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There is a system in Silia Online called “channels.”
No matter how much Silia Online prioritizes freedom, if too many players gather in one area, it becos difficult to enjoy the ga.
To address this, the developers created the channel system to ensure a smooth gaming experience when a location becos too crowded.
If we think of the world as a room, the channel system creates an identical, separate room to distribute the load.
Normally, these channels do not affect each other at all.
For instance, if a monster is killed in one channel, the sa monster in another channel is not affected. The opposite holds true as well.
However, during special events—such as a “Mutation Event”—the rules of separation are broken, and actions in one channel can impact others.
For example, if Blum Village, where Joanie is currently located, is destroyed by an ogre, this destruction would be reflected across all channels, and even the entire world.
In short, whatever happens in one channel becos official history, hence the term ‘Mutation’.
The exact conditions for triggering a Mutation Event remain unclear, though players speculate that it might be related to NPCs.
This theory arose from the observation that past Mutation Events were directly or indirectly linked to NPCs.
However, just because an NPC is involved doesn’t guarantee that a Mutation Event will occur, so the theory remains speculative.
Mutation Events are rare—not so scarce that players only experience them once in their gaming lifeti, but not frequent enough to be considered common. As a result, Joanie knew about Mutation Events, but had never personally experienced one.
The issue is that only those present at the mont of a Mutation Event can participate in it.
This was evident from the viewers who tried to join Joanie’s channel but were blocked.
“The village’s survival is on the line, so it’s definitely a big deal… but why now…?”
After briefly despairing, Joanie calmly assessed the village’s defenses.
There were about twenty village guards, eight rcenaries hired by the rchant caravan, and eleven players, including herself.
Although more people could potentially fight, those were the numbers she considered for the actual combat force.
In fact, Joanie was being generous with her assessnt, and it wouldn’t have been unreasonable to assu the real strength was even lower.
After all, the village guards in such a small settlent wouldn’t be much help against an ogre.
‘And the rcenaries likely won’t make a huge difference either.’
While they might be able to inflict minor wounds or distract the enemy, they wouldn’t be able to deal any decisive blows.
Ultimately, Joanie would have to rely on her fellow players.
After quickly analyzing the situation, Joanie turned to the other players and asked:
“What are your levels? Oh, and your classes too.”
“I’m a mage, level 45.”
“I’m, uh, level 35! A priest!”
“I’m a level 40 barrier mage.”
“I’m….”
As the players introduced themselves in response to Joanie’s request, her expression grew increasingly grim.
‘…It’s not enough.’
Joanie didn’t show it, but from what she could see, their current group wasn’t equipped to handle a horde of ogres.
Maybe they’d have a shot if it were only three or four.
But anything more, and they wouldn’t just fail to defeat them—they wouldn’t even be able to hold their ground.
— “Hm…”
— “This looks tough.”
— “Their levels are way too low.”
— “Way too many healers.”
— “Why did those lowbies even join? They’re just dead weight and dragging the group down!”
“If you talk like that, you know what happens, right?”
It was true that they were underpowered compared to what she had hoped for, but as soone who valued manners, Joanie refused to complain about people who had willingly co to help. Whether as a strear or just a decent person, that wasn’t acceptable behavior.
So, she swiftly dealt with a few viewers whose comnts were getting out of hand.
Once that was done, she turned her attention back to the players.
“…Should we co up with a strategy? Anyone got any good ideas?”
“…”
“…”
“Hmm…”
An awkward silence fell over the group.
For so reason, Joanie found this atmosphere strangely familiar.
— “I can’t breathe-”
— “Man, this is so cringe, I’m embarrassed for them”
— “Is this a group project?”
“That’s it!”
Right, this was just like those group projects in college.
Still, recognizing why it felt familiar didn’t change the current situation.
The NPCs, watching the players, must have sensed the tension and slowly quieted down as well.
‘If only we knew how many ogres were coming, we could plan better.’
She had asked the hunter who first spotted them, but even he didn’t know the exact number. The mont he realized they were ogres, he had turned tail and fled, not even taking ti to count.
“Um, Joanie?”
“Yes?”
“Can’t we just ask Kana for help?”
A priest raised their hand and timidly asked.
“I an, maybe she’d listen to you even if she won’t help us…”
“…”
Joanie hesitated.
Would Kana even agree to help?
More than that…
‘I really don’t want to ask Kana for help.’
But there was too much at stake to be stubborn.
Conviction and reality. Joanie was wavering between the two when a young man who had gone out on reconnaissance ca running into the village, shouting.
“They’re coming…!”
“…!”
“How many? How many are there?”
“Are they headed this way? Where are they now?”
“There’s ten of them… They were far away earlier, but now they must be near the flower field!”
“Te-ten of them?!”
Everyone who heard was shocked by the sheer number.
