Blade Online

A large number of screens floating in the universe illuminated the dark room. The screen shows players, monsters, cities and neighborhoods.

There was a chair and a desk in front of the screen, dozens of people hitting the keyboard at hand as they watched the screen.

One of the screens showed a dawn crushed by a bear. The man watching it crumbles like a child, grinning. There is no way to hit the keyboard at hand. The man looks like he's in his early thirties or so.

"Hey Urabe"

A woman sitting next to me calls out to the man who was on the screen staring at her face. Urabe turned to the woman with a nasty smell.

"Don't just watch the screen, do your job properly"

"I know. I'm just watching because I have nothing to do right now. Asakura is the one who works with Kichin."

Urabe peeks at the screen again when she says so in a grumpy manner. That look came to mind, the woman known as Asakura grabbed Urabe's thick arm. Keep pulling and pulling and pulling. Urabe shook off Asakura's hand, "Yeah," he said.

"Do your job properly. Think of something in case. Do you understand that? You inadvertently disparage a machete on" that spot, "bug it, drag the player into a hidden area, and what do you want? If you hadn't been entrusted here, you'd be holding him and throwing him out in front of the boss monster."

What's Urabe saying to this guy? I nodded loudly about whether I was convinced of something after a face like that. Then I make my niggling and tough face a form of laughter. Asakura, who saw it, warped his face.

"You wouldn't be punished for mixing up some entertainment in this boring job, would you? I, for a long time, like a novel where the protagonist, who had been left out of everyone's league, or a weapon that was said to be weak, actually likes a novel that was strong. I read such a novel and wrote it myself. That's why he disparaged a machete who had nowhere to slip through the weapon. Besides, he was watching that place, wasn't he? I didn't blame you for saying anything that wasn't written in the script.

"I don't know why. It's a mess...... I'm not hungry... Then I should have written on the message board for the players that the machete is weak and weak, as I did when I wrote on the offensive WIKI that the machete is a hassle weapon....... the majority of players must have been confused and truly received but few felt uncomfortable. Even if they didn't say anything, there are good and bad things to do"

"I don't know. That won't be instant. What I want to see is a situation where the protagonist, who was taken off the hook and had no choice but to go solo, comes back and says he's gonna give everyone back! Other machete users were dying, pulling cages, putting them in a party for whatever reason, but so far this guy's pushing the situation I asked for. So if anything happens, I'll take responsibility for it, so don't talk to me, Mr. Associate Administrator."

"Players who say that dawn or something for that matter...... Don't do anything to unbalance the game too much. Kensho Urabe, administrator."

Asakura pressed her head so she could have a headache, then began to slap the keyboard as she looked at the screen in front of her again.

"Heck."

Urabe responded appropriately and resumed watching the screen. Moving into the square screen, Dawn dived into something like a green glowing gate and disappeared from Bloody Forest.

"Heh... did you go there"

Urabe broke his face into the form of a laugh again.