It was a human-ape standing over three ters tall, with a face like a demon and sharp fangs protruding from its lips.
Its hair was a dark blue-green, its body lean and muscular, and its claws curled inward like hooks, making one believe that a light swipe could easily tear a human apart.
The human-ape leapt down from a branch, surrounded by swirling yellowing leaves caught in the strong wind.
In an instant of extre danger, Arakawa Reina couldn't even scream; her eyes widened beneath her black-frad glasses, and her pink lips ford an 'O'.
Aozawa, instead of evading, counterattacked, with a blade glinting like a streak of black lightning cutting through the night.
The figures, one tall and one short, intersected in a flash.
In the blink of an eye and the speed of light, Arakawa Reina couldn't see the attacks from either side, only noticed that as Aozawa strode forward, he sheathed his sword.
A streak of golden light rose high with the human-ape's head.
Not the bloody and grueso slaughter, but a heart-stopping art of violence.
You could say that colors indeed influence human perception to so extent.
If it were blood, the scene would be exceptionally horrific.
Golden light in Arakawa Reina's view didn't invoke that disgusting perception but rather seed splendid.
The headless body quickly turned black, like charred paper blown by the cold wind.
Specks of black particles drifted away in the breeze.
According to Aozawa's setting, most demon corpses would disappear, only a few would leave bodies behind.
Demons don't bleed normally.
A good ga should avoid appearing bloody and violent.
Aozawa didn't want to scare Arakawa Reina or Shouko, so he naturally beautified the demon's blood.
After the human-ape dissipated, a golden orb appeared in midair, split in two, quickly entering Aozawa and Arakawa Reina's bodies.
Aozawa didn't change much; his physical condition was strong enough that killing this demon was like pouring a bottle of mineral water into the Qiantang River, hardly visible.
But Arakawa Reina felt a warm stream spreading throughout her body, rising to her throat, making her involuntarily let out an "Ah~".
The lovely sound floated through the night, her leg muscles tensed, legs beca exceptionally straight.
Aozawa glanced at her, jokingly said, "Class Rep, your call almost got to react."
This comnt imdiately made Arakawa Reina's white face turn bright red, she hurriedly pushed up her glasses fra, glaring at him through the thick lenses, and pouted, "Mr. Aozawa, your joke is a bit much."
Thin lips pouted, expressing her dissatisfaction and protest.
Although their relationship was indeed good, but she's a girl, not a boy, and saying he reacted to her sound?
This kind of thing was really... slightly stimulating, making her black stockings seem to want to stick together.
Suddenly rising moisture made her inwardly curse, I'm really shaless, actually craving a brother's body.
Her body's instinctive reaction reflected in those watery eyes.
Aozawa couldn't quite handle it, he was making a casual joke, but Arakawa Reina's reaction indeed made him struggle to contain.
He quickly diverted his gaze, saying, "Let's quickly find the next magical treasure, enhance our power."
"Mm."
Arakawa Reina nodded, leaving with him, just a bold thought flashed in her mind.
Mr. Aozawa's entanglent with Ms. Ayatsuki, Miss Morimoto, and her group from Phoenix Academy, could it an he has thoughts about her?
She knew casually dreaming of others wasn't good, but in terms of body, she confidently doesn't lose to them.
And her relationship with Aozawa seems quite close.
If Mr. Aozawa has thoughts about her, it wouldn't be abnormal, right?
But such a thought quickly shattered by distant black history, she wouldn't forget the embarrassing incident when she thought Mr. Aozawa had thoughts about her.
Recalling the urge to explode back then, Arakawa Reina still finds her toes curling in embarrassnt.
She hurriedly shook her head, couldn't repeat the sa mistake.
This is rely a joke between friends.
Arakawa Reina stepped off the park lawn, the cold wind brushed her cheeks, yet couldn't cool the burning heat.
...
As Alaska State's second-largest city, Fairbanks is said to have views of the northern lights after ten at night.
However, that kind of scenery can't mask the local lack of nightlife, even inferior to Tokyo's Adachi District.
The only advantage was the overly vast land, which significantly lowered the building standards here, residents could build houses as large as their finances allowed.
Arakawa Reina strolled along the quiet streets, with the wind whistling in her ears, large and exquisite houses, wide streets devoid of traffic and crowds.
She couldn't help but feel a trace of longing, no wonder it's the United States!
This kind of place where it is large, with few people and good housing, is simply a paradise designed for soone like Arakawa Reina who isn't very social.
But such places also have a hidden danger, which is that they are so large that the safety aspect is hard to be guaranteed by the governnt, so one can only rely on themselves.
