Log Horizon

Siroe stood on a vast white sandy beach after feeling similar to the lightheadedness that accompanied the metastasis.

A clear light similar to the morning burn illuminates the waves.

The slowly creeping waves were pulling the lace pattern bubbles and playing a faint sound.

A white and blue border that runs far to the end of your sight.

Taking a step, Siloe was surprised by the sound of her feet like she had collapsed Millefeuil.

Siloe walked out in awe of the unclean sandy beach.

Because I couldn't help but stand still, and it seemed to lead me to something.

As you raise your gaze to the wind that hits your cheek, a great shadow turns from the rear of the siloe to the top of the heavens.

Is that graceful wing some kind of seabird?

In the dark cobalt sky, white figures dance to play with their kind.

That flight, which caught the wind, was smooth, and Siloe remembered a novel by Richard Buck that he used to read. Like that seagull, the seabird wings everywhere.

(And that's a strange place...)

I don't recognize it as an imminent death experience.

Is this where I came even in my childhood? thought. I remember reading in some article that humans don't lose their memory, they just can't pull it out. The human memory is a bond between encrypted synapses, so if it can't be decrypted, can we consider it lost? and siloe thinking about the twist, but this place was still not remembered.

But even if it wasn't in my memory, this was a beautiful place.

Dunes with a clear winter atmosphere infinitely spreading.

The contrast of a clear herd of blue is so vivid that it spares words with the unclean pale cream color.

Siloe was alone and walked through the waves.

On the sand of Ivory there is a siloe footprint as described for the first time in tens of thousands of years. That was one record (log) to follow in Siloe's walk.

Was it because you came on that park bench, or was it sucked out by the silver sand that kept you walking, and there was no more helplessness in Siloe's chest?

Just pale guilt lingers. That's a debt you have to pay back after resuscitation.

After a long walk, Siloe gazed at the sea as she sorted out her thoughts.

Particles of light spreading ripples from your feet.

Siloe questioned the unique sound of crystals.

The rugged planet that illuminates the beach floats a cloud of marbles in Cobalt, which we have only seen in photographs. The light of heaven, which I had just assumed was the moon, was a blue planet.

(- Is this the moon?

Looking around seemed like the right answer.

The dunes of colour, like the bones of a dry dinosaur, and the dreamy bright light that immerses them, are sights of dazzling fantasy.

Having quickly confirmed the zone, Siloe was convinced that this was the fourteenth server she had only heard rumors about.

The name of the zone is Mare Tranquillitatis.

I guess it's not registered with the automated translation system yet. If you believe in the display as it was originally written, this is the "Sea of Quiet."

This is probably a test server full of ongoing content prepared by Atarva. Siroe didn't know if that had come to this side in the Catastrophe, or if there were any other circumstances.

Siloe, who also doesn't have a way to investigate, explores his memory while appreciating what is breathable.

Implementing the Earth Approximation World through the Half Gaia Project, Elder Tail manages the entire area divided among thirteen servers. It was said that the test server was the fourteenth server not officially added there.

But nothing, that doesn't mean private.

The user is free to create characters on the test server. The characters you create on the test server will not be able to travel to the general game server, they will only be able to explore the endless labyrinthine expansive underground world.

But this was a mechanism that benefited both users and development companies.

The development company can have the system currently under development inspected free of charge by a good debugger with the basics of being a player in the "Elder Tail". Combat stunts, weapon damage balance, etc. are not only numerically balanced in simulations, but actually getting users to play and ask what they think is the surest way to improve quality.

From the user's point of view, this test server was a place where the elements to be introduced into the game in the near future could be experienced as soon as possible for free. Changes in combat balance and the introduction of new stunts, items and monsters make a difference to the gaming environment. Getting that kind of new information one step ahead of you is the surest way to participate in debugging a test server.

Such thoughts of both had enabled the operation of the test server.

This is how Elder Tail developer Atarva, North America, works with test players to develop common global content and research system updates.

Shiloe herself resides a subcharacter on this test server.

Considering that it was a female summoner, it was probably still better to have been involved in a "catastrophe" with the main character (Siloe).

However, even a knowledgeable siloe there about the test server did not know that there was a "surface" on the test server. There shouldn't have been any such information on overseas information sites either.

The test server, as its name suggests, is an environment for testing.

The underground labyrinth world, separated by the name of the area of ​ ​ the numbers, was supposed to be Shiloe's thought test server, also consolidated with various old and sometimes lost dungeons.

I remember, but this past week, when the new expansion pack was released, I felt that the test server administrator had also been unable to log in to turn to the expansion work.

Siloe tried to chew on the information she had learned, but she did not get any new reasoning.

