<h4>Chapter 7: Ambrose Vs.</h4>


    The wheat fields hadn''t gotten any more peaceful. Instead, it might be even more chaotic than before.


    The number of hopping animals had reduced significantly. It was only a matter of time before yers had to go to the neighboring forest, where the sounds of battle echoed.


    At that moment, a young man with shoulder-length ck hair and a rtively average-looking face arrived at the entrance of the city. He held a worn-out wooden sword in his hand.


    "Haha, look at these fools." A yer leaning against a wall spoke to his friend. He and his friend were only one step away from stepping out of the city''s gates.


    However, since they were inside the city, no one dared attack them.


    "Heh." His friend snickered. "It is quite funny to see them chasing after those innocent-looking bunnies as if they were dogs chasing after a toy."


    "I wonder when they realize that this is pointless." The yer chuckled and rubbed his clean-shaven chin. "Has anyone even leveled up yet here? Apparently, the bunnies and rabbits give 1 XP each, hah. Same with yers they killed."


    "Wait, seriously?" His friend roared inughter. "Has anyone even gotten 10 XP yet?"


    "Probably not." His friend chuckled. "Going to the forest isn''t smart either. Surviving at level 1 is quite difficult."


    "What should we do then?" His friend asked.


    "Gather a group. There should be people touring around the city. Let''s recruit them." He said. "The party would split the experience points, but it is better than getting none."


    "Ah, agreed." His friend nodded and was about to turn around to start walking into the city, but then someone touched his shoulder and gently pushed him forward.


    The loud-mouthed yer watched with shaky eyes as his friend stepped out of the city. He then spun his head around but also felt a gentle shove on his shoulder. He wobbled forward and left the security of the city.


    Ambrose took a gentle step forward and raised the wooden sword above his head.


    "Basic sh!"


    After bending his knees and rotating his shoulder, he hacked the wooden sword down diagonally. The wooden de struck both yers in the neck.


    "Argh!" The loud-mouthed yer and his friend recoiled backwards after getting hit by the wooden sword. They looked at their loss of HP and turned enraged.


    "You''re dead!" The loud-mouthed yer shouted and pulled out his wooden spear. "A sneak attacking bastard!"


    "Haha, you two seemed to be having a great time." Ambroseughed out loud. "Y''know, pushing someone inside the city ain''t against the rules. I did nothing wrong."


    Actually, he wasn''t too sure about that. However, he expected the city to followmon sense. If one attacked a person with hostile intent, one would be thrown into jail, as this was a justified reason. However, he simply happened to shove a person.


    He also bumped shoulders with another yer back at the stairways and could have hurt himself. That yer didn''t get into any trouble. Therefore, he saw an opportunity and tried to grasp it.


    The loud-mouthed yer turned angry at thatment. Nothing wrong? It was clear that this ck-haired young man pushed them out of the city''s security so he could kill them!


    "Take this!" He moved the spear into a thrusting stance. It was very unstable, and the wooden de of the spear was shaking. It was a very awkward stance and told about the loud-mouthed yer''s inexperience with the spear.


    Even though the stance was awkward, the loud-mouthed yer managed to thrust the spear forward with good enough uracy.


    At that moment, Ambrose took a step backward.


    "Rick, don''t!" His friend grabbed the loud-mouthed yer''s shoulder and pulled him back.


    "Dude, what the hell?" The loud-mouthed yer screamed, and his spear missed the mark by a great deal. He looked at his friend angrily.


    "That guy is baiting you!" His friend shouted and pointed at Ambrose. "Look where he is standing!"


    The loud-mouthed yer raised his eyebrow and looked at Ambrose. His expression turned angrier. The ck-haired young man took a step backward and was now standing inside the city.


    If he had finished his attack, he would definitely have been thrown in jail for a few days. Getting thrown into jail for even a day would be catastrophic in the early days of the game. He would be way behind the other yers!


    "Your friend is smart." Ambrose said and lunged forward. The loud-mouthed yer and his friend had no time to react.


    "Basic sh!"


    The wooden sword cut through the air and smashed into the necks of both yers.


    "Ouch!" The loud-mouthed yer red angrily at the ck-haired young man. He wanted to push his spear forward, but when he tried to do so, he lost all feeling in his right arm.


    When he turned to look at his right arm, it was turning into light blue pixels.


    "Oh, sh—"


    The loud-mouthed yer and his friend disappeared into pixels.


    [You killed a yer!]


    [You killed a yer!]


    [1 XP Earned!]


    [1 XP Earned!]


    [XP: 2/100]


    ''Whew, I feel exhausted.'' Ambrose sighed. "A long way to go."


    The rest of the people in the wheat fields were too busy fighting to have been paying attention to the short fight that just transpired.


    Ambrose felt surprisingly excited. He watched as his schoolmates did some yful fighting, and he always wanted to take part, but whenever he showed willingness to y with them, everyone suddenly didn''t want to y anymore.


    They knew about his condition, which made him very unpopr.


    ''I liked that.'' Ambrose thought with a smile. ''That was fun.''


    He then noticed a wooden spear and sword that had fallen to the ground.


    Ambrose picked them up and tossed them into his inventory.


    ''I should go sell these.'' He thought and re-entered the city.


    He headed straight to the nearest merchant store.


    ...


    The merchant was a middle aged man with a long beard, wearing a brown robe with a hood over his head.


    He was cleaning disy cases with a brown rag, making them all shiny and clean.


    At that moment, a bell rang above the door, signaling that there was a new customer.


    "Wee. What may I get you, sir?" The merchant asked with a smile and returned to his desk.


    Ambrose looked at the hovering name on top of the merchant.


    ''That muscr dojo owner didn''t have one...''


    [rehead]


    "I am here to sell two items." Ambrose said and ced the wooden spear and wooden sword on the counter.


    "Hmm, two basic items." The merchant, rehard, rubbed his lengthy beard. "2 silvers."


    ''That doesn''t sound a lot, even though the currency is called silver...'' Ambrose nodded and epted the transaction.


    After finishing the transaction, he left the merchant store two silvers richer.


    His next location was the weapon store, which he saw a while back.


    After reaching the two-floor weapons store, he saw several yers leaving the store with dejected expressions. They were cursing the expensive prices.


    Ambrose hummed and entered the store. The store''s owner, a middle-aged man with a mustache and a bald head, greeted him.


    He walked straight to the wall, which had different swords hanging. There were also price tags hanging from their hilts.


    "Ah, are you serious." Ambrose sighed, as the cheapest sword was worth 120 silvers. ''I guess I will have to get used to the wooden sword...''