutes to be paid to the General Guild.

When I left the tent for mapping with the finished map, the sun had already fallen. But the surroundings were surrounded by red light by bonfires erected all over the exploration camp. Adventurers gathered continuously from the fortified city of Barga, and heard about the crusade, and merchants and workers are on their way here, too.

The Labyrinth Harvest Festival had already shown its beginnings as it became a white night without knowing to sleep.

As we entered the tent at Exploration Headquarters, Mr. Barold continued his work, even though it was already falling time for the day. And the other, Teng himself, guild investigator Remi, who sent me to the Green Ghost's Labyrinth, was waiting there.

"Map of the Labyrinth, done"

Good day, Mr. Schwartz.

Give Mr. Barold the map, and this will set me apart.

"Well done, Mr. Schwartz. You were right to ask me to."

"Thank you, Remi. But it might not have been right for me to ask for this job."

"Les, Remi...... I'll have the staff replicate this map, and I'll see you later, Mr. Schwartz"

You hated the disturbing air between me and Mr. Remi, Mr. Barold walked out of the shithole and headquarters tent. Now it's just me and Mr. Remi in this tent.

"Mr. Schwartz, is there a problem?

"Right......"

From there, he cited a number of problems since receiving this request. I don't mind if my mapping job turned into a crusade for the labyrinth because it's what I wanted, too. The question is, can my personal information as the creator of the map really be laid down, and in relation to the King Hua (Rafresia)?

"There will be no leakage of your information from King Hua (Rafflesia), if he invited you to the clan, he will not give information to another clan or organization to increase the number of competitors"

Remi sat at the desk where Mr. Barold sat and listened to me. True, if Heihua wanted my mapping skills, he wouldn't do anything to sprinkle my story so that solicitations from other clans wouldn't come.

"As far as the creators of the maps you have drawn in this request for cooperation are concerned, I will be responsible for keeping them secret"

"Something, that's catchy rhetoric"

You know what I mean? Mr. Schwartz, are you still willing to wholesale the map of the Labyrinth to the General Guild?

"No way, if I did that, this shutdown would be pointless. It was a good little money earner for me, but I'm overreacting to it personally."

"Then why don't you handle it personally?"

"Want me to accept the invitation of the King Flower?

"That's the one, no way, it is. I understand why you don't like Champion Flowers, but turning them against your enemies is not a good idea. It is the best clan in Kurt Melga with fame, the master of the modern era is given second place in the right to inherit the throne, Prince Kireek Kurt Melga. Among the masters of history, the next highest master after the first generation, the power of the current champion flower is also said to be the highest ever."

"I heard it was a clan in which royalty joins, is it a prince, I see..."

"If you're going to hang out with the current champion flower, you should have quite a back shield too"

"... I mean?

So Mr. Remi stepped out of the desk where he was sitting and approached me right in front of him. No, it's not the distance to approach, Remi's face, a little taller than mine, is coming to the end of my eyes and nose.

"Want to join the guild?

It was like a little bird chirping whispering love. On my ear, as I whisper to my heart, Mr. Remi's chirping continues.

"This is not the kind of story someone should ask me. To be honest, your map is dangerous, that's what I think."

"Danger, is it?

Naturally, my voice was whispering back. The distance to Mr. Remi is even shrinking. She also had short red hair and a brown aesthetic, her eyes staring at each other were light red eyes and her lips were plump and pink.

"You still seem to only draw maps of the labyrinth, but can you really draw maps of nature with similar precision?

You know what... I can only draw it, because I just need to trace it like a labyrinth.

And a map is a mass of information. I'm not sure to what extent this otherworldly military level is, but there is no such thing as an army, and instead the Knights fall for it.

I don't know what organization the Knights are made up of, but as far as the map of the labyrinth we've looked at in the General Guild's library, it feels like at least we don't have massive surveying techniques with us.

But if you create a trace map that uses my mapping, it can be an over-specified tactical map in this other world.

"Can this silence be seen as an affirmation?

I couldn't answer Remi's question. I didn't know how to answer correctly.

I'm sure this is also why King Hua wants me, it's not just a tool for a labyrinth crusade, I also looked ahead and craved my power.

"Yeah, I can draw"

It was a word I didn't want to admit. But there's no point in lying here. More than that, I had recognised that one end of VMB's power was too heterogeneous against this other world.

Keyword ”cheat" past my head, I'm the embodiment of the words that we FPS players have most repelled, cheetah... I'm not foreign in this other world, I'm just a cheetah...

"You look pale, but are you okay? I'm not going to blame you."

Mr. Remi's hand is turned on my back and rubs gently. It was like a lover hugging each other from the side.

"No, I'm fine... the response to your invitation to the Alliance is... just a moment"

"Fine, you'll get your reward from Lesmond in the General Alliance, and if you show your face, you'll get it out."

With that said, Mr. Remi walked away from me.

I was standing alone in a headquarters tent. I don't know what to do, can I keep using the power of this VMB? If we are to live in this other world, shouldn't we abandon this power and live as one universal race?

No... why should I live in this other world in the first place? Why am I here? I don't know, I don't know, someone, someone tell me...

"I... why... I'm here"

Picorn ♪

A VMB email ringtone echoed in my own Exploration Camp HQ tent.