Everything has its pros and cons.
Arakawa Reina sighed and suddenly caught soone's voice amidst the whistling wind. She blinked and tilted her head, saying, "Mr. Aozawa, did you hear sothing?"
"It seems to be coming from over there."
Aozawa pointed with his knife towards the road on the right.
Following his direction, Arakawa Reina looked and saw an African Arican boy rush out from the corner of the intersection, shouting sothing incoherent in a very fast run.
Seeing the panic on his face, Arakawa Reina realized sothing was wrong and wanted to pull Aozawa aside to hide.
With a boom, the roaring wind was torn apart. A shadow shot out from the corner, towering over four ters tall, its upper body humanoid while its lower body was a serpent covered in green scales.
Its head resembled a lizard, with a long forked tongue flicking out, two bright red tentacles extending from its shoulders, about one ter long, flexible and retractable.
Two ters away from the African Arican boy, the serpent-man's right tentacle went from being soft to rigid, extending instantly to three ters like a spear, violently piercing through the boy's chest, lifting him high.
The boy transford into a flash of white light shooting towards the sky.
The death of a player doesn't an true death; when facing a fatal attack, the player's body will be frozen and then healed by sothing akin to ultra-fast regeneration, ejecting them from the ga world.
This is part of Aozawa's setting.
Moreover, monsters will prioritize hunting players, which ensures, to the greatest extent, that the native residents won't get involved.
"Class monitor, please step back."
Aozawa stood in front with the knife, his young silhouette seemingly able to bear the sky on his shoulders.
Arakawa Reina took a deep look, biting her lip silently, and then turned to run.
She knew that she couldn't be of any help here, and must quickly search the surroundings to see if there was a magical treasure. Only with a treasure could she fight alongside Mr. Aozawa.
If not, she would have to stay as far away as possible, not to trouble Mr. Aozawa.
The serpent-man's golden vertical pupil swept past, its gaze landing on Arakawa Reina's back as she fled. At that mont, it felt as if she was a frog being swallowed whole by a snake, a cold and hopeless despair racing from her back to her brain, giving her a sense of being unable to run.
But the chill quickly vanished.
Aozawa leapt from about ten ters away, pouncing straight at the serpent-man.
He didn't use superpowers, simply relying on his strength and the blessing of the Demon-Subduing Sword for combat.
Given that not everyone could have superpowers like him, the magical treasure, aside from its inherent properties, also boosted the user's speed, strength, and durability.
The more monsters he killed, the more pronounced the enhancent would beco.
A powerful gust of wind rushed towards him, and a hint of human contempt flashed in the serpent-man's vertical pupils. Its body didn't move; only its tail on the ground whipped upwards with a thunderous montum.
Aozawa twisted his blade, and the Demon-Subduing Sword slashed fiercely at the tail.
Bam!
The sound of tal and stone clashing echoed, the scales blocked the blade, and the imnse force flung Aozawa away.
He flipped mid-air, landing solidly on the rooftop terrace.
The serpent-man flicked its tongue, springing from the ground, its towering body moving through the air like a fish in water, graceful and swift, leaping nimbly.
Aozawa just had the thought of swinging his sword to counter when the world turned upside down in the dark night, a fiery sensation spreading from his chest to his brain.
He underestimated.
In gamification, Aozawa could set all ga rules in Alaska State.
However, once these rules were set, as the creator, he also had to abide by the in-ga rules.
Unfortunately, as true death wasn't a possibility, Aozawa hadn't spared any generosity in the intensity of monsters against the players.
To put it more directly, it ans a level-one player could encounter a level-forty monster without protection chanisms.
Although Aozawa is the creator, it does not an he possesses royal blood; he might just be a non-chief.
The serpent-man monster's power clearly surpasses that of Aozawa, who only relies on physical ability and the Demon-Subduing Sword.
With a crash, Aozawa hit the ground heavily, the spacious road imdiately showing a web of cracks, yet he felt no pain.
He had preset to eliminate the sensation of pain so that no players would feel it, only be aware of their body's condition.
The serpent-man crouched on the rooftop, the hard rock in its grip akin to tofu dregs, one corner of the three-story building shattered, dust flying, mixed with wood chips.
It looked down at Aozawa from above, its eyes flashing a mocking look at its prey, the hissing sound of its tongue flicking extended silently through the night.
Aozawa brushed off the dust from himself. He couldn't control the monsters' actions, but he was quite aware of the location of the magical treasures.
Which ans, Arakawa Reina was about to find the treasure destined for her.
Then, it would be ti for him to power up.
As the strategist, of course, he left himself a power-up capability that doesn't require using superpowers.
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