A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 331: Auction House Attack (6)

As the gamer's stage has moved from keyboard and mouse to virtual reality, the concept of stagnant people has also changed slightly.

With the advent of virtual reality, it was important that technology developed to be able to simulate a world, rather than the virtual reality itself.

This is because in the latest games, the entire world is randomly generated each time you play.

Even though the main story and main characters, which can be said to be the selling point of the game, remain the same, things such as the location of the dark alley, the route of the sub-quest, and the hidden passage in the building are changed randomly.

Even if you master all the information in one session, most of it will be useless when you start the next session.

In this situation, the word Goinmul came to mean a person who could use what he had to the limit.

To compare it to an old game, a person who could defeat the final boss with only controls while naked and not equipped with anything was called a goinmul.

Rather than saying that the concept of a deceased person has completely changed, it would be simple to say that the importance of information has decreased from prioritizing both information and skills.

No, saying it this way seems like a hurdle has been lowered. Do you know that 'skill' in old computer games and 'skill' in virtual reality games are not the same thing?

So, so to speak... In order to hear the sound of standing water in a virtual reality game, the player must have good sense and technique.

It uses the power of receiving a heavy blow in the air to spin and attack like a top. You also need to be able to perform techniques similar to the circus.

Crackling.

The executive grabbed his bleeding arm and jumped back, widening the distance.

The blood flowing from the left arm looked very painful, but after swinging the sword myself, I could see that the wound was not as deep as it looked.

The muscles strengthened with magic blocked the sword.

It seemed like it was because he was in a deformed state where all of his magical power had been pushed into his strength.

I can't do that. My physical strength is balanced.

However, it didn't go as deep as I thought, and the damage was sufficient.

On the other hand, I suffered no damage at all.

Although I was spinning around, it wasn't enough to make me dizzy.

"That's pretty good!"

The officer adjusted his posture and held his sword.

There was no reason for me to wait for that. I rushed forward, waiting for the moment when his hand fell from the handle to fix it.

"Huh!"

The executive reacted quickly, but he had already lost his breath.

I dug into the gap between the great swords, lowered my posture closely, and cut my legs.

"Ugh! "This thing just runs away!"

"Ahaha. Now you sound a bit like a mercenary! Honestly, it didn't suit me."

"It's noisy!"

The executive who was properly provoked began swinging his sword more aggressively.

– Whoo!

The pieces of stone on the floor rolled around just from the wind pressure.

I could feel that what a mercenary said a little while ago, about cutting down even golems, was true.

However, no matter how strong the blow is, it is meaningless if it does not hit.

With just a slight step, the executive, whose vision is blurred with anger, is brilliantly fooled and swings his sword in the air, creating a fatal gap.

– Sigh!

Another bright red flower bloomed on the surrounding floor, where not a single speck of dust could be found due to the wind pressure of the great sword.

This time it was quite deep.

The executive took a big step back and let out a groan of pain.

"It's dangerous!"

The moment he was about to pursue and deliver a fatal blow, a mercenary intervened from the side and interfered.

Even if you intervened suddenly, it was a fairly sharp blow.

"Don't disturb!"

He retrieved the sword he was about to stab the executive with, blocked the mercenary's attack, and slashed his face with the edge of his shield.

"Kwaaak!"

The mercenary fell on the spot, his broken teeth flying.

The game was won with just one shot, but the time to deliver the finishing blow to the executive had already passed.

"Whoa..."

The executive who was far away let out a long breath.

"Why is he in such bad form all of a sudden? Surrender?"

To be honest, it wasn't cool.

Do you think it would be cool for a guy who just a little while ago went into a frenzy and screamed at a provocation to suddenly set the mood?

However, the executive did not care about my reaction and continued to set the tone.

"I admit it. You are strong "He's equal to or better than me."

"I don't think that's something a guy who was beaten up a moment ago would say."

"I pay my respects to you, and I will also do my best."

"No. Therefore... "Are you even listening?"

I wasn't listening.

The executive, who was holding the weight by himself, grabbed the handle of the sword from both sides and pushed it with force to both sides...

Uh.

No way. Isn't it?

– Chaang!

With a clear metal sound, the sword broke in two.

No, it was split.

The executive took a stance holding a weapon that changed from a large sword to a dual sword, one in each hand.

The form was more correct than expected.

But then what do you do?

