A late start tamers laid.., p.1
A Late-Start Tamer’s Laid-Back Life: Volume 1, page 1
Table of Contents
Cover
Color Illustrations
Prologue
Chapter One: Off to the Game World
Chapter Two: Starting Over as a Late Bloomer
Chapter Three: Different Strokes for Different Folks
Chapter Four: Living the Dull Life
Chapter Five: The Lakeside Sequoia Dryad
Chapter Six: New Companions
Epilogue
Afterword
About J-Novel Club
Copyright
Prologue
“Skreeeeeonk!”
The enormous, dragon-like lizard unleashed a furious bellow. The boiling lava flowing around us began to bubble more intensely, as if responding to its rage. Sparks flew through the air, glowing like fireflies.
“It’s going berserk...!”
“Grrrr!”
The dragon-esque lizard turned towards us. Rows of sharp teeth lined the inside of its gaping mouth, and I could see the back of its throat starting to glow faintly—a sign that it was about to launch its Fire Breath attack.
“This is gonna be a big one...!”
I could tell by how long it was taking to charge that this would be no ordinary Fire Breath.
“Brrruuung!”
No sooner had I spoken than the lizard—the boss of this battle—exhaled a beam of light from its mouth. This was the monster’s ultimate move: concentrating its Fire Breath into a single point and unleashing it as a scorching ray. If an attack like that were to hit me, I would probably die instantly. However, I remained unfazed.
“Mm-mm-mmm!”
Just before the ray could strike, a small figure leaped into my path.
“Mm-mmm!” the small, green-haired boy hummed.
“Olto!”
This boy was my tamed monster, Olto.
Olto glared at the incoming ray, widening his stance and digging his heels into the ground as if he intended to halt it. However, what he wielded was neither shield nor weapon, but a hoe. Yes, I’m talking about the kind you use for gardening. It was hardly something you’d consider a battle implement. Regardless, Olto raised his hoe confidently and swung it down at the gleaming beam speeding towards him.
“Mm-mmm!”
The hoe clashed with the scorching ray.
Most people might think, He won’t stand a chance! but I hadn’t a shadow of a doubt.
“You can do it, Olto!”
“Mm-mm-mmm!”
Olto’s hoe deflected the ray, scattering it.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!”
“Mm-mmm!”
“Time for a counterattack! Sakura, immobilize that bastard!”
“...!”
A girl who was almost too beautiful to be real snapped to attention at my command. True to her name, her hair was the color of sakura—cherry blossom—petals. By appearance, she was older than Olto, perhaps around high school age.
As Sakura thrust out her hands, the earth beneath the lizard glowed, and a giant magic circle appeared, surrounding the beast. Then, the ground split open, and countless vines emerged from the cracks. The vines grew rapidly, wrapping themselves around the lizard’s lower body like a snake coiling around its prey.
“Raeeerrrr!”
The creature thrashed about, trying to break free of the vines, but it could not escape their grasp.
“All right! Now it’s a sitting duck! Drimo! Rick! Get ’em!”
“Squeak squeak!”
“Chirp!”
Two figures dashed towards the beast, letting out cute little squeaks—my trusty companions, Drimo and Rick.
Drimo was about 120 centimeters in height; taller than Olto, but still a mere speck compared to the immense lizard. His appearance was that of a mole, walking on its hind legs and dressed in navy overalls. A pair of small, round sunglasses perched atop the bridge of his nose, and he wore a yellow safety helmet bearing the words “I ain’t afraid of sunlight.” On his shoulder rested a giant pickax, the size of which no rock would ever stand a chance against.
As Drimo charged fearlessly at the lizard, an even smaller figure ran alongside him. In fact, “small” was a generous way to describe it; teeny-weeny was more like it. I’m talking the size of a puppy—no, maybe even tinier.
The tiny, scampering creature was a squirrel. Unlike Drimo, who, being a mole walking on its hind legs, was a bit surreal to look upon, this squirrel looked incredibly realistic. There was no mistaking this was a squirrel. Coloring aside, it looked exactly like the ones you’d see in zoos in Japan.
Looking at Drimo made you feel like you were in a fantasy world, but the sight of Rick, the aforementioned squirrel, brought you back to reality. And yet, either because I was already accustomed to this world, or because these two somehow complemented each other perfectly, seeing them side by side didn’t seem strange at all.
“Get ’em, Drimo!”
“Squeak!”
Drimo shot me a thumbs-up, not even looking back. Drimo, my man! Even from a distance, he gave off overwhelmingly macho vibes.
Drimo gained speed now, as though the wind were propelling him, and drove his pickax, now glowing with a red light, smack into the lizard’s nose.
“Ra-Raeeerrrr!”
The creature was clearly in pain from the hit, which the drastic drop in its life meter confirmed.
“Chirp chirp!”
Right after Drimo, Rick launched his attack. He was a frail little thing, far too small in size. Unlike Drimo, he was completely unarmed.
Rick, however, boldly approached the lizard and hurled something tiny at its back—a nut, the size of an acorn, the kind that children often make toys of.
