The Infinite World of Weapon Girls

The armor was corroded into dust by the serpent's fangs as if it were plastic. After all, it was a cosplay prop, and it was no different from paper in front of Ercoa's attack. But Ye Qiu held the God's Sword and enhanced it with the 'god's attribute'. With a single swing, the holy light surging from the blade purified all the serpents into ashes.

"Damn it... It's completely useless in the human world!" Ercoya gritted his teeth and cursed. His opponent had the Sword of God, and he couldn't be easily defeated by such a small trick.

Ye Qiu thought to himself that the mission was complete, but with dragons lurking around, he should protect the Divine Sword and slip away first. Dragons might be difficult to kill, but if he wanted to escape, no one could stop him.

"How could the Sword of God be in his hands... Who exactly is this human?!" Ercoa frowned as he watched Ye Qiu disappear rapidly, his mind filled with many questions.

“It’s Tina’s accomplice…” Fafnir suddenly appeared beside her, his gaze also fixed on the corner of the wall where Ye Qiu had disappeared, his voice extremely low and cold.

“Tina stole the Sword of God from my treasure cave, but she was also struck by my Curse of Despair. Without the protection of the Sword of God, she would surely die... Naturally, the Sword of God fell into the hands of her accomplices.”

Because dragons cannot interfere with the order of this world, and because releasing their full power would cause widespread calamity and panic, coupled with the fact that the Sword of God can suppress the divine power of any dragon, Fafnir, Alcoa, and the others had no choice but to let Ye Qiu leave.

"Tina...?" Ercoa was shocked. Hearing Fafnir's next words, her heart trembled even more. She glanced cautiously at Shota not far away and asked in as low a voice as possible, "You mean... she's dead?!"

Fafnir nodded firmly, "But that level of curse can only be used once in a short period of time, otherwise... I would never have let that human go...!"

Ercoa sighed, his gaze lingering: "I heard what he said to Thor... it seemed he just wanted Thor to go back."

Fafnir was taken aback. He turned around and looked at Kobayashi, who was kneeling in front of Thor, looking extremely distressed and flustered, as if facing a disaster. He fell silent for a moment.

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At this moment, Thor was also kneeling, because her ankles had completely lost the strength to stand. Kanna was protecting her by her side, her two small hands continuously transmitting magic to Thor to stabilize her breathing.

Shota and Saikawa could only stand by helplessly, feeling anxious and nervous, and praying in their hearts that Tohru would be alright.

"Lord Thor... please don't be hurt, please don't be hurt!"

Kanna looked terrified and worried, tears welling up in her large eyes, but she stood silently and transferred her remaining magic to Thor without reservation.

"Lord Thor... Kanna will definitely avenge you. You must get better. You must not leave Kanna, you must not leave Kobayashi... and you must not leave our home!"

Thor was still immersed in the excruciating pain and the fear of the shadows. His golden vertical pupils were dimmer than ever before, staring blankly at the ground as if they had lost focus. His folding fan fell into the fountain of blood, and his hands fell limply to his sides...

Both were kneeling, but Kobayashi was a head shorter than Thor. She couldn't help at all and could only wait anxiously. She grabbed Thor's small hand, which was stained with blood, and held it tightly, hoping to give her some warmth.

Unlike Connor, Elma cannot recharge her magic to gain power. In the human world, where there are almost no sources of magic, her magic diminishes with every use.

—She didn't rush to use magic to heal Thor's injuries because Erma knew that the power of that sword strike was not enough to kill any dragon. What truly dominated Thor at that moment was the shadow of the Sword of God and the past battle.

As for the phrase "the sword of God bestowed by Tina," both Erma and Thor instinctively refused to believe this one-sided story, taking it merely as a provocation.

"The remaining divine power of the Sword of God is eroding the wound, and coupled with Thor's weak will, with the sparse magic of the human world, it will take a long time for it to heal completely."

Erma grew increasingly worried, her eyelids drooping slightly as she continued, "...If we want Thor to fully recover, perhaps the only way is to return to the Chaos Land of 'that world'."

“I’ll take Thor back.”

