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I was thinking about Aincrad,but I wanna at least 3 more option,and LC Guild isn't a option

I've see that you can get one of the movies of SAO but that's it from what I'm seeing, is there any way to actually own the show itself?

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Because they all look they fall under either The Broadsword or Longsword Category to me

The only way to make a good SAO game is to make an action combat MMO like game that is single player and doesn't have all the hardcore grinding that an mmo game has. Just normal levels of grinding that an average rpg has. Like a yakuza like a dragon level of grinding. Open world-ish with the only thing stopping you is the difficulty of the enemies. And you need to be able to choose your own class, including the option to choose a crafting class and be able to open a shop. The way this would work is being able to have more than one character for each class that you can switch between and inhabit the same world. Need a really good sword for your swordsman? Either grind the game and get far enough to find an npc to craft it for you, or gather and craft it yourself with your blacksmith character.

Don't lock the player into the characters from the anime, just have the world and overarching story be in the universe of the anime. The anime described a virtual reality MMO game with no restrictions on the player, and that's the kind of game people want to play. It's a bit overambitious to actually make a vr game at the state of VR available right now, but you could very well make a really fun single player MMO like game based on the world building from the anime. It would be such a slam dunk that it's baffling that they haven't considered this already.

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I know in volume 2 Asuna said that she fell in love with Kirito 6 months before they got married, but that’s about the only one I could find. Forgot the tiny details from progressive , so if someone could give me a list its would be much appreciated.

In a live where Reki was present he said that the next volume to be released is SAO progressive

Alicia dragged Gabriel down and it's the first time we see an apparent supernatural event happen in SAO

Technically during SAO we had the scene with the ghost woman at some point, but they were inside the game. Could be some data reminiscence

i'm trying to understand what happened with Gabriel. It's not like he felt guilty deep inside, thinking he should be punished and ended up having an hallucination getting dragged to hell by his own victim. He's a total psycho. he doesn't feel anything bad about the fact he murdered her

Even if the whole scene was not supernatural, but related to his Fluctlight getting fucked in his last moments, i still don't understand why that was his last vision since it's not like he cares about it anyways

This is the 5th anime I have consumed and it is the best of any I have ever seen. I didn't even imagine that stories could get this good. I need recommendations for stories that can make me feel somethjing again because... well.. that was just too good it might ruin everything else I could read.

This is controlled my your thoughts so if this means what I think it means a console like the nervegear is getting closer to our reach.

Today i decided to buy and play all the Sao games...i searched for chronological order and then booted Hollow Fragments.....mind you i'm within the hour of gameplay (cutscenes included) and WTF is HAPPENING. Kirito is teleported in a secret zone called Hollow Area, here you meet a wild Skull Reaper but weaker, then you do a mission and ehen you return to Sao you see Leafa and Sinon, so you think it's SEED (i'm up to date to the anime untill the end of Alicization, i still have to watch WoU) but it's not? It's Sao, like actual sao, then you find out with a skippable cutscene that bug started forming, Kirito won the fight against Heatcliff and the game didn't end, then you meet LEAFA and SINON, like wtf is this? Am i on meth? Did i boot accidentaly a Polystation game? Mind that this is not a rant, i'm rather intrigued by the premise but the absurdity of the situation is high XD. I know i'll understand more just playing but i wanted to share what went trought my head like 5 minutes ago

Chapter 0: Prologue

In the year 2022, a groundbreaking technological marvel was unveiled: Sword Art Online, a virtual reality massively multiplayer online game (VRMMORPG) that promised to immerse players in a vast fantasy world like never before. Powered by the NerveGear, a revolutionary FullDive system, the game allowed players to control their in-game avatars with nothing but their thoughts, creating a seamless, hyper-realistic experience.

Excitement buzzed worldwide as 10,000 players logged in on launch day, eager to explore the majestic floating castle of Aincrad. Yet, what was meant to be an escape into a realm of adventure soon transformed into a nightmare. The game’s creator, Akihiko Kayaba, appeared before the players and revealed a chilling truth: they were trapped within the game. The log-out function had been disabled, and any attempt to remove the NerveGear in the real world would result in the player’s death. Worse still, death in the game would mirror in reality.

