Chapter 772: December 14th: Disaster World War

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"A←a→a←a→a←a→a←a→a←a↑a↓a→a←a→a←a↑a↓a↑a↓a↑a↓a!!?!?!"

Boing-boing-boing-boing-boing-boing-boing-boing-boing-boing-boing-boing-boing-boing, disregarding the screams of Survival, who was bound top and bottom and flailing around up, down, left, and right with incredibly hilarious movements, I did my warm-up exercises while turning my gaze to Deep Slaughter, who was straddling her rod next to me exactly like a witch flying through the sky on a broomstick.

"Back-and-forth thrusting!"

"Just go away already......"

"To the other side of sexual desireBeyond the Sexual Libido!!"

I don't even care anymore, just stop jerking around back and forth with a wand sandwiched between your crotch. It's draining my soul.

The reason I specifically sent Yashirobird and PT Overwerke ahead was partly because I wanted to see Survival's hilarious display......... but also to respond to the "provocation" from Deep Slaughter, who seemed to be making a mockery of everything. Unwillingly, I have a decent amount of combat history with her in terms of pure encounters. Maybe that's why I can somehow sense when her provocations are serious.

At the very least, she is trying to steal "Maximum Speed." No, perhaps...... she's trying to establish dominance by showing that she is faster than my current self.

Do I care? I got the Maximum Speed title simply as a result of things playing out, it's not like I was originally aiming for it. Besides, holding this title doesn't exactly bring about any dramatic changes (I asked Rei-shi and Josette, the record holders, and apparently it only affects the skills and magic you learn upon leveling up).

So what does that mean? Does it mean I can just hand it over to her............ Like hell I can. At the very least, if it gets stolen in such a called-shot-home-run manner like this, I'm seriously going to sulk. I absolutely will not lose, at least not to this perverted woman!!

"But Deep Slaughter, too bad for you......?"

"Oyaa? You seem somewhat confident......"

"Obviously,"

Because the only thing missing is the black lightning. I've already regained everything else.

Skill connection, the peak of speed. The critical limit where a human accelerates as a human, remaining human. To be honest, I could have chosen the stage one step above this, "Faster-Than-LightLuxion"...... but that's no good. If anything, it feels more like sliding a fixed distance in a straight line while in an invincible, transparent mode... Well, to put it simply, the "flight distance" is lacking. Though it did look like I could pull off some wicked tricks with it.

Therefore, into the stepping foot, the God of Acceleration hammers in a blessing without holding back. Layering the blessing of the storm on top of the explosive five-charge speed!!

"Here goes the irregular, Tornado 'Critical SpeedBradyon'!!"

The moment I stepped in, everything in the world began to spin.

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For Deep Slaughter, the player named Sunraku was an extremely favorable individual. She whispered to him as if in love, sent him glances as if she were deeply smitten, but the true nature of it was something much deeper—like a dark obsession.

"Ahaha."

Even now, it was exactly that. While watching the hilarious bird-head blast away into the air like a bullet on a snaking trajectory while spinning his own body...... Deep Slaughter saw through the fact that this bizarre, utterly reckless movement—which could only be described as something beyond reckless—wasn't truly just reckless.

No matter how much reality was perfected, Shangri-La Frontier was still a game. If even the information fed back to the physical body strictly adhered to reality, the vast majority of players would drop out in the first area.

But that didn't happen. The intensity of the sensations provided by Shangri-La Frontier had a ceiling...... Meaning, as long as one could endure that "ceiling," an existence in the cyber worldShanFro could pull off endless amounts of unreasonableness.

But that was easier said than done. For instance, the aforementioned "ceiling" obviously wasn't set at a height that could be reached just by stretching out a hand.

Movements in the cyber world, in almost all cases, adhered to those in the real world. Whether it was the avatar of a toddler or a giant, the fundamental principle of moving the shoulders and arms by sandwiching them with joints remained unchanged. The "ceiling," naturally, referred to the limit point of those fundamentals.

"The fact that you're so far gone you can break your own arm without hesitation just proves it—you really are the same kind of person as me......"

Levitation magic. And with the magic providing multiplied propulsion via The Desire, Deep Slaughter—who had unimaginably turned a grand, one-of-a-kind magical wand into a witch's broom—accelerated all at once.

