[A Nightmarish Army Is Running Wild–!]
–A certain party was running through a high-difficulty dungeon infested with powerful monsters.
They weren’t weak, per se. Although not up to par with top players such as Yuri and Zansword, their abilities were quite well-known among high-leveled players. Their goal was to one day join the ranks of top players.
At the moment, they were… escaping for dear lives, with blood gushing out from every inch of their bodies.
“T-this gotta be the biggest joke of the year! What the hell’s deal with those mfs?!” One of them screamed.
They were running out of breath and nearly stumbled over and over again, still they forced themselves to continue running away from the ‘white psychos’ closing in on them.
They weren’t high-level monsters, they were just… extremely queer players.
“Fuck, fuck! Just one of them would be bad news, and there’s a group of ‘em! What is this, a nightmare?!”
The party continued to run away, screaming.
They couldn’t care less if they were called cowards. They couldn’t possibly deal with them, after all. So they just kept on running away with desperate looks on their faces.
They kept on running… and running… and running, and running, and running—until…
“Shit—it’s a dead end…!”
A stone wall heartlessly appeared in front of them.
Thus, the god of death known as ‘misfortune’ heralded the end of the escape drama…
“Got nowhere to run anymore, huh?” “Now let’s fight.” “My fists are already itching to beat some people.” “Come on, come on, show us what you’ve got.”
…and the hands of despair crept closer upon them.
A white-clad group of people approached the party with faces full of smiles.
“…I-I knew there was something weird about you from the first time I saw you! T-this is a dungeon for level 50s, but seeing your equipment, you guys are clearly not at that level yet…! Which only means…!”
The party trembled as they looked at their pursuers’ terrible and shabby equipment.
None of them wore armor. All they got on them were just cheap white robes, ones which were usually worn by newbies.
Further, in their hands were ‘Beginner Bows’, the weakest weapons in the game.
Indeed, the group dove into a high-difficulty dungeon for level 50s equipped with nothing but starting gear.
“Yeah, they’re definitely… goddammit…!”
They might look suicidal to those not in the know.
But the party knew. As veteran players, they knew all too well. Of what did that kind of style entail.
As such, they immediately pulled out their weapons–!
“We ain’t gonna go down without a fight! Take this, long-range slashing art, ‘Great Flying Slash’!”
“Might as well take some of them down with us! Attack magic art, ‘Fire Stream’!!”
“Dieee! Archery art, ‘Vanishing Arrow’!!!”
A number of powerful arts activated all at once.
They were all deadly techniques that could only be used by high-level players.
They directly struck the white-clad group. Along with a violent explosion sound, their figures were engulfed in flames—but…
“““““Is that all you’ve got?”””””
–Multiple voices eerily echoed at the same time.
“““““Activate grit skill, ‘Tenacity’!!!”””””
And thus, the tables began to be turned. The white-clad group with the weakest equipment rushed out of the resulting smoke one after another…!
Despite their starting equipment, they were unscathed after taking on such powerful arts thanks to a certain damage-nullifying skill. Further, raising their bows, they simultaneously shouted to their familiars–!
“““““Go, Shadow Weapons–!!”””””
Arrows shot out like magic bullets.
Clad in dark light, they flew toward their prey as if they had wills of their own and rained down on the party–!
“Guwaaaaaaaa?!”
“I-I knew it!”
“This strat, this combat style, said to be irreproducible… its Demon King Yuri’s–!”
Thus, the battle was over.
The white-clad attackers smiled as they watched the players disappear.
Their bright and savage smiles looked really familiar!!!
“Sorry, guys. This victory is ours…!”
…The same nightmarish incidents began in dozens of places simultaneously…!
