I don't want to conquer witches anymore.

"How about we study tailoring skills and design a few sets of JK sailor uniforms, cheongsams, bikinis and the like, to lead a fashion revolution in the floating city? Otherwise, it's such a waste that so many beautiful witch ladies in the floating city only know how to wear witch hats all day."

Just as Duke was lost in thought, a skilled guard finally appeared at the gates of the Clothing Kingdom and came before the sailor-uniformed girl.

"Hmph, you're just a greenhorn, a laughingstock. You think you can defeat Her Majesty the Empress?"

The newcomer was clearly different from the muscular soldiers who had been easily dealt with by the sailor-uniformed girls. They had muscles but no decent clothes, and could only wear tattered military uniforms with patches. This man, on the other hand, was equally burly, but wore a smart military uniform that matched his physique and status.

In the Land of Clothes, the quality of clothing is just as important as one's own victory, and often the former is even more important than the latter. Within the borders of the Land of Clothes, the quality of clothing directly determines the power of the person wearing it.

This is also a major reason why the previous five groups of adventurers failed to complete the game. Their fighting style was incompatible with this world, and the clothes they wore were just beginner equipment given to them after entering the alternate dimension. They didn't even have the best sword in the whole village, so how could they possibly fight their way to the final boss?

The sailor-uniformed girl narrowed her eyes, ignoring the arrogant man completely. She took two steps and then one, launching herself forward with a speed exceeding Duke's dynamic vision. She delivered a flying kick that struck the man directly in the chest.

"boom--"

To Duke's astonishment, the sailor-uniformed girl delivered a flying kick with an effect even more exaggerated than the knight's kick. The kick struck the man directly, creating an explosion and a small mushroom cloud. If Duke hadn't run away quickly while watching the spectacle, he might have been caught in the blast.

The man in military uniform, who had taken the flying kick head-on, snorted and tore through the smoke from the explosion. He was unharmed, but his uniform had sustained some minor damage, which made him frown and glare angrily at the girl in the sailor uniform: "You're asking for it!"

Then, he strode towards the sailor-uniformed girl. Each of his punches and kicks was capable of causing explosive attacks. In Duke's eyes, it was as if two Lightbearers were exploding against each other, with even greater destructive power.

"This is the combat system of the natives in this witch game. It is not only extremely powerful, but also unique."

Duke turned his head and saw that the person who had come with the caravan and was now beside him explaining things was none other than the incredibly useful "sexy" Tom, who was diligently introducing the situation to Duke:

"Among the previous five groups of adventurers were many elite-level experts, and even a hero-level player participated, but they were defeated by the strange rules and warriors of the other dimension. Brother Amber, don't underestimate this game."

"understood."

Duke nodded.

Bringing Cecil in wouldn't be very effective against the bizarre rules of this alternate dimension—unless Guangbao wears her final outfit from the Cinderella game. SSR Cecil (Cinderella) is definitely a force to be reckoned with! The same applies to SSR Amber (Cinderella) and SSR Natasha (Cinderella).

Do you even realize how valuable limited-edition unique characters are?!

The two supreme beings clashed fiercely at a crucial checkpoint on the border of the Clothing Kingdom, fighting until even the Great Dao was obliterated, yet neither could gain the upper hand. Instead...

Duke and Tom were thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, but for the caravan attempting to enter the Land of Clothes, this was certainly not good news. Rice had to stop the carriage, and looking at the two men locked in combat, a troubled expression crossed his face: "What are we going to do?"

"Should we help?" Duke asked casually.

Rice frowned, looked at the girl and the beast who were still locked in a fierce battle, and asked hesitantly, "Whose side should we take?"

“Of course, we’ll help whoever wins.” Duke winked slyly at him. “Who do you think will win?”

Rice realized, slapped his head, and laughed loudly, "Of course, the one who can win will win."

Tom, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. He looked at Duke on the left and Rice on the right, completely bewildered as to why the two of them were laughing so intimately.

Just as poor Tom was being manipulated by two clever men, the battle between the sailor-suited girl and the military-uniformed man finally took a turn.

The girl stumbled backward, panting heavily, her brow drenched in sweat, but her sailor uniform remained undamaged except for a few specks of dust. The military uniform of the man in front of her, however, was visibly torn, revealing large, bulging muscles. He frowned slightly, looking at the girl with some surprise.

