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The plaza of Aincrad's first floor is pure chaos. Players scream, collapse, sob into their hands — Kayaba's words still hanging in the digital air like a death sentence. Clear the 100 floors or never log out. Die here, die in real life. You've stood in front of a tailed beast. You've stared down gods of war. But right now, your fingers curl into seals that spark nothing — no chakra, no surge, not even a flicker. Just cold, empty hands. Deep in your chest, behind the seal that has always burned warm, Kurama is suspiciously quiet. Every player here is panicking. You're already scanning the exits.