I've never heard of Shiloe, such as coming to the test server with an imminent death experience in the first place.

Haven't you noticed that every other Adventurer is a test server?

That would be possible, Siloe thought.

Isn't that even on the moon, beyond the fact that the area managed by the test server isn't in the Half Gaia Project? The topic has been discussed several times on overseas bulletin boards, and is not necessarily a major knowledge among Japanese players.

You wouldn't have known Mare Tranquillitatis was a "quiet sea" if you didn't even know it. It should have been Latin.

Having thought that far, Siloe suddenly realized how close she looked up at herself.

If you stared at the mess as the snow drifted, it was no one but Akatsuki, the well-known girl of Shiloe.

The girl, dressed in a camel-colored duffel coat, looked up at the siloe with a slightly troubled, alarming, bewildered look.

I think of the neighborhood cat who always came to my side for you not to miss me.

When Shiloe nodded, Akatsuki seemed equally relieved.

Siroe knew that when she smiled uppermost like a shin, she would have a very gentle look.

He looked satisfied, enjoyed himself, and smiled like a soldier.

Shiloe started walking on the beach again, inviting Akatsuki. There seemed to be no other information available even if we stayed in this place, because Akatsuki, who was twirling around at the waves, seemed to have moved on.

The two took the time to go on the beach.

I didn't feel harmful or hostile at all to this place, but it is still a strange place.

Shiloe was watching his surroundings carefully, while Akatsuki seemed calm.

If I look back, I fold my hips and stare at the footprints of the sandy beach.

When the siloe noticed it and stopped looking back, she chased him with lightness that didn't make him feel gravity and fluttered around the siloe.

And the two proceeded with their steps aligned again, sometimes Akatsuki preceded them, ascertaining the wave strike, and pointing to the large bird winging.

The camel-coloured duffel coat of a girl like Swallow was adorable and looked great on her.

Is it a little cold, or put your cheeks on a pale apple color and sometimes precede you to urge.

I guess this is still a world of [Elder Tail] itching. A huge atmosphere existed, and the wind chirping characteristic of the outdoors it moved slowly was low and crackling. harmonious with the noise of the tide. It was the keynote background sound of this world, the only other sound of matter was the footsteps of the two of us.

You were a little scared of something, Akatsuki's walk slowed down and tended to lag behind.

Shiloe waited slowly for Akatsuki in no hurry.

Waiting was not bitter.

Soon, white phosphorescence began to descend from heaven.

Its light, white and pale everywhere, had fallen equally quietly on the dunes, on the sea plains, on the siloes and on the acorns.

Surprised Shiloe tried touching him with her fingers and felt her chest ache from the dreamy haze.

Just like the snow I touched when I was a kid, if you think you caught him, you don't look like him if you check your hands.

Siroe nodded at Akatsuki as he was rounding his eyes.

Now you two are seeing the same wonder.

It touches the same wonder.

That brought an unexplained sense of quiet satisfaction to Shiloe.

Fear, anger, and regret melt into the quiet winter beach. The two became silent before the silence, washed by its pure morning.

"I didn't think it was this quiet."

On a clear blue inlet beach, Shiloe stopped and snapped.

"Yeah."

Akatsuki next door answered me.

It was a short word, but Siroe felt the same awe as herself in that voice.

Church bell-like sounds were faintly sounding from the other side of the distant sea plains.

That seemed like an old signal that a strange species who spent tens of thousands of years alone after birth would tell their companions about their existence.

There was no basis whatsoever, but Shiloe was convinced that this inlet was a special place.

Akatsuki, standing next to him, trembled slightly, exhaling in sadness.

For the first time at this time, Shiloe thought Akatsuki was also “dead”.

It was tentative, but “death” is “death”. It passed unbroken over Akatsuki, leaving an engraving. I think it was probably painful. There must have been grief, humiliation.

But Akatsuki was a bit more grown up than Shiloe knew and had much stronger eyes.

If “death” tells us something, as William put it, then the Shiloes are obliged not to waste it. Without even knowing what the duty was for, Siloe vowed it strongly to her chest.

If this inlet takes away memories for that matter, I want to offer it to myself as a consideration.

Siloe hoped so.

It's a necessary ritual to get closer to something you wished for beyond regret in order to be yourself who figured out something just a little bit more than yesterday.

Siloe took a small blade out of her pocket and cut the shards of her memory herself.

Akatsuki, who saw it, also cut the tip of the ponytail and flushed it into the sea plains.

The snow falling from heaven and this blue sea plain are all made of shards of thought.

Some of the visualized souls are playing a tidal wave as liquid energy.