"I never expected you could push me to this point."

"Hoo-ha... There are still many things you didn't expect... Hah... There are many more!" The girl had one hand on her hip, so tired that she could hardly straighten up, but even though she was panting heavily, she maintained her high fighting spirit and shouted, "Don't cry when I defeat you!"

“Mr. Amber,” Rice said, stroking his chin, “it should be obvious who will win, right?”

“Indeed, but Mr. Rice, aren’t you interested in that child?” Duke, also stroking his chin, said with a smile, “In my hometown, there’s a saying, ‘a rare commodity is worth hoarding.’ What do you think of her value as a commodity?”

"They're so tall, I want them all! Hehe..."

"Haha, I get you."

Tom looked at the two of them blankly, completely unaware of what they were planning to do.

Chapter 102 Requires Extra Money 5/10

Duke's statement, "We'll help whoever wins," is easy to understand. Since it's unclear whether the man in military uniform or the girl in sailor suit has the upper hand, they'll wait until they've basically decided the winner before making any moves. While it's better to offer help in times of need than to add to someone's success, offering help in times of need is much more difficult than adding to someone's success, so there's no need for them to take such a risk.

But once they separated, both Duke and Rice realized that they had the upper hand.

The sailor-uniformed girl's attire was a significant advantage, far surpassing the men's military uniforms. However, her own strength was simply too weak; she was clearly exhausted and had no energy left to continue fighting. The man in military uniform was more seriously injured at this point, but if the fight continued, the girl would undoubtedly be the loser.

Once this was understood, the question of who to help became irrelevant. Originally, in order to legally enter the country of the clothing-wearing nation, the caravan had to take the official route and obtain official permission and documents. Their stance was naturally inclined towards the men in military uniforms; they were simply worried that the sailor-uniformed girls were too powerful, and that revealing their position too early might backfire.

But on the other hand, once Duke and Rice had a full understanding of the situation, another issue arose before them.

Are there speculative opportunities to bet on both sides?

They had all witnessed the girl's strength, so she was naturally a promising investment target. Even if they took a step back, the clothes she was wearing were valuable enough.

For Rice, a speculative businessman, the sailor-uniformed girl was undoubtedly a rare commodity. If possible, while outwardly helping the man in military uniform, Rice hoped that Duke could secretly rescue her and then bring her into the caravan.

After receiving Rice's tacit approval, Duke reached out and gently patted the little black dog that was dozing on his shoulder, softly calling out, "Help me out, little black dog."

"Meow..." Little Black rubbed its eyes sleepily, then straightened up. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, it looked down and realized that half of its clothes had been put on it—it looked like an apron. This made Little Black twist its body uncomfortably, and it asked in particular displeasure, "Meow?"

What do you want me to do?

Although Duke couldn't understand what the black boy was saying, for some reason, he could always understand what the boy was trying to say.

This strange, unspoken connection was one of the reasons Duke so desperately protected Blackie in front of Annie. Of course, the more important reason was that Annie was the one who caused the trouble, and he wasn't going to shift the blame onto someone else.

"You can use the shadows to cover my actions, right?" Duke pulled out his Neon and Lucky Dagger, entering combat mode. "If you can, I'll grill you some fish when we get back, how about that?"

"Meow." The little black creature rolled its eyes in a human-like manner, as if to say, "I'm a noble elemental being, not like ordinary stupid cats. You think a fish can satisfy me?" Then it raised its paws twice indignantly, "Meow meow!"

You'll have to pay extra, at least two!

"Two it is fine."

Duke waved to Rice and Tom, then strolled toward their battlefield. At that moment, the man in military uniform seemed to launch an attack while the girl was exhausted, while the girl in sailor uniform gritted her teeth and straightened her back, ready to squeeze out her last bit of strength to fight him.

Just then, a shadow appeared in front of them, which alerted the two who were about to engage in a fierce battle.

“Sir, I’m here to help you. My name is Amber Cecil.” Duke’s smile broke free from the shadows and appeared before the man in military uniform. “Hello, we are a merchant caravan preparing to enter the country. We are heading directly to the capital to present treasures to Her Majesty the Empress. Let me help you, sir.”

Blackie's abilities were even more powerful than Duke had imagined, allowing him to blend into the shadows and move at high speed within them. This made Duke mutter to himself, "Why didn't you use that when you were escaping Annie's pursuit?" To this, Blackie simply meowed twice, indicating that there was no fish to eat at the time.

