Log Horizon - Volume 1 - The Beginning of a Different World by Mamare Touno

Author:Mamare Touno [Touno, Mamare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-4047271456
Publisher: Baka-Tsuki
Published: 2014-02-21T16:00:00+00:00

Part 3

(We made it past the sneak attack phase... Their advantages are numbers, terrain, and preparation. Our advantages are...)

Shiroe's staff shone as he went through the spells he could use. He didn't have to choose the spells using the game menu, his common spells have already been prepared on his hotkeys.

Before Shiroe raised his staff to cast any spells, several players showed themselves.

The dry debris of the asphalt road cracked loudly in the quiet night.

Four shadows emerged from the darkness.

One dressed like a fighter, two as bandits, one like a healer.

Their levels and numbers were high, their footsteps steady.

"Leave everything you are carrying, and we won't kill you."

The warrior said these cliché words in a disparaging tone.

Shiroe laughed bitterly when he heard this.

(If they are talking like that, they have read too much manga.)

They were already used to hunting monsters, but battling other players was a different thing. Unlike the monsters moving by animal instincts, this induced the fear of unpredictability. And humans were not dense enough to be ignorant of malicious intents of the enemies.

Monsters also had killing intent, but PKers had the malicious intent of profiting off others' efforts.

Shiroe's palms were sweating before he realized.

But the cliché line washed away the tension, and Shiroe was grateful for that.

"Guardian and a Mage, right? You want to put up a hopeless fight? We have 4 on our side, alright?"

The man dressed like a bandit, who seemed to be the leader, said. The two long sword on his waist hinted his class to be a Swashbuckler. Out of the 12 classes, only the Swashbuckler and Samurai could equip 2 weapons without the use of special items and with putting in minimal effort.

"What should we do, Naotsugu?"

"Kill them. Pick out the bones, chop them into mincemeat, and kill them again. These guys attack people for fun, they can't complain if someone else kills them."

The reliable voice of Naotsugu revitalized the strength in Shiroe's legs.

(Breathing normal, sense of balance is intact... Emotions are calm, I can do this. This is something we expected... Just a matter of time before we faced this road.)

Shiroe mumbled to himself. He was already prepared to fight, but wanted to drag the conversation a bit longer if possible.

"Naotsugu hates PKing after all... Actually, I'm willing to give them the money."

The PK group sneered at Shiroe's words.

They took half a step forward, showing their ugly threatening attitude. Shiroe averted his eyes from the pressure, even though he expected this.

(That must be it... They are looking down at us, thinking we will fork over the cash if they apply a bit more pressure.)

Shiroe felt he had split into two. One of him had trembling legs from fear, the other was thinking calmly and clearly. He could also feel his pulse beating warmly by his ears, a sensation he had had several times during the Tea Party.

Shiroe was not good in handling Akatsuki, but he didn't hate her.

Shiroe hated fighting, but he was good at it.

"If they can beat us."

"Well said, Shiro.

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