"I always thought that in FPS games, I was just an emotionless killing machine, and in RPG games, I was just a quest junkie who loved rummaging through boxes."
"Until this morning, when I noticed that one familiar figure was missing from the guards."
"I didn't know that guard's name. I only knew that he was probably the oldest one in the guard unit."
"Like the other nameless NPCs, he lived a very regular life. He only had three tasks every day: training, standing guard, and patrolling. Besides that, he had one day off every week, usually Thursday or Sunday. Whenever that day came, he would sit by the lake and watch us fish to pass the time."
"I'm not bragging, but as an experienced angler, I could tell at a glance whether someone had the makings of a fisherman. Very few people could endure an entire day without catching anything, but he could sit beside us and watch us come up empty all afternoon."
"So I asked Mosquito to make me a fishing rod, warning him not to add any unnecessary features, and gave it to that old man."
"The old man was delighted. He thanked me over and over and even wanted to give me silver coins. When I refused them, he gave me a dagger the next day. At first, I thought it was some kind of quest item and got pretty excited, but later I realized it wasn't. It was just an ordinary gift. Even so, that unique feeling was still very interesting."
"Later, I taught him how to cast, how to chum the water, and how to make simple traps out of bottles to catch leech larvae as bait. Sometimes we sold the fish at the warehouse or market, and sometimes we grilled and ate