Huh? Are they all real?...

Yes, her teacher never lied to her.

She never lied to herself, this useless, decorative princess.

Moreover, without its own teachers, the country, and even itself, would have long been submerged in the torrent of history by the conspiracy of one or more individuals.

It was her teacher who pulled this crumbling ancient empire back to life, and it was her teacher who always protected her, this mere ornament with only bloodline.

Therefore, as a descendant of Baratheon, she didn't care about Baratheon's glory and power, nor about the country, because these things never belonged to her, the last queen who should have been a puppet.

It was her teacher who slowly pieced everything back into her hands.

All she truly possessed was this teacher who loved her dearly.

My teacher has never lied to me even once!

So the Queen believed her once again.

Knowing it was time, the Duke released the Queen's hand and pointed to his heart, saying:

“Like you, I am an angel of Sequence Two. Come, stab me in the heart. This is just a fine fake; it cannot kill an angel.”

The empress held the dagger but did not stab.

This caused the Duke to have a slight doubt, but then, seeing through everything, the Duke smiled and said:

"You can't let all my efforts go to waste for such a ridiculous reason, can you?"

The Queen was merely resisting harming the Duke.

"Your Majesty, look outside! Time is running out!"

Upon hearing this, fearing that she had made her teacher's efforts all in vain, the Queen immediately gritted her teeth and plunged the dagger in her hand into the Duke's heart.

Once the palace is breached, the teacher's efforts will naturally be in vain.

But just as the dagger pierced the Duke's heart...

The Empress then discovered the truth.

This is no exquisite fake; this is absolutely a truly destined death!

That murderous weapon that once slew the gods!

Because she could feel the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence One within her body being activated rapidly.

She completed the Sequence One ritual of the Glory Path, and she killed another great enemy of the same Path and Sequence!

This is definitely not something that can be faked by a fake death!

Did she really kill her teacher?!

But when did I take the Sequence One potion? And why didn't I notice it before?

After a brief moment of confusion, the Queen remembered that earlier that day, also in this very place, she had drunk a bowl of hot porridge.

The teacher cooked it for her herself. Although she didn't know what porridge was, she naturally drank it since the teacher made it herself.

It didn't have much of a smell, but it made me feel warm all over.

So, that's a magic potion?!

But how could a potion remain silent for so long?

But before the empress could think further, the warm touch spreading across her hand completely jolted her awake.

"teacher?!"

The Queen, regaining her senses, immediately tried to pull out the dagger of destiny. The angel could no longer be considered human, and the blood loss from pulling out the dagger was far less fatal than leaving the dagger of destiny.

If they can pull out the dagger, they might still be able to save their teacher.

But the Duke held the Queen's hand firmly and kept pressing it down.

This dagger is no longer piercing the Duke's heart; it's piercing the Queen's heart!

"Why, teacher?"

The empress, kneeling down, cried out these words.

The duke, who had firmly held down the empress's hands, chuckled:

"This matter cannot be covered up by faking your death. If you want to obtain this country peacefully, you must also become the first in line. Therefore, I must die!"

Realizing the situation was already decided, the Queen gave up struggling. She simply looked at the Duke with utter confusion and said:

"I'm asking you why you did this?"

The Duke laughed and said:

"Westero will always be Baratheon's sword and shield."

"I don't accept this, I can't accept it! Please tell me there's still a way to save you, please! Please!"

Seeing the Queen crying helplessly before him, the Duke struggled to raise a hand and gently smoothed her disheveled hair before leaning his utterly limp body against her shoulder, and slowly said:

"Your Majesty, I can only teach you one more time."

"That means you absolutely cannot trust anyone without reservation, not even your subject!"

“My dearest princess, this is the final lesson.”

In the Duke's final lesson, the princess finally became the Queen.

The princess gained everything, while the empress lost everything.

-

Moen, completely absorbed in the experience, removed his virtual reality headset. Everything that had just happened vanished without a trace.

Recalling the image of the queen crying helplessly while holding 'herself', Moen felt a surge of excitement that sent shivers down his spine.

