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Dream bands are devices that electromagnetic waves into the human brain worn on the head to affect the brain and trip it into the virtual world of reality. It can then receive the affected human brain waves and instantly project them into their actions in computer space.

Although it is primarily a device used for gaming purposes, there are also treatments for people with mental disabilities and their use as illegal drugs. With regard to the latter, it is controlled by illegal drug organisations. Dream bands with dangerous modifications can also overdraw human potential.

Junko also tried several human modifications by Dreamband once, but found that severe side effects were never avoided. As drug administration was still better, the choice of experimenting with Dreamband was erased from Junko's head.

Junko also had a crush on online games using dream bands in the past. MMORPG named Recommended 11.

As for the Virtual Trip type of online game, it was a game where the service was started fairly early, once extremely luxurious, but the passage of the years and the stray after the loss of the development team eventually led to a decision to cut off the upgrade, as people left and were unable to make a profit.

Net games are upgraded to give new updates to the game content. Changes happen and you can continue to play new games in the same game.

Therefore, Junko, who felt it was like playing with a corpse, such as continuing with an upgraded missing online game, pulled himself out of recommendation 11 at that point. Actually, there was another reason, but the other reason changed to something else. From reciprocal lover-to-lover dating to a relationship of mentor and subordinate.

Sometimes I still remember, but I don't even think as much as dew wants to go back. Also, I'm not really interested in what happened after that, and I didn't even try to find out. There's no doubt that the upgrade is over and it's just a late nettle with a pale passage of time. It's completely over in Junko.

Junko would be surprised to see an email from such a recommended 11 operating company, Dandruff II, in a double sense.

"It's not a dream! Recommended 11 is the first massive upgrade in years, with a variety of content to be added and tweaked! And even the biggest ever event of a limited time, The Mysterious Super Giant Life Marathon! Don't miss this!

One of the first reasons for the surprise is because I saw the incitement complaint that was written in the email.

The upgrade of this online game ended because the depopulation prevented other profits from being made on labor costs, and staff and equipment cut dramatically, but it was late.

Still, however, it did not lead to the end of the service, and while nothing was added, the development was cut off, but adjustments were made from time to time, and occasionally new equipment and so on were fragmented, while only the operations were carried out in detail.

And yet what does it mean to upgrade again? Is that a foretaste that ends in earnest? No, then even if it were to be completely terminated, it would be properly declared.

Another reason I was surprised was because the moment I opened the email, I felt inspired. Nothing spiritual about emails is surprising. The soul dwells in all things. Also, that leftover incense. This is the latter - the leftover incense of the spirit. And it's a pretty strong substitute.

"Obviously, your consciousness is pointed at me. He's hitchhiking emails and sending signals to me when he receives them."

Hands on your mouth, Junko groans intriguingly.

There have also been several times in the past when experimental bench applicants were ghosts. Some of them emailed me through the internet. But this is a very far-fetched way of turning consciousness to the BOTs that are automatically sent by inspiring them.

There seemed to be some circumstance with them and they had to take that way, but it was enough to stimulate Junko's curiosity.

Junko opens a site. Named "Mr. Electric Spirit Sneaky," that site, while Sneaky, was lined with fifty sounds by plain pseudonyms, and the numbers were lined up in kanji below, albeit next to the birdhouse painted above.

At the bottom, you can paste the addresses of other sites or upload reference files, where Junko just uploaded an email.

A five-circle ball and finger icon appear on the screen of the site, moving at high speed. As the icon moves, a sentence appears in the space below.

"So you're a bingo with electric spirits."

Junko shrugs. This site is a site that reads the message of the lost spirit - the "Electric Spirit" - into the computer space, and the address of the site here and the files uploaded react, which means that the Electric Spirit resides.

"My name is Miura Tomorrowka. Once one of the recommended 11 players. Now as an electric spirit, I am captured among the servers recommended 11. I'm searching among the recommended 11 and looking for someone who could unlock the horrible things that are happening right now. If anyone ever responded to my spirit of being a Recommended 11 player and yet putting it into all the emails sent by the operating company Scrapsmith II, I'd be logged into Recommended 11's Pink Mackerel. The following four types of motion are then considered signatures by repeating them four times in sequence at the designated location. It will take some time but I will definitely be there to see you, so I want you to stay put. '

The content of the text that appeared was a further stimulus to Junko's curiosity.