Panic spread as the players realized the gravity of their situation. The only way to escape was to clear all 100 floors of Aincrad, defeating the monstrous bosses that guarded each level. Thus began a deadly struggle for survival, where camaraderie, betrayal, courage, and fear interwove in a relentless fight against a virtual fate that blurred the line between life and death.

Chapter 1: The Edge of Reality

Three months had passed since the Sword Art Online incident shook the world to its core. Though the tragedy still hasn't come to an end. Virtual reality was forever changed, yet for some, the allure of FullDive technology remained irresistible. The successor to Sword Art Online, Alfheim Online, had attracted new and returning players alike, promising freedom, exploration, and the escape from the real world so many still craved.

Hajime, a 30-year-old veteran gamer, was one of them.

The air within the dungeon was thick with tension, the dim glow of enchanted crystals casting eerie shadows across the jagged stone walls. Hajime stood near the back of his group, his chest heaving, sweat slicking his palms even though his real body remained seated in the comfort of his apartment. Alfheim Online blurred the line between the game and reality in a way he still struggled to accept. He wasn’t a natural in this new world—far from it. His character stood before the massive dungeon boss, its grotesque form loomed over him and his party, a towering figure with obsidian skin, glowing red eyes, and spiked armor that shimmered ominously in the dim light of the dungeon. He took a deep breath, focusing on the flickering health bar at the top of his HUD. They were close—so close—but it wasn’t over yet.

“Come on, Hajime, now’s your chance!” Yuto’s voice echoed through the party chat, his tone edged with urgency. Their tank, a bulky avatar clad in shining plate armor, stood locked in combat with the beast, barely holding on as its gigantic sword swung dangerously toward him.

“I’m trying!” Hajime shouted back, his voice tense. His avatar, a lithe swordsman with dark leather armor and twin blades, dodged around the dungeon boss's sweeping attacks, looking for an opening. But something was wrong—something wasn’t syncing right. He could feel it. The movements that should’ve come naturally felt sluggish, as though a wall separated his thoughts from his in-game body.

“Focus, Hajime!” Emiko, their mage, launched a barrage of fire spells toward the boss, drawing its attention for a split second. “You have to use that skill, or we’re toast!” Hajime’s eyes flickered to the skill menu, but the one move he needed remained grayed out. Synchronize. It was the core of his character’s potential—a unique skill designed by the game’s cardinal system to link the player’s real-life abilities to their in-game performance. But Hajime had never fully understood how to use it. He hadn’t practiced enough in real life to sync his body to the game.

“I don’t know how!” Hajime admitted, his voice strained as the boss let out a monstrous roar, slamming its weapon into the ground, sending shockwaves through the cavern. His friends cried out as their health bars dipped dangerously low.

“You have to figure it out—now!” Yuto grunted as he blocked a devastating strike from the boss, his health teetering on the edge. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and in one fluid motion, he relaxed his grip on the controller. He let go of the tension in his body, imagining himself in the virtual world, not as a player, but as the swordsman standing before the boss.

He opened his eyes. His vision sharpened. The heaviness that had clouded his actions lifted. He could feel the energy coursing through his limbs, both in reality and in the game.

The skill menu flickered—and Synchronize lit up.

Without hesitation, Hajime activated the ability. His avatar exploded into motion, moving faster and more fluidly than ever before. The twin blades in his hands danced like extensions of his own arms, slicing through the air with precision and power.

The dungeon boss turned to face him, but it was too late. Hajime dashed toward it, dodging the massive sword strikes with ease. His blades found their mark, striking at weak points in the armor that he hadn’t even noticed before. With each strike, the health bar dropped.

“Hajime, you’re doing it!” Emiko shouted, her excitement evident as her spells provided crucial support.

The boss roared again, but its attacks became frantic and disjointed. Hajime could see through its movements now, anticipating every swing, every desperate lunge.

