Gin doesn't want to work hard

After staring at his phone for a few seconds, Kurosawa's gaze fell on the hang-up button, his fingers itching to press it.

Just then, the doctor's voice came through.

"Hey? Kurosawa, I've finished making that game you mentioned the other day. You can come pick it up when you're free..."

"game?"

Kurosawa's eyes lit up, and his finger landed precisely on the hang-up button on the phone. After swiftly hanging up, he stuffed the phone into his pocket.

What's more important than the game?!

"Doctor, is it the one we discussed before?"

"That's right, I've also added virtual technology, it'll definitely give you a surprise!"

"Besides that, I also..."

The doctor gave a very enthusiastic presentation.

……

Kurosawa and Professor Agasa met by chance.

Frustrated by not being able to find a game he liked, Kurosawa posted a request on a game forum, hoping someone could customize a game specifically for him.

Thinking about the "simple" requirements and the considerable reward, Kurosawa thought that someone would come to him soon.

Unexpectedly, several months passed without anyone contacting him.

As the number of clicks increased day by day, Kurosawa stubbornly checked the email address word by word, and finally realized that what seemed like a simple request to him was actually a bit ahead of its time in this world.

Several months later, Kurosawa, having made no progress, even started to consider targeting the organization.

The organization's technological capabilities are simply far superior to those of the outside world!

Just as Kurosawa was about to risk secretly abducting several technical personnel from the organization, a person nicknamed "Doctor" accepted Kurosawa's order.

Kurosawa hadn't held out much hope, thinking he might as well give up and plan to recruit members of the organization while waiting for the "doctor's" reply.

But I didn't expect it.

A few weeks later, this person actually handed the finished product directly to Kurosawa, and even specially configured the equipment for the game, perfectly meeting Kurosawa's requirements.

Faced with such talent, Kurosawa was generous and gave him double the expected reward.

From then on, Professor Agasa became Kurosawa's game supplier.

Through these interactions, the two gradually became acquainted and eventually became good friends.

"The doctor's efficiency is still so high!" Kurosawa exclaimed, then felt a strong urge to try it out.

That's an exploration game with a high degree of freedom, where you can build your base, farm, fight monsters, and level up!

I want to play!! (☆▽☆)

"Doctor, are you home right now?"

"Hey? I'm here..."

"Okay, I'll be right there!"

After saying that, Kurosawa hung up the phone before the doctor could react.

"Eh……"

Dr. Agasa listened to the beeping sound from his phone and reluctantly put it down.

"Kurosawa is still as impatient as ever when it comes to things related to games!"

"It looks like Kurosawa will be here soon. I'll go get the equipment ready..."

……

A dozen minutes later, a beige Volkswagen Beetle pulled up in front of the doctor's house.

Kurosawa got out of the driver's seat, pushed open the small iron gate, and walked into the yard.

"Ding dong~~"

"Come on, come on!"

As soon as I pressed the doorbell, a response came from inside the house.

"Tap tap tap...click!"

With a sound of footsteps, the door opened, revealing Professor Agasa's kind-hearted figure.

"PhD!"

Kurosawa waved and greeted him.

"Ah, it's Kurosawa! Come in quickly!"

Upon seeing that it was Kurosawa, Professor Agasa quickly stepped aside to let him into the house.

"I've got all the equipment ready, just waiting for you to come!"

As Professor Agasa spoke, he led Kurosawa to his private game room.

That's right, as a long-time user of Doctor, Kurosawa even has his own dedicated game room.

Kurosawa arrived at the door with practiced ease, and upon opening it, the first thing he saw was a sofa.

A huge sofa lay across the wall, taking up nearly a third of the room's space. In front of the sofa was a small foldable table, and next to it was a snack cabinet with snacks and drinks.

The side of the sofa is a floor-to-ceiling window, which is currently covered by thick curtains.

On the wall opposite the sofa was a huge screen used to project game footage.

In front of the table and the curtain, what was originally an open space has now been cordoned off, with a helmet and several items resembling elbow and knee pads placed there, connected to a device next to it by several data cables.

Kurosawa stepped forward and picked up the helmet with a hint of curiosity to examine it.

"This is a virtual reality headset. Once you put it on, you can see the game screen. With these connectors, it can give you a certain degree of immersive experience!"

Dr. Agasa explained as he helped Kurosawa put it on, and then turned it on.

As the instrument lit up, Kurosawa's vision dimmed for a moment, then brightened again, and he "arrived" in a wilderness.

Kurosawa looked down and realized that his clothes had become the initial outfit in the game: a short-sleeved shirt and pants made of coarse linen, and he was holding a stick in his hand.

"how do you feel?"

Professor Agasa's voice suddenly appeared in my ear.

"very good!"

After trying out a few more movements, Kurosawa took off his helmet and nodded in satisfaction.

Aside from some deficiencies in sensory aspects such as touch and taste, it perfectly met his requirements in other aspects.

But when he thought about how Professor Agasa had accomplished all of this in just a few months, Kurosawa couldn't help but marvel.

"Doctor, you are a genius!"

"Hahaha! I'm not that amazing..."

Professor Agasa scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Oh, right." Professor Agasa took out another game controller. "You can use this to control the actions, and the effect is the same."

Kurosawa nodded, planning to use the controller instead when he got tired of playing.

"Then I won't bother you any longer." Professor Agasa placed the controller on the table, yawned, and said, "I'm going to sleep now. Kurosawa, you should get some rest too."

"Okay, Doctor, good night!"

Kurosawa nodded, watched Professor Agasa leave, and then eagerly put on his helmet to begin enjoying his happy gaming time.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Kurosawa paused, then took off his helmet.

"Ha~"

Kurosawa yawned wearily, took off his gear, walked to the snack cabinet, and grabbed some snacks and drinks.

He casually placed them on the table, then lazily reclined on the sofa, opened a can of coffee, and took a few sips.

Hmm, I feel like I've forgotten something...

Kurosawa frowned, looking somewhat troubled.

Thinking this, his hands unconsciously rested on the helmet and game controller beside him.

By the time Kurosawa realized what was happening, the helmet was already on his head, and he had somehow grabbed the controller.

Never mind... it probably isn't anything important...

After thinking for a while but unable to recall anything, Kurosawa gave up and happily immersed himself in the game.

Chapter 12 Boss

the other side.

On an unnamed island.

A villa stands in the center of the small island.

In a secluded room, a figure sat behind a desk with a computer on it and some documents scattered around.

The room was dark, with the only light coming from the faint glow of the computer screen.

The figure clearly didn't care about any of that; it was focused solely on the screen on the computer.

It was a surveillance video showing Kurosawa dealing with those three thugs.

The video was short and quickly came to an end, but then it started playing again.

In the video, three thugs struggled in agony before dying tragically. Kurosawa watched with a cold expression, but at the moment of their death, he seemed to be pleased, a smile playing on his lips and a hint of pleasure in his eyes.

The figure finally pressed the pause button, and the image froze at that moment.

The gruesome death of the thug contrasted sharply with the smile on Kurosawa's lips.

Looking at this scene, even the boss had to admit it was monstrous.