A journey to another world starting from a sword

It feels like playing a horror game, subconsciously sending chills down your spine.

Ah, the girl in front of me triggered the keyword, and the consciousness of this world instantly locked onto this area.

Perhaps he went a bit too far. It's unclear whether this world has any kind of restraining force, or whether it will send out some kind of "guardian" to eliminate him, the main cause that has distorted the timeline beyond recognition.

However, at this point, he shouldn't do anything unnecessary. Logically speaking, he shouldn't know who Kirito is.

So what I'm about to say is...

"I was referring to his game name. Who would use their real name to log into a game? ...idiot... um."

After hesitating for a long time, Dante decided it was best not to utter that word. There were people like that, including his own wife; if Asuna found out he was talking about her behind her back...

"Were you just trying to call me an idiot?"

"No, you heard wrong."

"Eh—" Leafa narrowed her eyes, then suddenly realized, "Wait a minute! So you really don't know my brother?"

"So, do you know the game name he logged into?" With a sigh, Dante began to draw the curtains on the cabin windows one by one.

"I...I don't know." Leafa shook her head sadly, unaware that her brother had given up kendo and had been spending all his time playing games in his room ever since.

Her brother gave up kendo and was scolded by their strict grandfather. She promised her grandfather that she would work hard for her brother's sake as well, but in fact, from then on, she and her brother communicated less and less, so she didn't know anything about things like game names.

“It’s alright, at least he’s still alive, right?” Dante reminded him, pointing at the other person. “Also, you probably can’t log out of the game anymore, you know that, right?”

"Huh?" Leafa exclaimed in surprise, her adorable expression making everyone want to laugh.

“Ha, this is the consequence of logging in with NERvGear,” Dante said mockingly.

Then she was taught how to operate the game menu, and Leafa then discovered that the logout button was indeed gone.

However, she did not feel despair. "Let's find my brother first. He should be alive."

This person seems to be a severe brother complex, and his desire to find his brother has temporarily outweighed his fear of death.

"Although I wanted to say I would help you find it, unfortunately I can't move around during the day."

"Gurgle~" Leafa's stomach growled, which was very clear in the quiet room and continued to echo between the two of them.

"Hungry?" Dante almost laughed out loud.

"Isn't this in a game?!" Leafa's face flushed red instantly, and she quickly covered her stomach.

“Yes. In SAO, you’ll feel hungry when the time comes. It’s okay if you don’t eat and just endure it, but it will definitely make a sound to remind you.” As he spoke, Dante used his hand to simulate the sound.

"Then I'll bear it." Leafa's face was still red, but she forced herself to stand up straight despite the shame.

“There’s no need for that,” Dante said with a wry smile. “Let me do something for you.”

"Ah, thank you so much." Leafa said frankly to her benefactor.

Seeing the energetic smiles on their faces, as if they were savoring this joy, Dante also felt satisfied.

"Unfortunately, there aren't any food supplies here, so..." Dante said, taking a fishing rod from the storage room next to him and handing it to Leafa. "Go fish by yourself."

"Really?" Leafa took the fishing rod and bait in a daze, never expecting that the first thing she would do in the game would be fishing!

Subsequently, under Dante's tutelage, she opened her skill bar and learned the skill "Fishing".

“Yes, although there are very few monsters on the twenty-second floor, monsters may still spawn in certain areas. You should be LV1, so even a weak monster can be deadly to you.” Dante then gave her the map.

"Just fish in the nearest lake; you should be able to catch some low-rarity fish."

"I understand." Leafa tried her best to memorize the game knowledge she had just learned.

"Come on."

Leafa waved her hand at the man behind her encouraging her, then walked out the door and headed towards the lake to the north.

The woods were damp in the morning light, yet exceptionally fresh, and the occasional clear bird song could be heard.

This reminded Leafa of her past experiences climbing mountains to watch the sunrise. Kawagoe City is known as "Little Edo" because it has a large number of temples and historical streets. Some of the temples are built on the mountains, and the mountains look like this in the early morning.

No, this is a game!