This sea swallows the tears of the Adventurers who did not reach the river. That was more a certainty than a guess. At this time, Shiloe was watching the Soul Theory (Spirit Theory) with his eyes.

A small hand held Siloe's coat.

"Wow," Shiloe whispered without taking her gaze off the ocean.

Nodded Akatsuki and Shiloe stared in the direction of Kaihara until his chest palpitations subsided.

"Did Akatsuki fall?

Akatsuki gave a surprised look at Shiloe's words, but snorted.

Akatsuki looked up desperately at Shiloe and opened that little mouth.

I tried to open it.

But that seems difficult for her, she tried several times and eventually tied it into one letter.

Tears seeped up in the Akatsuki looking up, but that was more about remorse than about sadness. Akatsuki held his own chest pain alone and didn't leak it to Shiloe.

Siloe had a chest ache on that look. Akatsuki tried a very nasty problem and was defeated. I wanted to help you with that, but Siroe wasn't on the spot.

"Oh well. What am I, too? He's dead."

"My lord too."

"Yeah."

Meditate your eyes and you will rise. The voice of the tense count of the "Silver Sword".

The sound of a knocked sword, the magic of a burning flame and the cold air that follows.

It's not that I regret not winning.

That you didn't do your best for it. I regret not doing what I should have done.

But Akatsuki's burning eyes didn't even catch fine dust.

Akatsuki may have lost, but he wasn't.

I don't know what happened, but Siroe looked at her and felt just like herself. The pain is an Akatsuki treasure. It is a pride to be reclaimed by those who have made up their mind to fight.

So I didn't need consolation.

"I failed. The prospects were sweet. - I couldn't believe it."

I spared the word.

I spared my hand.

I spared the best.

"I don't know"

Siloe wanted to have a voice that would desperately encourage herself to cry even now. I know, I know. I know exactly what Akatsuki is trying to do. I know I'll find out soon enough. I may be a little lost right now, but that's a necessary roundabout for Akatsuki.

But I still can't do that. This girl is fighting. Siloe is also fighting. The battle between the two (Laid Battle) is not over.

"It's strange. I didn't think you'd see Akatsuki here."

"Yeah. My lord. Strange."

So I touched Akatsuki's small, round forehead. I prayed to this inlet so that everything that would not be communicated would be communicated.

Mistakes cannot be erased. But being adventurers, we can rise and challenge ourselves again.

"So let's do it again."

"I guess I'll do it again. - Everyone taught me."

On top of those two, countless phosphorescences swept away.

This world is one horizon where all thoughts are engraved into infinity.

That understanding added to the glow of the world.

The noise of the tide pushes from afar.

The glow flooded and washed the siloes' ankles.

Shiloe smiled at Akatsuki. This time is over.

But that leads to a reunion.

Shiloe moves a little hand on Akatsuki's head, and he's in trouble. Usually, there's got to be an Akatsuki flying kick in here. Don't treat me like a child, or something. That's not coming. Yeah, Akatsuki has a serious look on his face, so he can't find an incentive to stop.

Akatsuki tried to say something with a decent look. The voice was not heard in water music, but Siloe was not concerned. There is still a tingly thin silk hair feel on my fingertips.

To its softness, Siloe had certainly been saved.

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William, whose eyes awakened, looked up at the ceiling so high that it was sumptuous in sight.

My throat swelled and my voice overflowed.

I knew how pitiful and snug I looked, but I couldn't bear a low voice that leaked. I rub my arms abusively over my eyes at least for resistance. It was wet without even checking.

She was crying like a child. My chest crushes at that neatness.

Low groans rose one after the other around him.

Silver Sword members are automatically resuscitated one after another.

This is the entrance to the Naruto (Abyssal Shaft), the starting point of the zone.

Williams, a row was wiped out and brought back to this point to be resurrected.

It was the total annihilation of objects per large-scale battle, and it was different.

Three Reid bosses showed up and kicked William and the others.

It pointed out two facts to the Silver Sword.

The first point is that you will never win this battle.

In the first place, Reid is built on a critical balance between being able to win or not. Geared and trained guilds win after a thin ice treading battle. That's Reid. So if that massive boss battle happens in three chains, the chances of winning are zero, not exaggerated. The more accustomed you are to large-scale combat, the clearer it will be understood.

There is no chance we can win this battle.

That's hopelessness smearing William's chest black.

And the second thing is, put a wheel on that too - no, it was bad news beyond comparison. If the Reid Boss is going to be in jail, and that's happening everywhere, there's not going to be a single Reid in this world that the Silver Sword can win.

