VRMMO no Shien Shokunin ～Top Player no Shikakenin～

Step by step, I'm enjoying my time at this party.

Of course it's strong, sometimes because it's going crisp......

"Whoa whoa... I see 300 floors! Seriously!"

"I want to dream...... although I'm a little concerned about my low contribution"

It's these two Mr. Locke and Mr. Panda who are creating a comfortable air for me.

If it means a contribution to the party, there will be nothing more necessary.

The current location is 289th floor.

Random starting position per hierarchy - blessed with the distance to the next staircase, there is room for item residue.

With the total number of fights suppressed, it hasn't even taken longer than when challenged with migratory birds.

"Heind. I hear the build will be special up ahead...?

Medius, who shows no fatigue, begins to care about the hierarchy ahead.

It's a wild party and it's not a good idea to disclose information to too many other players...

If you come as far as you are now, it's not a story.

There are no members on the way out of here.

"Even though it's information that hasn't even appeared on the bulletin board, I'm familiar with it... and Medius is"

"Oh, what? About what?

"Heh? Will it stop repeating the same structure!?

So I decided to go ahead while disclosing the information.

He didn't know about the mirror corridor around which Philia was eager to hear either.

But depending on what you think, it's an act of enmity, this...

Equals sending salt to an enemy.

Especially against Medius, who is competing with Yumil in his offensive score.

"... Hynd? Hey, what's up?

"Oh, no. Nothing."

I'm sure Yumil would forgive me.

Now Medius is on my side, and I don't know if he has the consciousness to be competing with Yumil.

... If you log out after a challenge at this party, you'll need to go and speak up quickly.

"The main shock is the 300th floor, which is the boss floor after all. The split boss from the 291st floor...... you'll be confused at first, but if you get used to it, you'll be fine. So, when it comes to the boss floor attack in this member..."

Then time passes, 300 hierarchies of mountain fields.

If the object to be copied changes, the strength and the way it fights will change.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Locke, but it's still a hole in the war compared to Phyllia Medius, even with more strength than average.

So I broke through there and I got a copy of me, the recovery guy.

"Do it, I'm back again! We can't even get to the copy of the hind!

"Quick, you're resuscitating fast! What's going on?

Give me a copy... I don't think so.

As a result of the wild party, no detailed instructions have been given in response to the presentation of general tactics. Because I didn't like it when you mouthed it out fine and it seemed depressing.

Unlike normal enemies, where you can sharpen and defeat them one by one, even if there are mistakes during battle, the difficulty increases as soon as there is an element of recovery.

A single mistake has caused the enemy party to fully recover, and so on several times.

"Whoa, whoa! Medius' copy strength! I can't see a copy of Phyllia 'cause it's gonna come on the ground fine!

"My debuff, I should be dispelled by a copy of Hynd soon. Yeah just how much! What am I supposed to do with this!?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

And Phyllia and Medius follow it in silence.

When there is a difference in strength within a party like this, people complain about it, both up and down their arms...

"Bad, Medius! Thanks!"

"Oh. Let's rebuild it"

"Thank you, Philia! Back off while you can!

"Yeah."

Thank you for being followed.

Followers have a tolerant mind.

Nice, this party...... what a different translation from a Gigi party where the followers look disgusted and complain about further demands even though they are the followers.

Even a common sight for some stationary parties, when you can hit it with a wild party that rarely does this, it's like - you feel happy to find sand gold out of the covered sand.

"... nd! Heind!"

"Ha!?

The consciousness that was sinking rapidly surfaces in the call of Medius.

Why don't you, it wasn't about thinking during the struggle.

"What's wrong?!? Stay with me!

"But I was there for you properly while you were bawling, the Hynd one!?

"Because it's a hind..."

It's been a long time since I've spoken properly, including Philia, and I got total scrutiny.

However, this is also evidence that the three avant-gardes are holding back their enemies in a position where they can bawl.