"Art, oh art! It is truly perfect art!"

As he spoke, Moen even opened a can of soda to celebrate.

After taking a delicious sip, Moen noticed the only slight flaw.

That means the soda in your hand has gone from being a cold drink to being at room temperature.

As we all know, of the three yuan price of a sugary drink, two and a half yuan is spent on the first sip, while for a cold drink, it's two and a half yuan on the first sip!

This should be the only regret.

Thinking of this, Moen couldn't help but touch his chest. Then he looked at the virtual reality headset in front of him.

It should just be this, right?

After shaking his head and putting down the soda, Moen routinely gave his evaluation in the game review report.

It's still the same free and perfect game!

As before, as soon as Moen's evaluation report was submitted, the production team's reply followed.

'What have you done?! Your mission was to kill the princess or empress, and then ruthlessly overthrow this crumbling country! Look at what you've accomplished!'

Moen smiled and said:

"Don't be angry. Being able to complete the game despite completely going against the mission objectives shows you did a great job!"

Even though they made the corresponding endings and branching choices, they got angry because they didn't follow the predetermined goals. This production team is so arrogant!

Production Team:

How many times has this happened already?!

Moen scratched his head and said:

'I've forgotten too, it's happened too many times.'

The production team did not respond to Moen's answer immediately for the first time.

After a long silence, Moen, who had been hesitant about whether to call for help, finally received a reply:

You'll regret this!

Moen, who was afraid that he would anger the other person to death, finally felt relieved:

"Don't worry, I definitely won't regret it. You can't sue me for playing the game the way I wanted, can you? Hahaha!"

What was meant as a joke turned into a chilling reply for Moen.

'They're all real!'

Upon seeing these words, Moen unconsciously hugged himself tighter.

Chapter 2 Elmeran

After a long while, Moen coughed a few times and replied:

"Haha, that's really funny. It's just a game."

This time, Moen really didn't receive a reply.

Furthermore, Moen discovered that his chat history with the production team was disappearing rapidly.

"What?! What is this?"

In the blink of an eye, the message records of the production team, who had been furious with Moen's bizarre actions, vanished completely.

Even the game he sent to Moen disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, what is this? Holy crap, don't scare me!"

This was the first time Moen had encountered something like this.

After anxiously checking the terminal and confirming that it wasn't a problem caused by his own accidental touch, Moen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Are they all real?!

This should have been a completely illogical joke, but for some reason it resonated deeply with Moen.

It's as if this is really true!

After swallowing hard, Moen began to try to find an explanation for all of this:

"Obviously, the development team left a background program in the game package they sent me. This is normal; they've created such a groundbreaking game! It's not surprising that they did this."

"Yes, that's right! Not surprising!"

As he spoke, Moen walked to the window and looked out at the bustling traffic and skyscrapers.

"And look at these skyscrapers, this bustling traffic. This brand-new modern society! How could they, who are clearly from a Western fantasy setting or a feudal era, be real?"

Although the games the development team sent to themselves spanned many generations, the closest one to the present was the society that the Empress had just lived in, which was similar to the Victorian era.

To put it simply, the Queen's era was close to the 17th century, while now it's the 22nd century!

And most importantly, everything in the game doesn't match up with real society!

This is a human society that values ​​science and whose social level has far surpassed that of Blue Star, Moen's hometown.

Under the banner of the People's Union, there are no nobles or queens, no gods or supernatural beings.

Not to mention the maps don't even match up. The United Nations, as a unified world government, governs three continents, while the game has five continents.

This single point alone negates the possibility that games are reality, and the two have completely different histories.

That game could never be real.

Unless there's another world!

But thinking about this, Moen, who had somehow transmigrated from his hometown on Earth, felt a little guilty.

If time travel is already a thing, it's not surprising that the game is set in another world, right?

Moen subconsciously thought of everything that had just happened.

He had personally allowed the empress, who considered him her everything, to kill him.

And he did this more than once.

Wow, if this were true...

I bet even got as much as Cheng-ge!

No, no, no, that can't possibly be true.