If, of course, it is a very low level, for example a reid challenged by about fifty levels, we may be able to deal with it where the boss has increased to two. But that's not what the Williams think of as a "massive battle". We're not partying to help you find weak enemies.

It was the challenge of a massive battle where the Williams wanted the same level of blood, and it died now.

William felt the exhaling breath chill and the indescribable weakness.

And that can be said of his people. A low, crushed voice is leaking.

Everyone in the Silver Sword must have figured out the extent to which William understood.

Without needing to be wiped out altogether, the Reid members were made to understand at that moment when Reid Boss appeared as reinforcement from the main gate of the Colosseum.

This world rejected Williams.

William woke up his torso by forcing his shriveled body to move. What I saw there was a "silver sword" that was still crushing. I didn't want my comrades to look sorry for me. It wasn't a scene where I could say bullshit like that. This is not the case with just total annihilation. A member whose heart is broken and who has no strength to stand up suffers from being deprived of all vitality while laying low or circling herself.

Physical distress is not fatal to the Adventurer. A brand banished from the world burns your soul.

I heard a soaking sound. It's a loud cry that a big adult leaks.

William knows why. Even William touched it earlier.

Losing your memory is trivial. I can assure you that William is better than the "Hornesties" of fucking egalitarianism than the "Knights of the Black Sword" who advance their offense in a strong coalition than the "D.D." who takes the safety margin and moves. There's definitely something I can say because it's Silver Sword, the most wiped out raid guild on this server.

The cold stream of memories of that soul shreds the souls of its companions (Raiders) at a moment when they become aware of their own failures and deficiencies between "death” and resurrection. You just have to win there. No matter how many failures you make, you can correct them and you can grow, and you can take a new step. But how can irremediable failures or shaky regrets be dispelled?

A voice like Yamahiko from the past echoes in my chest.

(So, what's the use of that?

(Heh. Game, hmm)

(On PC now? Soshagey, huh?

(Are you home on holiday?

Fuck you.

William threw up.

(You don't seem to be invited to karaoke or anything)

(That speaks to PC, doesn't it? Wow)

(What if it's a more useful hobby for the future?

(Well, that's what some people do. Isn't that nice?

Fuck you.

William brutally wiped his face.

I tried to get momentum up and my knee grinned sadly.

He tried to scream, but William realized he didn't have a word in him that would encourage his people. Are you going to inspire me that I can win next time? I can't do that. That's a lie. So you want me to get back on my mind and ask you to go to another Reid? Get out of here. I can't.

Can you just look at me like you always do and say, "Let me tell you something"? You can't possibly do that. My buddies are stuck in helplessness, but they don't get it in those words.

William kept his mouth open and wandered his gaze like a stray.

I saw Dinkron. I looked at the East Lake. I saw Shun-san. I saw Ertendiska.

I stared at my people in turn.

And eventually I could only see my feet.

William doesn't even have a word to hang while he sees his guild crumble. There is nothing left in my mind that I have been so beaten down, each time I have been reminded of my faults and laziness, and that I have shrugged off.

William searched desperately.

I looked for words to share with my comrades.

But I can't find anything in my frightened and frightened heart.

"Is this the end?"

I heard a crushing voice.

I don't know who it is, but I guess one of my buddies said it. Hearing from the corner of the lying hall, everyone swallowed their breath at the words. That's because everyone here has been so scared that they don't think about it.

With that word, I was made to witness an inquiry that even William could not escape.

- Keep going back to Suskino and become a good guild for policing.

The "earthlings" will be grateful. This world is a weak predator. Especially the "Ezzo Empire" has a tough monster raid. People are desperate to protect their lives. With such a skino, [Adventurers] are popular as long as they are polite. You can interact with the Earthlings and make her. If you don't focus on large-scale combat and just perform defensive quests around the city, Silver Sword has enough combat capabilities.

To the silliness of it all, William feels like his organs can burn.

"It could be. I guess so. I think you're right. - But what happened to that? Fuck you."

William left it to remorse and disobeyed without thinking about it later.

I guess that's not a bad way to live.

Good things in this other world. A way of life that avoids trouble and redeems safety.

But it also means that the words of the adults who have “advised” William with a wise face remain exactly the same.

"I lost. It's all gone. I think we're done here. I guess it was for nothing. I guess, like they always say, we've just been doing stupid, stupid things. Hikikomori's game is crazy. Abandoned. - But what happened to that? You knew that earlier. I know what I'm doing. But we like games. I chose this."

You can finish it. William thought so.

But there are times when we lose, when we finish, when we don't let it go idle.

Sometimes you can never leave it alone.

William continued as his back was thrust by the heat of broiling his body with melameras.

