DanMachi, My Members Are From Slice-of-Life Anime

Cheng Hui's smile froze on her face as she lowered her head in thought: "In that case, even Level 5 is dangerous. Let's stick to the original strategy and complete the mission as a team."

"I will have the players in the strategy team level up in several dangerous areas that are easy to accidentally wander into. At the same time, they will be responsible for guarding these areas."

“Okay.” Xia Jia nodded. The level requirement for conquering the fifth floor is 15. Even level 8 players can still gain a lot of experience points by fighting monsters near their base.

After explaining more important points to Cheng Hui, Xia Jia once again embarked on her leveling journey in the maze.

He hadn't forgotten that the fifth-floor lord could drop [Guild Banners], an item that increases the attributes of all guild members, and it was extremely rare.

"This is somewhat like the guild system in Dungeon Fighter Online. Back when I was a newbie, I was begging people all over the world to join a guild that maxed out my stats."

In the original story, the two guilds were in a competitive and cutthroat relationship. To prevent one guild from completely overtaking the other and causing unpredictable conflicts, this banner was ultimately never actually used.

It's been gathering dust in Kirito's backpack for ages.

"What a waste!"

"With the boost from this flag, all players in the safe zone of the starting town can wreak havoc on the first floor."

"For a level 1 player, whose average attributes don't exceed 10 points, what does it mean to suddenly gain 10 points to all four stats?"

"Bastard!"

Chapter 479 I'm serious about going undercover.

While Shaga and his companions were enthusiastically conquering the floating city.

In the special office area of ​​the Metropolitan Police Department.

Chu Chun gently bit her lip, her eyes lowered, and her ten slender fingers danced as if playing a piano. Her expression at that moment confirmed that she had encountered a terrible situation.

"Early spring, what happened?" Nao Tomori pressed one hand on the table, intently watching countless random data lines fly past her eyes.

Well, of course she wouldn't understand.

But anyone could tell from the calm expression on the "Network Guardian's" face that she was in trouble.

"She's a very formidable opponent. She keeps improving, seemingly without limits, and now I have to give her 120% attention."

Nao Tomori frowned deeply, bit off a piece of chocolate bar with force, and said in an exaggerated expression:

"There's actually an opponent you can't handle?"

Chu Chun frankly stated, "'TA' is like AI, constantly learning my techniques. After seven days, I can no longer suppress 'TA'."

Nao Tomori pressed further, "How's the progress? Have you located the location?"

Chu Chun nodded: "Just now, I found a vulnerability and discovered an address that looked like the other party's IP address, but it was quickly tampered with by the other party."

"What about credibility?" Nao Tomori asked.

"I feel there won't be a second chance to confirm," Chu Chun admitted.

After all, she usually does more protective work than offensive work, and this is already her limit.

Unless her abilities awaken again, she will be able to suppress that opponent.

"And what about the location that was found?"

"It seems to be an arcade. It's located in Akihabara."

Nao Tomori patted her face: "Then let's not wait any longer. Let's go and investigate first. Megumi, let's go."

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent.

"Xiao Hui?"

Nao Tomori paused for two seconds, then slapped herself across the face: "Damn it, I'm so used to that kid always being around, I almost forgot she wasn't here today."

Nao Tomori walked to the office door, took out her phone, and dialed a number.

Immediately, the shadow behind her wriggled, and the bob-haired girl crawled out of the ground.

"Tomori-senpai, is there a mission?"

"Whoa! Don't scare me from behind!" Nao Tomori jumped in surprise, almost delivering a roundhouse kick.

She patted her chest and said solemnly, "Yes. We've got work to do! Shame on you!"

……

Beika Town, the computer room of a certain laboratory.

Inside the pitch-black room, the hum of a dozen radiator fans filled the air.

In front of a wall lined with a dozen or so monitors, sat a girl who looked to be about 14 years old. The fluorescent light from the monitors shone on her youthful face, yet she appeared so mature and aloof.

"The enemy has stopped attacking. I have copied all the information the organization needs and exposed Rum's location to them."

"Well done, Alaska."

Behind him, a man with long silver hair curled into a cold smile:

"To be able to contend with that madman over there in just seven days, truly worthy of being my 'disciple'."

Gin couldn't help but sneer as he recalled the high-end toys he had intercepted from that man 14 days earlier.

But at this moment, with dark circles under her eyes, Mishima Hitomi wasn't concerned about strength at all; what was on her mind was...

Alaska?

Gin didn't seem to care: "Your code name."

Why a dog? Hitomi Mishima recalled the organization's naming style: "Isn't it alcohol?"

Gin never expected that this "disciple" who had learned all his techniques in just seven days would ask such a stupid question:

"It seems you need to try more different wines."

Mishima Hitomi said, "I am still a minor, and even if I don't drink, I know a lot about alcohol!"

Soon, she recalled such a drink from her narrow memories of bars.

Alaskan liquor is a yellow-colored beverage made from gin as a base through a simple and crude blending process.

It's clear that this brutal man truly intends for him to inherit his position.

but……

There's no way I can imagine it. I can't even picture myself wearing a black suit and sunglasses, shooting the undercover agent, and then the traitor shouts "Alaska" in an incredibly menacing tone.

Hitomi Mishima covered her eyes.

"If someone calls me a husky, I'm doomed..."

Hmm... well, a black and white Alaskan Malamute seems to suit me quite well right now.

The girl's thoughts drifted away unconsciously.

Yes, because it has to go far.

If I were to meet Gin's eyes, which seem ready to kill at any moment, I feel like I would actually be scared to death.

"All right……"

"babble----!"

Gin's deep, cold voice sounded from behind:

"It's about time you went to say hello to your seniors. But before that, you need to have some fun first. Hmm... let's get rid of these people."

Gin casually placed a document in front of Hitomi Mishima.

Mishima Hitomi's pupils dilate.

Murder? No, please! I'm a legitimate civil servant, God knows why I ended up in this place for no reason!

Thinking about this question, Ms. Mishima couldn't help but recall that afternoon.

The sky is still so blue, and the clouds are still so white.

After being praised by her instructor, she was thrown out of the recruit training camp. She was then taken away in a car by her superior, Rei Furuya.

She remembered Mr. Zero saying, "The Metropolitan Police Department can't teach you anything more. I'm planning to take you to Hawaii. I believe you'll be completely transformed after this summer."

Hitomi recalled her past self. She was overjoyed when she heard she was going to Hawaii.

I thought to myself, "Finally, I can have a relaxing vacation." I'll study while enjoying the summer sun and the beach. I'll pick up ripe coconuts that have fallen on the sand, savoring my youth.

But when that man appeared, everything changed.

At that crossroads of fate, a Porsche 365A stopped in the adjacent lane.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the man's murderous gaze:

"Hey, Bourbon, long time no see. When did you start taking such a liking to taking care of kids?"

Hitomi Mishima saw a bead of cold sweat trickle down Mr. Zero's—no, Mr. Bourbon's—brown forehead. Then, words of utter despair came from Mr. Bourbon's mouth:

"You're joking. This is the organization's future reserve cadre. I'm just showing her around to get familiar with the environment."

Upon hearing this, Gin's lips curled into a cold smile, and through the car window, he pointed a silenced pistol at Bourbon's forehead.

"Hey, Bourbon. Did Rum take over the mission and you're all just pretending I don't exist? If I remember correctly... the 'kids' are supposed to be under my care."

Hitomi Mishima could never forget the look in Bourbon's eyes back then, his hands on the steering wheel, his toes lightly tapping the floor.