There will still be plenty of winning opportunities.

"Hynd, what do we do?

And this is an inquiry by Medius.

What are you going to do, because of Medius' eyes... "It's possible to clean it up by yourself?" It seems to me to contain more than that.

At the same time, something like reluctance, more like the complex will of everyone to do something about it than stand-play - ugh.

It could all be my mistake, but what is it?

Something about Medius seems odd.

I don't know what you thought when you looked at me like that, but keep saying words so that Medius can block our thoughts.

"If you need anything, follow the instructions. Say it."

I follow you... at a wild party?

I thought so. When I looked around, it was like a fixed party I had put together many times - almost at the same time I nodded back.

I'm surprised. I look at you.

"Medius is right! If it were you, I wouldn't be upset if you told me that! Don't hesitate to tell me if you have any way to open it!

"I mean, I don't know why you don't do it when you're in command... oh, because you're wild. If I was on Hynd's instructions too, I'd be perfectly fine!

……

Need I say anything more? And Philia, who blows up enemy copies and then puts up her chest, is funny, and I'm about to erupt a little.

Well, what... if that's what they all say, don't you mind?

I call on everyone a little less because of the embarrassment of not being on my own with fixed parties.

"Oh well... so, Cohon. Excuse me."

"Whoa!"

The voice and expression of Mr. Locke that he's here and he's here are so awkward.

The instructions are quick and simple, as it is both in battle and a hurry party.

Nothing difficult.

"From here, move the three avant-garde Hates to go man-to-man. Mr. Locke, I've been lowering Hate for a while, blocking the enemy."

"Whoa!"

"Once Hate has gone down to some extent, I'd like you to stop Philia from copying"

"Oops!... Oops? Seriously!?

I know what it's like to say that...

Sure, Philia's copy is strong. Very strong.

But Mr. Locke didn't say "I won't" or "I can't," so I moved on to the next instruction.

Mr. Panda...

"Mr. Panda please scatter the debuff anyway. The subject is dispersed so that the dispel of the copy hide becomes unusable in the WT as much as possible."

"Okay!

"However, just keep the guard down"

"I know... I don't know what the intent is, but I know what the instructions are!

He gave me a good smile and a thumbs up.

Just make too much money on Hate and don't get targeted, and next thing you know -

"Medius."

"Oh."

"Can you ask me to jam the guard while I deal with my copy?

Honestly, the most burdensome instruction - or please.

Suppress opponents with the same abilities as yourself and even suppress enemy guards.

But Medius only smiled at me and answered the matter without warning.

"Leave it to me."

An instant answer... what a reliable one, at all.

I can't deny that there's a little expectation that maybe we'll see Medius warm up for real.

- Well, at the end of the day, you're Philia.

Support for Mr. Lok While doing the magical chant in parallel, I practice the most discerning instructions in my head to open my body.

"Phyllia... first, Mr. Locke, defeat the copy..."

……

Yeah, it gives me an honest nod back.

Phyllia blows up the lok copy you stopped by to see if Mr. Lok did well with Hate Control.

...... yeah.

"After that, it will be Phyllia's role to defeat my copy, which has gone free. Can you do me a favor?

………………

Now the snort doesn't come back inside.

Or he seems a little disgusted... he's kind of happy, he's smiling.

On the other hand, it is very difficult at this time when everyone has moved out.

"As it were, well, that's it. Aren't we supposed to be friends at the fight? Besides, I've already seen my copy crushed. Never mind."

"..................... don't you hate me?

"Come on, I don't hate you! Because I don't hate it because of it! Because I'm really fine!

"..................... ok. Do it."

I was able to exhaust my words and somehow elicit the consent of an oligarchy girl.

Phyllia looks me in the eye for a few seconds, then holds back her axe, shakes her hair and turns back to her enemies.

As I unleashed my support magic for Mr. Locke following Phyllia running straight through, I began to move toward a position where I could see the state of all the members.