Author's Note: This chapter is written from Akira's perspective.
Ch. 6
"Akira, I need to talk to you for a minute." said Marco.
Turning to face him, I responded.
"What is it?" What he said next turned my blood to stone.
(Six hours later)
"There he is." Marco said. "One hundred and fifty meters ahead."
Spotting Neko, I nodded. Then a group of five players walked towards the sleeping Neko. I saw the orange marks. I moved my arm as though to get up, but Marco stopped me.
"Just watch, he will be fine."
One of the orange players challenged Neko to a duel. It looked like a Sleep-PK. But when there was three seconds left until the start of the duel, Neko moved.
Thirty seconds later, the defeated orange player was on his knees, down to 3% HP. Holding his sword at the orange player's throat, Neko forced the others to TP to the jail on floor one. After that, he made the defeated player TP. Sheathing his sword, Neko began to walk back towards the TP Gate for this floor. This time Marco got up to confront Neko. I went with him. Calling out to Neko, I blurted: "What the hell is wrong with you! You could have died!".
With one look at me, shock spread across his face. Instantly, he turn away from me, and started to sprint as fast as his dexterity stat allowed. At first, I thought I could keep up, but Neko's speed far outstripped mine. I stopped and used a TP crystal. Once at the TP Gate for that floor I waited. Ten Minutes later, Neko came sprinting in. Throwing myself in front of him, we both went flying.
Author's Note: This chapter seemed a bit rushed, but that could just be me. I may rewrite this chapter eventually.