COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

[10,000 landing helmets are being delivered to players. —Brand]

The black-haired, red-eyed man sat in a room full of surveillance screens, typing carelessly on the keyboard.

On the monitoring screen, one after another Feibao delivery trucks are loading goods, all loaded with landing helmets.

A full 10,000 helmets were divided into ten trucks.

After the loading was completed, ten trucks drove in different directions.

On the screen, the crows flapped their wings and flew away.

Recently, the number of crows in Japan has skyrocketed, and they are often seen everywhere.

Most are organized captive crows.

Of course, it's everyone's "eyes."

Brandy alone raised three hundred crows.

According to the organization's records, Laphroaig kept ten bats, and the rest of the members also kept some "pets" more or less.

But the crow is the most popular.

After all, a group of people in the dark, both indifferent and withdrawn, and walking together, are so suitable for crows.

Therefore, some people often refer to the members of the organization as crows.

Cursed Crow.

"Interesting game...Unfortunately, I can't play it." Brandy also held a helmet registration device in his hand, and said in a sad tone.

He is also in charge of running the cleaners department.

Although it is enough to just assign the task to others, but...

Brandy still didn't dare to play games.

Because he did not receive a game invitation, or permission.

He vaguely remembered that this game was a prop that the young master was going to use to start a new game. If he entered the game, he probably wouldn't have a bad end.

[Well done. —Cahors]

He looked down at the message that jumped out and smiled.

Only when he is a useful tool can he continue to exist.

He was like that, and so was the other nasty guy.

They are all the same.

…

Watanabe Hiroyuki received a courier.

A boxy, plain cardboard box.

There is a courier note on it.

The sender's field is blank.

In the recipient's column, Auston's name was written.

"Strange... Who sent me a gift?" The black-haired, blue-eyed, slightly handsome man frowned at the cardboard box.

"Could it be a friend in Sword Art Online? A member of Wings of Aurora?" He guessed.

Otherwise, if it was someone who knew him in real life, he would not have written the name Auston.

Only players in Sword Art Online know the ID of Auston.

He returned to the house with the cardboard box, and carefully opened the box.

Inside the box is a helmet.

Looking at the helmet in the box, Hiroyuki Watanabe suddenly stood up, returned to the room, and took out a helmet.

It is the helmet registration device of Sword Art Online.

He put the two helmets together for comparison.

The login device of Sword Art Online is black and white, with a sense of futuristic technology.

The new helmet, however, is black and red, with an inexplicable aura of blood and magic.

"What's the matter... Direct and blatant plagiarism? Just changed the color scheme." Watanabe Hiroshima carefully compared the two helmets and couldn't help but complain.

Is plagiarism so fair? Send it to him, a professional Sword Art Online player?

Aurora Wings is one of the top ten adventure groups in Sword Art Online.

He wears the Sword Art Online helmet for several hours a day.

I can't be clearer about some of the details.

This new helmet is obviously exactly the same as that of Sword Art Online, even in the details.

"Which company is so shameless?" Watanabe Hiroyuki showed an angry expression.

As a loyal player of Sword Art Online, it is necessary for him to protect Sword Art Online.

He rummaged through the box containing the helmet.

Found another invitation.

The black invitations were printed with a blood-red double moon, and most of the invitations were even red, as if they were dyed red by the blood moon.

It looks like the sky when the blood moon is over.

The font above is black.

[Sincerely invite you to join our world—the forbidden area of ​​life.

This kingdom needs a savior who saves the world, or a demon king who destroys everything.

—from (Umbrella)]

"The forbidden area of ​​life...Isn't this the one I saw before?" Watanabe thought for a while.

About a week ago, a pop-up ad appeared on his computer.

I couldn't close it, so I jumped out myself.

He was talking about the restricted area of ​​life, and in the end he was given two choices, Yes and No.

Watanabe thought it was quite interesting at the time, so he chose yes, and even looked forward to what surprises he would receive the next day, but nothing happened.

After two or three days passed, he almost forgot about the advertisement.

I thought maybe some hacker was doing a prank when he had nothing to do.

Unexpectedly, now I actually received a surprise.

The landing helmet of the forbidden zone of life.

Free.

You must know that the landing helmet of Sword Art Online requires money to buy, and it is not very cheap.

And the restricted area of ​​life is doing free big broadcasts?

Watanabe Hiroyuki looked at the black and red helmet and fell into thought.

he…

Do you want to try it?

It's just a game, and it's a free game, if you don't play it for nothing.

For a game nerd, wanting to pick out the flaws of a game is simply an instinctive reaction.

Can't pick out the fault of Sword Art Online, can't pick out the fault of this kind of counterfeit plagiarism?

Watanabe Hiroyuki put on the helmet registration device.

He read out the login words that he had to read every time he logged in to Sword Art Online.

"Connection started."

…

At the same time, people all over Japan received couriers that suddenly appeared.

One person after another received black and red helmets.

Even the Internet has sparked a small-scale discussion.

Only in the game house circle, someone uploaded pictures of helmets and invitations.

[Landlord: After clicking yes on the advertisement I received some time ago~www.wuxiamtl.com~, I received the express delivery today. ]

[Landlord: What should I do? I don't know if I should play or not. I am a loyal player of Sword Art Online. ]

[1st Floor: Play, it's just a copy of Sword Art Online, find out its shortcomings and scold it to death. ]

[2nd Floor: If you don't play white, don't play, isn't it bad to play one more game? ]

[8th Floor: I chose NO at the time, but now I suddenly regret it. ]

[Floor 21: Is the landlord still there? ]

[Landlord: I'm ready to rush, and I'll share my feelings with you when I come back after the experience. ]

[Floor 32: Move a small bench and wait for the landlord's feedback. ]

One person after another put on gaming helmets.

Landed in the forbidden area of ​​life.

…

Shuji Tsushima was sitting in the living room of the apartment, watching the real-time number of players displayed on the computer.

He didn't put on his helmet until the number jumped to 10,000.

"Want to play?" he asked Bourbon and Scotland.

"Of course." Bourbon and Scotland nodded.

As Kao said before, when the server is officially launched, it is the real restricted area of ​​life.

What they played before was only half-finished products.

So they also wanted to experience the difference between semi-finished products and finished products.

The two also put on helmets.

The three logged into the game.

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