The Tutorial Is Too Hard

As soon as the vigilantes around the square took out their weapons, people immediately responded.

Those who were unaware of the vigilantes' existence also took out their weapons and united with those around them.

The people who had just moved here quickly understood the atmosphere and watched the situation.

Apparently, it's the 18th car, so we can all see strands.

A white-haired old man watches over his surroundings, even a kid who may not have had a middle-aged bottle yet.

The tutorial system does not obstruct both men and women.

In the early days, I considered the elderly in the tutorial as simply a candidate to be protected.

However, as time passed and tactics began to emerge to help the elderly safely transition to early stages, the situation shifted (with the exception of Hell's difficulty, of course).

After some growth in the tutorial, opinions began to emerge that even older people are as competent as younger people.

Their old flesh and slow judgment were covered by the corrective and healing effects of the system.

Teens who did not finish growing their kidneys were corrected for their movements just because they were small.

Within the tutorial world where body weight and weight do not significantly affect the absolute value of strength, a small body has surprisingly become a great advantage.

Not only has the range been narrow, but maintaining a lower center of gravity than the opposing Pokémon has also greatly affected the battle.

Soon, the distinction between men and women became meaningless.

It is often said that women are more advantageous when it comes to casting wizards or healer positions.

Nevertheless, the main focus of the vigilante fighters is men.

Among them, robust young people in their 20s and 30s are mainstream.

As I grew up in the tutorial, I was able to overcome physical penalties, but I was still unable to ignore ahead of the starting line.

It was natural for young people with relatively healthy flesh to adapt and grow faster at the beginning.

Based on the above fact, Min Hyuk made a hypothesis.

Unlike young people who can grow first and easily, the elderly need minimal help before overcoming physical penalties.

Help with minimal food, information, equipment, potions, etc.

And with that help, the gap between the young and the young begins to diminish.

Therefore, the hypothesis was that we could observe the situation of foreign servers by measuring and comparing the gap.

To be honest, I couldn't empathize with it, but when I put the comparison in front of my eyes, it was vague to say no.

The foreign servers that participated together in the arena were two locations, with the exception of South Korean servers.

I don't know which nationality yet, but one was Asian and the other was Western.

Orientals were vigilant, taking out their weapons, not discriminating between men and women.

There was a difference at the level of the equipment, but that was the only difference.

The Westerners, on the other hand, only a handful of people pulled out their weapons.

Men who look like they're having a good time. In addition to the tattoos and nasty impressions, they looked like back alley gangsters.

Other seemingly weak people, women, and elderly people did not draw their weapons.

Is it possible for that kind of imbalance to grow?

It looks like civilians rather than lagging behind.

I had to find out the exact reason, but it was difficult to interpret properly.

There was a clear gap between the Westerners.

And people beyond that gap were easily distinguishable.

It is revealed in the arms and equipment in hand, in attitude and expression, and in voice size and accent.

I've seen that look before.

from a Korean server.

The intention was to prevent those who entered the square from leaving the square from spreading out, but to quickly push people into one place and convey our intentions.

When you pick up a weapon, people will rush right into situations they don't understand, and rather than start fighting, they will stick together and follow their own boundaries.

The primary goal was to identify the representatives of the group in that situation and start the conversation with them.

Of course, it was too rude to have a conversation with strangers, but none of the vigilante leaders paid any attention to it.

Less than five minutes until the non-combatants are forcibly summoned to this place.

Rather than taking the risk that they might be viciously summoned into the midst of a battle, the vigilante decided that they needed to clean up before they could enter.

As expected, the foreigners of the two servers formed a group and were able to identify their representatives.

Even if we don't do it separately, we can see who has the power to speak, and who has the power and power.

Then we can communicate our intentions through the conversation and move on to the next step depending on the answer…….

Those Westerners were the problem.

It is clearly divided into two categories, and the power gap is too clearly visible.

Above all, while people are clumping by server, the Westerners who aren't armed don't try to get near those thugs.