The disadvantage arising from the difference in skill level was being covered by the simple ignorance of the weapon called a greatsword, but if you change it to a dual sword that emphasizes technique, you will just be floundering in the air.

"Be prepared!"

"You thought that wrong."

"Do not listen to the enemy!"

"No, really. It's frustrating!"

To top it all off, I even gave him a warning, but the executive paid no heed and attacked.

Ah, really!

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"Well... Sobbing..."

Asil gritted his teeth.

His heart was pounding, and it was difficult to breathe properly.

Have you been attacked by an enemy?

That wasn't it.

At the beginning of the battle, there was a clear sign of being pushed back by the systematic joint efforts of skilled enemies, but the situation turned around when Soira came to the front lines.

Now, Asil was actually pushing it.

There is one reason Asil is in this state.

Chaang!

A clear metal sound played in Asil's head.

"Puhup!"

When Asil remembered that scene, he couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing.

Two swords.

No, dual swords can do that.

In this fantasy world, dual swords are considered classic weapons.

But splitting the great sword to make it a double sword?

Asil had a scene that came to mind about that, and it was hard not to laugh.

Although neither Soira nor the others laughed. Asil felt bad that he couldn't share this funny feeling with others.

"The officer split the sword..."

"The sword..."

In direct contrast to Asil, who burst out laughing, the mercenaries who were dealing with him took a step away and became agitated.

When I overheard, it seemed like the officer splitting his sword to the mercenaries was truly expressing his will to do his best.

To Asil, it was just a bell of laughter.

The battle must have calmed down at that moment. Asil took a breather and looked at Soira's battle.

– Taang!

The officer's sword struck the shield.

It made a fairly loud sound, but it was clearly less powerful than when it was a great sword.

That's not enough to break through Soira's defense.

Asil, who had often sparred with Soira at the Academy, knew very well how terrible the shield was.

Even casual attacks don't work. The area is so large that it's difficult to penetrate the gap. If you try to ignore it as a piece of armor, it turns into a heavy piece of metal and hits you...

It was terrible.

I think it would have been more beneficial to take damage even if you block with a great sword.

That's what I thought, but I still thought I knew why the executive confidently split the sword.

When one sword cuts through the wind, another sword stabs sharply.

While drawing a clean trajectory, the trajectories drawn by both hands did not interfere with each other.

It was right to say that sword techniques that complement each other and become sharper are truly the domain of a master.

But then, how should we describe Soira, who is calmly blocking all those attacks.

Soira's ability to dodge, block, block, and accurately detect the slightest gap was enough to make you cringe when you think about her opponent.

In fact, it only seemed that way to other people's eyes, and it wasn't such a big deal from Soira's own perspective as her skill level was corrected.

Still, the executives' proficiency with the dual swords was higher than their proficiency with the large sword, so it wasn't as easy as I thought.

Anyway, I didn't think I needed to worry about Soira.

Asil looked back just in case, confirmed that the weasel was safely protecting Flora and Justitia, and then turned his gaze back to his opponent.

Still, shouldn't it be enough for just one person?

Asil threw her punches, vowing to take down one, maybe two more.

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In a moment.

Finally, all mercenaries fell.

The Soiras looked like they were having a hard time and were out of breath, but not a single one fell down.

On the other hand, mercenaries are at least incapable of combat. There were several people who lost their lives.

"... Go."

An executive, one of the mercenaries who did not lose his life, opened his mouth with difficulty.

He was covered in blood, one arm was limp, and he couldn't lift his dual swords, but he was still alive.

Soira thought, 'If there is no one to give orders, everyone might attack without keeping their promise.' So she deliberately kept him alive.

Fortunately, the idea was correct.

Even while the auction house officials were in an uproar, the mercenaries calmly let them on their way.

The Soiras decided to leave Feden straight away that way.

Although it is said that the mercenary group guarding the place let him go, how could there be one or two interests related to the auction house?

It was best to leave before I got caught.

"Ah. Wait for a sec. "30 minutes, no, just 10 minutes."

While they were busily packing their belongings at the weasel's hideout, Soira left for a moment and then returned.

"What have you been doing? I'm busy."

"Huh? It's nothing special. I got kicked in the back a bit. Two."

"... ?"

Soira's words were difficult to understand, but since she was using her inventory to pack the fastest and most items, she decided to just ignore it.

And less than an hour later, a carriage left Peden.

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