Log Horizon

The city was the city of Akiba as Shiloe remembered it.

Akiba, an ancient sanctuary that coexists as it is swallowed up by green forests, with its collapsing ruins, its built-up Barack taverns and its rooted ancient trees intact.

As the home of players in the Alliance of Free Cities Eastal, Elder Tail is the central city of Japan's servers.

Run through Central Avenue and turn the corner of the three-story inn property tavern.

The crumbling building, a legacy of the Old Century, is built in concrete, but there is an incredible sight where the Marutai-made buildings, inherited by the people of this world, are erected to stick together, all of them held in the pockets of ancient trees.

The direct line greeted Siloe as she reached her destination with her hips raised from a pile of collapsed concrete.

There was no window glass or anything left, the light plugged diagonally from the gap that just popped open illuminated the two of them with such a high-definition impression that the game screen was not an eye.

The direct guard laughs lightly, tapping the sword pattern.

Height is a little over 180cm. With a disappointing body. An ancient strong warrior in plain shades, but dressed in terribly sturdy steel armor and carrying a shield - that was the direct line now.

"Ugh! Ciro."

"Ouch, direct"

But the lighter you betray such a boneless look, the brighter your direct line makes your voice siloe.

"Elder Tail" was equipped with a voice chat function as standard. While playing games, microphones and speakers connected to your computer allow you to have conversations with your buddies like a cell phone. Of course, there were users who disliked audio conversations and obsessed with letter-based chat, but Siloe and direct transmission were not.

So Siloe knows and remembers her direct voice.

In fact, the problem, we've met face-to-face offline, but spent dozens of times more time on stupid conversations over monitors than that. It's this bright and reliable voice for Siloe to be direct.

It is gratifying to be able to hear the old and familiar voice again.

(I meant to be calm myself, but it was pretty spiritual)

Siloe was made aware of that.

"Nevertheless, you... Manna."

"That's the way it is."

Confirm each other's appearance. The Siloes basically remain the game character of "Elder Tail".

Originally made of polygons, it was of course a rather high-definition thing that took full advantage of the graphics features of the computer, but it was still only far from real life graphics.

But nowadays, those polygons exist with just as much ditty as reality as they are completely real.

But if you look closely, it doesn't seem like it just made the game a reality. The original model data in "Elder Tail" is sometimes referred to as a game and is designed quite aesthetically for both men and women. No one likes Elder Tail because of his game. Well dressed modeling is natural marketing that meets user demand.

However, the current appearance of the direct line didn't just make the handsome polygon model of "Elder Tail" a reality, but actually seemed to retain the face of the direct line as it was when we faced each other several times.

"Looks like a straight face, doesn't it?

In the game, the ancient wounds that longitudinally traverse the eyebrows that stood out disappear, and the bright eyes that were in the direct line of reality, as well as the slightly saggy eyes and pranky grin, float to the crease.

"So do you, Shilo. Bad eyed triplet, brilliant style with glasses."

"I was wondering if you could leave me alone"

It's a face that someone I know said was a triple-white-eyed person with bad eyes, etc., but now it seems that its characteristics also show up in this body. After repeatedly making fun of the content repeatedly, this cuts back at you again.

Even then, a very small number of people have told me that it is a frivolous side.

"What's going on? Let me know if you know anything.“ Tummy glasses ""

"It's the mountains I want to teach you, but it's not just this guy."

The siloes lowered their hips as they kicked in the crumbling solidification of the conch and squeezed the dust on it. Though I've seen it with a light slap, even Siloe doesn't have a lot of information at her disposal that can explain the current situation.

This place is a lot closer to the heart of Akiba than outside the city where Shiloe regained consciousness just now. If you clear your ears, you can hear the noise in its center becoming a ghost.

"First, ha. It's not a dream. and"

"Yeah."

Siloe nods at the direct interrogation.

……

……

Silence flowing between them. We're thinking about what to tell each other from. But the answer is obvious. I guess the siloe is still brighter to the circumstances than the direct succession. As far as Shiloe knows, she's not supposed to be visiting Elder Tail this past year.

Siloe told me straight ahead about everything she knew.

The direct line was quietly listening to it while Siloe was talking. I asked questions on some topics I didn't know about, but I didn't insist on my opinion.

