131 The interview 1

This event did not happen without a reason as it was caused by someone's plan. The mastermind behind the abduction had willingly stopped his training and was currently enjoying himself.

The previous scenery of hundreds of Moirai training was no more and it was replaced by all of them running busily around. The original just had a big grin on his face which could barely contain the happiness from sapping through.

Indeed I am currently quite happy about the entire situation that is why I am going to let your narration slide. I really look forward to it, although the scenery still needs some polishing.

" Your happy persona is even more annoying than your miserable one." resounded the pissed of voice from the narrator in my head. The reason for his bad mood could be found by looking at the circumstances that lead me into this situation.

I had just enjoyed a training session when the tenant looking as handsome as ever suddenly arrived in this strange space of my consciousness. He would not appear in front of me without any cause forcing him to.

Keeping my mouth shut and just listening was the best choice, that way the issue at hand could be resolved as fast as possible and we both could return to the things we had been doing prior. Much to my surprise, it was, at least from my perspective, a very joyful occasion.

Due to reasons, he did not want to disclose to me, I was told to fix a hopeless situation. After inquiring exactly what needed to be fixed I was informed about the vehement struggle against reason by the players.

Of course, many details were emitted but only the gist was needed to see the core problem of this entire fiasco. The players were just too stupid for tasks which were related to actually using their brains for things other than killing monsters.

This evaluation might sound harsh but their critical thinking process was non-existent. Facing a threat, which they can not seem to overcome, they decide to try the same over and over again, expecting a different result. That is the true definition of madness.

It was my task to fix this critical flaw and help them overcome this hurdle which seemed to be unsurmountable. This assignment was something I considered to be impossible to achieve by normal means. It would take way too long for these players to be enlightened if I were to treat them one by one.

They would not even spare any of their important time just to listen to my advice. If I wanted to get my points across I needed to find a suitable method. Screaming at them to finally use their heads would certainly not yield any good results nor would any form of direct conversation.

Every one of them has their heads far up in the sky, that such a thing is just beneath them. In order to find success in this endeavour, I had to approach this topic in a different manner than usual, going in with guns blazing was this time around sadly not an option.

But then I had a sudden epiphany, just because they did not listen to my words did not mean that they would not listen to me. Although this idea resulted in the present situation Because this idea required me to let me take back the control of the body without him being able to do what he had planned for.

After a quick discussion with my employer and telling it about my plan, it was time to prepare for the upcoming show. The Observer itself called my plan mad and I could not have received more praise. Certainly capturing CallMeDaddy and exploiting his reach to conduct an interview was a bit special in nature.

The idea was quite simple in theory, act as this interview was intended to help them and answer their questions to the best of my knowledge. If I act sensible enough and stop myself from giving heretic answers it will work and not cause any problems.

An interview would be the last thing they expect given the predicament they were currently facing. Another big advantage of the big reach was the ability to communicate with those players. Most of them would not miss this oppurturnity because the news did not even reach them. By spreading the word more and more of their friends will hear about it as well and subsequently the players as well.

But before I could not an interview which would cause every viewer to feel breathless I had to create a sufficient ambience. This could not be done on my own and I had to use every Moirai present to prepare the city.

The Moirais were given one simple task, find and bring me monster corpses and place them in the surroundings. My aim was to underline the prestige of the Moirai and this could not be achieved by standing around rubble or trees.

According to the motto the bigger the better, new monsters found their way into the abandoned city and were promptly put on display. With more fresh meat arriving, I had to resolve another glaring issue. I could not hold an interview dressed like this.

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While running around without a shirt was no issue for me, it would not look very good being interviewed. I am quite certain, that muscles of any kind would lead to a negative response given the prejudices against them.

My choice fell to a simple shirt which could be found in a random house. After sending out some Moirais to scout the area for suitable clothing it was one of the few options I could wear without looking weird.

Dressed in simple garments, I decided to send the Moirais out to gather fruits and to bring me something to drink. As a host, it was my job to prepare everything so that CallMeDaddy would be convinced about the role I try to play.

Speaking of whom, I decided to wait until the food and the liquids had been brought before sending the horde of Moirai out to locate CallMeDaddy and to bring him and everything in his proximity in front of me.

I pondered how many fake CallMeDaddy would be brought to me because they had claimed to be the famous player in question? Knowing my luck it will probably be more than just a few. With no other choice, I sat down and thought about the questions I might get to hear and used this time to create a good answer for them.

By appearing authentic most players will not doubt my words and actually listen to them. Though in order to accomplish this, I will have to choose my words wisely and act befitting to the serious image that the developers would choose.

As of now, I am just a pure savage or a lowborn human in their eyes. This was just the result out my gigantic lack of knowledge about their culture. Seeing honour as their highest value is the only thing I know about them, but I have no clue about their social standings the general zeitgeist or anything about their culture.

The information I had received from the Observer could not be trusted fully as I could not turn a blind eye to the logical inconsistencies that had come up from time to time. Trying to fill this gap required a trustworthy source and I doubt I could ask the players that are training with me do give an unbiased answer.