“Everyone, focus fire!” Yuto called out, and the party unleashed everything they had. Spells, arrows, and sword strikes converged on the boss, whittling its health down to nothing.

With one final, synchronized slash from Hajime’s blades, the boss let out a final, guttural roar before collapsing to the ground in a heap of dark smoke. The cavern fell silent, save for the triumphant fanfare that signaled their victory. “We… we did it,” Hajime breathed, his heart still racing, wiping the sweat from his brow. His body felt strangely light, almost as if the game’s tension had been shared with his real self.

“That was way too close,” breathed Taro, one of Hajime’s friends, wiping the sweat from his brow as his avatar slumped to the floor. “We almost didn’t make it.”

“Yeah, we barely scraped by,” muttered Arisa, another teammate, her voice still tight from the tension. “Hajime, what happened back there? You’ve got a powerful skill set, but you weren’t using it right.”

Hajime’s face flushed with embarrassment. He was a seasoned gamer, someone who’d seen countless battles in dozens of MMOs, but Alfheim Online was different. It didn’t follow the traditional rules of gaming. The Cardinal System, the AI that governed the game, had a gimmick that made everything more real. It synchronized with the players’ actual skills and talents from the real world, blending their innate abilities with their in-game avatars.

Hajime had never been particularly athletic in reality, nor was he a fighter. He worked a desk job, spent most of his time indoors, and only exercised when he had to. While his reflexes and strategic mind made him a decent gamer, his body simply didn’t have the finesse needed to control his character to its full potential. That glaring weakness became painfully obvious today.

“I— I know,” Hajime admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes cast downward. “I can’t seem to get the timing right on my skills. It’s like… I’m not syncing up with the movements the way I should.”

Taro gave him a sympathetic look. “It’s tough, man. Alfheim Online makes you use your actual body’s muscle memory. If you aren’t in sync with yourself, you’re basically handicapping your avatar. It’s like you have the ability in-game, but you’ve got to learn how to actually use it.”

“Easier said than done,” Hajime muttered, frustration simmering beneath his calm demeanor. He had been struggling with this for weeks now, ever since he first joined Alfheim Online. The potential was there, locked within his avatar, but his lack of coordination in real life translated into clunky, awkward movements in the game. He had thought he could rely on pure gaming experience, but the system was unforgiving to those who couldn’t adapt.

Arisa knelt down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’ll get it. It just takes time. We’ve seen improvements already. You weren’t half-bad in that last fight, and you’ve definitely got the instincts for it. You just need to practice more.”

Hajime sighed, appreciating her encouragement but still feeling the weight of his shortcomings. He looked at his avatar’s hand, still gripping the shimmering blade that had barely delivered the final blow to the dungeon boss. In this world, he was supposed to be stronger, faster, and more capable than in real life. But here he was, still fumbling, still falling short.

Why can’t I just get it right?

He couldn’t help but think back to the SAO incident that had yet to end, those who had not only mastered their skills in the game but had lived through them. They're fighting, bleeding, surviving in a world where the stakes were life or death. If they could do that under such extreme circumstances, why couldn’t he get the hang of a game where death meant nothing more than respawning?

Taro stood up, stretching his arms. “Well, the important thing is we won. Let’s head back to the city and cash in these rewards. Maybe grab a drink at Yggdrasil Tavern while we’re at it?”

Arisa nodded in agreement. “Sounds good. We’ll figure out the next raid tomorrow. But Hajime, maybe you should do some training sessions on the side. Get used to how your body moves in-game. We’ll help you out.”

“Yeah,” Hajime agreed, though his voice was quieter than usual. “I’ll… I’ll work on it.”

As they made their way back toward the portal leading out of the dungeon, Hajime couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was holding him back. It wasn’t just his lack of physical skill or the Cardinal System’s strict syncing between reality and the game. There was something deeper, something inside of him that resisted fully embracing the freedom this world offered.

And until he figured it out, no amount of training would make him the player he needed to be.