"It's no big deal. I just lost to Reid. That happens all the time. I don't need to be shocked. 'Cause it just means there's one more win/loss data recorded on a server like this or not. Games are children's games. It's time to grow up and go back to the city - I'm not saying anything. I won't let anyone tell me. We lost, we were worms, we might be sitters, but I'm not gonna let God tell us it was useless."

Massive combat was special to William.

It meant almost the same thing as being the heart of the Elder Tail, or the center of the universe.

"What's the point of the information on the bits recorded on the server? I do, it makes sense. I made up my mind to have me. That's amazing. I made up my mind. People who believe in Yota like that don't know that God has the right value and it's supposed to lead to all the people. The value you guys believe in is crap. So you're wrong, or something like that. I don't know for a lifetime. I don't know how stupid you looked, how fake gold picky you are, but if I, we think it's amazing, it's amazing. Doesn't that mean you choose? I chose to be here!

I will not allow anyone to insult that pledge, which is sacred to me. William complained, along with a burning pain in his chest that couldn't even be stopped by a toothpick.

Soon the faces of the Silver Sword woke up or sat down and looked up at their field commander (Alliance Master).

"We spent some time in Elder Tail. I spent a long time. - There's a mighty enemy out there, and we storm with a sword and a bow. You scream and stick it in like a kid. With that, you win or lose. Oh, yeah, it's all just bits on the server and bits are covered and zero, that's what happened. That's why we're raising the bloodpath. That's awesome. If we win, we will celebrate our victory with joy. Here's to Fanta. If you lose, you'll regret it and keep making a scene at the reflection until the day falls apart. Don't be a jerk, if you want. It would be a toy, but it would be Ampica, but it doesn't matter. If we decide to spend some time thinking we're awesome, it's real!

William barked. With anger and resentment, he exhaled a fever in his lungs.

But that was it.

The flame that was pounding and moving him burned up at once, burning its body and mind and leaving.

Victory and defeat belong to the battle and are part of it.

And large-scale combat is the most sacred of battles.

It's a terrible thing to do.

Putting it aside would be an insult to the enormous amount of time that Williams and the others have been stepping forward. The Williams are now defeated after losing that battle. Even Williams and the others can't cover it up anymore.

So to William, there were no more words to speak, nothing more.

There is nothing that excites my people.

"... because we would have been. That's what happened, isn't it? I don't know about the guy who's got a lot of things. This way. Anyone who can live lovingly and cleverly has everything, so that's why you're here... That's what you guys have? Whatever. It's like going anywhere and getting along with anybody. You can be smart, you can look good, you can have a bright personality, you can be funny or gaggy. Whatever, you know, the guy with the real sparkle, the sparkle. Do you have it?... I'm not. I don't have one."

William continued to blur with a small voice, still leaning down.

That was no longer a secret belonging to the sacred battle.

It was indeed a small confession of an individual William, who belonged to the truth but had no other love compared to the great (Elder Tail).

There's nothing left for William to call on his members with his chest up. Still, the "Silver Sword" guild master continued to stand up to it.

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"I am. I never told you before, and I couldn't, but you guys are my friends. 'Cause I can't make friends without a game. That's cool, me. No. - But they came because there was a game. - I know what you guys think because there was a game. Do the pico, oh, you want this guy to recover. This guy's back there, but he's really out front, you know? I can't tell you because this guy tends to shy away, but you really want a bracelet that makes this magic stronger, or something. That's not all. This guy's a fellow-minded guy. Hey, he's a coward but he's squeaking his voice, or he's tired but he's in the mood today and he logged in. That's what I see. I really know."

William desperately spinned words that were finely cut and didn't flow well

They were a little cluttered, fragmented sincerity.

That was the last little leftover fire on my fingernails.

"Elder Tail" taught William a lot. Otherwise, there's no way you can be an Alliance Master to a high school student who doesn't speak well and can't make friends.

I don't know how others feel. Proprietary. Uncompassionate. There is no coordination. I have no sense of humility. The air is not good. I don't try to join people's circles.

If that's how they say it, then I wish it, and the boy isolated from this side says no, "Elder Tail," then the rub was connected. And I've taken care of that and protected it from ever being crude. [Elder Taylor] always revealed a lot of secrets to William, as long as he cleared his ears to the first friend he held in his thin arms.

The secret I learned in the beginning was collaboration.

It works well with one player, and some don't. Some of them have good arms, some suck. I'm slowly figuring out what I can do to connect. I mean, all William has to do is match him. I thought it was shitty. The player simply didn't know what William wanted to do. If we breathe together, most players have always been in a good mood.

We started fighting on a massive scale.

