Mythrilite sighed. Floor 37... finally. Being a front liner, he was glad that another floor was cleared. After seeing the main town for the floor, though, he decided that it wasn't worth sticking around and to go back to his home to take a break. Going over to the teleport gate, he said, "Teleport, Town of Beginnings." He shined with a bright blue light for a second before disappearing and reappearing at the teleport gate on the First Floor. 

Mythrilite liked the first floor. Not too many people were here anymore, and those that were were far below his level. Of course, the place did have downsides too. 

Before Mythrilite could walk through the town entrance, he was immediately surrounded by 6 players, 5 of which had orange cursors. He had already seen them coming, his Searching skill high enough to detect them while they were hiding, but he decided that he might as well spring the trap before some unfortunate passerby did instead. One of the orange players, who was using a poleaxe, yelled out, "Drop your entire inventory, and we might consider letting you go!" The other players snickered, but Mythrilite showed no response at first. Then he sighed and said, "Give it your best shot, then." They were hesitant at first, obviously not expecting that response from their victims, then yelled out their battle cries at charged at him, slicing and piercing his body with their combos. 

Mythrilite waited 10 seconds, and he gave them credit for actually taking out a quarter of his HP, then decided he let them have enough fun and went on the offensive. One orange player got close to strike again, and Mythrilite used his hand to deflect his attacker's blade. The orange player stumbled, and Mythrilite kicked his back, forcing him down to the ground. The others were quick to retaliate, but Mythrilite was quicker still, using his hands and feet to deflect their weapons and counterattack. In seconds, the orange players' health bars were all in the red zone, while his wasn't even at yellow yet. "In case none of you have recognized me yet, know my name," Mythrilite said. "My name is Mythrilite, a front liner." The orange players had shocked looks on their faces, finally recognizing the man in front of them, and ran away while yelling things like "Run away!" or "Ahhh!". 

Mythrilite sighed again, then turned around to look at a bush. "You can come out now," he said to it. The bush rustled, and a pair of little girls, twins by the looks of it, came out of hiding. "_Um, thank you,_" one of the girls said. "_They like to hide there sometimes and attack people like that._" Mythrilite nodded and replied, "I know, and I highly doubt it'll be the last time. Still, it's safe now." He extended a hand to them and said, "Let's get you girls back home." 

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Mythrilite finally returned to his home after dropping off the kids, and decided to go look at the news, picking up a sheet of paper. Hmm... a guild was wiped out. He heard that story in the front lines too, something about them being trapped in a boss room and only 1 guy came out alive. There were rumors that the last guy standing was the murderer, but most people thought that was false. As for Mythrilite, well, he'll keep an open mind.