At this moment, Fafnir walked to Thor's side and explained, "If this divine power is not contained in time, it will truly threaten Thor's life. Returning Thor to the Land of Chaos... is the only way."

He paused for a moment, then looked at the distraught Kobayashi: "...If given the chance, Thor will come back."

"Kanna, take good care of Kobayashi."

"Wait a minute! Where's that jerk?!" Kanna was really angry.

“He got away,” Ercoya explained as he walked over. “Even if Elma were at her peak strength and joined forces, it would probably be difficult to stop him… because in the human world, dragons cannot unleash their true power.”

"It's important to help Thor recover..." Kobayashi gripped the cold, soft hand in hers tightly, bit her lip, and agreed.

……

That evening, when they returned to the apartment, only Kobayashi and Kanna remained.

They walked almost in silence until she bumped her head on something hard, which brought Kobayashi back to her own front door. She didn't immediately take out her keys; her blank gaze lingered on the familiar door as she asked, "Who...is that man who hurt Tohru?"

"Elcoa said that he just wanted to separate Kobayashi-san and Lord Tohru."

"Hey—" Kobayashi fumbled for her keys in her pocket, clicked open the door, and asked, "Kanna-chan, when do you think Tohru will be back?"

"The Land of Chaos, the Lord of the End, the father of Lord Thor..."

Kanna raised her sorrowful face and looked into Kobayashi's evasive eyes: "Will he really... bring Lord Tohru back?"

'Ping'

The metal key fell to the ground with a sharp, piercing sound, and for a moment, the world in Xiaolin's ears seemed to go completely silent.

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The Land of Chaos.

The world here is so dark and devoid of any light. Everything above, below, and all around is an indistinguishable chaotic color. The energy that permeates this place is a chaotic power that is even purer than mere evil or darkness.

In the pure, chaotic sky, a pair of enormous, deep red vertical pupils slowly opened, resembling two strange blood moons hanging across the sky.

“Fafner told me everything… Foolish, naive daughter, you were deceived by the humans you trusted?”

A deep, resonant voice echoed through the chaotic space, and the pair of deep red dragon eyes, though not angry, exuded an imposing and daunting pressure.

Beneath the dragon's eyes, Thor remained in human form, even still dressed as a maid, standing silently with his eyes lowered.

"Hmph! You actually became a human's maid..." Blood Eyes glared, the End Emperor's voice filled with anger and extreme disdain, "Mere humans, nothing more than ants trembling at the feet of dragons, foolish daughter, you really bring honor to my Chaos Dragon lineage!"

When Ye Qiu whispered in her ear, "The sword of God bestowed by Tina," Thor and Elma's first reaction was absolute disbelief.

But on the way back to Thor from Fafnir, the irrefutable testimony of his friend and the undeniable evidence from the cave deeply shook Thor's resolve—

Until, the kind and lovely Tina in her memory... became, in her heart, an unforgivable bastard who wanted to separate her from Kobayashi.

Have we been deceived by humans...?

Hearing his father's sarcastic remarks, Thor clenched his fists tightly, and the murderous aura and anger emanating from him finally regained some of the majesty of a Chaos Dragon.

Those blood-red vertical pupils that hung horizontally in the sky finally softened a little, revealing a hint of gentleness, but the words spoken by the Emperor of the End carried an unquestionable tone of command:

"My daughter, Thor, your injuries have now healed. I will bestow upon you even greater power. I allow you to return to the human world to bid a final farewell to Kobayashi... and to personally kill the human who harmed you!"

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[Second update around evening, Tina will be back in the next chapter...]

[After Thor left in Ta34...]

The day after the blood-red stage play ended.

In the past, on my days off, Thor's voice would always wake me up right on time for breakfast. Her voice was lively and playful, and she would occasionally press her chest against my cheek to wake me up... But today was different. My first day without Thor was absolutely terrible.

An annoying alarm clock was ringing incessantly in my ears.

You know, when programmers are woken up on their hard-earned days off, their morning grumpiness can be so bad that they can smash the alarm clock. Xiaolin's right hand, which was on the blanket, went straight to smash the alarm clock.

