It almost reminded him of Sword Art Online. Almost. Then, he remember that SAO was set twenty years or so into the future, was ACTUALLY a virtual reality video game, and started off with the truth of the ‘death game’ being revealed by a jackass game developer who pretty much forgot why he did any of this by the end of that game.
On the other hand, the glorious timekiller of a MMORPG that was Elder Tale used only the true master race of gaming consoles: PCs, and didn’t have anything to do with connecting to ones neural network or whatever the fuck that meant. And thus, the blue-haired teen couldn’t help but scratch his head, confused as to how he actually got here. Magical computer screens sucking him in? A god from another world summoning him to this Elder Tale lookalike? A powerful delusion brought forth by the stresses of his reality, and his desire to escape from it? Welp, regardless, Cororo, the unorthodox Monk, didn’t care a lot at the end. After all, he might as well consider it a vacation, eh?
Getting off his feet and stretching out his tanned arms, Cororo took in a deep breath of fresh air, enjoying the sunshine and the unpolluted sky. It definitely wasn’t a bad place, this virtual reality, Elder-Tale-rendered variation of Akihabara. The half-collapsed buildings had an oddly ‘safe’ feel to them, and, due to the fact that literally no one made an ‘ugly’ character in MMORPGs, the town was filled to the brim with pretty, cute, beautiful, handsome individuals, all of them sporting similar expressions of confusion. It was just a game, so why were they so serious? Might as well enjoy the fantasy while it’s still there, right?
Cororo laughed silently at the foolishness of others, before noticing a familiar character model. “Oi, Kuroaki!” he called out, waving, “Enjoying paradise?”