Siloe doesn't like the noise. I never hate being busy, but I don't like the disorderly noise.

The direct line was cheerful and in good shape, but it's not stupid enough to keep your ears clear when you clear. Siloe had conservative thoughts for her age at Siloe, but she wasn't even so beginner that she couldn't go along with the dirty simone of a direct line boy. That's probably why we were both in the mood around here.

"Huh. Mm-hmm. Different world. - Different worlds, involved. Realize…?"

"So, what's with the direct line? You're back?

A direct line opens its mouth to Siloe's question.

"Oh. I heard there was going to be a new expansion. I've had a paragraph of work, and I thought I'd come and see how it went and log in."

- Return.

(The direct line is back. I tried to come back...)

Siloe thinks so.

The direct line should be two years older than the siloe.

In the first place, I met my direct successor about four years ago.

At the time, Shiloe was already an ancient ginseng player in the Elder Tail. Although it was not uncommon for a boy to manipulate a computer from the time he was in middle school, Siloe was a neat indoorsman among them.

Even when I went outdoors, I was mentally indoors... objectively speaking, "a child who spends time alone among the masses".

Even as I went to high school and went to college, my hobby continued, repeating my journey in virtual space as I did every day.

"Elder Tail" has already had a distinct place in online gaming since that time. Play "Elder Tail" if you want to play a real game with teeth. It was such a appreciated game among gamers.

For example, this "Elder Tail" had a rare and magnificent goal called the "Half-Guire Project". It's like a joke, but it's a project to make a 1/2 size planet.

The city of Akiba, the initial starting point for players playing on Japanese servers, is located in Tokyo on the Japanese archipelago. The North American server is where Big Apple and South Angel started in the early days. The designations Japanese servers, North American servers, etc. are convenient, and organic networks of multiple servers connected to each other can theoretically travel within the game world to another continent or to the end of the world. In other words, Elder Tail announced that it could migrate to other servers.

Of course, the "Half-Guire Project" was a slow goal, and as things stand, this in-game "Gaia" was not a reproduction of everything on the real planet.

In Elder Tail, the world is represented separately by the unit of zone. A zone is a unit of gameplay that represents a certain area or range.

There are places where vicious monsters emerge, like the vast field zone "Fuji Tree Sea," for example, and dungeons like "Sinjuk Station Building Ruins" and cities in non-combat zones like "Akiba City".

In addition, there are small zones, like a hotel room for example. Some zones were put up for sale, and there were places where you could be the owner if you packed a good amount of money.

Zones and zones are connected in various ways. Because the field zones are connected to each other without joints at that boundary, I am less aware of exactly which zone I am in right now.

If I was traveling, I would be switching to an adjacent zone at some point.

Sometimes they are clearly isolated. For example, if a building or room exists alone as a zone, doors, gates, etc. often function as connecting points.

As far as Shiloe knows, there are already more than tens of thousands of zones managed by Japanese servers.

That much enlargement, and in the huge games that development companies have grabbed multiple subcontractors and rolled out in various countries around the world, "knowledge of ancient ginseng" like siloe was a very convenient and dependable existence on its own.

So in his playing history, Siloe was invited by guilds everywhere, and for just a short time, he has enrolled like a trial.

A guild is a typical substitute for the community in "Elder Tail," a team of multiple players.

Players belonging to the Alliance will be given a shared account dedicated to the Alliance at the in-game bank, where items can be shared in a safe, as well as several convenient services. The members of the Alliance are easy to get in touch with each other, and more importantly, they are easy to speak to when embarking on adventures.

So many of the [Elder Tail] players belong to the Alliance. It's more convenient and more rewarding.

Siloe was originally coagulated, and she looked closely into information about Elder Tail overseas. He possessed a distinct amount of knowledge among players with similar playing histories. In that sense, Siloe would have been a "useful person to invite to the guild".

No player has a perfect grasp of countless zones. Even siloes don't have that much storage capacity. But the knowledge of the traffic routes you started, the contact relationships between the zones, the transfer devices called the "Fairy Wheels", the travel times are reduced just because you remember those places, and what you sell in which zones, for example, and what monsters come out in which zones, is still the usual accumulation of things to say.