That stupid cat!

"Hmph, no need." The man in military uniform waved his hand dismissively. "Get out of the way."

"Come on, sir." Duke maintained his smile, but in the eyes of the man in uniform, his smile revealed a hint of mockery and ridicule: "Look at your uniform, which is practically naked. I don't want to see you defeated."

"How dare you talk like that?! I..."

The man in military uniform roared angrily, but before he could finish speaking, Duke suddenly reached out, pointing the gleaming muzzle of his revolver at his already tattered uniform and pulling the trigger.

"boom--"

A bullet pierced his uniform, but a miracle occurred. His uniform did not suffer further damage; instead, it was restored to its original condition at a speed visible to the naked eye. This unexpected turn of events left both the man and the girl in uniform speechless as they stared at Duke.

Do "healing" bullets also work on clothes in this world? When I tried it in the main world, "healing" bullets clearly couldn't repair inanimate objects... Does that mean the clothes in this world are living things?

Duke raised an eyebrow, then turned around in the shadows, pointed his revolver at the girl, and pulled the trigger.

But at the last moment, when no one was paying attention, he slightly turned his wrist, deliberately causing the revolver to miss its mark.

A red lightning bolt condensed at the neon gun muzzle, then struck the ground beside the girl with astonishing speed.

The powerful Dark Corrosion damage of Death Finger pierced through the ground, creating a deep crater. This attack startled the sailor-uniformed girl, who squeezed out a sliver of her potential and burst forth with incredible speed in preparation for a temporary retreat. However, Duke had no intention of letting her escape so easily.

Because if they did that, the men in military uniforms would definitely not give up, and it would be difficult for them to hide her away secretly.

"Little black."

"Meow!"

As the shadows shifted, Duke's body merged into them, and with a whoosh, he darted in front of the girl, raising his hand to press the muzzle of Neon's gun against her chest.

"Yeah!"

The girl screamed and was about to say something, but Duke didn't give her a chance and pulled the trigger.

"Boom-boom-"

Two rapid gunshots rang out in quick succession, and the girl fell to the ground.

Then, as Duke raised his hand, the shadow engulfed her body. When the shadow disappeared, the girl's figure was gone, leaving only the sailor uniform in place.

"What did you do?" the man in military uniform asked, somewhat astonished. "You... how did you do that?"

"It's just a trivial skill, nothing to brag about."

Duke picked up the sailor suit and discovered that the top and bottom pieces were actually connected by transparent straps, making it a single, complete garment.

He respectfully handed it to the man in military uniform: "This powerful uniform is for you, officer."

Chapter 103: A Spiritual Sequel to Kill la Kill Girl?

"This powerful garment is a gift for you, officer."

The man in military uniform burst into laughter.

Duke's appearance not only helped him repair his precious clothes and take down that troublesome bitch, but also thoughtfully presented him with a powerful suit of clothing, which made him extremely happy.

This businessman is really sensible!

This sailor suit is not only beautiful and stylish, but also very sturdy. It remained undamaged even under his storm of attacks, making it a perfect gift to present to Her Majesty the Queen.

Or what? Do you really want to see muscular men wearing crop tops in schoolgirl uniforms?

Although human sexual preferences are a matter of personal freedom, I still recommend that you see a doctor.

The man in military uniform took the sailor suit from Duke and nodded in satisfaction.

He could already imagine the satisfied expression on Her Majesty's face when she saw the gift, and what reward she would give him!

Do you have any documents to enter our country?

"Of course."

Seeing that the battle was over, Rice scurried over and handed the documents to the man in military uniform. The man glanced at them casually and then waved his hand generously, saying, "Someone, stamp their documents, and then you can go in."

They would normally have to undergo customs inspections and bribe these greedy fellows to enter the country smoothly, but because of this sailor uniform, they were not only exempted from the inspections that were more of a formality than a practical matter, but they even saved the money they were supposed to offer as a bribe.

"Thank you, sir."

The man in military uniform was definitely not an ordinary officer. Once he spoke, his efficiency was as fast as a rocket. The caravan would soon receive the official documents and set off for the capital.

However, all the subsequent wrangling with the authorities was left to Rice. Duke simply greeted him and then returned to the carriage alone.