Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"...you leave the dream seat, won't this place be a terrible weapon that will be used on us in the future, right?"

"arms?"

Rope glanced at what was in his hand.

"No, it's just a 'game'.I am here also to set the link between "game" and "reality". "

He lifted the radiant sphere.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? The greatest contribution of the essence of "Dreamland", I created this world, the unreal and the real parallel, a real dream game that can be experienced by all beings! "

The world of Bloodborne: Curse.

Combining the power of the three gods, the God of Disaster, the God of Suspicion, and the God of Games, a rough prototype has been completed at this moment.

Hunter's Dreamland, Forbidden Woods, Yanan, Byronweis, Cainhurst Castle, Nightmare Frontier... Familiar maps appear in their hands.

Not only that, Rope also added his understanding and Easter eggs that fit the customs of this world, and the HTC level is even higher.

"what……"

Jibril made a one-syllable perfunctory statement.

She understood every word of those words, but why couldn't they understand them together?

It's not that the girl is ignorant, it's just that the Flügel's personality makes her less interested in something purely entertaining like "games".

Within the Flügel, the closest equivalent to this term is "hunting."

"By the way, is Miss Jibril busy right now?"

"The Flügel has always been idle..." Jibril muttered with dissatisfaction: "After you killed that god-seeking fire-playing god, we will be even more idle..."

"If that's the case, why don't you come and try my "game"? "

Rope handed the radiance sphere to Jibril and said with a smile.

"You're lucky. You'll be the first to experience this great innovation."

"Will I be kept in your dream like a specimen? Or will it be torn apart like a rag if I touch it? Or do you plan to use it for "innovative" experiments? ……Kidding. "

Jibril tilted her head.

"You are a god, and I don't have the right to refuse based on strength alone. It's just that Lord God of Disaster, can you allow me to ask you a question like the last time I answered my doubts?"

"can."

"As long as intelligent creatures in this world know, the battle between you and Lord Artesius is just around the corner."

Jibril stared at the smiling black-haired youth.

"Why are you doing things here that have nothing to do with combat preparations so easily?"

Do not understand.

Her creator, the god of war, is the strongest god species.

There is no doubt about that.

It stands to reason that Rope, who is regarded as an opponent by Arto, should also pay attention to his enemies like Arto.

But Rope didn't. Instead, he was as relaxed as a wild tour, making "games" in the cozy woods.

"Battle ready? I'm ready for that kind of thing at any time."

The black-haired youth smiled and pointed to his chest.

"My outlook for the future does not conflict with my preparations for battle. Even if Artosh appears in front of me now, he will definitely be able to fight him with the strongest posture. In addition, I am not Artosh's "fateful enemy" ”, why do I have to let his figure occupy all of me? "

Rope's statement left Jibril speechless.

Self-confidence, high fighting spirit, and even the details of looking forward to the future beyond the height of God of War are not something she can do.

Sure enough, it was only natural for her to be ignored by Artesu-sama... Jibril thought bitterly.

Maybe this is the gods.

Aside from these things that already had the answer, the girl stood up from the ground and moved her body like stretching.

"Okay, that's the end of the question. Just like you, I'm ready for whatever tricks you have. It's time to pay for my bad luck."

"Don't make it sound like I'm going to do something terrible to you, it's just a "game"..."

Rope shook his head and let the glowing sphere slowly fly into the air.

The fictitious light overwhelmed the Flügel and the Gods.

The feeling of weightlessness occupied Jibril's mind.

During the bizarre shuttle, the girl saw a lot of ominous things.

A priest who chops something with a knife.A bloodthirsty monster roaring in the sky.Blonde woman sitting on the clock tower with her head bowed.Lying on top of the statue, a terrifying existence wrapped in flames...

Unheard of strange creatures opened up in Jibril's eyes like a new world.

Then came complete darkness.

Cold and trembling, when Jibril regained consciousness, she felt cold and powerless in surprise.