There was only one thing reflected in her gaze. Even if it wasn't quite at the level of the "Meteor" that had demonstrated what true Maximum Speed was to all players that day, she stared only at the back of the person who had blown past the other three in the blink of an eye.

"Reality is boring, isn't it? You find this much more fun 'too', don't you? Riiight...... Sunraku-kuuuun."

While directing a heated gaze at the back of the man she was convinced was of the same ilk as herself. She smiled even while clinging to The Desire amidst winds that threatened to blow her away, intent on proving that she, yes, only she was the one who truly understood Sunraku...... that she would become the one who understands him.

Now then, first, to catch up. For Deep Slaughter to line up beside Sunraku, and to make him realize that Deep Slaughter herself was Sunraku's greatest understander...... to show him that she could be an endlessly convenient woman for him.

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Sigmonia Frontline Valley. We had to wait a little bit for the boing-boing-ing Survival to revive, but the five of us safely reached this mortar-shaped field.

"Is this the place with the monsters that drop the materials you were talking about, Sunraku?"

"There are some rock-hard, firmly erect pillars here!!"

I'm just going to ignore that at this point. Now then, since we've come all the way here......... I really must have them enjoy it to the fullest.

"I set up a tent for now, so go save."

Alright, everyone slept? Good, good. "Sleep next to me?" Like hell I will, want me to bury you in the dirt so you can sleep eternally, you bastard?

"Looks pretty quiet from here, but...... are they under the dirt or something?"

"You figured it out well, exactly. The Trainol Centipedes and Gargantulas that inhabit this place are currently in a dormant state underneath us."

"I see...... Which means if we find them first, we can launch a surprise attack."

"That does make sense. What's the plan?"

Nufufufufufufufufu.........

"I think I'll just spectate from here."

"............Sunraku, are you enjoying this somehow?"

"No, c'mon, it's always fun to see everyone's blind-run reactions to anything, right?"

Whether they started to sense something suspicious from my behavior or what, the color of doubt deepened in everyone's eyes. Geez, what a bothersome bunch. You saved your games, so at least show some guts and charge in. Oh well, can't be helped,

"Here, Deep Slaughter, paw."

"Woof woof!!"

"Sit."

"This is the flow leading to 'chin-chin'!!!!!!!!" [*1]

"Alright, go fetch this baaaall."

"Awoooooooo!!"

I watched Deep Slaughter leap into the Sigmonia battlefield to dutifully catch the ball I pulled from my inventory and hurled (strictly speaking, a firecracker-type item. As for what happens when you use something like that in this place...... it's exactly as you'd guess).........

"Look, look, they're in, they're in."

I've gotten quite used to the battles here too, so I can intuitively gauge about how many seconds it takes to "Start".

"Well then, do your best. On this battlefield, humans are lower than sewer rats."

"At this point, you'll simply have to reward me by brushing me from top to bottom, with a heavy emphasis on my crotch───"

The moment Deep Slaughter, who had actually jumped to catch the firecracker I threw, landed back on the ground.

"Eh."

"Ha."

"Nnnn?"

"Woah........."

Zumomo, the Armilet Gargantulas emerged from all over the place. And with a quake resembling an earthquake, fissures ran across the earth......... Two of them, at that. Due to their immense size, the giant insects emerged not just breaking the ground, but rather bursting through it. Long time no see. Today, I'm feeling more like letting the Gargantulas win, but more than that, watching their blind-run reactions is way more fun.

"Saina, how many minutes do you think they'll last?"

"Question: Verdict determination in the event the targets die while a win/loss prediction bet is being placed."

"Hm? They died already? Looks like they're still alive, so best hurry up with that."

While gazing with a beaming smile that surprised even myself at the four of them getting caught up in the chain explosions of the Armilet-kuns and being blown away, I pulled out a chair, a table, and a carrot pie from my Inventoria and elegantly enjoyed the amusing...... or rather, the highly immersive screening of "Spiders vs Centipedes vs Fragile Humanity Dying Like Popped Bubble Wrap Underfoot"......

Interesting.

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Translator's Notes

• [1]Chin-chin:Can also means "dog begging".