Unlike the main coalition that was on the Korean server, some of the gangsters seem to be stuttering, but there is no room for that to seriously provoke some of the vigilantes.

If only Park Jung-ah could....

Hmm…….

Park turned his head and looked at the Westerners with a stiff face.

It's a puppy that has a lot of expressions, so other people don't notice it, but it's definitely different from normal expressions.

You feel even more anxious as the index finger of your right hand looks like it's pulling the trigger of a gun that's not in your hand.

Although she seems to be doing a lot better lately, Park Junga is the most extreme and dangerous person in the crowd.

He's not just crazy enough either.

Damn it.

Things got a little twisted in the middle of nowhere.

It hurts that Kim Min-hyuk didn't enter together to control the situation.

The time is running out at this moment, and the time remaining until the forced summoning is reduced.

In situations where neither Park Jung-ah nor Kim Min-hyuk can judge, I have to move eventually.

I called Park Jong-seok as I moved my steps.

“Doomsday, I want you to take over there first. We'll join them when we're done talking to their friends. That one looks relatively warm. ”

I led Park Jung-ah by saying so.

“Let your head cool off. We'll talk to those guys first. ”

Park pointed at the Westerners with her eyes, but ignored her intentions.

“Later.”

Junga accepted my answer first.

It was a good word choice.

Seeing Park Jong-seok lead a portion of the combat aid on hard difficulty towards the Westerners, I and Park Jing 'a headed towards the Asians.

I checked behind us for a few fighters and asked Park Jung-ah.

“Should I talk to him? ”

“It's okay. I'll do it. ”

I looked around to see if it was really okay.

Park Junga was surprised that she quickly regained her composure.

Thank goodness. I really didn't have a conversation going on.

Orientals congregate on one side of the square.

To be more precise, they appear to be Northeast Asians.

A Japanese, if you want to speculate.

The basis for judgment is clear.

There were too many people holding Japan as a weapon.

Considering how useless a prosecutor with a long sword is in a party battle, that's an unusual proportion.

Identified their characteristics.

They are gathered in a corner of the square, but not as one.

It was just a group of people from the same server, but there was a strong feeling that there were a small group of people there.

Rather than having large organizations or representatives representing servers, waiting room units or groups of party units are gathered.

In the meantime, there are no signs of vigilance or reluctance to each other.

People who were not as restless as the loners often noticed, but soon they began to stick together.

I think the students who were assigned a room in pairs with the friends they wanted on the math trip will look like that.

It may have been a false guess, but it didn't feel right.

There were more people who seemed to feel anxious than hostile

Nevertheless, the average armed state was not bad.

There was a figure that made people anxious.

He was a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his 30s and 40s.

What was unusual was the beard coming down to the bottom of the neck.

It's an emotion I don't understand.

He appears to be a more recognizable ranker than the head of the most influential group.

No one's stopping him from coming out the front, but he's not forming a group around him.

Is it simply the most powerful thing on the server, and that's why they decided to step up?

Maybe it's some kind of spiritual entity.

Let's observe a little more.

I don't know, but there will be different kinds of lengths and shapes in the blade.

But they all carry similar Japanese figures.

A sword that resembles or almost resembles the sword he is holding.

I noticed a lot of similar shapes of black tape and armor.

Oh, that's it.

A trendsetter, something.

Korean servers are also fashionable and hot in the short term, such as armor and weapons.

Leaders of such flows are usually rankers who target the top tier.

If you consider rankers on Korean servers to be SNS celebrities, do you think that bearded man has the level of awareness of a national Idol?

There's nothing special about what it looks like.

It's just a sharp-looking guy.

Then there was something to see in your skills or character.

Maybe it's popular because he's just like the gagman of the community.

That's unusual. We'll find out more later.

“Excuse me, could you tell me your nationality? ”

The beginning was Park Jung-ah's question.

“If you think this is an excuse, why don't you apologize first? ”

The next was a quote from the bearded man.

It's not as frightening as I expected.