It’d be difficult to imagine that the small nut arcing through the air would inflict any damage on the monster, whose scales were as tough as granite. And in fact, the nut merely bounced off the lizard’s scales ineffectually—or so it appeared.
Booooom!
A massive, inexplicable explosion erupted from the nut. A pillar of flames rose, and a thundering sound drowned out the lizard’s roar. The blast was so powerful it knocked the creature facedown on the ground, rendering it unable to stand.
“Great job, you two!”
“Squeak squeak!”
“Chirp!”
The lizard’s life meter dropped even further.
“Time to finish ’em off! Fau, sing the Song of Glory for Bear Bear!”
“Aye!”
Fau, the girl who’d been perched on my shoulder this whole time, soared into the air with a grin.
She was about the same size as Rick, and a beautiful pair of translucent, bug-like wings grew from her back—a sure sign of a fairy. She was stunning, with her soft, curly red hair and her blue high-cut leotard. Despite the rather racy outfit, however, her diminutive stature and doll-like features lent her an innocent air.
Fau plucked at her fairy-sized lute and opened her tiny mouth.
“La la la...♪” she sang, her voice unmistakably fey.
The sound of the lute and Fau’s sweet singing voice melded together into a mysterious, somehow sorrowful melody that echoed through the air. As she continued to sing, a wave of light appeared, as though the tune was taking form. It gathered gradually into a single point, moving towards a small figure.
“Growl!”
The frolicking figure in question was a yellow teddy bear, roughly the size of an elementary school student. It was another of my companions, Bear Bear.
“Take ’em down, Bear Bear!”
“Grooowlll!”
Bear Bear let out an adorable but mighty roar, and sharp claws emerged from their teddy bear paws. Their six claws, three for each paw, gleamed like sword blades. Honestly, there was something pretty badass about seeing claws that vicious sprouting from a teddy bear’s precious paws.
Strengthened by Fau’s song, Bear Bear sprang into the air, jumping higher than their own height. Their claws gleaming red, they slashed repeatedly across the lizard’s face.
“Euurrrggghhh!!!”
The lizard let out one final, agonized shriek before turning into dust and fading into thin air, its HP fully depleted.
“We did it... Guys, we did it!”
“Mm-mmm!”
“...♪”
“Squeak.”
“Chirp chirp!”
“Aye aye!”
“Grooowlll!”
As I pumped my fist in the air, my tamed monsters shouted in joy and rushed to my side—all except for Drimo, that is, who, despite his fluffy and cute appearance, wasn’t much of one for caring.
“Good job, everyone! We won!”
I patted each of them on the head; they all beamed in return.
Ah, there’s nothing like defeating powerful bosses with your tamed monsters at your side.
“Gaming doesn’t get better than this, am I right?!”
Chapter One: Off to the Game World
Have you heard of a game called LJO—Law of Justice Online?
It was heralded as the first online RPG for full dive VR gaming consoles—every gamer’s dream, made a reality three years ago—made exclusively in Japan.
Oh, right. Full dive VR games, by the way, are games where your consciousness gets disconnected from the actual physical world and enters a virtual reality while your body sleeps.
In the beginning, LJO was known as a VRMMO-RPG, the same as other massively multiplayer online RPG gam
The official explanation for this change was that since LJO used full dive VR technology, a new interface, it differed significantly from traditional MMOs and couldn’t be classified alongside them; it was a completely new genre, according to the developers.
However, the real reason for this appeared to be that they were swiftly denied use of the term VRMMO, which was already trademarked in various countries.
Of course, the term VRMMO is already one in widespread generic use, so if the developers were to take the matter to court, they would probably be granted permission to use it without much of a fuss. There’s no telling how long that process would take, though, so evidently they decided that coining a new term would be a faster and cheaper alternative.
Well, as long as it’s fun, I don’t really care what they call it.
There were already several games revolving around magic or fantasy worlds on the market, but no other RPG featured world-building this intricate or on such a large scale.
When I first saw the trailer, I was moved by how realistic and natural it looked. I remember thinking, Wow, we’re really in the future now. Their tagline, “It’s like visiting another world,” probably wasn’t hyperbole—even if it did sound kind of cheesy.
Whenever new information about the game was released, it was always front-page news on online news sites; that’s just how much public interest this game had garnered.
It probably wasn’t an exaggeration to say that gamers all over the world were waiting with bated breath for its release. The first batch was only to be sold in Japan, and yet there were over twenty million applications for its initial shipment of fifty thousand. Never mind that its price and monthly fees were extremely expensive—more than double that of most other games.
The high pricing was apparently due to the comparatively few in-game purchase options, so most of the players simply accepted that this was something they would have to deal with.
Incidentally, the only items available for purchase were cosmetic—things related to enhancing your appearance or decorating the inside of your virtual home. The game supposedly made it impossible to obtain power-up items or exclusive equipment to boost your stats via real-world money. That is to say, the amount you spent wouldn’t directly affect your overall strength in the game, something that you could say is pretty rare for a current day game.
