Hikigu's Godslayer Story

Gee, do you want to fight like this?Just do it or not. Now this kind of handicraft has long been rotten on the street, so why do it?

Bikigu looked at the edge of the beast's head again, there seemed to be no gap, and after twisting it hard, there was no movement.

So he shook it again, and there was indeed something in it, but it seemed to have solidified and could not be shaken.

So boring... just leave it here.

Putting the pot on the stool, he got up and left.

Huh, really, I really want to go home soon.

With brisk steps, Hikigu crossed the street and finally returned home.

He was greeted by a disgruntled younger sister.

Ignoring the girl who muttered, "I came home so late, I really failed in my studies." After dinner, he pushed open the bedroom door, preparing to start tonight's game clearance plan.

Then, he froze.

On the desk, the pottery pot was quietly placed there.

Well, it must be the wrong posture to open the door.

With that in mind, Hikigu exited the room, closed the door, and reopened the door in the way he thought was the most handsome.

Damn, it's still there...

It doesn't seem to be a posture problem, but someone is provoking him!

Originally, this bastard molested Miura, which he agreed with with both hands and feet, but when it comes to himself, the nature is different.

This is the rhythm of having to find out and beat his grandparents who didn't even know they had a grandson in the world.

If it's a woman...then talk about it after reading the face.

Thinking like this, Hikigu exited the room again, walked to the living room, and asked Komachi, who was in the living room with an expression of "Why are you unhappy today", "Komachi, did anyone come to our house before?"

"no!"

It seems quite unhappy, but the answer has been obtained, flash people!

"Do not understand……"

Sitting at the desk with the clay pot, Hikigaya felt that he didn't understand.

That guy actually changed his target to his man without any resistance at all. It was really stressful.

Could it be Hentai-san, the legendary man and woman?

It seems that we need to bring weapons to school tomorrow.

Hmph, if you thought he was a little shouzai, it would be a big mistake. This body is quite healthy and lively, and the fighting power is much higher than before the time-travel.

Well, how should I concoct this Hentai-san?

Sure enough, it's better to beat him up and formally introduce it to Miura. This is like killing two birds with one stone. The ripping battle must be very entertaining.

Well, such a happy decision!

If the other party cannot understand his kindness, use violence to force him to understand!To be honest, since graduating from middle school in another world, I haven't had a PK with anyone, I miss it so much!

Because he made the decision happily, Bikigu's mood improved again. He happily turned on the computer and entered the world of games.

It was a fulfilling night.

The next day, full of energy, Hikigu got up early, packed her schoolbag, said goodbye to her sister happily, and went to school.

When he walked to the park he passed by yesterday, he couldn't help but stop and take a look.

It was still very early, and no one nearby had come out yet, but there were unexpected people in the park.

It was a man in a red dress.

The style of the clothes is very strange, unlike the clothes of modern people, the man also wears a large turban on his head, which can even cover his ears, which has a sense of cosplay.

As expected from abroad, there are so many unconventional people.

The man sensed Hikigu's gaze and looked over.

Hikigu ignored him, he didn't want to have anything to do with the guy who didn't go to work at this time, but played cosplay in the park.

Although this guy gave him a strange feeling, not from dressing up, but something else.

I can't tell, it's weird.

Chapter [-] The egg is so fixed that even I am afraid of myself

When entering the classroom, Hikigu found that yesterday's guests were already sitting there.

I thought I would be the first to arrive today, but the scenery I saw when I entered the door was good.

If it is more literary, it can also be said that the morning light reflected on the girl's body through the window reflects some kind of magical light, but unfortunately, Hikigu's literary and artistic cells are not very good, it is estimated that the original Hikigu can be called He eats ashes.

So he couldn't make those beautiful sentences to describe this girl who came very early in various artistic processes.

Furthermore, Miura, who was not a good-looking girl even though she could be called a beautiful girl, didn't look like she needed his praise now.

She was looking at Hikiya's table with fearful eyes—on the surface of the table, the clay pot was placed upright.