Ryan, in the time since he had called the meeting to decide definitely whether or not they'd make a guild, had been training as hard as he could. He never wanted to see another friend die here, and that was the one thing he kept in his mind every day. Memories and thoughts came and went, but that one idea persisted in his mind as he, along with the other frontliners, persisted through floors. He never quite got over the idea that Bachus was the reason that one of his friends died, but never really got the chance to say anything to him, because he seemed to disappear.
For now though, Ryan wasn't letting time dull his determination. Instead, he was farming for EXP on the fourth floor while others searched for the boss door. That kind of became some people's roles, while others did a mix of farming and searching. Of course, searching made it more difficult to farm, as you wouldn't know exactly where there would be monsters or not, but it was necessary to proceed further, and if one thing was true about this game, it had made people fill in the roles that were needed to survive in this world. Some people had become traders or merchants, others had become blacksmiths, cooks, even informants or thieves. Then there were, of course, the frontliners, which had basically become a large, and separate, but cohesive army. At least, in Ryan's mind, this was how it had all turned out, and of course... Within that army, he knew everyone needed their role, and after time, his had lost the fearful exterior it had once had in his mind. Now, Ryan was all for being the tank... Being that one soldier who stood up front and took the damage so that no one else would have to. Of course, he wasn't alone, but when you're in the front for your party, made up mostly by damage dealers, the subconscious thought that you're alone up there is hard to get rid of, and Ryan was still working on that.
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