1 vs All
“Luna! We’re in big trouble! This isn’t the time to be sleeping!”
“Yaaawn... It’s still the crack of dawn. What’re you talking about, Giselle...?”
“You’re saying that even after hearing this alarm...?”
Giselle stared pitifully at her utterly nonchalant roommate, her ears ringing from the wailing siren. Only after wrapping herself in her signature ice cape did Luna finally shake off her grogginess.
“So, what’s the problem this time?”
“There’s an intruder at the academy!”
“An intruder? Are they insane?”
Luna’s skepticism was well-founded. It was like calling a zebra that had willingly crawled into a crocodile’s mouth an “intruder”—hardly anyone would label someone barging into the most heavily guarded spot in the empire as sane.
Explosions and screams echoed from outside the window. Frowning, Luna asked in a frosty tone, “They still haven’t caught them?”
“Guess they’re tougher than expected... The principal’s issued a full mobilization order, even for us first-years!”
“How many are there?”
The academy, officially dispatched by the empire, had elite soldiers numbering over a thousand. Add dozens of professors, plus staff and students, and even a rough count exceeded hundreds. Luna’s calculating nature kicked in, roughly gauging the enemy’s scale.
“One...”
“What?”
But Giselle’s straightforward answer shattered that logic flat.
“A girl our age...”
“...Did some demon descend or what?”
NoName and the academy personnel kept their distance, locked in a tense standoff. The students weren’t the only ones swallowing dryly amid the palpable sense of an imminent brawl.
But those holding out hope were surprisingly few. Most viewers overflowed with distrust in NoName’s gaming skills.
She’d gone undefeated to Master in LoL thanks to Hyebam’s help in those same-team challenger runs. She’d flaunted diverse magic knowledge in World of Arceria, but bottom line? She hadn’t even cleared Part 1 properly. Her combat sense popped off when aiding Adella mid-run, sure—but doubts lingered on whether she truly mastered the game.
Communities buzzed with NoName skill analyses.
Haters had varied gripes. Some claimed her deep magic lore was a scam, faking her age to dupe the masses. Others trashed her swordplay against groups. Every time such comments flooded chats and forums, Manager Da-sal’s heart shattered.
If they’d just seen it from her POV once, they couldn’t say that.
Even managers who usually watched via PC or phone logged into capsules, sharing her exact view.
You see this and still think fight? For real?
The scene NoName faced was suffocating just to watch. Led by the academy principal and Bahamut Empire’s guard captain, hundreds stood arrayed. Game or not, the scale crushed any spirit. Instinctual dread chilled to the bone. Even Da-sal, a World of Arceria veteran, couldn’t bet on NoName’s win. The power gap was hopeless.
“Where’s Alperion?”
The golden-haired girl furrowed her brow. An elderly scholar beside the principal adjusted his monocle and bellowed.
“Ha! Even vermin like you have camaraderie?”
With a gesture, two soldiers parted the crowd, slamming a body to the ground.
“Unconscious but breathing. Quietly return the stolen laurel, and we’ll kindly hand him to the academy infirmary.”
“Then toss us in jail?”
“Shouldn’t you pay for your crimes? No plans to escalate and bolt, right?”
No room for compromise.
“Ha.”
NoName’s enigmatic laugh puzzled everyone. She felt familiarity. The closing pressure from all sides. Thick, inescapable killing intent. In a peaceful era, they might’ve bantered over coffee in a cozy diner. But fate pitted them as foes. Seeking morality in battle or war was folly. Survival hinged on self-belief alone—and that was NoName’s forte.
“I’ll take you all on.”
[Subjugation Plan for the Witch of Jealousy]
[ALL FOR ONE]
Once, to face Princess Estasha, the emperor issued a blood-oath edict in place of the lost imperial seal—but the decree mobilizing the nation’s full forces ended shredded in the princess’s hands.
NoName glimpsed one possibility in Adella. The AI adapted to the most fitting class combo for any job chosen. Her talent wasn’t dagger-limited. A convenience-shaped character for system and story flow, she was overbalanced—hexagon? No, hectogon.
Effort had limits. A 150cm man couldn’t outrun Jamaican sprinters in a century. Caps existed. But born with infinite talent, even NoName couldn’t fathom Adella’s ceiling. If her experience accumulated via regression, if every muscle cell could stack EXP—assuming the hypothesis held, she believed she could beat Jin Chronicle.
“Haaap!”
The silver-armored knight raised his gleaming greatsword with a short shout, charging boldly to bisect NoName’s torso. She didn’t retreat against the mob.
Fleeing mobs was wise, but not always her way. Synced temporarily with the Tree of Life laurel, NoName unleashed full aura power. Flesh and bone couldn’t withstand the heavy swing cleaving air.
“Kuhuk—!”
The knight, scanning for the afterimage girl, eyed his gut.
“No... way...!”
A hand protruded from his solar plexus. Realizing it wasn’t his, life ebbed.
NoName withdrew her hand piercing armor joints, claiming the fallen knight’s sword.
Attack Power –50%, Defense –50%
Attacks already halved twice over. Viewers gawked as wielding a sword stacked another penalty.
“Full encirclement—now!”
No room to step amid the guard captain’s order; dozens of spears thrust at one point.
Ching chang—!
Inertia Tensor Adjustment
Dodging blades veering sharply, she hurled her sword into a knight’s throat.
“Kraaak!”
Snatching his dropped spear, she spun it once.
Viscosity Control
1st Circle Advanced Cast: Plasma Vibration Frequency Control
Knights bogged in rain-slick mud faltered recalling spears—fatal mistake. The instant she gained space, she pounced, reaping lives: snapping one neck 90 degrees, severing another’s ankles, impaling a third’s side with three spears.
Ignoring penalties, her speed accelerated.
Old-timers caught on. Her attacks defied penalties.
“What’re you doing? Block that bitch now!”
She blitzed the bellowing squad leader with terrifying momentum. His honed defensive swordplay caught her feint, but mid-air, she spun diagonally, whiffing his thrust.
“What the—?!”
“Hand over your weapon.”
A clean slash silenced him mid-face, toppling his bulk. No breath to catch, she smacked his wrist, snatching another sword. Counting internally, her eyes darted everywhere.
Attack Power –50%, Defense –50%
“Haa... too late.”
Another penalty ping. Wiping blood from her face irritably, NoName scanned—no more chargers. Guards trembled, bloodshot eyes on her quivering limbs. Pitiful. Or maybe the smeared bloodstains terrified academy students more.
“Hahat.”
Clutching her stomach, NoName cackled before sobering, eyeing foes.
“Bad code—how to fix?”
Whoosh—! She snatched an arrow barehanded.
Mouthing numbers: Ten... nine... eight... Before zero, she grabbed a sprawled bow, mana-charged an arrow.
“Hyaak!”
Archer’s corpse, arrowhead in forehead, tumbled off the cliff.
Attack Power –50%, Defense –50%
Healer can’t hold bows—stern warning again.
“Bingo.”
Bloody lips twitched at the sharp insight.