The necessary collaboration became more and more difficult, but even William had not lost. We increased the number of players who could chat a little bit. That's how we touched each other, and it was just the good guys. Second secret. A night thriving with silly stories raises wonders and winning odds. William found out that crappy laughter has a strange power to revive Reid's victory.

William learned more and more.

I have good health companions and bad companions. Condition is important. I got interested in the other person's life. Some of my people are bloodthirsty, and others have low tension. My people had a lot of problems. It's natural. I just realized that everyone is just like William. That's how I get to know why I want it. It was a simple matter. I'm in for Uncle Reid and everyone wants to win.

Who should we recover now? Which enemy should focus the attack? Should we attack forward, or should we take turns and save strength? Should we go as far as we can or suppress it at about 70%?

Even if there are differences in what we have to do to win, each one of us wishes for the best. It's just not working. Unravel the little misunderstandings and mistakes one by one. Eventually, Williams rejoiced when he triumphed so small.

I also learned to put up with it. That was after my buddies learned to put up with William's eclampsia, but I could certainly wear a little.

William and his team gained the tolerance that the parties could talk to each other before the serious crap in the Reid Alliance collapsed the Silver Sword. That's very fortunate as a Reid Guild, and many organizations disappear less than six months after its launch.

By the time William started wanting to protect this guild, the Silver Sword was beginning to be known as the up-and-coming Reid guild.

"So I can still tell now.... It feels like it's over. Game over. I couldn't. You're in the mood for a real end. Maybe I am. Well, maybe I am."

That's why William knows.

How black everyone feels right now.

I know if you're taking up an important Reid and looking at yourself like an abused dog. Even if you can't look at your people with pity, you'll see.

"I was so happy when I came to this world. Even you guys, for a little while, did. Isn't there a guy here who really hated 100%? 'Cause this world is Elder Tail. It's that world we put in like assholes. It's Reid's world we're better at than anyone else. I thought I could do this. But more than that, I was glad to be with you guys. You guys are staying in the game. Me, too. I don't care about that. We should Reid together. There's no one in this world who can fool us."

William rinsed his nose off.

There are no more Elf snipers with the two names "Mithril Eyes," battle field commanders.

"But so you can't run away if you lose. We are. Come on! You might not win. Well, you can't win. Eighty-nine, you're a loser. But I can't. You mean you should never admit it. What are you going to do when you get home? Take it from us. What's left of it? - Elder Tail is here enough for the others not to pull it off. My last two years have been a whole" Elder Tail. "I've been thinking about that from morning to evening. That's all I did for eating, sleeping, and bathing. It was for Elder Tail to study. I wish I were an abandoned man. No. I'm a dong-pulling gamer. I'm a sociopath enough to rejoice all night with one rare item. I'm fucking serious about this. But, so much so that two or three more Reid bosses can't get away with it. Mostly, where are you going with the run! Running away, making fun of the game and living. Reid, can we stop being friends? You wasted your time, huh? That's half a laugh. Die, you son of a bitch."

It's a mess.

You mean you don't run away, you keep dying? How many more times do I taste that thought?

They have endured because they have hope of winning. But now there is no hope.

What you're doing is just a play, it's just a play that the world has changed, you guys are a grain crush for nothing, you can't even beat that play - how can I face that reality?

"I... have run away. I was moaning, but I finally figured it out. In the city of Akiba, it was the first" round table meeting ". That's when I was just getting started, and I couldn't help but think Reid wanted to do it. So I didn't attend the Round Table Meeting to do Reid. That's true. I'm not lying. But apart from that, I thought," That's a tough thing to do. "“ It's a waste of time. "I thought," You don't have a winner, but you do it well, you pigs. "I was fooling around. If I got hit, I would've done something so bad that I wanted to punch you. I'm gonna laugh. I know now. I ran away. It didn't work. That's why I came through."

Some players still didn't get away with it.

For William, that was one admiration.

A group of legends crossed each other with the major players without even creating guilds on the difficult reid stage.

William, who was still a rookie player, was what made his chest jump when he heard about the activity.

Hagles like myself are enough to decide that one day they're going to be on that great team.

By the time William finished raising himself to level 90, the team had been disbanded. That felt like a terrible betrayal to William. They didn't wait for William. Besides, that member went back to solo and scattered around without even making guilds. Then you don't even know what you left the legend for. That's what I thought.

"But Siroe won. It doesn't mean you can't, you can't win. I beat Reid to make Akiba. It's Reid who built the city. I didn't make a fool of myself. - I thought you were a commander."

There were players who fought without running away.

The high rankers I once admired were still not the only ones.

