My RPG Character Came to Real Life and is Trying to Kill Me

Chapter 2 - Lord Kaja Hates Cheese

"Who art thou?"

Kaja's eyes had opened finally.

"Who art thou? And what the devil dost thou speaketh?" He repeated the phrase like a broken record, while the Japanese high school girl across from him did more or less the same thing.

"あ-あなたは誰?" The girl stammered.

"Who...who art thou?"

"A-Anata wa dare?"

To say Kaja was larger than the girl was an understatement. Sitting atop Mao's bed, wearing full Spirit Dragon Armor, the Godking looked like he took half the room space with his aura alone.

And yet, it was not the case that Kaja was single-handedly dominating Mao.

It is like this.

When a child's sense of self is intact, having not been worn down by the vicissitudes of time and influence of others as he grows up, everything in his eyes overwhelms the senses.

His mother's face as it is revealed through her palms tickles his funny bone. Seeing a new animal at the zoo utterly utterly delights him. The train station that dulled salarymen cram themselves into daily thrills his imagination. A scene that would otherwise be ignored by peers making the transition to young adulthood would otherwise still be able to enthrall him, if his sense of wonder has preserved this long.

This was the exact wonder Kaja was feeling. Although only ten seconds have allotted since his home invasion of an underage girl, he still inexplicably understood that he was in a fundamentally different world, and every single thing in it was bombarding his senses and spirit with confusion and caution, among alienation and awe.

The Godking felt like a newborn swimming afloat in amniotic fluid while gazing at its mother for the first time.

Little did he knew, his instincts were nigh to the truth!

"S-seriously, who are you?" Kaja said.

"Ah! Anata wa... You're beginning to make sense!" The girl on chair across from him smiled excitedly.

Somehow, miraculously, the warrior felt his jaw and tongue make involuntary contractions and movements. Like a person thawed awake from cryogenics, he felt his mouth as well as the portion of his brain getting instant acquisition as well as command of the language the girl was using.

The only thing shielding the girl from the armored man was her chair turned backwards. Bravely, she stood up from her chair, turned her chair to the side, and took a gingerly step towards the giant atop her bed.

"Do you...do you understand me?"

She stood at her full height of 156 cm.

Kaja looked at her, having not moved a muscle since his awakening. He was sitting on top of the soft futon, in a somewhat awkward pose like the final moments upon losing a battle with gravity- his expression an unreadable mix of emotions.

"Yes, I do."

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"My name is Mao, and I'm your creator."

The warrior's face scrunched in an expression of discomfort, as if he found a problem with this statement. Yet, he understood implicitly and instantly.

"To put it more accurately, I'm your player. Er... I hope my choice of wording made sense."

Mao by all means exuded social anxiety and a lack of awareness. Her lounge clothing of choice appeared to be whatever she was wearing for the day, which of the moment was her still sweaty school uniform. However, she was not wanting in the looks department. Despite being a no-good unproductive leech of society that is the gamer, she was well proportioned, having a pair of slender legs that retained most of their flexibility from having been forced to do ballerina classes, and she had a cute face. Curious, kind eyes that were complimented by her dimples were almost hidden by her bangs.