Not only am I a handsome guy, but I’m also a crazy talented gamer?!

Episode 12

The boss is dying. This system has done a terrible thing(?). He gave away all 7 master items because of the extra experience. As if that wasn’t enough, an event?

The boss was going crazy.

The human server is his server, and it’s also his ambition. But the most perfect server was being broken by a human and bringer (?).

The system in Middle-earth is a brilliant A.I., the likes of which no other company has ever seen. But then again, Middle-earth didn’t need system AI.

It is a system without senses. The system just judges the situation and rewards the same whether it’s a human or a horse. It doesn’t know what it’s dealing with. The A.I. of Middle-earth gives everyone “equality”.

It gave Karen what she didn’t deserve. It’s all because of the system’s equality.

But humans are different. Those who are liked are rewarded, and those who are disliked are not rewarded, no matter what they do.

Of course, this makes humans very bad, but I, Karen, was already blessed with too much. I didn’t need a bonus event, and this system gave me the best one.

I did create a slightly difficult event with the A.I. at the end though. A room of gems, a room of items, and a room of blessings. You have to choose one of the three.

Of course, the Gem Room contained tons of top-tier gems, and the Item Room contained unique items. Entering either one would have saved the boss a lot of headaches.

But… the final room of blessings. I prayed that this wasn’t the only one. Of course, going to the other rooms would change the course of Middle-earth’s commerce.

The gems and items in the Gem Room and Item Room were worth their weight in gold, and Karen would have been able to take countless items if she hadn’t been able to limit her inventory.

But the Blessing Chamber was more than that.

In Middle-earth, there is a setting. The perfect setting. And a setting for endless popularity. There are gods, and there are divine and demonic realms. Of course, the Divine and Demonic Realms require tons of updates, so they’re not going to be open for a couple of years anyway. But gods do exist.

Gods can control everything in Middle-earth. According to the setting. They are secondary operators, but they live in Middle-earth, they were born in Middle-earth, and they have their minds. Their world is Middle-earth. They know everything about Middle-earth. They know where to find high-level items and where to go to make hundreds of millions.

Meeke, the goddess of choice. The ultimate good god.

Diablo the Demon God. The ultimate demon god.

We don’t know what their blessings are. We can only guess. All the gem and item rooms in the world can’t match their blessings. A misplaced setting in Middle-earth.

You’ve given the gods too much power, and you’ve given them the power to change the world. Of course, the good and evil gods will not descend on Middle-earth or interfere with it. After all, it was the president who set the gods’ settings.

The boss is going crazy right now. How dare you criticize him? (The boss is the main human server operator.)

“Mr. Park put a lightning bolt through his head!”

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear?”

Mr. Park, he’s too old-fashioned. Too principled. The president is a very new generation(?) figure compared to him. He is very unconventional and diverse.

“Principle 49, No. 2404. Operators cannot directly intervene in the middle world. Isn’t that right?”

“So, you want to be unemployed?”

“Oh, I see!”

“Kahahahahahaha-!”

The boss finally went crazy.

* * *

The black rain clouds coalesced into one small cloud. And settled over my head. It’s bad enough that there’s a black cloud in the cloudless sky, but it won’t leave my head. A very unpleasant thing that follows me around.

Krrrr… bang-!

Finally, the thunder and lightning began to strike.

“…What?”

Before it could materialize, I quickly entered Blood Emperor’s skill and shot two Diablo Enclaves. Enclave proved to be a very useful skill. It allows for surprise.

“Diablo’s Enclave?

It was just a regular enclave, but that had changed. A glance at the skill window revealed that all of the black magic had the ‘Diablo’ modifier. Something I hadn’t seen before.

“Is this… a blessing?

“Kuck! Holy shit! Didn’t they just change the name? You programming bastard! Kwahang.”

As I cursed the operator again, I suddenly felt like a lightning bolt had risen from the clouds and was about to strike me.

I thought, “He’s going to get me.

“Shield!”

The only shield I have left from my initial magic. If I can get through the enclave, I’ll be hit by the shield, which should soften the blow somewhat.

Urrr… bang-!

Thunder crashed once more, and lightning struck me. As soon as I saw the light, it reached me. Lightning was fast, after all. But my enclave was no ordinary one, and as soon as the lightning struck, it struck the thick black veil of the enclave and disappeared.

“Kahahahahaha! Is that all the operator can do?”

There was no need to use the shield.

* * *

“That bastard!”

The president was on the verge of fainting. How dare he dodge his lightning bolt! Punishment will last!