Chapter 2: Breaking Point

The next few days passed in a blur for Hajime. He logged into Alfheim Online every evening after work, hoping to get a better handle on the game. He trained, soloing weak mobs, running through basic combat drills, and trying to push his avatar to its full potential. Yet, no matter how much time he spent, the sync between his real-world abilities and his virtual avatar felt clunky, slow. It was like trying to run a race in water. He just couldn’t keep up.

His friends in the game had been patient, but the tension was starting to show.

It all came to a head during a late-night session in a small tavern in Yggdrasil City. Hajime sat quietly at the corner of the table while his party members, Taro and Arisa among them, were already deep in conversation about their next raid plans. The table was lively with the chatter of quests, loot, and future dungeon crawls, but Hajime could feel the undercurrent of frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“You know,” Taro began, swirling his virtual drink in his hand, “we’ve been running raids together for a while now, and… well, some of us were thinking…” He hesitated, glancing toward Arisa for support.

Arisa looked uncomfortable, but she finally spoke up. “Hajime, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re really falling behind. We’ve all noticed. And it’s not just that your skills are a bit off—it’s like you don’t even know how to use your avatar to its full potential.”

Hajime’s heart sank. He had known this was coming, but hearing it aloud stung more than he expected. “I… I’m working on it. I just need more time.”

Taro sighed. “It’s not just about time, man. This game’s different. You either get it, or you don’t. And right now, you’re holding the group back.”

“That’s not fair,” Hajime muttered, a mix of anger and embarrassment flooding his chest. “I’m trying. I’m getting better, just not fast enough, I guess.”

“Look, no one’s saying you’re not trying,” Arisa said gently, trying to soften the blow. “It’s just… this isn’t working out. If you’re not enjoying it, maybe it’s time to consider other options.”

Taro leaned in, his voice low but firm. “You could sell your account, Hajime. I mean, that’s what people do when they don’t mesh with a game. You could make good money, especially with the gear you’ve got.”

Hajime recoiled at the suggestion. Sell his account? The idea hadn’t crossed his mind, but now that it was out there, it lingered like a sour taste. He had invested so much time in Alfheim Online, despite his struggles. Selling his account felt like admitting defeat. Yet, deep down, he knew his friends had a point. He wasn’t keeping up, and the frustration of constantly falling behind was draining his enjoyment.

“I don’t know,” Hajime said, his voice quiet. “I don’t even know if anyone would want my account. I’m not exactly a pro player.”

“You don’t have to be,” Taro said quickly. “There’s a market for everything. You’ve got rare items, a decently leveled character, and a solid inventory. People will pay for that. And think about it—if you’re not having fun, what’s the point in keeping it?”

Hajime hesitated, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. Was it really that bad? He hadn’t enjoyed the game for weeks now, and the constant pressure to perform was gnawing at him. Maybe selling his account wasn’t such a terrible idea after all. It would give him an out, a clean break from a world where he didn’t belong.

But there was one problem.

“I wouldn’t even know how to sell it,” Hajime admitted. “I mean, I’ve heard of people selling accounts, but… where do I even go for that?”

Taro and Arisa exchanged glances before Taro spoke again, more cautiously this time. “Well, there are sites… places on the dark web where people sell and buy VRMMO accounts. It’s not exactly legal, but people do it all the time. Just be careful. You don’t want to get scammed or, you know, tracked.”

Hajime felt a knot tighten in his stomach. The dark web? That sounded sketchy at best, dangerous at worst. But what other options did he have? He wasn’t going to get better, and he was tired of holding his friends back. Maybe this was his only way out.

“Alright,” Hajime said finally, his voice shaky but resolute. “I’ll do it. I’ll sell the account.”

Arisa looked surprised. “Are you sure? You don’t have to rush into it.”

“No,” Hajime said, shaking his head. “You’re right. I’m just not cut out for this game. If someone else can make better use of it, then… yeah, I’ll sell it.”

The rest of the night passed in a haze, and when Hajime finally logged out of Alfheim Online, he stared at the ceiling of his small apartment, the reality of what he had agreed to sinking in. He felt a pit in his stomach, a creeping sense of unease as he turned on his laptop and began searching for information on how to access the dark web.

