I Reincarnated as a Mob Villain in a Game World I Had Been Playing~ Using My Knowledge of the Game, I Lived a Carefree Life but for Some Reason I Became Famous Everywhere~ - Chapter 10 - The Rumored Clock Tower ①

Chapter 10 – The Rumored Clock Tower ①

While residents were returning home from work, or entering a diner or bar in a lively mood…

A man was gazing at the bustling city dyed in sunset… 

“Phew, it’s this late already…”

He muttered contentedly as he squinted.

How many hours have passed since he left the inn and went into town?

Eating at street stalls, shopping, sightseeing.

As a result of moving around so much that he forgot to take breaks, he was able to spend so much fulfilling time that he lost track of time. 

The man didn’t feel too fatigued, probably because the status of the person he took over was positioned slightly above the average treasure hunter. 

Although it’s almost a familiar cityscape in my memory, I still enjoyed this experience…

If the feeling had to be described, it would be as if he had made a tour of a sacred place.

The air and atmosphere of this city, as well as the more three-dimensional and delicate cityscape, were elements that could not be experienced in a game, and therefore immersed him with a fresh feeling.

“I’m really glad I got to enjoy it.”

Tomorrow could be the worst-case scenario, facing exile. I don’t have any memory of doing anything wrong, though…

The man, laughing dryly at the ridiculous situation, scratched his head as if to distract himself from the heaviness of the situation.

“Well, it’s time to go back to the inn…”

If there’s one thing the man regrets, it’s that he wasn’t able to tour all of this town, but that can’t be helped.

He already told the inn-keeper that he wouldn’t procrastinate.

He can’t be a nuisance and make a fool out of himself.

“Hah… I’m worried.”

It was his last sigh of the day.

The man who still managed to change his mind, turned his body to return to the inn.

—At that moment.

“Ah…”

He saw it.

The man saw the clock tower, which had a stronger presence because it was illuminated by the setting sun.

I’m pretty sure I climbed that tower around this time too…

Of course, he climbed the clock tower when he was playing the game.

It was precisely because the memories of that time and the scenery of today matched that he could remember.

“……”

On the contrary, if it weren’t for that, even this man who played the game so much wouldn’t even have a memory of the place.

In the FF world, the clock tower was meticulously designed and set up to be climbable, but it received negative reviews from all users.

It was known as a “shithole” where nothing was popular.

The reason for this is simple and obvious.

There was an entrance fee, no items at the top, and the view from the clock tower wasn’t that spectacular.

The place was just a waste of time.

[What were they made for?]

[They should’ve focused on the exterior only.]

[We don’t need a clock tower in the first place.]

[Don’t waste resources on something like this.]

It was a place that received scathing criticism and even affected the reputation of the game.

“Hmm. I might as well drop by for the last time… It seems that there is a possibility that I won’t be able to enter this town anymore.”

The only time the man climbed the clock tower was to check for items.

It wasn’t really anything to look forward to, and it wasn’t the best place to end the day, but all that remained was to return to the inn.

As the man said, he might as well climb it because why not.

There was a rumor that you could meet a mysterious character in the clock tower, but there was no information about it in the end…

Eventually, it turned into a full-fledged game of “Why was this shithole created?” and became a complete playground for players to spread hilarious rumors.

If this place was created to bring a bit of publicity and attention to FF, then it was quite the scheme.

“…W-Well, as someone who has enjoyed this game, I suppose I’ll give it one last acknowledgement…”

I don’t know if I can climb it, though…

Although the man had no expectations for the clock tower, he approached it step by step, reminiscing about the past with a sense of nostalgia.