Now, some may call me insane in the brain for this, but I got such a good idea I had to send it out. Now this story is still setting up, and there are plot holes, but it all will be explained in the next chapter. Hopefully. Don't take my word on that.

Disclaimer- Respective characters belong to their respective authors. Only the plot belongs to me.

When Keima first saw it, Keima had to adjust his glasses going to the point of wiping them several times, attracting feminine attention to him as a byproduct.

Keima had been surprised so severely he even expected some demon from Hell or Haqua to explain the entire thing to him. As what he saw was what was precious to Keima to the point of protecting it with his life, refined and renewed. An Internet legend that went side-by-side with that of the Capturing God. Although Keima had indeed heard of it, he did not expect it to be such short notice, and no prior notice by his fans. As they were a somewhat well-informed group, Keima now moved on from shock and into suspicion. A favorite commandment of his, There is no such thing as a free meal, rang loud and clear here.

That is, Keima was staring at the newly released PFP that could connect with the famous Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online technology, simply known as PFP Reality. And Keima would give anything to assure himself that it was, indeed, reality. However, Keima's several questions regarding the game system were destined to be never answered as a girl in uniform suddenly noticed him.

'Sir, would you like a demo of the new PFP?'

The attendant next to the door smiled at him.

'I promise that you won't be disappointed.'

Keima paused for a second before he nodded, and allowed her to lead him in.

The store was actually quite new, and the smell of clean rubber was in the air. There were several customers, and they all seemed quite familiar with all the employees, and all seemed to be having a friendly conversation.

'This store is actually sponsored by many companies, including NEK and Argus. Those two companies recently had a joint product which is what you and I know as the PFP Reality. Our store served as a major advertising board, and therefore, we enjoy several early releases and well as special bonuses in our products.'

Keima nodded once more. Seemed logical, as the place did seem to have a large amount of advertisement.

'Here it is, the demo area! Please enjoy.'

The attendant indicated what seemed to be a large table of gaming consoles. Several attendants along with their designated customers were already there.

For some reason or other no one had tried out the PFP Reality though. As Keima pulled out his seat, the attendant handed him something.

'Here is your complementary Nerve Gear equipment.'

Keima accepted the unwieldy helmet. He had heard of Nerve Gear, but never had he used it, as none of the VRMMORPGs dealt with his preferred gal games. However, now that it could allow an interface between the technology and his games, Keima would be happy to finally accept what his fans called 'the future of gaming.'

As Keima prepared to insert his favorite game of all time, One Leaf, the attendant moved to stop him. He gazed at her in cold fury.

'A-h-h-h, gomennasai, really, I'm quite sorry. However, we are not allowed to let you play personal games here. However,'

the attendant pulled out another game, and Keima raised his eyebrows. Was that...?

'I do have a copy of the game Sword Art Online.'

She smiled at him, and placed it in the table.

'Perhaps you would play this instead?'

Keima stared at it. If he was correct, that game had just came out that day.

'Aren't there lines of people who wanted to buy it?'

'Ah, yes, we are all sold out of SAO, but this copy is actually mine.'

Keima looked at her. Was she sympathetic to him or something?

Keima sighed, and grabbed the small chip, and inserted in into the PFP Reality. He then connected the PFP Reality to his Nerve Gear helmet.

'Please enjoy your gaming experience!'

'Thanks for lending me it.' He muttered out noncommittally.

Keima reluctantly placed One Leaf back inside his pocket.

Perhaps next time, Yokkyun.

He leans over the adjustable chair, before settling on a comfortable position.

'Link Start.'

And then the world went dark, before flashing white.

As the columns of color passed by him, Keima remembered the descriptions of the opening from his devout followers. Seems that they weren't wrong, it was quite realistic. The Nerve Gear then checked that he was completely connected, and slid away from view.

Next, language. Japanese.

Account? Keima paused, and tried out his PFP code.

Accepted.

Keima Katsuragi.

Suddenly, a screen titled

'Welcome to Sword Art Online.'

Then a blast of various blue hues.

'Hmm.'

He looked at himself. He was dressed in black fingerless gloves, and had a dark tan jacket on. Black jeans went down to tan shoes made of something similar to that of leather. Perhaps he should have at least set up an actual account to adjust his character to his liking. He sighed. Well, at least he had his glasses. This was better than not seeing anything.

He looked at his side.

Keima, a health bar, 250/250, Level One.

Keima frowned. He needed to change his level for sure.

Now, he tried to recall the instructions for main menu.

Right index finger and thumb, now...up?

Nothing.

Down?

The main menu finally popped up.

Keima searched disappointingly at all the blanks. Except for Equipment...

In Weapons he had...

Keima groaned. Whose bright idea was it to give him a Wooden Stick?

He selected it, as it materialized, Keima felt more and more disillusioned. It was long, sure, but thin, and Keima handled it delicately, in fear of breaking it. Was there anything he could do with it?

Swing. Nothing.

Swirl. Nothing.

A group of girls passed by, and giggled at Keima's antics.

Keima dropped to his knees. This was utterly embarrassing. That attendant had lied. This was a terrible experience. As he slowly got up, a voice called him out.

'Daijoubu desuka?'

Keima looked at the blue-haired man standing next to him, offering a hand. Keima got up by himself, and calmly replied that he was fine.

'Ah, in that case would you like to join my guild?'

Wait.

Keima peered at the man, who seemed to have nothing but innocence in his face.

'No, I'd prefer to stay solo for now.'

The man raised an eyebrow.

'Really? In that case, take care of yourself, here, on Floor 1, Town of Beginnings. If you really need information, consult a beta-player or your handbook. '

'I see. Thank you for the advice. I will be leaving now.'

As Keima began walking away, the man ran up to him.

'Ah, wait, wait, what is your name?'

Keima looked at him curiously. Did this person need something?

'Keima Katsuragi.'

The man smiled.

'Alright, Keima, I'll be seeing you around. My name's Diabel, and if you ever need a knight, message me, alright? Have fun here in Aincrad!'

And with that, the long blue-haired main in bronze armor named Diabel left.

Keima looked ahead at the market full of people and decided he might as well look around.

'Unless I wish to remain Level 1 forever.' He grumbled and walked down the road, placing his Wooden Stick back in his inventory.

I promise there will be more action, however what I don't promise is that it will be good action. I'm not sure if I'm the best at action scenes yet. I guess we'll find out. Also, yes, the stick is important. And for those who didn't realize, Diabel is a actual character, shown in a actual episode as well as the light novel. Refresh your memory by watching Episode 1 or something.