11th of December
Well, I'm on the second floor now. The dungeon wasn't too hard. The enemies were tougher than the abnormal wolves, but once I got their patterns down, they were ok. The enemies were low level orcs with some armour and a khukri. They left one hand free for some reason. One on one, I could win without needing a health potion. They were quick, but just so long I kept my shield in between us, I could deflect his sword and strike his neck or another vital point. It sounds easy, but I spent a couple of hours on just a few orcs practicing that. And it's not like I can do it right away. These orcs are quick, and its hard to get them into a frenzy where they just batter away at your shield. (Yeah, that is the only time I'm good enough to catch them unawares.) I saw other players looking at me as well. I was the only soloist there. I could feel their judgement, their conviction that I was a beta tester because I was better than them. Pathetic. They were jealous and scared of something they couldn't and didn't want to understand. I did have friends in the old world, but that was under the best conditions. Here, there's no way I'm making friends with any of these scared and most basic humans.
I've obviously been away from people for too long. I went back into Starting City to restock, I needed to restock on potions and the stuff in Starting City was cheaper. But I wish I never went.
When I went into town to look and got a huge shock. There were no craftsman players, only warriors. Of course, there had to be innkeepers and other NPC's in charge of the more menial tasks until they got replaced, and I saw plenty of them. Too bad they were surrounding by a huge-ass mob. I thought I'd never be shocked about by human nature, but these guys proved me wrong. They were using their skills on NPC's; I could see the multi-coloured light issuing from their different blades as they slashed again and again at the NPC's. I just stood there, taking in the brutality. I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to. But I won't lie to myself. The players were taking their anger out on the NPC's who couldn't die. They would just torture them until they felt like leaving it, or just got tired. I just couldn't believe it. The NPC's couldn't feel pain, but they could simulate feeling it, and the crowd was loving it. The roars of the crowd sickened me, and I vomitted on the side of the road. Someone clapped me on the back; a tall, muscular man with brown skin. He had a large claymore on his back.
He nodded towards the NPC's "Wanna go have some fun?" His eyes were unfocused and I could see he was getting drunk.
Drunk and enraged, any idiot could see where it might go. I nodded, but tripped him as he went forwards and ran away as fast as I could. When I got to the outskirts of town I looked at the shining sky. It was only a couple of hours past noon. You'd expect something like that to take place in the dark with torches. They'd torture the NPCs then regret what they did afterwards as the rain fell. But they wouldn't. That was how things happened in the stories. They'd feel satisfied, then remember it and pat each other on their backs laughing.
I stumbled, then realized I was crying. I cry a lot, but its better than bottling up your feelings until you forget you had them. I sat down on the ground and just cried, thinking about my past life, trying not to forget it; all the while, listening to the yells of the mob in the town. This really was like a nightmare. I got up and ran away until I couldn't hear the yells and cheering of the players behind me.
A/N I realize I am embellishing quite a lot here. This obviously didn't and couldn't happen in the book or the anime. But this is supposed fanfic, so hopefully no one will get judgmental.