(You didn't finally specify me and send it, but you were hitchhiking emails sent by the company to all ex-recommended 11 players and releasing messages indiscriminately - you mean. Pink mackerel is the mackerel I was just playing with)

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Junko was convinced. Some electric spirits can depress the email itself, but this electric spirits can't seem to do it. I guess it was best to give the signal.

(Well, let's go in as invited. Avoid going in with the main character just in case, with the warehouse character)

Open the storage and pull out and access the dream band you haven't used in years.

(Is that it? I have an upgrade. It's not gone... Oh, I thought you said there was fine maintenance or adding gear or adjusting jobs)

Even as suddenly the game begins to upgrade and I'm confused for a moment, I immediately understand.

"Huh, it's been five years"

A male character with a two-headed toddler shape, Junko plays a trip login into the computer world. This species, whose appearance only appears to be the toddler itself, is a species named 'shit-eating insidious dwarf', a disgusting setting in which shit is literally a favorite, and many players repel it, but some like it and use it.

This is not Junko's main character. It's called 'Warehouse' among Recommended 11 players, a character you haven't raised. It goes by that name, mainly to be made for the purpose of depositing items that cannot be held by the main character.

Go to the designated location. Some MMOs are so rotten, a forgotten place where no one comes. Meadows under the cliff. A place where there are no important NPCs, no passageways, no delicious enemies, no views.

But the computer world of virtual reality is firmly built into a place that no one will notice. Copy pesto of the material would also be mixed, but it's a realistic creation that doesn't make you feel it. The exposed dirt walls of the cliffs, the grass of the meadows, the bats and butterflies in the grass and the birds flying in the sky are no different than they are in real life.

Junko, who hasn't logged in in a long time, thinks it's amazing to think again that all of this is a contradiction that is being shown electromagnetically directly to the brain.

The first electronic game played by Junko was a game in which his Italian mustache father sent him up the hill to climb the barrel where the monkeys rolled. From Junko, who has been watching and playing the history and evolution of the game for such a long time, there is something emotional.

Try to repeat the specified operations in the specified order, the specified number of times, the pure child. Panicking, making a fool of yourself, scratching your groin, picking up and eating what's falling down the road, these four kinds.

About fifteen minutes have passed, but there has been no change. It said that the passage of time was necessary, but there was just no art to wait for, so Junko was waiting and examining the changes in the five years since he quit Recommend 11. Once there was a job adjustment and the addition of equipment, although there was no major upgrade, there was no change at all.

Searching first, Junko learns that a rumor is spreading. There are many electric spirit players in this pink mackerel that Junko once played. They say they have no will of their own and are moving according to some abandoned players, as if they were zombies following the Necromancer.

Twenty minutes later, finally, the caller of the message appeared.

"Heh, it floats properly as a spirit in the game,"

He groans intriguingly, Junko smiles. From the woman who showed up in front of me, I did feel the spirits. It's not the first time I've seen the electric spirit itself, but it's the first time I've seen you in computer space.

"Did you get my message that you were a psychic?

I was still in my early twenties and the electric spirit asked Junko.

Her outfit is that of real life. Junko decided that he appeared in this space and that he was probably not via this game-world program. That's what I couldn't e-mail you directly. You would be able to see something, show them, talk, possess them, but I guess you can't do anything more.

"No. I'm a somewhat well-known Mad Scientist on the back street named Junko Yukioka. Can you do a search? If you can, do it."

I thought it had happened since I spoke. He's a male character now. Junko performs so-called role-playing RP. I can't have this in order to become a character and change my tone. But I've never done RP in a warehouse character before, and I haven't even thought about what way to talk with this character.

"You searched. You're a celebrity, not a bit. But...... it's comforting to have such an amazing person here. Please help me."

"Fine, but with my help, I know it's going to be my experimental bench. -?

"Yes, that's fine, please"

In response to confirmation to Junko, the electric spirit said in a strong determined face and tone.

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