The Runaway Master Sora's Scenic Day: I Became a Legend Just by Not Fighting - Chapter 6

The Guild District of Central Rivie. On a prime plot facing the main street stood the guild house of *Wings of Dawn*—Ark Lodge. A three-story stone building, its ground floor housed a large war room. Usually a quiet place, today it was filled with the sound of boots, shouting voices, and fists slamming against tables. "Still haven't found them?!" The voice bounced off the ceiling. One of the guild members slammed his terminal down onto the round table, his grip tight. A crack ran across the screen. No one cared. "The guards at the north gate said they saw someone leave alone late at night..." "North? Don't tell me they headed for the Freezel Wastelands?!" "That's an extreme cold zone where you won't last an hour without proper gear!" More than ten guild members surrounded the large round table, making a noisy commotion. Maps covered in scribbled notes and printed logs from NextFeed lay scattered across the tabletop. Someone's sweaty palm had smeared the ink. At the center of it all, Kyle remained silent. He sat in a chair positioned slightly higher than the others, his gaze fixed on his terminal screen. Long legs crossed, chin resting on one hand, he didn't move a muscle. It was as if the uproar around him didn't even reach his ears. "Kyle, what do you think?" A female member called out to him. Kyle slowly raised his head. His fingertips left his chin. "...Theoretically, there is only one player on the server who meets the conditions." His voice was low and calm. One by one, the mouths of the clamoring members fell shut. Only the sound of the last person swallowing their spit echoed strangely loud. "Movement speed over 850, evasion skill over 900. Even searching through data from all servers, there is only one player who satisfies both criteria simultaneously." Kyle operated his terminal, projecting the data onto the large monitor mounted on the wall. Displayed there, in stark numbers, were the requirements for reaching the Starfall's End. "...And it has been confirmed from the guard logs that this one and only player has currently headed from Central Rivie's north gate toward the Freezel Wastelands." A stir ran through the room. The sound of someone sucking in a breath. The creak of a chair. "Which means... it really is that '???' person?!" "And they're actually planning to challenge the Starfall's End?!" Kyle didn't answer. He just glared at the numbers on the monitor as if they were a hated mortal enemy. Evasion Skill: 1,247. Movement Speed: 1,083. Both easily surpassed the theoretical limits. Every equation he had spent two years constructing crumbled before those figures. "...I will definitely expose who you really are." He murmured those words in a voice so small no one else could hear. The pad of his finger traced the edge of the terminal. Only the cold feel of the glass was certain. --- Meanwhile, the giant bulletin board in Central Rivie's main plaza was in an even greater uproar. Posts on the board updated by the second. Characters flowed like a waterfall, new threads piling up endlessly. The players gathered around it, all clutching smartphone-like terminals, shouted at each other, spit flying. "Hey, look at this! That evasion stat of 1247 is seriously a bug!!" "It's not a bug. It's a system limit break. ...Unbelievable." "The issue is the ??? attribute. This damage with an attack skill of 12—the physics calculations are broken." "You're wrong! You guys still don't get it! This is the ultimate form of a 'build accident'!" "You say 'build accident' so easily, but there's no precedent for an example this extreme!" Someone shouted. Someone laughed. Someone held their head in their hands. It was like a festival. "Apparently someone contacted Verdia, but they just kept saying 'under investigation.'" "If it's under investigation, that means even the devs didn't expect this, right? That makes it even more suspicious." The bulletin board posts had already gone beyond the level of discussion. Theories flew wildly; everyone said whatever they pleased. *'It's a cheat! Ban them!'* *'No, that's the most refined skill build there is.'* *'Find this player. I'll offer a reward.'* *'Is the rumor that they're a beginner true?'* *'They're definitely the same person who posted that SS of the Lament Canyon before. It's absolutely a hardcore player's alt account.'* "What a mess..." Someone muttered. No one replied. Only the light from the screens illuminated several faces from below. --- And the one in the biggest panic of all—. "P-Please, just stop...!!" Sora stood in a back alley of Central Rivie, pressed flat against the wall. She wore her hood pulled low, making herself as small as possible. Like a small animal hiding from a storm. Her fingertips, clutching the terminal with both hands, trembled slightly. (*Why, why is this happening...*) Screenshots from the bulletin board had been flooding NextFeed one after another. Everyone was freely analyzing Sora's combat logs and saying whatever they wanted. Each comment felt like a needle stabbing into her back. *'It's a cheat.'* *'No, it's a new era build.'* *'Scout this player.'* "I-I'm just a coward, too scared to even fight... I just happened to get lucky..." Trembling, Sora walked deeper into the alley. One hand against the wall. Trying not to make any footsteps. The clamor from the main street hurt her ears. (*I absolutely can't let them find out. I have to sneak away without anyone noticing...*) Choosing paths with few people, Sora just kept walking. Holding her breath. Shrinking her shoulders. Her destination: the north gate. Her destination: the Starfall's End. --- Night. Sora slipped quietly through the north gate. She darted through the gap while the gatekeeper blinked drowsily. Beyond the gate stretched a vast plain. The grassland, bathed in moonlight, shone silver and was very beautiful. The wind brushed over the grass. Ahead lay the extreme cold land she had yet to see—the Freezel Wastelands. And then, the Starfall's End. Sora looked up at the night sky. Countless stars twinkled quietly. "...The stars are beautiful." A small breath escaped Sora's lips. It was the first time today that the tension had left her shoulders. The whole world was searching for Sora. But what Sora was searching for was just one thing. A beautiful sight that no one had ever seen before. She wanted to run from scary things. She didn't want to fight. She didn't want to stand out. —But. The desire to see beautiful scenery was the one thing she couldn't run away from. "...I'm going." Sora took a step forward. The dry earth made a small sound. With the warm lights of the city at her back, she headed toward the northern land. Only the quiet moonlight watched over her small, retreating figure. --- —However, around that time. Back in Central Rivie, after Sora had left, the situation had escalated even further. "Still haven't found them?!" "Their trail has gone completely cold!" "The guards at the north gate said they saw someone leave alone late at night..." Bulletin boards all over town were still completely dominated by talk of Sora. And in the war room of *Wings of Dawn*—. Kyle stared at the monitor in silence. A cup of black tea sat untouched, growing cold. Reflected in his cold eyes was merely a string of numbers. Yet those numbers were audibly shattering all the "theory" and "common sense" he had built up. "...I will definitely expose who you really are." His voice was cold and quiet. His fingertips gripped the edge of the terminal until they turned white. --- At the same time, one more thing. The black market of Central Rivie. The deepest part of the city, where outlaws and misfits gathered. There, a single shadow stood. "...The Freezel Wastelands, huh?" On the terminal in his hand, Sora's combat log was displayed. Unkempt black hair. Sleepy-looking eyes. A coat worn sloppily. At first glance, he looked like nothing more than a deadbeat. But—deep within those eyes, something glinted sharply. Clearly visible even in the dim alleyway. "Ain't that interesting." The corner of his mouth slowly curled upward. And then, he too turned his feet toward the north. The hem of his coat fluttered, melting into the darkness. --- Far away, beneath the northern sky. A small shadow dashed across the frozen earth. Puffs of white breath bouncing. Everyone in the world was chasing her. But she was simply, single-mindedly—chasing a breathtaking view she had yet to see.

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Name: The Runaway Master Sora's Scenic Day: I Became a Legend Just by Not Fighting
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