Log Horizon, Vol. 1 (light novel) by Mamare Touno

Author:Mamare Touno [Touno, Mamare]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Yen Press
Published: 2020-02-18T00:00:00+00:00

Four shadows had appeared. One Warrior type. Two brigand types. One healer. Four was a lot, and from the confident way they walked, he guessed their levels weren’t low.

“Drop your packs and leave quietly, and we’ll let you live.”

The Warrior delivered the usual line in a condescending voice.

The words drew a wry smile from Shiroe.

Sounds like somebody’s been reading too much manga.

Although they’d grown fairly used to monster battles, battling players would be completely different. Unlike monsters, which were guided by their animal instincts, there was no telling what a human enemy would do. That was scary enough, but on top of that, the malice behind the attacks was impossible to tune out. Monsters sometimes projected intent to kill, but PKs hit you with an intent to plunder. Their malice was the type that wanted to make an easy profit from other players’ work.

Shiroe’s palms had grown slick with clammy sweat. He was actually grateful to the guy in front of him for perpetrating that clichéd line and easing the tension.

“A Guardian and a magic user, huh? Resistance is futile, but feel free to try. As you can see, it’s two against four.”

The bandit who’d spoken seemed to be in charge of the group. The two longswords that hung at his hips marked him as a Swashbuckler. Of the twelve classes, only Swashbucklers and Samurai were able to fight with two swords without using any special equipment or work-arounds.

“What do you want to do, Naotsugu?”

“Kill ’em. I’ll fillet ’em, then grind ’em into hamburger. These guys murder people for fun, so you know they’ve been prepared to get offed by some other guy since they were in diapers.”

Naotsugu’s voice was steady, and Shiroe felt the strength start to return to his knees.

Breathing normal, sense of balance okay… I’m calm. I can do this. I thought something like this might happen someday. We’d have had to do this eventually, he told himself.

He was ready to fight. Still, if possible, he wanted to drag the conversation out a little longer.

“Naotsugu hates PKs, you see… As far as I’m concerned, I wouldn’t mind paying you, as long as it’s just this once.”

At Shiroe’s words, the men smirked. Still smirking, they took half a step forward, making the ugly threat glaringly obvious. Even though he knew what was going on, the pressure was so great that Shiroe wanted to look away.

…In other words, they’re underestimating me. They think I’ll pay up if they threaten me.

He felt himself splitting into two Shiroes: one whose legs were about to give out on him and one whose mind was oddly clear. At the same time, he felt a hot pulse begin near his ears. It was a sensation he’d felt many times during his Debauchery Tea Party days.

Shiroe wasn’t good with Akatsuki, but that didn’t mean he didn’t like her.

Shiroe didn’t like fighting, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t good at it.

“…Unfortunately, though, I don’t want to pay you jerks.”

“Attaboy, Shiro.”

Maybe they hadn’t expected Shiroe and Naotsugu’s interchange, or maybe it had irritated them.

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