With a sharp cry, she recoiled in pain, the alarm clock falling to the ground, its beeping still continuing.

Did you miss? Did you not press it correctly?

Xiaolin reluctantly sat up in bed, bent down to pick up the alarm clock, and through her groggy vision, she saw the hour hand almost pointing to the center. Suddenly jolted awake, Xiaolin woke up with a start.

"It's almost midnight, how long have I been asleep?" Kobayashi rubbed his throbbing forehead, then picked up his glasses from the bedside table. "The alarm clock has been ringing on repeat five or six times, and Thor didn't even wake me up..."

Thor...

……

It wasn't until she stood in front of the full-length mirror attached to the wardrobe that Xiaolin saw herself in the mirror—she appeared calm on the surface, but behind those transparent glasses, two long strings of tears rolled down her cheeks, and no matter how she tried to suppress them, the tears in her eyes kept welling up uncontrollably.

hateful……

I always feel like I'm most emotionally vulnerable when I wake up in the morning, completely... completely out of control...

Having finally calmed down, Kobayashi dressed herself a little, and remembering that Kanna hadn't had breakfast, she hurriedly went out, pondering how to solve her lunch problem.

But when she arrived in the living room, she was surprised to see a full set of fast food breakfast items on the dining table, including toast, milk, and eggs. Although there was no porridge, it was still quite a feast... Moreover, the two breakfasts on the table showed no signs of being touched.

Because the dining table and living room were connected, Kobayashi's gaze shifted and she saw Kanna's small body nestled in the kotatsu (heated floor mat) not far away, her upper body resting on it as she slept.

—And on the television in front of her, the magic show they often watched was playing at a low volume.

If you insist on waiting for me to eat together, why don't you just wake me up?

...Is it because they can't wake him up?

"Kanna-chan, time to eat."

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In the afternoon, Kobayashi invited Kanna to visit Saikawa's house and stay there temporarily. Because she hadn't prepared a proper meal in a long time, Kobayashi was worried that her cooking skills would make it difficult for Kanna to eat.

Despite receiving several phone invitations from Eruma, Shota, Takiya, and others who wanted Kobayashi to visit their homes, Kobayashi declined them all. Instead of ordering takeout, she decided to cook herself a simple dinner.

Let's make omelet rice!

Arriving at the commercial street, he bought meat from the butcher. The butcher was the one who had entrusted Thor with the stage play, and because he was a frequent customer, he was quite familiar with Kobayashi's family.

Surprisingly, only Kobayashi went out alone today. The fat shopkeeper looked at Kobayashi, who was selecting meat, and asked with a smile, "Hey, Tohru isn't with you today?"

"Oh." Kobayashi looked up and replied with a wry smile, "Tohru has gone to visit relatives for the time being... She should be back soon."

"Oh, I see..." The boss generously picked out a piece of fine meat from the cabinet, put it in a bag, and handed it to Xiaolin. "I'm very grateful to Thor for coming to save the day for yesterday's stage play at the nursing home. Although Thor couldn't come, I still hope you can accept this on his behalf."

"Oh, how can you do this? This is the most expensive meat here, isn't it?"

Kobayashi wanted to refuse, but the money was still forced into his hand. Although the shopkeeper looked a little pained, he still smiled and said, "I'm just a small token of my appreciation because I'm grateful for Tol's help. Please accept it."

"Then...then I'll accept it on behalf of Thor. Thank you very much."

In real life, Tohru's familiar shadow seems to always be surrounding Kobayashi.

"..."

After purchasing all the ingredients, Xiaolin returned home and started making omelet rice. To her embarrassment, she had forgotten even the first step... Helpless, she looked up the steps online and then began to make it by following the instructions.

A full hour and a half later, the fresh omelet rice was finally ready. After taking a bite, Kobayashi's expectant expression completely collapsed... because it was on a completely different level from Tohru's, not only in terms of ingredients and taste, but also in the emotion contained in the omelet rice.

Sighing wearily, Xiaolin finally remembered to put the extra ingredients in the refrigerator.

Upon opening the refrigerator door, I saw a bowl of omelet rice lying quietly inside.

—That was left by Tol for someone two days ago.