They seemed to have taken this as a form of resignation; the nine players, which didn’t include Rosalia and the other green player, all drew their weapons and raced against each other to reach Kirito first. They stomped across the short bridge and then—— “Yiaaa!!” “Dieee!!” They surrounded Kirito, who had his head bowed down, in a half circle before they all hit him with their weapons. Kirito’s body shook violently from the force of nine attacks. “No——!!” Silica screamed as she covered her face with her hands. “No! Stop! Kirito-san’s going to, d...die!!” But they didn’t listen. Some of them laughed manically, while others kept swearing as they continued to attack Kirito as if they were intoxicated by the violence. Rosalia, who stood at the middle of the bridge, couldn’t stop her excitement from showing as she stared at the tragedy while licking her finger. Silica wiped her tears and grasped the handle of her dagger. She knew that she couldn’t do anything even if she jumped in, but she couldn’t just stand there and watch anymore. Then, just as she was about to take a step towards Kirito—— she noticed something and stopped. Kirito’s HP bar wasn’t decreasing. No, it was merely decreasing by a little bit, despite the endless rain of blows. Yet even that was filled back up after a couple of seconds.