[East gate]

Cling.

A sword dance was unfolding, and tens of plum blossom petals were floating in the air as the scent of plum blossoms arose. The users cried out.

“S-scented Sword Dance? An orc can do that?”

Regardless of the ongoing screams and cries, a multitude of different sword strikes cut across the air through designated paths and wreaked havoc on the battlefield.

[South gate]

Argh!

As cries rang out on the battlefield, all the users trapped in a spell’s range turned motionless. In front of them stood a Lich who possessed an immense amount of dark magic power. 

There was an island to the south of the Starting Village where undead resided; it was called the Dead Earth. Originating from that island were a thousand undead and the Lich who led them, and they swept through the users at the south gate.

“Oh my god! A class 7 mage is this scary?”

“Damn it! Mage classes start at class 1, not class 9!”

Amongst the users, the current highest-level mage was class 4. Moreover, within the realm of magic, every additional class level meant an entirely new dimension and degree of magic use. A tremendous amount of training, luck, and fortune was needed to raise one’s class level.

“Worthless.”

The Lich snorted as he swung his staff, causing a black magic-powered tsunami to sweep through the gathered user base.

***

“My god.”

“Fuck.”

“Ah, I thought I got stronger….”

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