Real Cheat Online

The night after I enjoyed the Micah hunt. Me, Yukiko and Rukiko had a meeting in a room on the third floor of the inn about their upcoming move. No, I was just spending some time gobbling up in the name of a meeting, to be exact.

"I thought I'd hit that one. Was it next door?"

Yukiko puts her jaw on a round desk and leaks it slightly infidel and rotten. Stop, because Rugi will imitate you.

"Zannen, it was next door"

Look, I imitated it. But I'm the only one out of this. All right, I'll do it, too. Jaw, it's a GO on that desk.

"Well there are times like this. But it was next door."

"Dad, you're so weird."

"You, Rugi will imitate, please stop."

Mother and child with their spine pinned right at some point. Is this the pattern that makes me angry?

"As it is, well, anyway, why don't we sort out a little bit of the previous moves of overseas players. Huh?"

It becomes their toy as it is. Before we do that, we need to get back to business.

"Right... but do you have anything to confirm now?

I don't know, she usually likes to explain, but now she's interested in directing me in the right direction. This is not good.

"Even if there is. First of all, it's where the overseas players left off yesterday. As you read, I knew you were raiding in the dungeon."

The place that was raided is another dungeon located next to the dungeon where we were interested in hunting Micah yesterday. Yukiko, who had a one-half chance of taking it off, was unfaithful and corrupt.

"Well... if you'd come to us, you wouldn't have done so much."

Yukiko's gaze, which puts her face on the desk again, turns to one giant bulletin board visible from an empty window. There is a large, 198 and 15 number displayed there. Because of this, 198 is the number of local players hit by today, 15 is the number of overseas players. You're screwed, us. Though how much the other side is prone to ambush, this may really taste bad if you don't work a little hard.

"But the maximum number of players coming to the Japanese server is 77, right? You're going to the Chugoku area, and you're not going to run into them for it."

"That's not what it is. That's exactly what I was thinking, too, but this looks like an event that's limited to the Sico area. As soon as we're done here, a similar event will happen in the Chugo area."

Really? Then why do we have to work hard with the players in Sikok this time?

"But now the enemy's M.O. should have been grasped by the other players. From now on, you will also be wary of PK when dungeon attacking. If that happens, they won't do it so unilaterally."

But even the words seemed not enough to soothe Yukiko's contemplative face, and from the face placed on the desk, words seeped in the colour of anxiety.

"That's how much you're thinking over there. Maybe, but next time, we're going to be targeting a player who enjoys collecting and fishing, not a dungeon attack, sporadically and broadly."

"I'm going to change my aim," he said?

"Maybe. I'm pretty sure he's coming to the field because if he's near town or something, he's gonna get stuffed with the worst, but it's gonna be hard to deduce the exact location."

Put your index finger on your jaw and exhale deeply and long. Until a while ago, you're totally nervous for saying you're not interested in the event, Yukiko.

"… should we create a point of departure instead of inferring the point of departure"

Her reactions and words as if she had lit a light bulb over her head. I also have a creepy grin on my face that I can't help but ask what it is about.

"Creating... what are you willing to do now?

"Heh, keep it up. It is imperative that there is a great deal of luck involved in seeing them if we stay this way. Then you just have to create a situation where they're bound to show up or find out."

"Find it... so easy"

My mouth stops perfectly when I almost say you won't. I forgot. That a woman who carries things so easily is her own wife.

"Specifically?

I guess already in her head the scenario of putting together overseas players for a blood festival is depicted at an awesome rate. She opens her suspended mouth as she rises from her chair and stares out the window at the huge bulletin board she sees.

"- Secrets"

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Then two days passed.

The number of PK victims on Japanese servers is 631. The number of crusades of overseas players is 34. Given that four days have already elapsed since the start of the event, with two days and a few hours remaining until the time limit, it is likely that the Japanese server side will win due to the expiration of time. No... the enemy's speed of progression is also inside. Maybe we should sort this place out again and think about it.

The number of overseas players who have not yet been able to defeat is probably about 40 more. Defeat all of these guys and we win. If this number of hits does not reach a total of 1000 by the time limit, it will be a win.

But conversely, if you get 369 PKs in just over two days, this one loses. Besides, the defeated ones will also resurrect across the day, so once in return, they can move without much concern for the numbers.

Hmm... don't even feel like you can't afford much when you think about it like this.

But if this operation fits well, you can definitely stop the invasion by striking a heavy blow, even if it doesn't come true until you've wiped out all your enemies.

But...

"That's all. You've been mobilizing a lot."

In front of all of me was the appearance of a large number of players gathering in the town square of Imabari. That number is well over 100. But notably the profession. They are all players who belong to production jobs such as cooks, fishermen, blacksmiths, weapons makers, pharmacists, craftsmen, gardeners and textiles workers. Regardless of the battle position, or player otherwise known as the Adventurer, it is extremely rare that they meet this much together, mainly in their personal activities.

And even though indirectly, every time, I am amazed at the thickness of my wife's liver trying to align this many people and use what will or all of them for this operation.

"Oh, you are."

