Players' NPC boss

My parents lied to me that the world is beautiful.

They lied to me that there is Santa Claus in the world. Lucky children will receive gifts from their parents who pretend to be Santa Claus, while unlucky children...

They will be excited to know that there is Santa Claus in the world, but the next day they will look at the empty bedside and realize that Santa Claus does not exist.

The unlucky girl realized that it was a dream when she saw her Christmas gift.

When she woke up, she looked at the empty bedside without feeling lost or regretful.

Her parents promised that Santa Claus would come to deliver gifts, and made up a beautiful lie, and then ignored this beautiful lie, forgetting to tell more lies for this lie.

They have no ill intentions, they... just don't care about beautiful fantasies.

At least some beautiful things are not fantasies.

[Be kind and sincere to others] [Be compassionate] [Share happiness and difficulties together] [Suffering is a blessing] [Only hard work will be rewarded]...

But these are also false.

When she loudly denounced those falsehoods, people around her said that she was too extreme and too radical.

Parents will not tell their children that there is no right or wrong in this world, only hypocrisy and compromise.

They will only say this one day when the child is indignant and shouts that this is wrong and not right, "Stop being naive, this is how society works."

It was incredible growing pains. Even when she was awakened by the tearing twitching of her calf while sleeping, she did not shed so many tears.

Then she wiped her tears.

Perhaps her world is too colorful, so that the world around her seems gray.

So go build that world.

She came to a white research institute and met several geniuses with twisted and extreme hearts. They were cynical and looked like wolves, but they huddled in a small room.

The only thing that could make them speak human words was their joint project - uploading human consciousness, and criticizing her for playing the century-old golden song without permission.

They all wanted to give up their bodies and escape into the virtual world.

But it was not so easy to do. When the progress was stuck, the project was close to death, and the future was bleak, they began to complain the best.

She packed up her things and expressed her regret that this place was going to be closed.

She didn't hate it here because it was clean. Of course, it didn't mean that the environment was clean. In fact, it was like a garbage dump.

What was clean was this small world, where there was only right and wrong. If you did it wrong, you would be punished, and if you did it right, you would be praised and rewarded.

It was still a child's world.

They asked her what she wanted to do.

She wanted to make a world, a fantasy world. How fantasy... there would be people who stood up to help others, and those people would be rewarded.

Everyone would fight against an enemy together, and they would argue, but in the end they would always stand together, and their victory would be sincerely praised by people.

Even those in power would not hesitate to give their applause.

[Isn't that a game? ]

A gloomy girl criticized her answer with a slightly disdainful nasal voice.

[Then can you do it? 】

Her retort added some other colors to the pure white laboratory, and they began to make [games] that they had never touched before.

They had many problems, and the biggest problem was that they were stubborn and self-righteous. They wanted to make [masterpieces]. They had to be profound, the essence of comedy was tragedy, and they had to have depth, and they must not be superficial.

The most important thing was that they would not follow the trend of the masses, and they had to decide the preferences of the players.

They hadn't started yet, and she wanted to leave.

That was not a beautiful fantasy world, but just another sad reality.

She just wanted a place that was infinitely close to reality, for people like her to find what they should look like when they grow up.

Kind, compassionate, willing to sacrifice themselves for others, a superficial good person.

But she stayed in the end. She had a premonition that if she left, she would only be mediocre, either complaining about herself, or suddenly growing up and mature, and staying...then she at least seized the opportunity and worked hard for it.

She had to drag these guys who would only give up and complain about everything with her.

She changed because of this.

She has been a person who is good at observing people's words and expressions since she was a child. She clearly knows the lies and hypocrisy of adults, so she is quite handy in using them.

She used sweet words to obtain sponsorship and investment, and changed the settings of other people's masterpieces by soft and hard means, or changed the settings of other people's masterpieces before it was done. At the same time, she expanded the research field involved, studied psychology and improved AI.

In the end, her body was broken.

That mouth told more lies than the truth, and the hypocrisy on that face seemed real, and the true feelings seemed fake.

Her body seemed to be out of sync with her consciousness.

In order to pass the review of the equipment and games, she studied this aspect and published many papers, so she was very clear that she was sick, a mental illness related to virtual stealth.

Fortunately... the technology for uploading human consciousness has been gradually improved in the procedures for developing games, and her suicide will not fail.

[I really want to change back to my original appearance] [I really want to find my true self] [I really want to die].

She seemed to see her past self, glaring at herself, and although she opened her mouth without making any sound, she was saying words of rebuke.

What don't give up, come on...

That was the nonsense she said when she was young, and it was something she could easily refute now, but she was too tired to pay attention.

"Don't look at me like that, at least I completed such a beautiful world and filled the last hole of those idiots."

"I have changed, but at least I succeeded."

"So, I want to escape from the real world. Of course, I won't..."

[Quick...self...]

The young self made a little noise.

"Go back to your own world!"

Blazer's voice shattered the illusion of the young self, and at the same time, the young face appeared in her mind.

No wonder she hated Blazer so much. Looking closely at this guy...wasn't he made with the young look she had just entered the laboratory?

The fake Goth who had disliked her from the beginning actually violated the portrait rights.

Or in the eyes of that fake goth, is she a fool like Blaze who does nothing every day but never gives up buying apples and challenges herself to do things she can't do?

The sun god Ra was punched into the sky by Blaze, and his health was at the last point. The players consciously did not take action.

In this mother-son confrontation, it was never their turn to make the last blow. Of course, the biggest reason was that they were like two people at the same starting line, and then they reached their hands to hinder other heart runners who started, restraining each other.

Blaze pinched the neck of the sun god Ra and took out the twisted sword. On the gray sword, Blaze saw the roaring black beast knight.

The impulse brought by the black beast knight in his heart made Blaze also have the idea of ​​ending it neatly.

"This is the last one--"

The twisted sword fell down, and the hair that turned from golden to gray floated into the sky.