Hours passed, and after navigating through forums and hidden sites, he found it—a marketplace for VRMMO accounts. The listings were filled with offers from players looking to offload their avatars, from low-level grinders to maxed-out veterans. He hesitated for a long moment before typing in the details of his own account: level, skills, inventory, and a brief note that he hadn’t fully mastered the avatar’s potential.

He didn’t set a price, leaving it up to potential buyers to make offers. It was a risk, but at this point, he didn’t care.

As soon as he hit submit, a deep sense of regret settled over him, but there was no turning back now. The die was cast.

Now, all Hajime could do was wait—and hope that his desperate decision wouldn’t come back to haunt him.

Chapter 3: The Outsider

Izumo Shima had never been one to seek attention. He preferred to stay in the background, keeping his head down and mind focused. That’s how he had survived back in America, and it’s what he intended to do here in Japan. But Kanto International High School was different. Everything felt foreign, despite the familiar language. As he walked through the bustling hallways on his first day, surrounded by a mix of Japanese and international students, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place.

It didn’t help that the whispers followed him wherever he went. A few curious glances here and there, some stares lingering just a little too long. He could feel their eyes, sizing him up, wondering who this new kid was, fresh off the plane from America. But Izumo wasn’t interested in proving himself to anyone. All he wanted was to make it through the day without incident.

“Hey! You’re the new transfer, right?” A voice called out, snapping Izumo from his thoughts.

He turned to see a tall, easygoing boy with messy blonde hair and a relaxed smile standing by the classroom door. His name was Yutaka Hiroto, one of his new classmates.

“Yeah, that’s me. Izumo Shima,” he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

Yutaka gave him a welcoming grin. “Nice to meet you! Yutaka, in case you forgot. Where’re you from, by the way? The States, right?”

“Yeah,” Izumo nodded. “California.”

Yutaka raised an eyebrow. “Wow, big change coming here, huh? How’s it going so far?”

Izumo shrugged. “It’s... different. Still getting used to everything.”

“Hey, no worries. You’ll fit in soon enough." Yutaka then noticed Izumo Shima holding a book in his hand - Alfheim Online beginners guidebook. "So, are you new to the game?" Yutaka asked Izumo while pointing the book in his hand.

Izumo blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Alfheim Online? It seems interesting but I just don't ’t have the time.”

Yutaka’s eyes widened in surprise. “No way! You’re missing out, man. A ton of people here play it. It’s this VRMMO where you can explore all these magical worlds and fly around with wings and stuff. I’m hooked, honestly.”

Izumo gave a polite nod, but inside, he wasn’t convinced. He had nothing against games, but they always felt like a distraction—something that pulled you away from reality. And Izumo wasn’t the kind of person who could afford distractions. Life had always been about focusing on the next step, the next goal. There was no room for things like video games when you were constantly moving, constantly trying to adapt.

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head.

Yutaka scratched his head, seemingly confused but still friendly. “That’s cool. Just thought I’d ask. But hey, if you ever change your mind, let me know. I’ll show you the ropes.”

Izumo smiled, appreciating Yutaka’s kindness despite their differences. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The morning passed uneventfully, but as lunch came around, Izumo could feel the tension building. It wasn’t that anyone had been outwardly hostile to him—yet—but the looks, the murmurs, they hadn’t stopped. He tried to ignore it, choosing a quiet spot at the edge of the school courtyard to eat his lunch alone. But peace didn’t last long.

“Hey, country boy!” A sneering voice called from behind.

Izumo stiffened as three boys approached, clearly older and bigger than him. They were locals—full Japanese students who didn’t look thrilled about Izumo’s presence. One of them, a tall boy with bleached hair, grinned mockingly as he sauntered over.

“You think just ‘cause this is an international school, you can waltz in like you belong here?” the leader said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re just some foreigner. Go back to your farm, country boy.”

