You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

Wearing a black hoodie, Yosuke Shimazaki, who looked much more mature and slightly thin but still healthy, paused for a moment when he heard the question.

"Is it strange that I'm a rice lover as a Japanese person? Although the rice in the other world is slightly inferior in taste."

No, that's not what I meant!

Why don't you realize this even after everyone's already explained it to you, Uncle?

The young man who couldn't help but vehemently criticize was named "Takaoka Keifumi," Yosuke's nephew. Both wore glasses, and upon closer inspection, some resemblance could be seen. However, compared to the "ordinary middle-aged" Yosuke, Keifumi had a more delicate appearance.

There's nothing that can be done about it, after all, Yosuke is no longer young.

—The time is seventeen years later.

In 2017, Yosuke, who had been in a coma for seventeen years after being hit by a truck during his high school years, finally regained consciousness.

Although his soul was summoned to "Grangbahamar" where he experienced a magnificent adventure, on Earth he was just a middle-aged man with no education, no assets, and even his interpersonal relationships were about to be lost.

He is 34 years old and has spent half of his life in a hospital bed...

Fortunately, even on Earth, his "translation" ability is still usable. He is currently using magic to shoot online video clips and has officially debuted on YouTube—a situation that is extremely tragic for a transmigrator, but he seems to be enjoying it quite a bit.

His only connection in modern society is his nephew Jingwen, who is also the only one who knows his true story. The two are currently living a poor and frugal life as roommates in a simple apartment.

As for why Jingwen lost his composure, just look at the light screen floating in the room and you'll know.

It's a kind of magic that can project memories in the form of videos. Sometimes, when Jingwen is very interested in his uncle's adventures in another world, and Yangjie feels that it's not easy to describe, he will use this magic to directly play the situation at that time.

Being able to directly witness the customs and culture of another world, as well as the various clashes of swords and magic, always excites Jingwen—a man is a boy until he dies, and who hasn't imagined their own otherworldly adventure during their chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) period?

Of course, not all of Yosuke's seventeen years of memories could be released; he would only use magic when something interesting was mentioned.

For example, just now, when Jingwen asked him if he had any close female friends in the other world, he shared his interactions with the appraiser.

He considers his love life to be a blank slate for the past seventeen years, and for him, someone like the appraiser, with whom he can have normal conversations, is already considered to have a good relationship.

However, Jingwen seems to have a different opinion.

"And then?" Jingwen took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, first apologizing to his uncle, and then picking up his coffee.

"What happened next?"

"How about what?"

"You and the appraiser..."

"That's all. I went back to the hotel after I finished my business."

"..."

"Speaking of which, the next day, Iori invited me to go out for a walk, but halfway there he disappeared. Just then, I ran into the appraiser."

"Oh, oh, oh! This is it, a chance encounter, the classic scene is here!"

Jingwen became excited: "Mr. Iori is such a good person! And then, and then?"

"After nodding my farewell, I returned to the hotel," Yosuke said calmly. "After all, I couldn't find Iori anywhere."

"Why!!!"

boom!

The young man slammed his fist on the table in frustration: "How can you just go back like that, taking it for granted!"

"...You seem even angrier than I am."

Yosuke waved his hand: "Don't get so excited. Iori must have had something to do to leave halfway through. He's not the kind of person who would deliberately break a promise."

"That's not what I meant! No, that's exactly what I meant!"

Didn't my uncle ever think about why he left?

"Ugh?"

"and many more!"

Jingwen suddenly calmed down, clutching his hair in anguish, and it took him a long time to recover: "Even if I realize it now, there's no way to undo it... Let it be... This way, Uncle, you might be happier!"

"Although I feel offended, I appreciate your kindness. Thank you, Shangwen."

Yosuke chuckled and said, "Let's not talk about that now, let's continue playing Alien Warrior!"

"I feel like I don't have the strength anymore... Speaking of which, is it really possible to play games in another world, on a game console?"

While most are single-player games, requiring only the game software, the power supply, monitor, cables, and other such components... the environment must be quite difficult to maintain, right?

Jingwen was a little curious. As far as he knew, consoles and software were things that needed to be carefully preserved. Not to mention carrying them around all day, even if they were just kept in a room, they had to be careful not to get them damp. So how did his uncle manage to preserve these things in the harsh environment of another world?

"Is it Mr. Iori's spatial magic?"

"I can't keep bothering him. Besides, I have to explore the maze and find a way back during the day, so I only have time to play after dinner. I did suggest sleeping in the same room as him, but he refused."

"That's understandable..."

"But magic is such a convenient thing!"

I asked the spirits of light, light, and sound to project the image from the screen directly, just like you saw. This way, I can keep the console and screen in a safe box and start playing with just a controller.

"Oh, it has a cyberpunk magic feel to it. Uncle, you're very creative."

"I also tried asking the spirits to transmit images and sounds directly into my brain... That was a very rare experience. Everything was extremely clear, even more detailed than what I could see with my own eyes. Perhaps my brain automatically filled in the details? In any case, it was an experience I will never forget."

Especially when playing in first-person perspective, it feels like you've become a character in the game!

"Magic is truly amazing to be able to do something like this!"

Jingwen looked at his uncle with admiration, thinking that although his thought process was a bit off, he was definitely not an ordinary person.

"But Uncle, you're still using a monitor..."

“That would put too much strain on the brain. A monitor and a magic screen are much more relaxing,” Yosuke said, seemingly philosophically. “Games were invented to help people relax. If we force ourselves to take on a greater burden, wouldn’t that defeat the purpose?”

"Uncle's idea is brilliant; many players don't realize that... sigh?"

As they spoke, the projection screen floating in the air had already changed to a different scene.

