The Shameless Warrior
It was the last day of Yggdrasil. In fact only minutes away from closing down the server. Most of the players gave up on the game, but there was him, a lone warrior in shining armor running down the plains of a medium sized fort.
Amidst the rain of arrows, which pierced the ground around him, and further devastating, magical fire, one could not see a grinning face behind the cerulean armet. It was the only expression he was capable of in the game, but nevertheless it described his mood quite well.
His in-game avatar name was Herbert, also known as the [King of Bandits], member of top tier guild [Unbearable], which once was in possession of three World Class Items.
His humor wouldn't be this good if not for the event from several minutes ago.
"I got it back! In the end, I'm victorious! Ryehehehehehehehe!" – the warrior clad in full plate armor turned back and laughed maniacally as he had gotten out of the range of attacks.
'Too bad it ends. All this time invested… Well it was a fun game to play. Guess I'll have to find something else to do.' - he thought as the time was running out.
"See ya Yggdrasil. It was almost as much fun as playing VR eroge! " it was supposed to be his farewell to the game, but Herbert wasn't a sentimental kind of guy, so he'd rather joke.
Something wasn't right. He should have been forcefully logged out, but he wasn't in his room.
'What the heck is going on? Why am I in a forest in the middle of the night?' - those questions popped up in his mind.
The next thing he noticed was that he was in his avatar and could still use some of the game's functions. After checking them out, including sending messages to developers, which didn't seem to give any result, he pondered about his current situation.
'Hmm. It feels like a real body, beating heart, breathing lungs, itching balls. Wait, what?' – he thought following by moving his hand to his crotch, but all he managed to do was to make the gauntlet clang against the faulds protecting his hip region.
After unequipping the armor he found himself standing almost naked in this dark forest, having only a tightly wrapped cloth around his nether regions. One hand scratching, the other one touched other places.
'Nice muscular body. Now for some mirror… There you go, handsome! Oh! I can make normal faces, but the grin is the same.' – Herbert admired his smooth facial features as well as his long, dark green strands of hair, while using the middle class item [Mirror Shield].
'Enough scratching. Might as well take a piss. Wow! That's what I call a damn fine equipment.' – he thought as he undid the wrappings. He could feel the cold breeze, but it didn't affect him as even a human 100 level avatar earned him a lot of resistances.
'A game couldn't be so real. At least not without another breakthrough discovery. Guess I can assume it's real world, however the item box doesn't make it that obvious. Certainly it's not Japan with a forest like this, but more importantly, could I be powerful?'
Herbert kicked the tree expecting to hurt his shin, but nothing like that happened. Rather the opposite, the huge oak came crashing down. Next thing he heard was a squeal. He followed the sound to find a dark as a night dog creature enveloped in a chain and with two horns on its head getting out from under the fallen tree.
It appears, there were two more, behind it, but after looking Herbert in the eye, they turned around and sprinted away.
"Ryehehehe" he laughed with a loud, strong voice at the creatures, who turned their tails to run after witnessing his strength.
'This might be fun. It's another world for sure. Glad I took some time to customize. My voice's nice too. I wonder, whether there are others transported here. I should look for some signs of civilization.'
It was getting brighter signalling the start of the new day. Herbert had been strolling through the forest in the opposite direction to the fleeing hounds for quite some time.
'Still, I can't believe that the grilled meat of demonic boar could taste this good and the [Unbearable beer] from my guild's brewery is magnificent as expected.' - he reminisced the snack he had eaten while walking.
Then he noticed a bright light shining through the trees indicating the end of the forest. After he got there the scenery revealed the medieval kind of village. There seemed to be quite a commotion going on.
Getting closer he witnessed two young girls running away from a knight in armor. The elder of the two punched the aggressor in the helmet, which only made him angry enough to slash his sword at the back of a girl with chestnut hair.
That's when his instinct kicked in. Herbert lounged forward and delivered a Hollywood style karate flying kick to the chest of the knight.
In the middle of the action, he might have thought about how reckless it was, how easily it could be countered and finally that it shouldn't really be very effective as he didn't have much classes, which would give him power in hand to hand combat, but somehow he knew that it would be effective.
He was wrong. It was too effective. As his feet connected, he could hear a loud crunch of breaking bones under the visibly dented breastplate. Next, the force pushed the knight off of his feet and made him fly back with his arms and legs reaching forward for about twenty meters until he crashed against the wall of the wooden hut.
He had never killed a person in his entire life, but now he didn't feel anything. His senses were telling him, that it was a right thing to do. That it was natural to protect these girls.
"Are you alright young ladies?" - he decided to ask politely as he turned around to play the role of an elegant prince saving damsels in distress.
The faces of girls showed the look of disbelief, shock or maybe bewilderment. He thought that maybe there was a barrier language as they didn't respond for a few seconds.
"Onee-chan, it's dangling." - said the younger one pointing at his crotch, while the elder girl visibly reddened on the face.
It was at this moment Herbert realized he felt so comfortable that he forgot to equip any clothes.