First of all, it would be more than strange if I act as a representative for the team behind "Primal Survival" and then start asking questions, that every small child on this planet would know and I doubt, that the anyone of them would have the information I want in the first place.

All of my players either come from a mysterious background which taught them a weird way to apply magic using their body or from the Church. Neither side offered enough to actually take that risk.

I would not destroy my odds of succeeding by casting suspicion on myself to blow my cover before the interview even took place. Seems like the only option I can take is to give vague answers and avoid answering questions that would need specific details.

The best course of action would be to talk to "CallMeDaddy" beforehand to make sure that questions like this will not even come up. By using my cover I even have a solid argument against things that would be considered common knowledge.

Now before the arrival of our special guest, I will have to make sure that everything is right. That means I will have to tell the players here what is about to take place, otherwise, it will be hard to predict what they would do upon seeing the arrival of CallMeDaddy and his team.

Since I can not predict what information they might give out upon being questioned I will just have to make sure that their answers will rob the other party the will to question them further.

After walking up to them still doing the exercise I had started for them I felt pleasantly surprised, this would be easier than initially anticipated. If they had followed this simple routine for all of that time, they would surely listen to my words without any hesitation.

" Training your body is important, but do you know what is equally as important?" They all stared with reverence in their eyes, longing to hear the answer to the question. Although I had given them the answer already I could sell it as a profound lesson, that would change their perspective on life.

" It is a strong mind, you can have a weak body with a strong mind but not a strong body with a weak mind." With inspirational quotes like that, they will interpret something out of it and love me even more.

Now to talk about the main issue, all I needed to do was mark it as another form of training for them.

" Others will question your will and slander what you believe in. Do not be swayed by their opinion, doubting yourself means you have been defeated before the fight had even started. Shout out your conviction at them to prove that you can not be swayed by their ill words."

" Yes teacher", all of them had bought my pitiful attempt at convincing them to not divulge too many information upon being questioned. After taking care of the easy part I had to convince Tom to do the same.

Ideally, I would have tried to isolate him from the group and then talked to him from eye to eye, but he asked me to do the same without me having to say anything. Of course, I had accepted this request and moved with him to a location, far away from the players and NPCs alike.

" What exactly are you planning and how can there be so many of you?"

" Congratulations player Hero of War, you have been chosen to partake in the interview from the famous player "CallMeDaddy. due to your vast knowledge, you are granted this privilege. " I made a meaningful pause that Tom can realize what I just said to him. I just hoped that I had chosen the right words to not blow my cover.

Wait, right words? Was I always this dumb? The Observer always translates my words into their language and I am paying attention to my word choice, that is truly stupid. As long as the meaning is clear why should I bother about the small details?

I continued with a smile on my face.

" Just tell him, that he is supposed to keep quiet about this matter because it is so super important for some reason you will have to come up with and tell him that he has proven himself because he found out about this plan before it even took place".

" Yes, of course, I will it is such a great honour. I will give it my all."

Okay 1 2 3 seconds have passed it is time for me to act normal again.

" Hello, you unfortunate soul that has no clue what is happening, what do you want to talk about?"

" I just wanted to praise your teaching and how wise it truly is."

And this my friend is what I call a big fat lie. Everything around it was unbelievable from the content of the message to the shameful gaze aimed at the ground.

" Thank you for that oh so heartfelt praise, but I will have to return to the rest of these clowns to run this show." The feeling to be able to say anything was liberating and I also did not have to waste my time being so thoughtful about stuff like this anymore.

I turned around went back to the rest of the Moirai who was still running around bringing more and more monsters corpses into the city. I did not even listen to the words Tom had spoken as I enjoyed my newfound freedom.

Now all that was left was to wait and think about the questions I might get answered. I decided to do some sit-ups this time around.

After quite some time CallMeDaddy and his team arrived in the city, the distress and panic were quite visible on their face. With an expression like that, I wonder whether I truly good expect a good interview.

" I assure you this result is normal after being abducted and brought to a strange place by a horde of your clones."

I do not need an explanation for the matter. What I need is him to calm down that the interview can finally begin. Even the Observer is currently staring at me, expecting me to do my job. Being aware of my responsibilities I decided to let Tom take this task, as doing sit-ups was of higher importance.

After Tom or "Hero of War" had talked to CallMeDaddy and involved him about the upcoming interview the fear in his face was blown away in an instant and his eyes began to burn full of passion. It seems like Tom had used the right words to cause so much stimulation in a person, which had been utterly confused mere seconds before.

Tom started to scream orders at his team which they promptly followed, as I had imagined some of them sent around to scout the surroundings for a good location and most likely also to talk to the few players that were in this abandoned town.

Although they would be greatly disappointed once they came into contact with them. Indeed, it was a treat to hear the training madmen at the top of their lungs of how great this training is. I was really looking forward to this entire situation, as in it lied the chance to cause some serious mishap.

I was looking forward to what exactly these players would ask of me.