She reminded herself again, but the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, perhaps because it was in the game, this novelty made her feel particularly happy at this moment.

"Ah, is that the place?"

There was indeed a lake ahead, and she also saw a wooden deck chair placed on the pier.

I don't know who put it here, but borrowing it shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking about it, she walked to the chair and sat down.

The fishing line made a faint buzzing sound as it cut through the air, and then sank obliquely into the center of the lake amidst the bitter aroma of pine resin.

Leafa leaned back in the chair, which was tilted at a 60-degree angle, lost in thought.

"ha----"

She yawned immediately and quickly covered her mouth, but then she thought that she was all alone here, so she relaxed and let out the whole yawn, which was not very ladylike.

"Is it the influence of the environment?" Leafa muttered to herself. The tranquil forest lake and the overly peaceful environment almost made her fall asleep.

It was a little chilly, though. The lingering fog, not dispelled by the sunlight, and the cold wind blowing from the lake made her shiver. She then took out the blanket Dante had given her before she left and draped it over her shoulders. She hadn't expected the man to be so thoughtful.

"So warm." The fluffy texture instantly captivated her. What kind of fur was it made of?

Leafa remained curled up on the deck chair, her knuckles white from the cold mist, still gripping the fishing rod.

Not long after, the fishing line, which had been soaked in tung oil, suddenly tightened.

"They've already taken the bait?!"

Lifa sat up abruptly, reflexively reeling in the line. The muffled sound of the fish's tail slapping the water scattered the duckweed, but the struggle quickly turned into a weary tremor at the end of the fishing rod.

"Yellow-backed snapper," Leafa clicked on the fish's attributes and learned the name of the fish she had caught.

"Great!!!" She clenched her fist tightly, and a surge of joy from the bottom of her heart welled up with a sense of accomplishment.

So this is what games are like.

After collecting her first catch into her inventory, Leafa immediately cast her fishing rod, ready to catch the next one. After all, there was still one person left, and one fish certainly wouldn't be enough to eat.

"Oh, there's someone here."

A voice suddenly came from behind, making Leafa turn around.

"How was the harvest?"

This was an elderly man, dressed in heavy clothes and wearing a hat that covered his ears, and he was carrying a fishing rod just like her.

What is surprising, of course, is his age. This old man looks to be over fifty, and his face, adorned with iron-rimmed glasses, is already etched with wrinkles that indicate he has just entered old age.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't know this place had an owner." Leafa quickly got up.

"Hahaha." Unexpectedly, the old man laughed kindly. "What are you talking about? The lake has no owner."

"Hey? Isn't this your recliner?" Leafa pointed to the chair she had just been sitting in.

"Of course not." The old man shook his head. "This must have been left behind. Last time I saw a group of young people carrying things for a get-together. They were so young."

Seeing the old man's sigh of relief, Leafa breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"Actually, I was just passing by, but I saw people fishing so early, so I came over to say hello."

"Oh, okay." Leafa nodded in understanding.

"How are the results?" the old man asked again.

"I just caught one." Leafa smiled sheepishly.

"Hmm! Not bad," the old man praised. "You came all alone?"

"No, my friend is on the other side," Leafa explained briefly, unable to articulate her situation.

After chatting for a while, Leafa learned that the other party—Mr. Nishida—was actually the head of security at the Toto Rapid Line company in real life, responsible for managing the network connecting to the SAO server cluster.

In order to confirm his long-standing achievements, he entered SAO, only to find himself trapped here.

"Isn't this a bad thing?" Leafa said, she thought that everyone who entered SAO was a hardcore gamer like her brother.

"This is really bad. We can only leave this game after we clear the hundredth floor." But Mr. Nishida just laughed it off, not taking it seriously at all.

“But the fact that I can stand here on the twenty-second floor by the lake shows that everyone is working hard,” Mr. Nishida said, scratching his head sheepishly. “Someone as old as me can’t really help with anything.”

“That’s not true,” Leafa reassured her, though she didn’t really know what to say, and frankly, she didn’t know much about the current situation either.

