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10:00 AM, SUNDAY, DECEMBER 4.
The game had launched at one o’clock PM on Sunday, November 6, so in three hours, it would be exactly four weeks since it all began.
When I first noticed the lack of the log-out button, I assumed it was simply a system error, and at worst, it would be a matter of minutes before order was restored and I could leave. But before long, Akihiko Kayaba, in the guise of a faceless GM, assigned us to the task of clearing all one hundred floors of Aincrad. At the time, I foresaw an imprisonment lasting a hundred days. In essence, I expected that we’d average about a floor a day.
Now it had been four entire weeks—and we hadn’t even finished the first floor yet.
I could only laugh at how optimistic I’d been, and depending on the outcome of today’s boss battle, it could become brutally clear that time wasn’t the real issue with our escape. The forty-four players in the fountain square of Tolbana were the best of the best in the game at the present time. If this squad fell entirely or even lost half of its members, the news would spread throughout the floor, and a prevailing view would form: SAO was unbeatable. No one could say how long it would take for a second raid party to be formed—there might never be another attempt at the boss. Even grinding for levels wasn’t an option, as the effective experience gain from the monsters on the first floor had long passed its peak.
Everything rode on whether or not the stats of Illfang the Kobold Lord, boss monster of the first floor, had been altered since the beta. If the king of the kobolds was only as tough as I remembered him being, it shouldn’t be impossible to get through the fight without any fatalities, even with our limited levels and equipment. It just depended on whether or not everyone could remain calm and perform their duties knowing their lives were on the line …
My brain overheating with all the mental calculations, I looked to the player at my side, took a short breath, and let it out with an awkward smile.
Asuna the fencer’s side profile, half-hidden by her deep hood, seemed no different from the time I’d first seen her in the labyrinth, two mornings before. It was both as fleeting and fragile as a shooting star, and as sharp as steel. Compared to her calm manner, I was a nervous wreck.
I continued staring until she suddenly turned and shot me a cold glare.
“…What are you looking at?” she whispered, voice quiet but full of menace. I shook my head rapidly. She’d warned me this morning that if I so much as recalled the reason why she was furious, she’d force-feed me an entire barrel of sour milk. Whatever happened, it was a blank blur in my mind.
“N-nothing,” I tried to say nonchalantly. She flicked me another glare as sharp as the tip of her rapier and turned away. I began to wonder if this foul mood might affect today’s battle. True, no one else was relying upon us for help—we were practically extras—but still.
“Hey,” came a decidedly unfriendly voice from behind. I spun around.
A man with short brown hair fashioned into spikes stood before me. I flinched backward. Of all the people I expected might talk to me today, Kibaou was the last.
I stood there, dumbfounded. He glared up at me and growled, “Now listen up and listen good—y’all stay in the back today. Don’t forget your role: You’re our party’s support, nuttin’ more.”
“…”
I was already quiet by nature, but no one could have come up with a better response. This was the man who’d tried to buy my weapon for forty thousand col yesterday and hired an agent to ensure his identity stayed hidden, both of which failed spectacularly. Typically, a person under those embarrassing and awkward circumstances would rather stay at least fifty feet away from me.
But Kibaou’s attitude seemed to suggest that I ought to be feeling intimidated. He sneered at me arrogantly one more time and spat, “Be a good lil’ boy and pick off the spare kobold scraps we let drop from the table.”
And with a glob of spittle on the ground for a final flourish, Kibaou turned on his heel and strode back to his party, team E. I was still staring in dull amazement when a voice beside me snapped me back to my wits.
“What’s up with him?”
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