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Lin Shu's hand was still on his shoulder.

The increasing force began to make Aki Tomoya feel uncomfortable.

"So what do you want? You want me to kneel down and apologize to you!?"

The otaku with glasses was annoyed and turned around angrily.

But he saw a pair of dark eyes as sharp and fierce as an eagle.

"!"

The indifferent gaze was like staring into the abyss.

With unquestionable and terrifying murderous intent.

The air around seemed to freeze on the spot.

The cold and pure murderous aura even made the people around him retreat instinctively with horror on their faces.

Akitomo's expression was distorted.

I just felt a tearing pain in my shoulder.

The whole body suddenly sank, making a creaking sound.

The next moment, he bent his knees and knelt at the feet of Lin Shu.

Even though the boy let go of his hands, the gravity, which was as strong as an iron tower, still prevented him from raising his head.

"you...!?"

Aki Tomoya tried desperately to fight back.

Trying to lift your head.

In sight, I could only barely see a pair of sneakers.

A huge feeling of humiliation and shame came over me.

The bespectacled otaku's face instantly turned red.

The gazes of the people around felt like needles pricking them.

His face felt so hot and painful as if he had been slapped repeatedly.

Akitomo didn't know how he finally left the classroom.

All I knew was that I just knelt at the boy's feet.

Until the class bell rang.

Amidst everyone's discussions, he covered his face and ran out of the classroom in embarrassment.

...

What happened to Tomoya Aki was just an insignificant episode.

Three days later.

The four of them asked for leave from school at the same time.

Then, they all came to Lin Shu's house, waiting for the next copy to open.

[New copy - (Dororo) is about to open]

[Ten-second countdown begins, 10, 9, 8...]

A cold and indifferent electronic voice sounded.

next moment.

Everyone suddenly came to an unfamiliar forest.

The mountains are shaded by forests and the shade of trees is dense.

The dim sunlight penetrated the gaps between the leaves and cast a dim light.

There was a thin mist floating around.

A strange fishy smell mixed with the smell of rotting leaves seemed so complicated.

Thick yellow leaves fell to the ground

A soft and comfortable feeling came from the soles of my feet.

Yuigahama Yui patted her full, heaving chest.

I feel a little relieved.

At least this time, I wasn't teleported into a graffiti-covered classroom.

But there seem to be a lot more strangers around me.

In the pile of fallen leaves in front, there were some people still sleeping.

Among them, there were several young figures in school uniforms that looked familiar to Lin Shu.

In addition, there are also people from society dressed in suits and ties.

And a few middle-aged and elderly people who were holding baskets and seemed to be going to buy vegetables.

After a careful count, there were 20 people in total.

"Hey, there are other players this time."

A somewhat provocative voice suddenly came from the opposite side.

Lin Shu and the other three glanced sideways.

But he found that besides his side, there were three unfamiliar figures standing on the opposite side.

Among the three people, one was wearing a black robe and a strange bird-beak mask, dressed like a plague doctor during the Black Death in the Middle Ages.

He is tall and thin, and seems to be a quiet man.

One of them was tall and burly, with a strong build, and had a Cuban cigar in his mouth.

Holding an M2-style Browning large-caliber heavy machine gun.

Thick 12.6mm machine gun bullets were hung around his neck and upper body.

He carries a huge, rugged longbow on his back.

With such a huge body, just standing there, it looks like a human fortress, full of strong oppression.

The person who just spoke was this person.

As for the last person.

She is a woman with a figure even more exaggerated than that of the cigar man.

This incredibly fat woman has an ugly face but a strong body, with a broad back and strong arms.

His waist is as thick as a bucket.

His muscular arms are even thicker than an average person's two thighs combined.

Around the ugly woman's waist was a strange samurai sword wrapped in a gray chain.

On her fat fingers, as thick as radishes, she wore a dark blue ring.

As he looked around, he exuded a terrifying aura like a humanoid beast.

Just then.

People in the field began to wake up one after another.

Until the last person stood up from the pile of fallen leaves.

The sound from the Death Game rang in everyone's mind at the same time.

...

[Mission Name: Dororo]

[Current Distortion Value: Deep Red]

【Mission Type: Player Cooperation Mode】

[Main Quest: Survive safely in this dungeon world for one month, work as a team (or solo), and kill at least six demons.]

[Side Quest 1 (Individual): Kill or defeat at least 10 demons in this world.]

[Side Quest 2: Currently hidden, please work hard to discover it.]

[Side Quest 3: (Protecting the Newcomer): Protect the newcomer until the end of the dungeon. Each newcomer will be rewarded with 300 game currency. There is no penalty for failure, and the reward is divided equally among team members.]

[Note: This world is a group instance. Malicious killing of newcomers is not allowed. Otherwise, you will be punished by the system.]

[Note 2: This world allows you to kill players from the opposing team. Killing a player will reward you with one-third of that player's game currency and a random item from the opposing team.]

As soon as these words came out.

Whether it was Lin Shu and his four companions, or the three cigar men opposite, their expressions changed.

They all showed a look of vigilance at the same time.

"Everyone on the other side, are the missions you received the same as ours?"

The bearded cigar-smoking man rolled his eyes and tried to come over and have a conversation with Lin Shu and the others.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from my ear.

"Come any closer and you'll die."

"Tsk, you little brat, you have such a fierce aura."

He looked at the hilt of the Thousand Blades Demon Sword and reached out to secretly touch it.

A handsome young man with an indifferent look in his eyes.

There was a hint of obvious fear in the cigar man's eyes.

As a veteran who has reached level 15, Fujiwara has already passed five copies.