“Hahaha.” Mr. Nishida laughed again. “It’s alright, it’s alright, I was just joking.”

"Is it a joke?" Leafa tilted her head.

“Actually, I’m in a guild,” Mr. Nishida said, surprising everyone.

"guild?"

"Yes, it's an association founded by a very famous player named Argo, and it's full of players like me who can't fight."

According to Mr. Nishida, this player named Argo will help players who don't want to be idle. Those who want to farm will go to the farm to farm, and those who want to raise animals will go to the ranch to raise animals.

“I’m in charge of the fisheries, and I have a fixed quota every week, which seems to be supplying ingredients to some players’ restaurants and welfare homes.” Mr. Nishida pointed to himself.

Of course, even without Argo's help, he could support his daily life by selling the fish he caught to NPC shops.

But at some point, he began to dream of buying a house instead of living in a hotel; this hopeful life was something he had never dared to imagine before.

"Eh—" Leafa was quite surprised. It turned out that the players trapped in SAO also had their own lives.

Chapter 171: Don't Touch Personal Belongings

"Here you go." Leafa handed over the fishing rod slung over her shoulder and took all the fish out of her inventory.

Unfortunately, all the fish that were taken out were dead. To eat live fish, you would have to carry them by hand or put them in a bucket, which is not possible now.

"Put it in the kitchen first," Dante instructed.

“Yes, yes.” Leafa walked toward the open kitchen. “I didn’t expect there to be an island here. It’s quite surprising.”

"What do you mean?" Dante asked, turning around as he put the fishing rod back in the storage room.

“Look, isn’t this a game world? It’s like an ancient setting,” Leafa said, waving her finger. “I originally thought this place was pretty backward, but I didn’t expect it to have such a modern kitchen.”

“No, it’s true that most places are quite backward.” Dante affirmed Leafa’s statement, “but there are also some items that can be called magic, so some places are quite advanced.”

"Eh—" Leafa rested her arms on the island platform, her chest on her arms, and instantly felt her shoulders relax a lot. "What kind of prop is it exactly?"

"For example, there are recording crystals that can record messages, or photo crystals that can take pictures, and there are also newspapers in this world."

Although this newspaper was handwritten by an NPC, the photos attached to it cost less than the labor cost.

As he spoke, Dante used a kitchen knife to slice the fish.

"The newspaper..." Leafa raised an eyebrow with interest, but didn't say anything more. Instead, she started complaining about something else, "By the way, aren't you going to take your clothes off?"

This person has been in the room for so long, yet he is still wearing a cloak.

"Wait a little longer, the living room is still a bit bright. Hmm... where's the black pepper?" Dante had planned to marinate the sliced ​​fish, but he couldn't find the marinade, so he started searching around.

Leafa stared at the scene, speechless. "Hey, is this... really your house?"

Normally, you should know where the seasonings are kept in the kitchen.

“No, the kitchen isn’t my domain,” Dante explained briefly, then rummaged through the cabinet below and found the spice jars. “Found it, found it.”

"Wow." Leafa squinted her eyes. "I'm not really looking forward to its taste anymore."

"There's nothing to worry about. As long as you're hungry, it'll taste good no matter how it's prepared," Dante reassured her.

"Are you kidding me?" Leafa rested her arms on the table, cupped her face in her hands, and looked at the chef with a hint of nervousness.

"It's a joke. Don't worry, my cooking skills are zero, so I'll use the simplest method, which makes it impossible for me to make a mistake."

Leafa saw the other person turn their head towards her, and the face under the hood was probably looking at her with a wicked smile.

"Completely unreliable!!!"

She shouted loudly, and then she and the other person incredulously started laughing at the same time.

Leafa then watched as Dante simply marinated the fish with salt and black pepper, then fried it in a pan, and casually added some kind of plant as seasoning. It looked a bit like dried rosemary, but Leafa didn't know what it actually was.

Indeed, as Dante said, a simple cooking method is unlikely to go wrong.

And Leafa, seeing his effortless demeanor, realized that if he were to put on an apron, he would be the quintessential stay-at-home husband.