Chapter 215: Wonderland – 18

Chapter 215: Wonderland – 18

The reason why the Demons are worshiped is because they fulfil the requirements of a religion. One of the representative aspects is the promise of the afterlife.

The Demons provided their believers with the ‘world after death’.

The Demons residing in the Abyss each built their own unique Domains within it.

The size and characteristics of these places varied for each Demon.

Wonderland was the Domain governed by Kirku.

The souls of magicians, acrobats, and clowns automatically gathered here after death.

This place was especially significant to him, a fan of TTT.

Players could meet allies and enemies from TT1 and TT2 here.

Regardless of how they met their end, they all cooperated with the player to defeat Wonderstein.

The final battle, in which they all participated, was an unforgettable experience for fans who had enjoyed the Tril Trillo series for a long time.

The final stage boasted the quality and vast volume befitting the conclusion of a trilogy.

In fan communities, some would say that with just this final stage, TT3 deserves to be called a masterpiece.

Wonderstein himself thought so too.

This place was the destination of TTT, containing its essence.

He found himself staring at the scene in front of him, forgetting about searching for his companions.

A huge circus tent, thousands of meters high, made up of thousands of buildings piled up.

Streets pulsating with all sorts of colors.

And cheerful music and laughter coming from all directions.

It was the first time he had seen such a peaceful scene in Wonderland.

This was because, at the main storyline point, smoke was rising and murders were taking place everywhere due to Wonderstein’s invasion.

Was he overwhelmed by the scenery?

He stood up hastily.

In the process, he confirmed that his legs were also like wooden sticks.

He looked around at the building he was in.

His reflection was visible in the glass window.

“What is this...?”

A worn straw hat, ragged clothes.

A face made of patched rags.

And arms and legs made of wooden sticks.

There was the scarecrow standing there.

***

When TT2 was first released, there were several videos on the community that became quite a sensation. They were uploaded by an anonymous user.

The videos featured incredibly skillful gameplay, almost to the point where it seemed like the player was using macros, and they were designed in such a creative way that even people unfamiliar with the game could enjoy them.

People started calling this anonymous user “Torch Dancer.”

The reason he was called that was simple. After pulling off unbelievable superplays, he would always make the character hold a torch and perform a “dance” move.

An employee of an internet broadcasting company visited his house to recruit him as an exclusive creator for the company.

“Surprised?”

“A little.”

As soon as the employee laid eyes on him, she recalled the profanities she often used.

She had encountered many socially awkward individuals in her line of work. Strangely, when he personally asked her to visit his house, she blurted out the profanity, recalling several unpleasant experiences she had had.

However, in this case, it turned out that what she said wasn’t just a profanity but rather a neutral description of the person. Upon seeing him, she felt embarrassed about using it as a profanity.

Their conversation started awkwardly.

However, she was a professional salesperson. She quickly brought up topics that the other person would like to talk about and smoothly led the conversation.

They mainly talked about games.

Which games were good this year, which ones were disappointing, what genre they particularly liked.

The excited Torch Dancer showed her how he could manipulate the computer. Every time his eyes moved, the screen switched quickly. She constantly exclaimed in admiration at his reaction speed, which was comparable to a professional gamer’s.

“We found him!”

“Intruder!”

They seemed to be enjoying a Halloween festival. People wearing masks and loud costumes surrounded him, pointing weapons at him.

The Scarecrow tried to tense up when he saw them, but it wasn’t easy. Their weapons looked too ridiculous.

They aimed rubber balls, yo-yos, ribbon sticks, trumpets, and the like at him.

It seemed like a fight was about to break out, but their guard quickly broke down.

“Wait, wait, stop!”

“What’s up, it’s a persona, isn’t it?”

“Persona? What, for real?”

They confirmed the Scarecrow’s appearance and put down their weapons(?). They approached him with a friendly attitude as he stood there awkwardly.

“Hey, you looked surprised. Why are you wandering around here like this?”

“Yeah. We thought some mountain dwellers had invaded again.”

The Scarecrow tried not to be too surprised by their words and asked.

“Mountain dwellers invaded?”

“Yeah? Don’t you know? It’s been crazy around here for the past few days.”

They suddenly looked suspiciously at him.

Some even picked up their weapons again.

“Could we know your registration number?”

One of them asked, and the Scarecrow thought of an excuse, recalling as much game knowledge as possible.

“Well... I didn’t receive any Inspira.”

“Ah, then you must be a resident living in the lower north.”

“No. The lower north is off-limits. I live in the lower east.”

With his smooth answer, the guards completely relaxed their guard.

“Sorry for suspecting you.”

“Things have been tough lately.”

“How did you end up here on the outskirts?”

The Scarecrow came up with another plausible answer.

“I came to save my family. That’s why I haven’t heard from the streets for a while.”

The guards made sympathetic sounds at his words.

“Well, it can’t be easy. Calling your family to Wonderland without Inspira is like trying to catch a star in the sky.”

“We can’t blame you for trying. But still, try not to go near places where light descends next time.”

They escorted the Scarecrow to the entrance of the circus castle.

It was because if he wandered around here and met some impatient patrolmen, he might be attacked without warning.

“By the way, what does it mean that mountain dwellers invaded?”

In response to his question, they told him about an incident that happened a few days ago.

Light flashed from the sky, and a group of mountain people appeared.

Some were arrested, but some escaped.

They claimed to be acrobats, but who knows.

“Their tactics are getting more and more cunning.”

“Oh, by the way, what’s your name over there?”

At the sudden question, the Scarecrow was at a loss for words. For a moment, the name “Frank Wonderstein” almost slipped out.

But he couldn’t casually mention that name here.

Instead, he replied, taking the name from a play he had appeared in when he was young.

“My name is Oz.”

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