Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes

Looking around at the horrific scene, he was incredulous and instinctively wanted to vomit, but Myōhō Muramasa wouldn't let him. He kept hearing demands for more life and more blood, and even the smell of blood gradually became fragrant in his nostrils, as tempting as nectar.

The knife was terrifying, but what was even more terrifying was that he found himself unable to get rid of it, unable even to throw it away.

So, is the goal of this game to take revenge using the demon sword?

He glanced at the progress bars on the left and right sides of the view.

The knife-shaped progress bar accumulated a little, while the humanoid progress bar remained blank without any change.

Oshima Umeta is a hardcore multi-genre gamer. Although he had never played an immersive game before, he quickly got the hang of it and roughly knew what he needed to do.

First of all, the game's main boss is the Tokugawa Shogunate. Given that Ii Naomasa is still alive, the so-called Tokugawa Shogun can only be Tokugawa Ieyasu.

So is this a game where monsters roam freely, a drastically altered version of history?

The objective was to assassinate Tokugawa Ieyasu.

The problem is that this old guy was known as the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. In an era when most people didn't live long, he lived to be 74 years old. It took more than ten years for Ii Naomasa to die before he was old enough to die. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have died so soon.

However, considering that this is a game and there is a possibility of historical alterations, it's not entirely out of the question.

After all, even the demon sword has appeared.

The knife-shaped progress bar likely represents the accumulation of experience or powerful skills, while the humanoid one might indicate damage taken.

But now, where should he go?

Is this an open game world? Does it matter how the process unfolds, as long as the goal is achieved?

He hesitated for a moment, considering that there might be more pursuers behind him, and perhaps enemies that he couldn't deal with for the time being, so he searched the corpse.

The result was that they managed to find some Tongbao copper coins and Ding silver, but they didn't know their value.

Then, I removed the cloth strips and completely wrapped the Myoho Muramasa. Since I couldn't find a suitable handle, I tied it up as well, which made it barely handy.

After doing all this, he chose a direction that he felt was safe to leave.

He decided to find a place to develop first, carefully study the gameplay, and see if there were any ways to level up and acquire skills.

Since there are monsters in this game, you don't necessarily have to kill people to gain experience.

If possible, he doesn't want to cause more killing, even among game NPCs.

Their performances were so lifelike that killing them felt no different from killing a real person; the only difference was that this knife could transform all discomfort into excitement.

But what if he puts down the knife? He can't put it down in the game, but he doesn't have a knife in real life.

The Muramasa gave him a feeling that was both familiar and terrifying, and it could also corrupt the mind. It didn't seem like a weapon that a righteous person should use.

Besides finding a safe place, their identity information also needs to be checked, otherwise they won't even know what grudges or enemies they have.

However, as a player, it seems that you really don't need to know.

I don't know who I am, I don't know where I am, but I know I'm about to go on a killing spree.jpg

Chapter 145: Ethan Reno

He needs to change his clothes first.

The attire of those foot soldiers' corpses was too conspicuous, and they were stained with a lot of blood, making them particularly eye-catching. If we were to change into their clothes, the effect would be no different, or even worse.

His clothes were tattered, but at least they weren't stained with much blood when he committed the murder, so he wouldn't be treated like a murderer.

So the islander needs to find a village so he can change his clothes and hide himself, at least so that no one can tell he's different at a glance.

As we traveled, the sky gradually brightened, and a light mist rose from the forest, making it difficult to discern directions.

"It's been almost four or five hours since I entered the game. If this keeps up, will I never wake up in real life?"

Oshima was worried that if he had to spend several days in the game before he could quit, it would be a big problem.

He could only hope that the flow rate in the game was different from that in reality.

"Humph!"

As they ran, a wild boar suddenly burst out of the bushes, its eyes bloodshot, and charged headlong towards the island.

In Oshima's eyes, even the wild boar had seven red rays.

This time, Myōhō Muramasa did not show any signs of encroaching on the island's rationality; perhaps it only wanted to kill living people.

Oshima had no qualms about dealing with wild boars.

He picked up the demon sword, without removing the bandages, and focused his mind to find the easiest path to connect the seven red lights before swinging the sword.

instant--

The wild boar collapsed to the ground without struggling at all.

I always feel like I'm playing Fruit Ninja.

Oshima didn't stop, preparing to continue on his way. Just then, two people emerged from the bushes, one big and one small, like a hunter father leading his child in a hunt through the forest.

Their prey glanced at the peacefully sleeping wild boar on the ground, then at the long knife on the island. The hunter father shielded his son behind him, gripped his bow and arrow tightly, and carefully took a few steps back.

"Sir, we apologize for bumping into you. We'll be leaving now."

Oshima's expression shifted, urging them to leave quickly, but he could only make strange hoarse sounds. His hand involuntarily raised the knife, and a twitching smile appeared on his lips. Combined with his attire, he looked like a complete madman.

"run!"

The hunter father quickly grabbed his child and ran back the way they had come.

But after running only a few steps, the child felt a forceful push. Looking back, he saw his father's headless corpse, falling helplessly toward him.

Behind the corpse was a vast island, resembling a blood-soaked demon.