Turning to the voice, a woman with soft waist approached her on a small run as she moaned her silver hair. The monocle on the right eye and the researcher-like long white coat highlight the intelligent image while making you feel younger than Yukiko.

"Hello Mr. Ageha. Thank you for staying with us."

"Don't worry about it. I always take care of Misaki."

She is a producer guild and plays the summarizer there, or guild master.

Although it is a highly personally oriented production job, mutually supportive organizations that help one another with inefficient parts, such as sourcing materials, wholesale products and self-polishing, are important. For this reason, there are many producer players who belong to the production guild like they do. Of course there are some stubborn father types with a strong craftsmanship.

"And I thought we'd want to do some fieldwork once in a while, so this is just the right opportunity. Besides, there's no reason not to move as a productive job if the material you can take is valuable."

"It would be helpful if you could say that. We'll take good care of you on your way."

Then after a few exchanges, Mr. Ageha had a gentle, smiling, mixed meeting before returning to his original circle.

Oh, it's soothing.

"Good for you, healed"

A voice trembling the tympanic membrane in a flat tone of absolute zero degrees rippled the feel of twisting an ice column (rough) through the ridge across the body.

"Yu...... Misaki"

Cold smile. Wife turning a grin this way that can only be said to be so.

This is a bad guy. He's just as bad as he found out he went out for a drink with a woman he traded with when he was on a long business trip before.

"Chi, no, it's not like I'm distracted or anything."

The more excuses I make like this, the more it fits into the crucible. This psychological state that I know that but still can't help but say it. This is a bad pattern.

"He's better than me..."

That's not true, that's not true. But if you misspell the word here, my world will undoubtedly be engulfed in nuclear flames. You can never fail here. Words must be chosen carefully.

Look Yukiko closely in the eye and grab both shoulders.

"There's no woman more important than you, it's true"

Heart scream. There is no lie or falsehood in the words spinning as instincts go. What do you say, Yukiko?

But my thoughts will be scattered by the brilliant.

"Father...... you don't like me?

If I shifted my gaze 45 degrees diagonally, slightly down there, my beloved daughter, Rugi, was looking up at me with her moistened eyes.

Yukiko at the front gate. Rugged back gate.

Silence here affirms the rugged word. But even if you deny it, it is imperative that there be a pursuit from Yukiko. How can you express that you love both of them at the same time so that you don't deny what you said earlier...

"Well, that's it for this guy, Il."

"Ha ~ i"

Two witches open their mouths all the time and show off their faces that say prank was a huge success. In that way, peace of mind comes first, not anger, and I still think I'm the father.

"Better than that."

Yukiko's eyes staring at this one again. Even in disguise, only your eyes remain real - sounds like an important story. I need to make sure I don't miss hearing it.

"This is going to be a very important quest, so don't be a jerk, okay?

"No?

No. The angel downstairs is too cute to be paying attention. What the hell is this angel? I'm also convinced that Soichiro will become a boneless mollusk, no, inevitably. If we're going to see this angel for a little longer, I'm going to be in any kind of trouble.

"Hey, are you listening?

"Ki, listen Itemastomo"

Brain Miso reinstalls the content of this quest while the angels still take away their consciousness.

This quest is something that we often see in Halloween: the escort of production players out on the field. But what's distinctly different from the rest is its size, no matter what.

This escort is intended for all the production guilds Pont des Tigers, represented by Mr. Ageha, and their associates, about 100. And there are 20 adventurers, including me, Yukiko and Ruru, who serve as escorts. Normally, the request for this hand is about 2-3 parties in size, whereas this time it is equivalent to about 30 parties if converted into parties. Perhaps no escort quest on this scale has ever been organized in the past.

The destination is an area just south of the city here in Imabari. A certain material that can be collected there becomes a super important item for us.

The name of the item is Overseas Player Search System. It's as it is now, but it gives us a detailed idea of where the overseas players are, and if we get this, the complete victory on our part will be almost stiff.

"But you've often discovered the existence of such a handy item."

My wife, as always, is in love with the ability to gather information. Not at all, I lose my head.

"Uh, oh, sort of."

You suddenly gave me a careless reply. Well, this is all we've got. I guess I'm nervous.

"But when the productive people move all this together, isn't that what feeds them?

I mean overseas players, of course, with them. For them who can get 1 numbers if they hunt strong or weak, this population is exactly equal to a herd of sheep seen from wolves. We're gonna do everything we can to protect them, but I still feel a little tight when they push us in numbers. But Yukiko's words blow up such anxiety.

"That's okay. You forgot? People in production are not covered by PK."

Yes, I did, I forgot. Besides, it was a system where production jobs were automatically rejected because they didn't have the benefit of receiving PK at all. Apparently, people who want to taste the thrill rarely manually re-allow PK functionality, but that doesn't even apply this time around.

So the producers are only worried about monster raids?

"Right. Well, that's good to know."

That's kind of an inclusive laugh. Yukiko is generally evil at times like this... but if I poke him badly, I may be sorry for the burns. Something happened earlier, and we'll see how things go here.

There are a number of things that bother me, and I think I've overlooked something very important.