Joanie was no exception.
Even facing three or four would be tough, but ten?
“This is impossible…”
Joanie muttered without realizing it.
No way out of this situation seed apparent.
“Let’s run! We can still escape!”
“There’s still ti! Load up your stuff, quick!”
“Joanie!”
“….”
Joanie’s mind was swinging heavily toward reality.
Feeling defeated and miserable, she lowered her head.
“Canaria… I need your strength. Can you help?”
“….”
“…?”
Canaria remained silent.
She neither reluctantly agreed nor flatly refused.
“…Canaria?”
Joanie, puzzled by her complete lack of reaction, slowly raised her head.
The small bird wasn’t looking at her.
Canaria’s gaze was fixed outside the village, toward sothing far off.
Joanie followed the direction of her stare and murmured without thinking.
“…The mountain?”
***
Joanie was saying sothing, but I didn’t have the attention to spare.
I knew sothing was off from the start.
Since the orc horde appeared, there were signs.
The state of the orcs was too good to be rely driven out by an overcrowded territory.
Now that I think about it, their true aim was probably evacuation.
They were fleeing from an overwhelming enemy, seeking a new haven.
And I’d bet that the ogres coming this way are no different.
…
I feel a presence from the mountain.
They must have instinctively sensed danger coming. Fleeing ahead of ti—are they able to sense the appearance of dinsional creatures?
A canary that can detect the arrival of a dinsional creature… now that’s ironic.
“Canaria?”
Joanie called my na again.
What was she asking earlier…?
Ah, right, she asked for help.
“Step aside.”
She probably wanted to kill the incoming ogres.
But she had no idea there was sothing far worse following them.
If I just hide quietly in the mountains, it wouldn’t matter, but unfortunately, it seems like the dinsional creature that appeared in the mountains has other thoughts.
Perhaps, just as I sensed it, it might have sensed too.
Judging by the way it’s approaching .
If it wants to die that badly, I can’t help it.
“I’ll kill you.”
“Uh, um? Thanks!”
I looked at Joanie, who bowed her waist with a puzzled expression.
…That wasn’t ant for you.
There’s no need to clarify that misunderstanding.
‘There’s no ti for that.’
Swoosh.
I drew my sword.
“…What? Are you really going to fight?”
“Why aren’t you stopping ?! Hurry up and stop !”
“Requesting a fight from such a young child…”
It’s so noisy.
I ignored the chatter around since I wouldn’t understand anyway.
“Oh.”
That’s right.
I montarily paused in gathering strength in my legs to run and took off my cape.
“Here, hold this.”
I don’t want to see it getting torn like last ti.
Besides, this battle seems like it might get a bit rough.
Without waiting for Joanie’s reply, I tossed the cape to her and started running.
Whoosh—!
The objects around elongated.
People, buildings, fences, fields, roads.
An ogre.
“One down.”
I lightly leaped while maintaining a speed that felt more like being shot than running, swinging my sword.
The sword passed through the ogre’s neck without any resistance.
Next was the creature that seed to be tearing into animal at. It looked very hungry, so I shoved my sword down its throat.
Again, there was no resistance, nor any sense of it.
Being a Master and struggling to take down just an ogre would be quite shaful.
If that were the case, my body would probably be rolling around sowhere on a battlefield.
Or maybe I’d be stuck serving a wealthy noble, trying to curry favor.
…Ugh. Just thinking about it makes feel sick.
“…It’s your fault.”
You made think about such unpleasant scenarios.
For that cri, you deserve to die a hundred tis.
With a thin layer of mana wrapped around my sword, I beheaded the ogre.
When I had slain a total of four, including the first two, the surroundings that had been in chaos finally returned to their original state.
Pshh.
Kuh-whooom!
The headless ogres collapsed, shaking the ground.
From their severed necks, red blood gushed out like a fountain.
“…Kruak?!”
“Yep. Kruak.”
As far as I know, ogres aren’t particularly known for their camaraderie.
That said, if they witness their comrades being killed, they’ll at least seek revenge, but the ones here didn’t even seem to register what was happening to their companions. They were simply bewildered by the sudden collapse of their previously healthy ally.
It’s understandable; seeing a comrade drop dead like that is shocking.
Responding kindly to the ogre’s question, I hunted down the remaining ones.
One slash, one kill—simple yet effective.
It didn’t take more than a few dozen seconds for all ten ogres to fall.
Even if they had co to their senses and decided to fight back, they wouldn’t have stood a chance. The shock of losing their allies was too much for them to even think about grabbing their weapons.
Killing such clueless creatures was like taking candy from a baby.
After lightly shaking off the blood, I turned my body around.
Now, then…
“Hello. Did you co to see ?”
Nice to et you.
I waved my hand toward the shimring light in the darkness.
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