"father--"

The child was agitated and gripped the crude dagger in his hand, wanting to fight back, but in a flash, his expression quickly darkened.

thump.

After killing the two men, Oshima slowly regained his senses, accompanied by clearly audible breathing sounds.

Looking at the two corpses in front of him, he supported himself with his knife, feeling a chill run through his body.

It's like this again, it's like this again!

Is it really impossible for him to control this knife?

The knife-shaped progress bar in the upper left corner continued to rise a little bit; I wonder what will happen when it's full.

In his current state, he absolutely cannot go to crowded places, otherwise he will completely lose control of himself and only create a hellish scene.

But if he can't see anyone, how can he figure out his own identity and whether the purpose of the game is to kill Tokugawa Ieyasu?

Are you suggesting we send him through the wilderness to Edo Castle and then fight our way in?

Although his will may be pushed to the other side when he kills, he can actually recall that feeling afterwards. Even if he doesn't want to recall it, his brain will force him to recall it again, as if afraid that he won't remember it clearly enough.

The contrast between the excitement and pleasure he felt during the killing and his current distress and self-reproach is stark, as if he has a split personality, with his brain fighting against itself.

After standing silently beside the bodies of the father and son for a moment, he changed into their clothes and found a place to simply bury them.

In the forest trails, the island was bewildered and helpless.

He was unsure whether to follow this path, in case it led to a village and he encountered even more people.

Now, which direction should I go?

"If it is convenient for you, sir, you might be willing to come and visit my humble abode."

In another game.

After the hunter and his child bled the wild boar, they addressed the ragged ronin before them with some restraint and respect.

The man, carrying the slightly trembling Myōhō Muramasa on his back and a sheathed wakizashi (short sword) in his hand, gave them a bright smile, then pointed to his mouth and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, it was I who offended you."

The hunter immediately understood and quickly knelt down to apologize.

He waved his hand, pointed to his own clothes, and then pointed to the hunter's clothes.

"Understood, I understand. Please follow me. There are a few sets of clothes in my humble abode, and you may also have some food."

The hunter carried his prey on his back and led the ronin home.

'Interesting, it feels completely natural, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a real human being.'

'Is there any connection between this game and the various unusual events that have recently occurred in Japan?'

What can I gain from this?

He was the second player to be invited, Ethan Reynolds.

Yes, he is a foreigner.

I came to Japan to study during my high school years and am currently studying at Waseda University.

His original plan was to work in the financial industry after graduation, quickly build up his network and capital, and borrow a small sum of 50 million yuan from his family as start-up capital to officially start from scratch and try to become a qualified capitalist.

However, his life has now taken a small but exciting turn.

'Why does this knife always seem to want to kill people for no reason? It clearly still has some use, so why not use it all before killing?'

'stupid.'

Myōhō Muramasa seemed to know what he was thinking, and his trembling revealed disbelief.

This person seems even more vicious than it.

It stopped trembling.

Perhaps they felt that giving this person free rein would be more effective than it struggling to seize control.

More importantly, this person has a strong will and is not tempted by him at all. Even when he kills, it is his own intention to kill, and it has little to do with the demon sword.

It's as natural as picking up chopsticks to eat.

Renault followed behind the hunter, while the boy helped his father, occasionally turning back to look at Renault with curiosity in his eyes, especially when his gaze fell on the wakizashi, which he envied.

In comparison, his little dagger seemed so shabby and inconspicuous.

Renault noticed his curiosity and handed him the ribs with a smile.

"Ah! No, no! I'm sorry, I was just looking, I didn't want it, please forgive my offense!" The boy's face turned deathly pale, and he quickly and skillfully knelt down to apologize.

The hunter father turned around nervously and was terrified to see Reno handing him the knife. He broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sir, he is still young and doesn't understand anything. If he has done anything wrong, please let me take the blame for him!"

Renault made a sighing gesture, calmly placed the wakizashi into the boy's hand, and then patted Myoho Muramasa, who was behind his back.

"Was this... was this lent to him?"

The hunter asked cautiously, not daring to say "play," for fear of being offensive, nor daring to say "give," for how could a samurai easily give away his sword, especially to a child?

Renault nodded.

"Quickly, quickly thank the master! We mustn't get his knife dirty!"

The hunter breathed a sigh of relief and slapped the child on the back of the head.

"Thank you! Thank you!" The boy hugged the rib tightly, kowtowing repeatedly in gratitude.

After this series of events, the hunters' vigilance towards him dropped to almost nothing.

The boy held the halberd, playing with it like a precious treasure, as if trying to imprint its shape completely in his mind, and occasionally stealing glances at Reno.

After walking for about half an hour, we finally saw a house on the edge of the village.

Looking out over the village from this vantage point, you can see fields, streams, and scattered houses.

"Please come in, please come in. Our home is rather simple. I'll prepare some food and clothes for you. Would you like some water to take a bath?"

Renault shook his head to indicate that he didn't need it.

He was ushered into the house, which was a very ordinary old-style Japanese house with nothing special about it.

A moment later, the hunter came over carrying a piece of clothing, followed by a woman, who was probably his wife.

"Greetings, Sir Samurai."

"My lord, this is my foolish wife."