It probably just happened to reflect what my uncle was thinking; it was a view from his own first-person perspective:

In the dark room, he pulled a well-preserved box from under the bed and excitedly opened it with both hands.

"Oh, this is what I did when I was playing games. Jingwen, weren't you curious? Take a good look at how I used the power of magic to successfully spread the greatness of Sega to another world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another projection screen unfolded within the memory screen, initially appearing as a red expanse, then revealing large white characters—

[Switch]

Snapped!

Yosuke reached out to close the memory screen, but Kei-man silently pressed down on his shoulder, and the two fell into a long and unspeakable silence.

"……………………uncle?"

"no!"

Let's reject it first, no matter what!

"I didn't betray you... The fairy of memories made a mistake. This was in the first few days after I arrived in this other world. I thought I might never be able to go back, and that I would never be able to play Sega consoles again, so... so... okay, loneliness made me weak, which is why Nintendo took advantage of my vulnerability!"

The uncle was filled with regret: "I didn't want this to happen either! But I had no choice, didn't I? I was forced into this situation... And, even though I was holding the Switch controllers, I kept imagining them as Sega's!"

[Hey! What's with this smoothness? Is it really okay to be this silky smooth? Machiavellian? I'm starting to understand why Sega lost, hey!]

"..."

"……uncle!"

No! Let me explain!

No, it's Sega, Sega will definitely forgive me! That's technology from twenty years in the future, so it's understandable that I would have such thoughts, right?

If it were a product from the same era, Sega would absolutely not lose to anyone! My love for Sega will never waver!

call out!

In his excitement, Yosuke casually made the light screen rotate, switching from first-person to third-person perspective—this magic was essentially recorded and replayed objectively by the fairy spirit, so even things the person himself was unaware of would be recorded.

This change led the uncle and nephew to see a new figure appear on the screen—

It's Iori.

The door was ajar, and the man stood there quietly looking at the scene inside the room, holding the packaging box of the Saturn console in his hand.

In his memory, Yosuke was sometimes excited and tearful, sometimes filled with remorse, and sometimes kneeling down and begging for mercy, muttering his suggestions to Sega, but his hands moved as if they had become muscle memory.

That expression... Iori's expression was like that of Judas who had accepted thirty silver coins, with Christ-like compassion in his eyes.

Then, quietly and slowly, he closed the door and left Yosuke Shimazaki's world.

"..."

"..."

"………………uncle?"

Not hearing Jingwen's words, Yangjie stood up, turned around without saying a word, walked into the toilet, and closed the glass door behind him.

"uncle?!"

Jingwen panicked, and the next moment he heard a wail that would have caused his neighbors to flood his phone with complaints.

"Aa ...

"Calm down, Uncle, this is all in the past, it's not a big deal!"

"I...I...I want to be reborn as a seashell in my next life!"

"shell?"

"I'm not a human being anymore!"

"uncle!"

Chapter 258: Please control your expressions, both of you.

Despite many unpleasant events, Iori's otherworldly adventure has been relatively smooth.

Yosuke's goal is to find a way back to his hometown, and to do so, he actively gathers various intelligence, especially legends about the various transmigrators. Iori, on the other hand, is very interested in the various labyrinths of this world, as well as the legendary ancient magical artifacts.

Therefore, the two chose to become adventurers. Firstly, they could increase their understanding of the world while carrying out missions. Secondly, the higher the adventurer's level, the greater their authority in the guild, and the more advanced the intelligence resources they could obtain.

As for the mission rewards, they really don't care. Not to mention that Iori himself doesn't lack heavy metals like gold, the rewards from exploring the dungeon alone are enough for them to live a very wealthy life.

—After all, these two's speed of clearing levels is on a completely different level from that of ordinary adventurers.

"A hero? So this world does have a similar setting after all."

"That's right, and there are quite a lot of them."

In the hotel lobby, Iori was eating lunch while telling Yosuke about the information she had found.

"Didn't you feel any sense of incongruity after arriving in 'Glangbahamar'?"

“A sense of incongruity?” Yosuke pondered for a moment. “If you put it that way, there is indeed something that bothers me—this world lacks a certain ‘fantasy’ feel. It’s supposed to be a world of swords and magic, yet all we see are humans.”

“That’s right, that’s it.” Iori nodded. “You’ve hit the nail on the head. The main intelligent race in this world is humans, and the presence of demi-humans is very low.”

“That’s right. Generally speaking, there are always dwarves in blacksmith shops, female potion sellers have elf ears, and sages in libraries wear wide-brimmed hats and look like they’ve just woken up… But it’s not like that here at all.”

Yosuke expressed his disappointment quite bluntly: "Monsters can't talk either. When I first saw the slime here, I was really looking forward to seeing if there would be one that said, 'I'm not a bad slime.'"

"That's true, but your stereotypes are way too extreme... You've even played Dragon Quest? I thought you only liked Sega."

“I basically only play Sega games, but Dragon Quest is different.” Yosuke said matter-of-factly.

"Well... continuing from where we left off, we've been here for a while now, but we've only ever encountered humans. We haven't seen a single demi-human yet, which is quite rare in a fantasy world."

However, races such as elves, giants, and dwarves do exist in this world. The reason we don't encounter them is because these demi-human races are either few in number or live in isolated environments, and few individuals venture into human society.

"Is there a problem with that?" Yang Jie asked, puzzled. "Although it is indeed a pity that I can't see the demi-human race, I have already made many close friends among the elves and dwarves in the game, so it doesn't matter if I don't have them in real life."

"You're so open-minded!"

Iori said very seriously, "Putting aside the matter of making friends, think back, in most fantasy works, although the number of members in the hero's team varies, aren't there a few essential elements?"