In countless zones, that's countless types of items and monsters, requests for adventures called quests, various heritage and ancient knowledge and… and all the other elements that developers have come up with.

The virtual world that occasionally simmers them is Elder Tail.

But Shiloe didn't get used to the relationships that came with "convenience" and "gain". Although it is no longer the case now, Shiloe at the time was much more my best, a child... embarrassingly clean.

Shiloe doesn't like to depend, but she doesn't like to be relied upon.

But the fact that I'm not good at it and that it's not bitter is something else.

Various human beings exist within online games. If there are human beings, relationships naturally occur. Not only was there a beautiful relationship there, but there were countless dirty relationships, and that was highly stimulating for Siloe, who was in middle school.

After a while in the guild, Siloe noticed that the people around her were using herself as an offensive site replacement. Shiloe, who was also of a high level, was taken all over the place as if he were a convenience store, and was also thrown into battle at the convenience of others.

Siloe wasn't familiar with the relationship, and she couldn't get along well. So I walked out of all of the guilds I enrolled in for a short period of time and repeated my on-the-spot relationships and adventures on my own.

If you realize it, Siloe was a lone wolf, and for a lone wolf, it had gone from that amount of knowledge and level to a player with the visibility there. And in proportion to that, it would be good to say that he had become a lot of a twisted player.

The direct line and Shiloe met just then, when Shiloe was lifting her arms and giving up a relationship called the Alliance to continue her journey alone, and was also paralyzed by its loneliness.

Siloe and her direct successor met at that "Tea Party of the Prodigal".

The Tea Party of the Prodigal is not an Alliance.

The Tea Party of the Prodigal was only the Tea Party of the Prodigal, and in other words it was irreplaceable.

Objectively, that would have been just "the players who happened to be there".

They were there "always," "whenever," even though they "happened to be.

- The Siloes were there.

Alliances are also variant.

Character also varies.

There's nothing in common.

Just the Shiloes gathered in abandoned buildings, sometimes in meadows, sometimes in starry hills.

And the Shiloes had an adventure.

"Elder Tail" is a medieval fantasy of swords and magic. And it was almost as if it were an official setting among players to wonder if this world was thousands of years after the real planet.

According to Elder Tail's inheritance within the world, there was some huge feud, and this world was shattered and scattered… and reconstructed by the miracles of the gods.

It is a common genesis myth in fantasy games.

Of course, the classic monsters like Oak, Goblin, Troll, Giant, Chimera and Dragon come out of there with awkwardness.

Many of the players enjoy fighting. It is the most common way to play Elder Tail when you gain experience fighting monsters to increase levels and gain rare and powerful items.

But they are battles and harvest deeds, never adventures. Shiloe began and learned at the Tea Party of the Prodigal that "repeating the battle" and "adventure" were completely different acts.

There was always a "girlfriend" at the Tea Party of the Prodigal, and a companion to support her. Siloe was one of them there.

Siroe probably found his first friend at the Prodigal Tea Party, and one of his friends was a direct heir.

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"Did you get back to work?

"Oh, I don't know. Hey, it's been a rough year."

The Tea Party of the Prodigal operated for two years. Those two years were an exceptionally fulfilling and perhaps happy time for Siloe to spend in "Elder Tail".

However, due to various circumstances, the "Tea Party of the Prodigal" will close the curtain on its activities, leaving behind some legends.

One of the circumstances was the suspension of direct gaming activity.

One winter I got busy with my job relationship and my direct line became unable to play the game for a while. Bad timing, and some of the others left the game due to a variety of private circumstances.

The Tea Party of the Prodigal was not an Alliance.

And more than not being an Alliance, it wasn't just a relationship tied together at a loss. The Siloes - they never put it in their mouths because everyone was good old and embarrassed, but they cared about their people.

That's not why he suspended the activities of the Prodigal Tea Party indefinitely. Of course I also thought about inviting new people to continue their activities. But it's another adventure, another story.

It was a lonely thing for the "Tea Party of the Prodigal" to end, but no one was there to lay face to face and regret it. The Shiloes enjoyed many adventures together more than anyone else. The reward was enough.

