Chapter 7: Snake (1/2)

Every newbie was told to pick up weapons from martial artists, then those newbies would begin one of five paths; warrior, archer, mage, priest, and tank.

In the beginning, each player would usually hold a sword or ax and martial artists would tell from just one slash whether the player had the potential to become a warrior or tank.

Then, they would suggest another weapon and eventually send players to priests or mages.

It was not mandatory to listen to their words and players were free to stick to their desired weapons.

Michu saw that his opponent had a sword, ”You gangster!” Immediately noticing the red name floating above the warrior's head, Michu charged at him while yelling the 'gangster' word.

It was so unusual that the player stopped his tracks, ”What? Gangster?”

Going across the golden light from bananas, Michu thrust his staff forth. His eyes aimed at the solar plexus as it was one of his usual targets, even in real life.

People often fell from one strong punch aimed here.

But the player quickly regained his wits and slashed his sword in defense.

Boom!

The two weapons clashed, but Michu instantly pounced forward, closing up distance, ”You want to steal my bananas, so you are gangster! Aren't you?” Michu was often reminded about people, commonly called through this very word.

The player didn't have time to answer as Michu continued to press forward. His level one stamina and strength were far different than expected.

Once the man got thrown into confusion, Michu nimbly used his staff and struck the man's body several times.

Unfortunately, he couldn't hit his desired spot, but one of the messages brought a surprise to his eyes.

[-23 HP!]

[-26 HP!]

[Critical Strike! -56 HP!]

”Oh! I remember this feeling!” Michu laughed innocently, then clenched his fist.

His eyes glanced at the gangster whose body already hit the ground. Even before the player's eyes went up, Michu thrust his staff yet again.

This time was different.

First of all, Michu did his utmost best to remember the feeling he felt from doing the critical strike.

The second was that he aimed at the man's eyes which should bring out a 100% critical strike ratio.

Though Michu wasn't sure of it, the weak spots of the human's body were more liable towards the critical strikes.

[Critical Strike! -54 HP!]

[Critical Strike! -46 HP!]

[You have killed the player!]

”Eh? Already? I must do more critical strikes!” Michu exclaimed in shock, then turned around.

Another player had been sneaking his way towards the bananas, but when he spotted Michu's victory, his steps halted.

He uttered after feeling Michu's attention, ”Aren't you level 1?”

”I don't speak with gangsters!” Michu roared, his voice louder than usual! Kicking the ground instantly after, he flew towards the first player!

He just did three critical strikes, so to get the skill from his class, Michu had to deal seven more!

Stomping on the ground like a martial artist, Michu broke common sense with his agility as his staff's thrust could already be felt on the player's cheek.

But what actually hit the player was the wind that grazed his cheek.

”Ah! I failed…” Michu uttered with a faint sadness. His sadness quickly faded away as he added, ”My bad!”

As the staff retreated, the player with shield and sword could feel another fast breeze slapping his cheek.