Izumo clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as the insults piled on. He’d been through this before. Back in America, it had been the same—always the new kid, always the one who didn’t fit in. He had learned to bite his tongue, to let it slide. But something about the way they sneered at him, the way they made him feel small in this new place, it was too much.

“Say something, farm boy!” one of the bullies taunted, stepping closer, his grin widening as he saw Izumo’s fists trembling.

Izumo snapped.

Without thinking, he swung his fist at the leader’s face, a surge of anger and frustration driving the punch. But the bully saw it coming. He sidestepped the blow easily, and Izumo’s momentum sent him stumbling forward, off-balance. The leader laughed, a cruel sound that echoed in the courtyard.

“Nice try, country boy.”

Before Izumo could regain his footing, a sharp kick landed square in his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, pain shooting through his ribs. Another kick followed, then another, and the world blurred as he curled up, trying to protect himself from the blows raining down on him.

“Stop it!” a voice shouted from the crowd.

Yutaka.

Izumo looked up through the haze of pain, seeing his friend pushing through the group of students who had gathered around to watch the beating. But Yutaka couldn’t get close—too many people blocked his way, laughing, jeering, caught up in the spectacle.

“Get out of the way!” Yutaka yelled, but the crowd ignored him, too entertained by the fight to care.

Just when it seemed like no one would intervene, a shadow loomed over the bullies. The leader stopped mid-kick, his expression faltering as a figure stepped into the circle.

A girl, same age as Izumo and Yutaka, with sharp eyes and an air of quiet authority. Her electric blue hair with hints of rainbow luminosity fell messily over her forehead, and her hands were casually tucked into her pockets as she surveyed the scene with a dispassionate gaze. The crowd hushed instantly.

“Enough,” the girl said, her voice low but firm.

The leader of the bullies hesitated, sizing up the newcomer. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem,” the girl said calmly, “is you. Now, unless you want to take this further, you’ll stop.”

For a moment, it seemed like the bully might push back, but something in the girl’s stare made him think twice. With a scowl, the leader spat on the ground and signaled for his lackeys to back off.

“Whatever,” he muttered, turning away. “Let’s go.”

As the bullies left, the crowd began to disperse, the excitement gone now that the fight was over. Izumo lay on the ground, still catching his breath, his body aching from the beating. Yutaka finally managed to break through the remaining crowd and rushed to his side.

“Are you okay, man?” Yutaka asked, helping him up.

Izumo nodded weakly, though the pain made it hard to speak.

The girl, the one who had stopped the fight, knelt down next to him. “You’re tough. But next time, pick your battles wisely.”

Izumo blinked, still dazed, as the girl stood up and walked away, disappearing into the crowd before he could ask who she was. Yutaka looked after her, then back at Izumo.

“That was Arute Jiruchi,” Yutaka said in a hushed voice, clearly impressed. “Same year as us, and one of the best players in Alfheim Online. You’re lucky she stepped in when she did.”

Izumo didn’t respond. His mind was still reeling, not from the pain of the fight, but from the feeling of helplessness that lingered in his chest.

Maybe Yutaka was right. Maybe he did need a distraction after all.

Finally decided to post my own sao alternative light novel. I've already finished making chapter 11 but I'll post the rest next time. Moreover, enjoy reading. Let me know if there are any loopholes or whatsoever.

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am i the only one who just realized that klein used the revive crystal when kirito died 😭 that scene had my crying

what game would be an okay starting point? I don't want play on the Vista.

what the title says, plus is there a place I could buy a physical copy of the manga in english, or does it not even exist?

Recently, i've been looking into fighting games lately, especially Super KO Boxing 2, Street Fighter, and Tekken. Considering that the pugilist are boxers, and that Sheyta didn't really kill them, what do you guys think would happen if they were to fight someone like Jin Kazama or Kazuya Mishima? Do you think they could take one of them down? Would Iskahn still try to fight them even though he knew he have no chance fighting someone like them?

Guys, clear my doubts, Integrity knights don't have to respect the taboo law, right?

with most tragic and historic events, they are put in museums so it has to be the same with the nerve gear