"Because that siloe has been bowing its head, I was happy to take it on in two replies. - It's so obvious that you don't have a winning eye.“ Belly black glasses ”brought them in, so it's normal for them all to look terrible. You don't know what he looks like when he's a pain in the ass fucking S.! But... I thought it would be fun. I wish I could win. The reason... we're fucking gamers."

I found the heat burning in the air. As William raised his gaze, he saw the look on the faces of guild members who suffered as little as he did and had no place to go.

One more time, maybe I can.

The calories that seem so dwell on them. William set his people on fire.

But there was no sense of victory or accomplishment there. What I feel instead is severe pressure and a sense of responsibility.

William is an Alliance Master, trying to take his people to a winless death place. Crusty, even Isaac, wouldn't make that decision. While they were battle guilds, they were smart enough to understand and work together properly.

(I'm a serious idiot Gilmouth)

William bit his trembling lips hard.

Feeling the iron smell of the stink, William was looking for a way to do it without worrying.

Wanting to win, he wished to win as never before, but it was not for his own glory, but because of his insane desire to give his people victory.

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Words were descending like light plunging from the water into the siloe that awakened consciousness as dawn gradually began to dye the world blue.

It was a screaming whine.

It's the uninterrupted voice of a man protesting against irrationality.

William's confessional voice was small, but Siloe surfaced consciousness without losing sight of it. Siloe began to ask herself the question so that her back was pushed by the words.

The often isolated siloes were usually occupied by self-questioning, and that was no longer inseparable for the siloes from their own perceptions.

Having a "self" to ask seemed like evidence of consciousness awakening.

The first step was to check the situation and examine future developments.

With a glitzy sense of intoxication and resuscitation perplexity overnight, Siloe begins an analysis of the Reid strategy and its surroundings without a moment of stagnation.

In the first fifteen seconds I found this to be a rather difficult situation. It would be more right to describe it as impossible to say one way or another than difficult. This zone can only be broken into by twenty-four people, and the total enemy force is impossible to justify with its power.

I think you can win if it's just "Luceart in the Seven Gardens".

It can also be said that the "characteristics" were largely discerned. Black Knight Mode's high-powered standalone attack, melee damage reflection, and range attack. Self-recovery and family summons when in White Knight mode, its processing.

Almost all of the Reid bosses have different "traits". Special behaviors and changes are made due to factors such as time and remaining HP. It can be said that cutting through these "traits" and building a corresponding tactic is the backbone of the Reid Boss offense.

With regard to the "Luceart of the Seven Gardens", the attack on its "properties" is over. That doesn't mean you can win right away, but with a few more exercises, there's a good deal you're likely to win. The practice also has to be such a terrible consequence as total annihilation, such as the collapse of the front line and temporary retreat. There's a chance, I suppose.

But frost giants (Tartauger in the Four Gardens) and flaming snakes (Ibra Habla in the Three Gardens) are completely different stories. I haven't even scouted them yet. I don't know how far to refer to the Tartauger of the Four Prisons and the Ibra Habla of the Three Prisons, but both attacks that wiped out the Shiloes would be normal widespread attacks. It's probably a high-damage attack with about fifty to one hundred and fifty seconds of reuse regulation time. It's not a special attack, nor is it a "trait" you have to attack. The temples of the offense do not stand at all.

Together, they strike at once. That's not all. There's even the possibility of other bosses in this zone joining the war. I don't care what you think. There is no chance of winning at all.

Siloe hears the warning voice within herself. "Think of a way to solve it, not a reason you can't". Thankful adage is most appropriate, but there are times when the demands are too hard to be blurred.

Blue cards line up in front of the right within the sight of Siloe's thought. Conditions of hand-holding of siloes. Advantageous point, that is, weapons. The sophistication of the Silver Sword, the presence of friends, the backing up of the Round Table Meeting, facts and information found so far.

In the back of his right hand, the difficulty to be reasonable becomes a card and is visionary. Luceart, Tartaurgar, Ibra Habla. The bosses I haven't seen yet. The dungeon part of this zone almost broke through. Almost everything on the map is obvious. Only three or four bosses remain.

Come up with some maneuvers and align (sort) them based on feasibility. It's a low probability we won't talk about, but I'll try to arrange each operation to increase that probability. Not very much but does not reach the practical stage.

Different reforms in this world are restricted by individuals. For example, even if a new dish is developed, the level of cook determines whether it is acceptable to create it. It emerges as a stricter attribute in combat. Even with a large number of powerful weapons, their use is restricted by level. Even if Siloe now had a gatling gun or mortar, for example, it could hardly be used. What we need is more than powerful weapons and magic, it's a breakthrough in the situation.

I know that's nasty, but there's no letter of retreat in Shiloe right now.