"I'm finally used to my job. Thanks to you, Pumpkin. You're doing great, I'm going. Well, when it comes to troubles, the company doesn't have nice breasts at all or fine dust."

"You don't have a pretty girl."

Siloe translates and lightly flushes the direct words.

Direct inheritance is a man who should be a good man at all.

Siloe thinks that the direct line is much more stationed than the siloe in the sense that the courage is stationed. The brains are cloudy in some cases, and Siloe doesn't know that under any circumstances the direct light mouth has decreased.

Its light mouth is mainly about "pants," and interior to him, it is synonymous with beautiful girls, or a unit of good fortune or happiness. It's a complicated and strange concept. He's off track as he puts it. Sounds like life work.

"What an approximate gaze. You sloppy sketchy festival."

"I'm not sketchy."

"Yikes, you're sloppily sketchy. There are two kinds of men in this world. It's an open open slap and an introverted slap. I'm open. And I like breasts. Shiro is upset. And you must like your breasts."

Siloe bends her mouth to a tremendous theory into a letter to.

I'm not in a bad mood, though.

Direct transmission has long softened the atmosphere with such an inexplicable story by reading the air. Besides, I have trouble talking about excessive pants, but it's not like I'm not interested in the opposite sex as one of the healthy young people of my age because I'm a siloe. In heterosexual underwear, of course.

"I do like pussy, but I don't like anything in it."

"I know how important it is to have a breast festival."

"... but here it is"

"Yeah."

A big sigh of direct succession.

Siloe nods. I know too much what my direct succession wants to say.

"Even if you don't take care of me until you have a different world vacation because you said you had a job paragraph or something. Come on. More or less you can go back to normal, here."

Straight line tapping a light mouth like a tear.

Maybe countless players left in this world are thinking uniformly. It's a question, but perhaps more deceitful and mouthful than any of them, because of the spiritual toughness of the direct line and the kindness towards Siloe.

"I think this is God's generation change. A god with mediumstantial delusions has reigned."

"That's a relentless situation. Totally like this. Desperate festival."

"Yeah. You'd better give up for the time being to return"

"It's a relentless recognition of the status quo."

"Because it's suicide volunteers who condone the current perception."

"That's the Operation Staff of the Tea Party."

When the direct line pays lightly for Siloe's response, she continues with a changed look after shaking her head several times to change her mood.

"Okay, for the time being, I gave up. That means that. This is a classic fantasy novel situation where we have to survive in the future."

Siloe nodded to the question, though he was never pleased. As long as Siloe can remember, she lives just like she usually does when it comes to what she does, takes a bath just like she usually does, logs in to (Elder Tail) just like she usually does, practises hunting with the novice twins she recently knew, and suddenly says she was cut off from consciousness.

I was forced into this world - or into this situation - when I was acting roughly the same as I usually do.

There may be some cause or fallout here, but under the circumstances, they can't peek into the siloe.

Shiloe doesn't know how to get out of this situation or the other world, at least at this moment.

In other words, whether we look for some means to return to the original world or wait for us to be able to return to the "coincidental" world just as we were caught up in this world, the Siloes need to survive in this world in the meantime.

"It's possible that if you die in this world, you'll wake up in the original world, but I don't really recommend it." The world could be ruined, so I borrowed 100 million dollars in salad -! In a similar way. "

"That's not a very smart choice. Right. If you're really just gonna die, it's just a dead festival."

"Right."

"But, well, isn't survival a problem in itself? Shilo Staff."

"I guess so."

"'Cause we're level 90, right? Anyway, if you want to break through the zone of difficulty, if you just want to say survival, it won't be so tight. I have money, too. Gear too...... mine is a little old, but there's one there. Wouldn't that be a problem?

"... I don't always think so."

"Why?"

The direct line does not appear to have been raised in this situation either.

I envy your direct optimism. That toughness is something that doesn't belong to Shiloe.

But as a siloe, I had vague anxieties. Combine words in the spirit to go after that anxiety.

"I don't know if we're in the other world... or the game world, but it's... weird that we're involved."

"Yeah? Erm. That's true, though. Huh?"

"I mean, here's what I think. 'There's no way you can get lost in another world if it's obvious. More than impossible has happened, the obvious doesn't work right now. So if you believe you can survive naturally, you get hurt."