The translation status of knowledge skills prior to Babel is quite clean.

I was worried that there might be something as sad as being level 1.

For example, their words sound like translations.

But Mr. Mustache's words sounded perfect in Korean.

Park ignored the rumors.

“I'll get back to business. ”

He seems to have no interest in nationality in the first place.

I want to hear it.

The man said something absurd, but Park Jungah did not respond to him as if it were natural.

“All criminal activity is prohibited within the chapter of this contest for six days during which the contest takes place. It is also forbidden to carry out brutal attacks or attempt to interfere with the declaration of surrender to an opponent during a tournament. ”

“What if you break the rules? ”

“Punished, to us. ”

The man shut his mouth for a moment and looked up at the sky.

It didn't mean much, it just seemed like a way to organize your thoughts.

In my personal opinion, I thought I'd ask whether a man has the right to punish others, the right to judge sins, and the right to control the situation. And I thought I'd say no.

The declaration of having the above three rights is literally the same as the declaration of standing on the other person's head.

It is difficult to acknowledge and hand it over to the person who initiates the conversation after surrounding them and raising their weapons as soon as they meet.

But the man asked me something else rather than question it.

“What are the verdict criteria for crime? ”

“It follows universal legal and moral standards. ”

The man stops talking and strokes his beard.

It looked fun somehow.

“Prohibiting crime is a good thing. I won't disagree. I'll cooperate. But when we first discovered a crime on our side? We're defending and punishing crimes in our own way. ”

He's an optimist.

If you commit a crime as soon as you meet, you'll be punished, so you treat your opponent like this.

It's common to have doubts about how to punish people, how to cover up crimes, whether they want to abuse their rights, or whether they're up to something else.

Maybe he was worried about a crime within the chapter of this contest that was being integrated with another server.

“If they find the culprit first and punish him with reasonable punishment, they will never punish us again. ”

“Even if the criminal is one of yours? Wouldn't it be better to have jurisdiction? When we secure foreign criminals, we hand them over to each other. ”

“I refuse. And if you misread and attack an innocent person, it could be considered a criminal act, not a punishment. ”

“It's the same for us. Okay, first of all, let's wrap this up. But when you make unjust demands of innocent people, and when you do something about it, you don't let it go. Keep in mind that the rules you're talking about also include you. ”

“Go ahead.”

The answer is yes.

Not that I knew, not that I would remember.

The man ignored whether he did not feel any problem with the answer.

They may think it's a translation problem and think it's a big deal.

“Let's postpone the full name a little bit. After all the time we have left until the forced summoning, I'll remind you once again that if all three server challengers gather in the square, crime is prohibited. We'll be able to talk to each other afterwards. If you'll excuse me, I need to speak with them. ”

Park pointed his hand at the direction where the Westerners were gathering.

The Westerners who look beyond Park Jung-ah's hand, and Park Jong-seok's ceremony... Hmm.

What are you doing, man?

I was in a fight.

89th floor! 89th floor! The tallest one of you is only 71 floors? We're on the 89th floor! ”

89th floor.

It is the current number of floors for Lee Chan Yong, Korea's top level challenger.

“It's Izzie's difficulty! You're not, are you? Izzie, are you still having a hard time with the floors? We have challengers on Hell's difficulty! ”

My head feels itchy.

The bald man who appeared to be the representative of Park Jong-seok and the Western group was having a childish argument.

There's a golden toad in my house. My father is a very tall man. My great-grandfather owns a mountain in the countryside.

Why is he doing that?

“Hello... What floor are you on? ”

Sixth floor!

At that moment, I remembered relief and plasticity in Park Jong-seok's face.

Even before the bald man was angry with that face, Park Jong-seok turned to me.

The vigilantes on hard difficulty around Park Jong-seok also looked at me.

The Westerners, too, looked at me according to their gaze.

“Hojay-ya! You now! What floor?”

I felt ashamed as I watched the museum burying my floorboards in the resounding voice of the square.