Now we begin to analyse weaknesses in the army of difficulties to be broken, not in favour of Siloe.

Laid bosses are the majority with certain methods of attack. Sometimes there can be gaps in a seemingly powerful attack, even if it doesn't look like a clear weakness.

I feel like something flickered and Siloe desperately follows a thin thread of thought.

Whether they are "prisons" or "gardens," they are some kind of guardian. What's more, if you're willing now, aren't you conscious of your role? We worked together in earlier battles, but given why the reinforcements didn't show up until the defeat of [Luceart of the Seven Gardens] thickened, it seemed like there was a breakthrough there. But it cannot be denied that it contains convenient expectations.

Siroe abandons the good expectations of such bugs at one end and goes into building and selecting more realistic methods of attack in addition. But as a result of dozens of trials and errors, I couldn't think of any other operation that seemed more certain.

Imaginations that are close to obfuscation seem to have the highest probability of success.

I can't even give you an exact probability or anything, but like it's worth a bet.

"Hey, Shilo. Wake up."

"- Yeah."

That's what I hear from a direct line peeking in.

When Siloe woke her torso to stretch her stiff back, it was a blanketed marble table there. I don't know what it was originally, but he was put to sleep on square stone.

It was a direct line that was peeking at the table, but it seemed reassuring when Shiloe repositioned her glasses. I turned my back and put my gaze back on the square.

There is a sports seat near it. We're alone by the siloe.

I hear William's thin voice. It's a proud voice even if it's a tremor worthy of this, unlike the commander who leads one of the server's leading militant guilds.

While meditating on his eyes, Siloe was listening to the words.

And a lot of sobbing and groaning hating helplessness.

Siroe nodded again, "Yeah," he said.

In the hall where they stare, the faces of the "Silver Sword" rise slowly, staring at their guild master. This would not be the kind of story that the Silhouettes, who are not supposed to be "Silver Swords," would listen to. Thank you for the direct succession that would have carried Siloe's body to the corner of the room away from that gathering by reading such air. At the same time, however, William's words were necessary to Siloe. There you are, sixteen-year-old Shiloe herself.

"Elder Tail" inflicted a lot of pain on Siloe.

Being rettelled by others. To be judged solely by what you can do. That you don't get to look at yourself.

But at the same time, it gave me a much bigger gift.

Chief Nyantai, Soukan, Eiché. We're all good friends. Kanami was taught EASY GOING. Give Kazuhiko a break. The strength of trust in direct succession.

Siloe thought it was a good guild, staring far into the [Silver Sword]. William is a fine guild master. Considering they had all been diving through "that," I felt like my chest could be tightened. What if you were yourself? I would stand up, but I doubt I can encourage my people in such honest terms.

What can I say to you when Minori and Toya are mourning me? What would you do to fifty bells or Rudy? I don't feel like I can do much at all

I turned my thoughts to Akatsuki, but the little "assassin" in the siloe looks angry.

Siloe just went a little crazy and erupted.

I felt like I was the one protecting you, so it was an extra favor.

How complicated are humans? Shiloe found Akatsuki worried about herself. My buddy, who keeps sticking around and letting himself go with an angry look, is really twice as worried about people and worried about Siloe. Shiloe doesn't know that Akatsuki is fighting in the distance.

It's not like you're puffing me in a place like this.

"I want you to win. Hey, Mr. Siloe."

Torah snapped as she sat in the gym rubbing her body back and forth.

From the siloe, it's only the back, and I don't see that look. But I could honestly reply "yeah" to that strong voice. And I was annoyed. Siloe wants you to win. Silver Sword. Together we want to break through this difficulty with this reid team. The honest words of Torah materialized in Shiloe's feelings, and it became instantly determined.

"You, that's a good thing."

"I'm a first-rate idol."

Staring at the distant William, the direct successor and Torah exchanged short words.

That's all, I didn't say anything, but my thoughts were overlapping. I don't know what winning is or what it means. But the Silver Sword must not decay like this.

That was no longer a matter of decision, and the only question that remained was how to exchange it.

"So. What's up? You got any ideas? Staff."

The direct line words were blatantly positive. Though I've come here in the questioning system, that's a confirmation of substance. Siroe's best friend doesn't suspect there's a breakthrough. I'm sure Shiloe will come up with something. So Siloe pushes up her glasses and answers.

"There's something I have to say to my direct line. To Torah too. And to William. For everyone. - There's a somewhat better operation. But it's just a little better. 15% chance of winning."

"That's good."

"Perfect."

"And I also have to tell Mr. Xu Xing and the others. That's why you look me in the eye and talk to me."