* * *

Suddenly, the sky cracked.

“Is it a bug?

A pillar of light, too vast to be called lightning this time, struck me through the crack.

‘Phew, I have the Enclave!’

My faith in the Enclave was suddenly sky-high. But my thoughts were soon corrected.

“…! How can the Enclave split before the pillar of light even reaches it!”

Literally. The light had split the dimensions of Middle Earth, and the Enclave had been bisected.

The Operator had said he could control every single cell in the Enclave, and this was it. I was lucky my body wasn’t split in two. The operator was amazing.

“Wow. Is this the power of the operator?

The pillar of light continued to imprint on my body. Without any hindrance.

* * *

“Kahahahaha, the operator is great!”

“Mr. Boss, maybe this isn’t your exit…….”

“No one’s watching, it doesn’t matter.”

“I did see it.”

“……!”

Mr. Lee is a principled man. You are an instinctualist (or worse, an egotist). When the two meet, the principled one wins.

What if Mr. Park tells the president?

“I’m fired.

“Oh, Mr. Park. Turn a blind eye just once, huh?”

Now he gets all cutesy.

“Hmmm, let’s consider it because of what you’re doing (letting yourself get the upper hand, regardless of your position, this is bound to happen).”

“You’ve turned into a bully. Eek!’

The president’s life was hard.

* * *

“Damn.

I woke up in the town square this time. I’m supposed to respawn at my last save location, which is consistent with the fact that I died once.

“You little operator bastard.”

“That’s right!

I begged, falling to the ground in a panic.

“It was a mistake, Mr. Operator. Please don’t listen to a lowly user.”

I can’t explain why I’m doing this, it’s just a survival instinct, but after seeing the greatness of the moderator, I can’t help but think: “Damn it, I can’t even speak properly anymore.

“Damn, now I can’t even speak properly, poor Karen!

“Ho ho, that’s funny.”

“……?”

I stopped clasping my hands together in front of me and lifted my face to look at the asshole who was arguing with me.

“Who the fuck…are you…….”

I was about to yell at the top of my lungs, but then I looked at the other person’s face and realized that the idea of addressing someone by their first name was ridiculous.

I blushed, and he looked at me with a thin smile.

“Ah… I mean… Sue.”

“No, you’re not wrong, because I did interrupt you.”

“No, you’re not, I was talking out of my ass, I’m sorry.”

The other user is female. I am a very well-mannered (who?) player.

I’m a well-mannered player (phew….) who never swears (when have I ever not sworn?), who has a great spirit of play (who the hell is that?).

The female player had long black hair and very fair skin.

“Did you fix her to be as white as me?

My white skin was initially given to me when I created my character. But this female user’s skin matched her face naturally and gave off a very nice vibe.

I fell in love with her at first sight, her eyes were beautiful, and her features were beautiful. Of course, being pretty didn’t change my attitude (of course it didn’t).

“No, I’m sorry, it was a mistake, and I’ll do you a favor to make up for it!”

“Here’s your chance to score points!

She hesitated for a moment… and then her crimson lips parted.

“Hmm… would you like to hunt with me? I’m a cleric, and I’ve learned a bit about necromancer, which might come in handy.”

The class system in Middle-earth is a bit unique. You could get multiple classes before mastering a single one, and there’s a reason for that, too.

It makes leveling up very, very difficult. However, it’s not uncommon for players to get bored and start a second class before mastering the first.

Especially with swordsmen and mages, there are tons of combinations. Even if it’s hard to level up, it’s the same amount of experience you’ll need to get to Two-Master anyway, so it can relieve some of the boredom.

That seems to be the case with her.

“Hmmm… a cleric. I’m thinking of quitting this game soon, and I’ve never been to a party before, so it would be hard for you to come with me.”

Clerics are an essential part of party play.

Clerics are necessary because potions are expensive for the average player. With all the blessings and heels they have, they can go on long and fast hunts.

I’ve seen on the homepage (I only look at the homepage when I’m not playing) that clerics are very often partying on their own, but I’ve never chosen a cleric because I find them too boring.

“I’m fine.”

“I hunt by myself, is that okay?”

There can be up to six players in a party, and party play works best with more people.

Two players are the worst.

“It’s fine, ah… I was just wondering if you were feeling too uncomfortable…….”

She frowned a little on her pretty face.

“No, on the contrary, I’d be honored if you’d give me a party.”

“Ho-ho, okay.”

“What’s your name?”

This is the procedure for requesting a party.

“I’m Renee. Please call me Renee.”