What's going on?
Everything was fine just now, why turn hostile all of a sudden?
And why is that masked guy in a cloak and tight suit sitting on a chair with his back to ? Shouldn't he be confronting face to face in this situation?
Also, why did all of you suddenly scatter?
Who the hell even carries a drum kit into a bunker?
Why are you all taking out your guitars and basses?
Is this so kind of new weapon?
Dante's mind was in chaos; he couldn't find any logical reasoning in the actions of these people.
"I an..."
Dante gripped his gun tightly; he didn't want to get into a conflict with these people. Whether he could win or not was another story. Even if he won, the place was crawling with their people; it would be unlikely he could get out of there.
"Click!"
The glamorous woman loudly stopped and gestured for a cut.
"What are you doing? Your lines are wrong!"
"No energy!"
"How do you expect to get the data with such a low voice?!"
"Do it again!"
???
Dante's mind was full of question marks, he really wanted to ask the glamorous woman one thing.
Are you freaking crazy?
What lines?
What nonsense are you talking about?
And why are you yelling so loudly?
Even if you're negotiating, you don't have to be so loud, right? Are you afraid the people outside can't hear you?
Little did Dante know, the players didn't care about whether he got the data. The computer host was right there; he could copy it as many tis as he wanted. What does it have to do with them?
Even if it was copied billions of tis and given for free for all of humanity to enjoy, that was fine.
As long as they got their own copy, it was all good.
Dante took a deep breath, suppressed his irritation, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the glamorous woman, who had earlier looked like an elder brother from the Showa era, jogging over to him and gesturing with her hands.
"Like this... this... and then like this..."
"Your lines, rember them, you need to say them like this later..."
While speaking, a few people even enthusiastically surrounded Dante and walked him out.
Huh?
Dante, who was already completely baffled, was now completely at a loss.
Not so exchange of benefits, no need for him to use money to smooth over relationships, not even requiring conversations with higher-ups. This group just wanted him to follow the script once, and he could copy the data.
Is this so bizarre cult ritual or a wtwo filming scene?
But under the roof, one must bow their head. Although he felt utterly ridiculous inside, Dante had to suppress that feeling of awkwardness and turn around to follow the group out of the server room.
He was also sowhat worried if this was a tactic to lure him away and destroy the server later, but with their current strength in Dog Town, they didn't need to resort to such roundabout ways to fool him.
Damn it!
Damn it!
By the ti Dante was taken to the destination by them, he regretted it so much he could cry.
The location was beneath a big human-shaped statue at the crossroads in Dog Town, and it was surrounded by layers of people.
n and won were all there, each with an excited expression, as if waiting for so important ceremony to begin.
For Dante, the importance of this data was surely greater than his own life.
Even if the data leaked out here, exposing Military Technology's manipulations with Black Wall and rogue AIs would certainly cause severe losses for the company.
Even if the experint ended in failure, the importance wasn't that high.
"Dante? This NPC doesn't look like him at all, but he's indeed a bit more handso than ..."
"Do you think he knows Ace Combat?"
"The physics engine of this ga is still too realistic; it's impossible for sure, maybe replacing mythical transformations with prosthetics is an option."
"Now that you ntion it, I want to order a banana ninja prosthetic hand, banana!"
"I think you're more suited to play as a Minion."
The side comnts from the players made Dante blush red. A gentleman deanor was sothing he always maintained, so he just kept his head down and kept walking as if he hadn't heard anything.
Thinking about what he had to do later, he almost wanted to dig a hole and bury himself.
Feels like dying!
Actors in place, the scene set, the performance of the weird act naturally began impatiently.
"Action!"
With a clap from the glamorous woman, Dante could only grit his teeth and step forward. He imdiately spotted the pervert in a tight suit from before sitting on a vendor chair, the mask and cloak were removed, but who knows where he got that lousy hair gel from, squeezing a bunch into his hand and slathering it onto his head.
That hairstyle, along with the pretentiously smug expression, was hard for anyone to bear.
"Hey, Vergil, your days of wandering around Dog Town are over; give the experint data."
Then he repeated the lines that had been said in the bunker again to Dante.
There were even players grabbing sand from the ground and throwing it up, playing as the atmosphere group.
"But you already know the rules."
Dante cursed in his mind.
I don't know shit!
Despite the curses, he still had to say his lines.
He's just like a secret-bound female protagonist in a light novel, forced to submit to the whims of the blond villain, full of humiliation.
At least Dante is an Intelligence Bureau agent, his acting skills and looks aren't any less than an A-list actor's. With just a few lines, he captured the mood and micro-expressions of the character.
With a serious face, he drew the black and white guns given by the players.
"I knew you'd say that."
(aningless drumbeat)
Exchange Coupon: "How many tis have we fought?"
Don't say it as if we've t many tis!
Clearly, not even once!
"Can't say for sure." Internally roaring, Dante struck a pose. Despite being completely different in temperant from "Dante," holding dual guns, the handso uncle had a different kind of charm.
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