To Siroe's words, the direct line had been decent for a while, but eventually he looked terribly nasty and asked.

"That's a shitty three-step argument."

"But you can't run away. I think..."

"That's right, though."

Direct inheritance holds and opens the palm of his hand. He may be anxious to believe his body, which should have 90 levels, if it is a good thing.

"One more thing to point out, though I was flying in this mayhem... maybe a new expansion pack is being introduced"

"The opening of the Nouathphere"?

"Yeah. Not only are new items, monsters and quests being added, but new zones are also being added, given the assumption that new expansion packs are being introduced, right?

More importantly, they may even remade the zone they've been in. "

"If you ask me... you're right"

Siloe, who glanced off the direct line, still doesn't stop talking.

"I don't know about sword moves because I'm a magician, but magic seems to work fine. It's too late and dangerous in battle because it's a choice from the menu to use from the magic book, but I made sure I could use it in a short chant by registering a shortcut."

"Oh. I'm registered, too. I can give you sword moves, I know because I tried earlier."

"But that doesn't mean you can win the fight."

"Really?

"How tall is the direct line? Real, but..."

"183. It's just like this character."

Direct relay does the trick of waving one hand and stroking the tip of the head.

"Oh well, I wonder if that doesn't make me very uncomfortable. I'm a few centimeters different. [M] Pretty uncomfortable. Hmm. Something like wearing a thick bottom shoe. I think the difference in the length of the hands and feet makes me feel more uncomfortable. That's how there's a gap between the real body and this body.

I mean, this body we're using right now, it's not something we're used to. Assuming that sword moves and magic could have been used, it's not clear how far it's suitable for combat to say what it feels like to actually move your body. "

"Ah. Is that true, too? Difficult festival. Trouble."

"… and more than that, this situation is difficult to verify status"

Continue explaining to the Straight Line of the Wonderful Face.

"If you do concentrate around your forehead, you can see the status screen. I think if we throw a party together, we can also check each other's HP. But I think this is pretty hard to be aware of all the time in battle.

I'm still in a situation where there's enemies in front of me, like a direct line, and it's kind of hard to be conscious while slashing each other. "

"You mean the battle is pretty tough?

"I think you should think so"

I didn't explain it again to the direct line, but the sight problem is also huge. If you want to play as a game on a computer, you can also play from a perspective that makes your vision much wider and sees the whole thing, but if you get into this situation, you can only recognize the sight about 120 degrees in front of you.

When fighting huge enemies such as trolls and giants, for example, there will be more blind spots than before. - When it came to combat, the problem was said to be a pile.

"Is that all?

"There's more..."

"What the hell. Are you having a hard time talking?"

Sigh sounds like trouble. Siloe is surprised to recognize it by ear. Siloe herself had it on.

Siloe came up with the possibility first.

To be honest, it's like we've talked about before, it's the end of the story, like the issue of combat and the problem of differences with the game. Sure, it's troublesome, it's more difficult, but I don't think it's a problem that I can't get through.

I didn't want to talk about what I was going to do, but I was just buying time to bypass the story a little bit.

"What the fuck? What the fuck? Famous Staff."

My direct line tells me that Shiloe is not a famous staff member.

This is how direct transmission is the opponent, so I talk a lot now, but I'm usually alone with a lot of worries.

So I turned my attention to the last thing, so they just called me a staff officer at the Prodigal Tea Party. It was twisted, and if I had to, I'd have a good mouth, so naturally I was just entrusted with negotiators and ops.

"- Around 1.2 million characters were registered on the Japanese server of Elder Tail, with around 100,000 active users."

"Yeah."

That was no longer a line of common sense and cloudy numbers for the Siloes players.

"I think more people were accessing it today by saying it was the unveiling of the new expansion pack. My prediction is that there are roughly 30,000 people on Japanese servers. I don't think this is a very unusual number, even if it's based on the percentage of friends who are logged in.

Though I think it would be good to be sure already if we got here... Thirty thousand Japanese are taken in in this other world. I don't know about North American servers or European servers. "

The direct line nods honestly.

I mean, there are 30,000 people here.

Siloe dared not speak to the players.

"But we have no governing body, no law."