A Certain Middle-Aged Man’s VRMMO Activity Log Chapter 100

Trudging along, I’m walking with the Eastern Inland City as my goal. When I was in the south, I arrived quickly because Zetan gave me a ride, but this time it will be purely walking, so I a.s.sume it will take a lot of time.

The wind feels good; if I had to say, it feels like it’s the middle of May, I guess. When the refres.h.i.+ng breeze comes during the moderate temperature right before early summer; it’s a lot like that. The monsters are around here and there, but whether it’s the effect of being subjugated or not, they really aren’t around more than spa.r.s.ely, so there’s no danger of being attacked.

From time to time I can hear birds calling. Although there aren’t any Thief Bird cries. I have enough food, so there’s no reason to shoot them down; with the calls that I can hear as BGM, I continue to walk across the gra.s.slands. From time to time I see places where fairies are hanging around as bubbles; playing in the wind, no doubt.

In this peaceful atmosphere, to eat the lightly prepared meal and abate my hunger, I take a small break. Recently, troublesome things have been dropping in on me, so it’s truly been a while since I’ve had this kind of leisurely play time. It would be great if this was the usual, you know; the intense times would be when fighting, so other than that you should send these slow times. To h.e.l.l with using this noisy time that’s like the grievous time right before a deadline constantly, every day.

— I do understand how having things turn out like this is my just desserts, though, naa. My cooking stands out, my bow stands out, and the stuff with the Queen stands out way too much. This is the result of me doing whatever I wanted then; I don’t regret it in itself, but if I think about it calmly now, as expected, I did too much.

As for the reason I moved around that much, it’s because I was purely just having fun, na, that my body was moving so perfectly. When I was little, before the sun set, I would run around full-speed all over the place, and when I fell I’d just laugh. As time went by, the time I spent chasing work increased and I didn’t exercise that much, na~ when I thought of that, at that time, sadly, I became unable to exercise.

It’s because I’ve aged; I can make that excuse, but I don’t want to. Even though I understand with my head that it can’t be helped, it makes me sad. I’m fine with walking about 1 hour, but if I run around like I did before, my breathing goes up. How did I used to run around for such a long time, I wonder? How did I continue to play like that for such a long time, I wonder? I think about that kind of thing.

If it’s like that, then at least; thinking like that I jumped into the world of One More to start anew in the PC. The avatar on the other side of the screen isn’t actual movement; even though it’s in an imaginary s.p.a.ce, what’s reflected there is my own hand. The movement that I had lost some time in the past, no, rather, the leaping that I’m unable to do now in reality is still possible. Because I remembered how much fun it was to move my body at full power, like falling for a drug, I went around this world moving all over doing all sorts of things.

And then, when I came to, I had stuck my neck in all kinds of things, made a number of obligations, and even experienced a lot of trouble. Even so, I won’t ever feel like leaving this world. Even if I exercise in real-life, I’ve already become the age where I’m unable to play cops and robbers, or robbers and cops as you will, and basketball and dodgeball of course. In real life, both my body and soul are already unable to move like it had at that time…

When I unconsc

iously touched my face with my hand, a drop of water touched my hand. … What is it; even if I look upwards the tears are flowing, aren’t they. In the first place, why am I crying; this should be something I understand. The day sports athletes retire will come; no matter which beloved athlete, there are none who will s.h.i.+ne forever, after all. That’s what the existences known as people are; it’s something that cannot be overcome.

This isn’t good, na, this current me; it might be better for my surroundings to be noisy. Even though I have the feelings of not wanting to get old, although I thought that the surroundings were too noisy, once I’m alone like this I feel like I’ve gotten older in an instant. The crying me is like this right now; I understand that much.

— Even so it’s fine; no, it’s fine like this as well. Strangely putting up an “adult” form isn’t needed in this world.  Of course it’s out of the question to impose a huge inconvenience on other people, but without overstraining myself, it might be better to specialize in having more fun in all sorts of ways in this world. Fortunately, I know a ton of companions who come bringing a lot of noise. For them, shall I try to treat them a little less cold-heartedly from now on?

That said, for now, if I don’t reach the Eastern Inland City, nothing will begin, na; I should hurry it up, huh… at this pace I will have to camp out along the way; if it turns out like that, logging out will become difficult. Rearranging the plan for my moving pace, I switch over to move at a fast pace. After all, the distance I have to move to reach the Eastern Inland City is still very far.

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A/n: Along the way I put “ore” in, but it is not a typo.
(usually Earth refers to himself with “jibun”, which is more like “myself”)

SKILLS
[Wind-Blown Hunting Bow]Lv17
[a.s.saulting Kick]Lv22
[Farsight]Lv53
[Craftsmans.h.i.+p]Lv57
[Small s.h.i.+eld]Lv 6
[Stealth]Lv41
[Physical Ability Reinforcement]Lv34 ↑1UP
[Chivalrous Thief]Lv26
[Whip]Lv37
[Fairy Language]Lv99 (Forced Acquisition) (Unable to be moved to Reserved Skills)

Reserved Skills
[Woodworking]Lv39
[Blacksmithing]Lv40
[Alchemy]Lv43
[Advanced Cooking]Lv11
ExP 4

t.i.tles Possessed:  The One who Charmed Even the Fairy Queen, The One who Defeated a Great Foe Alone, The One Involved with Eastern and Western Dragons
Second Names: “Fairy King Candidate”(jealous), “Chef of the Battlefield-san”