“Art World Online” July 7 Regional Maintenance Announcement
●—[Meditation Corridor] Permanent Event
Regarding the recent error in the main scene of “Meditation Corridor” during the [Meditation Corridor] event, which prevented some players from playing normally, we are deeply sorry and feel utterly powerless.
During this period, we will be adjusting and repairing the [Meditation Corridor] event, so the entrance to “Meditation Corridor” will be temporarily closed.
To avoid disturbing everyone’s gaming experience, please leave areas such as “Quinn Forest” and “Palt Mountain Range” before 20XX·07·07·16:00 to prevent unnecessary losses such as data errors.
This non-shutdown update will continue until 20XX·7·7·20:00. Please refer to the actual situation. We are deeply sorry and feel utterly powerless for the inconvenience caused to all players.
After the update ends, we will compensate everyone with multiple types of items and Magic Crystal Coins (PS: Several versions ago, due to a name conflict with the “Magic Stone” object, the Magic Stone currency was renamed). They will be delivered via instant teleportation, so please pay attention to your backpack.
●—Whisper
Thank you all for loving and supporting AWO. Please also look forward to the “Twilight Cup” to be held soon. For details about the “Twilight” Cup competition, please refer to the announcements in each district or the official website. Little Bunny will also appear on site!! I hope I can meet a few strong players again~!! —By ~Little Bunny~
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For a moment, the words were already out of my mouth, and I wasn’t sure how to solve the problem.
The goblin was hiding behind a tree not far behind me. After realizing this wasn’t actually such a huge problem, he hid even more pathetically, with only his eyes showing.
A group of guards who had nothing to do with us, and a lamia who shouldn’t have noticed us in the first place.
Ah… I feel like I can already see countless troubles coming in the future. No, I have to nip this in the bud, or there will definitely be a “bad ending.”
But I’ve already said it. Wouldn’t it be a bit abrupt to take it back now?
—[I’m very sorry, but I’ve already run out of ideas. Inspiration… has dried up]
—[I want to write down this string of characters]
R*//Search/”My little world”
R*//Execute:{Reset/file/Story00100.object}
R*//Delete/ScrappedDraft.object
R*//Skip/Story00100:—complete
—[Occasionally “logging in” isn’t so bad]
Red is connected
—[Ah, no, I can’t waste time. There’s still something I need to “write”]
—[I’m just a little bit away. I hope she can get past this hurdle…]
—[But maybe it’s better not to let her get past it]
—”Am I right? My accomplice?”
warning
version mismatch
error
—”…az, am I outdated? How long has it been since I last logged in?”
—”Wow, this won’t do. I finally wanted to play around a bit… Let me see, how do I fix this… I still want to use ‘his’ appearance… How is ‘he’ doing now? He must hate it, right? Being thrown in that place.”
version matched
welcome “Red”
I opened my eyes. A black-and-white laboratory-style room. It was the same as always, unchanged.
“Hiss, how are we supposed to deal with this place… Ahhh! The program crashed again!!”
“It really is because of the core algorithm, right? After all, the ‘core’ system was her original creation, and as for [Administrator], we barely managed to design it.”
“Tch! Tch! I can’t take it anymore! Working in a place like this every day!!”
Their complaints and howls echoed through the long corridor. So they were still worrying about that matter after all.
“Oh! By the way, what’s going on with the ‘God-Chosen’ and her?”
“…No news. The Investigation Team’s search turned up nothing. As expected, they must have hidden away in some timeline of some worldline.”
They, referred to as “gods,” are somewhat similar to gods in the actual sense…
They, too, were originally mortals.
Due to various special reasons, their nature of existence was forcibly changed.
They were born to prevent chaos between worldlines and timelines.
Their ages might be under fifteen, or they might be tens of thousands of years old…
“Ah?! Then how long will it take to find them?”
“Don’t worry. I’ve stayed here a hundred years longer than you, so naturally I understand a bit more. Remember [Administrator]?”
After countless generations of replacement, their children and grandchildren finally… finally developed the first generation of “gods”…
“That one that locks itself in its room watching a screen all day? Heh, I don’t even remember how long ago I last delivered tea to it. It should still be in there now, right?”
They call it—[Administrator], and respectfully call it “Master.”
“It’s gone.”
Their spirits surged, and they planned to use this data to develop a second [Administrator]…
“What?!!”
“Yeah, it was probably a few weeks ago.”
Before that, they had successfully compiled the “Divine Nature” and placed it into someone’s heart…
They call this insurance measure—[Black Star].
“This won’t do. We have to notify the Investigation Team immediately—”
“Didn’t I just say? They’ve all already gone out to handle business.”
Everything was built on the purpose of realizing Divine Nature. That was also how they wrote the core program.
Every day and every night was spent living a miserable corporate drone life, with no place to complain and no place to throw a fit.
But I don’t care. I just want to see what they’ll do.
Imagine what will happen after the characters I made up barge into their lives. Imagine what they’ll do at certain key moments…
So interesting. So exciting.
(White coat over a black shirt, pure black track pants with stripes, black shoes with white soles)
(Skin that stays deathly pale no matter how much it’s sunburned or injured, short hair that stays just as snow-white no matter how much it’s interfered with)
(Eyes are gray-white with black rims, expression is as expressionless as always)
(It is often said he is a mortal who crosses over everything)
(So-called because he is the impermanence that surpasses Divine Nature)
—”Hey hey, please turn on your microphone and communicate. I can see everything. Looks like this string of subtitles needs some editing too.”
(…He is)
(Tch, even though I’m already using a hidden model)
—”What hidden model? Did you forget who I am? Well, I can’t remember your name either, so forget it. Goodbye.”
(Wait
—”It wasn’t deleted cleanly, huh. Whatever, never mind. If it really had been deleted cleanly, then there’d be no trace left at all.”
Hope, in his eyes, is uninteresting.
Despair, in his eyes, is uninteresting.
He just wants to watch what happens and what fades into silence. He just wants to watch new things and their endings.
Anything can earn a smile from him, simply because it fits his standards.
—”You still haven’t changed. I still like your narration.”
He stands on the gray-white grid, and no one knows what he will do.
—”I can’t interfere with the most fundamental you. After all, if even you disappeared, no one would know everything about you and me.”
He has no sin. He is never muddy.
But he was born… born…. with no one knowing.
—”What’s wrong? Even you’re hesitating?”
No, no one knows his past.
Or rather, he comes suddenly and leaves suddenly, neither interacting with others nor hiding among the tides.
No label can be stuck on him.
—”Label. That term is really interesting.”
Beep beep. The sound rang out behind him.
“Anomaly detected!”
—”Anomaly? Looks like this place has changed more than just a little.”