Obviously, I, Yuta Sasaki, had also entered the presale lottery. And as for the result of that...
“Hell yes!” I yelled, staring at my computer screen. My attention was focused on an email I’d received in my inbox.
Subject: To the Winners of Law of Justice Online
The email was a stilted, formal message that essentially said thank you for entering the lottery for Law of Justice Online’s first presale, you won, ain’t that great, blah blah blah. At the end it provided payment details for the software and a few cautionary notes, such as not to resell the game.
“All right! All right!”
This was totally unexpected. The odds had been less than one in four hundred, so though I’d sent in an application for the hell of it, I hadn’t really expected to win.
“Looks like it’s decided.”
What was, you might ask? That it was time for me to play like a true game junkie.
Junkie mode is a playstyle reserved for a select elite class. These players belong to a new human species who believe video game worlds are more important than reality. Abandon all hope, ye who wish initiation into this group. Dost thou vow to devote thyself wholly to gaming? Only those who can answer the gaming gods with a resounding yes are permitted to become game junkies.
To put it simply, game junkies are people who are so invested in gaming that it starts to have severe consequences in their actual lives. Players on the extreme end are said to live off potato chips, use a plastic bottle instead of going to the bathroom, and keep playing until they can’t stay awake anymore. Some people only get four hours of sleep across two days. I’m told that there are people who actually live this way full time—not that I intended to get to that level, obviously.
Full dive VR games were strictly regulated in that aspect lately, anyway. As a result, “playing like a junkie” only meant spending half the day gaming at most.
“Now then, the question is how many days I can take off...”
Today was July 15th. The game was set to officially launch on August 1st.
“Heh heh heh. A glorious boon still awaits me: summer vacation!”
The company I worked at offered a reasonably long summer break to its employees—fifteen days to be exact. If I took paid leave, I could have twenty-five days off in total. That’s a 25-combo streak!
“That loser boss of mine did the same thing last year, so he’s in no place to complain.”
The next day, I eagerly started putting my plan into motion. It was probably the first time since studying for my university entrance exams that I had worked so hard for something.
After a fierce showdown with my boss, I managed to secure my summer break and paid leave. I didn’t feel bad about it; a toxic workplace that can’t function without a single twenty-five-year-old rookie could burn in hell for all I cared!
All that was left then were the basic necessities. For clothes, I needed only the bare minimum. There was no need to dress up, since I had no plans of going out. I bought a bunch of underwear, plain white shirts, and shorts from the hundred-yen shop. I intended to live like some kind of rich celebrity, disposing of the clothes every day after wearing them only once.
Next up was food.
I typically cooked my own meals since I lived alone, but while I was in game junkie mode, I wanted to have food that was quick and easy to prepare. That’s where the game junkie’s savior, frozen meals, came in. Couldn’t forget instant foods either. I also bought a ton of prewashed rice. Thankfully, frozen meals nowadays are better for you than you’d think, since they tend to include plenty of vegetables, but I made sure to buy a number of supplements to make up for common nutrient deficiencies. The most important thing while gaming in junkie mode was your health. After all, if you got sick, you couldn’t play to your heart’s content, even if you had the time.
What else? A heap of instant beverages wouldn’t be a bad idea. Coffee, black tea, and green tea should do the trick.
I also intended to use paper plates when eating, so that I wouldn’t have to bother washing up afterward.
The last thing I had to take care of was my home.
I lived in a studio apartment close to the station. It was equipped with an air conditioner, so I wouldn’t have to worry about the summer heat. I also had a smart bath system, which filled up the tub automatically as long as I remembered to set the timer, so I could easily take a bath every day. The tub had a fresh glazing on it, which meant I didn’t have to clean it either. I could skip a meal or two, but as someone who loves taking baths, I couldn’t bear the thought of going without one.
As for cleaning my room... I’d just have to accept that it would be a bit untidy. I decided to set up a robotic vacuum cleaner and an air purifier just in case. I should probably take out the trash once a week, I figured. That was something I couldn’t very well avoid.
I ended up buying a state-of-the-art bed as well, which was, believe it or not, made especially for VR games. Besides having a reclining function, it prevented your muscles from atrophying by stimulating them with mild electrical pulses and vibrations. It even helped prevent bedsores by massaging your body; it was the perfect bed for lazy people.
Of course, it wouldn’t do to forget to extend my Wi-Fi range. I called the company and was told the upgrade would come in three days, so thankfully, I’d get that done in time.
I also let my family and friends know that I’d be away for a while. I recalled the last conversation I’d had, which was with my mother.
“Hello?”
“Hey, mom. It’s me.”
“My, look who decided to call us. Hi, Yuta.”
“Wait, shouldn’t you ask who this is first? What if I was someone trying to scam you?”
“Don’t worry, I know it’s you.”
“Jeez. See, you might think you’d recognize your son’s voice when you hear it, but things tend to sound a bit different over the phone. It’s dangerous to make a decision like that based on voice alone.”
