Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The sudden change from hot to cold caused the assassin's body to tense up abruptly and stiffen instantly.

It's so hot, and so cold at the same time.

Is experiencing both ice and fire really that uncomfortable?

If this continues, he will die before the poison even takes effect.

Fear suddenly overwhelmed me.

He instinctively slashed with his right hand, severing her leg, but why did the woman opposite him seem unaffected? Was she a spirit?

Kaka-

The tentacles formed from the combat suit directly wrapped around the assassin's body.

"Hand over the antidote to the poison you used during the assassination." An Ran emphasized.

dream!

How could a highly skilled assassin be threatened?

Although I cannot break free from these constraints, I am not entirely powerless to resist.

The assassin roared, and a cloud of smoke billowed up, instantly shrinking his body.

He transformed back into a gerbil, and the shrinking of his body allowed him to escape from the grip.

Ha ha.

You wouldn't believe it, would you?

The gerbil's fur was charred black on one side and covered in frost on the other, and she took off running backwards.

"Want to go?"

With the hurricane in hand, a wind-binding spell immediately slammed into the gerbil's hind legs.

The low-level binding skill was quickly broken, but it successfully delayed him, giving An Ran ample opportunity to strike him seventeen or eighteen times.

The swords fell like rain, dense and intricate.

The gerbil's size made it impossible to avoid, so the killer had no choice but to transform into an even smaller insect.

"Even if you are Sun Wukong, you won't escape my Five Finger Mountain today!"

Anran absolutely must obtain the antidote.

If it weren't for this thing, An Ran wouldn't have bothered to take action himself. He could have just had a few mechanical puppets surround him and blow him to bits in no time.

buzzing-

The insect struggled to flap its wings, trying to transform back into its original form a little further away from An Ran, but unfortunately, it still couldn't escape An Ran's gaze.

A large fly swatter suddenly appeared in his hand, and several mechanical puppets nearby surrounded it.

In an instant—

Clap clap clap, clap clap, clap clap clap!

Such noises quickly overwhelmed the hearing of those around them.

With metal plates condensed from combat suits cushioning the ground, the assassins didn't even have a chance to hide in the sand.

This is a sport that makes you blush. The swinging frequency is extremely fast. If it weren't for Anran's good physique, she would have been sweating profusely.

"Still hiding!"

Snapped!

With a single slap, An Ran finally pinned the spiraling insect to the metal plate.

Once the person is subdued, things will be much easier.

The mechanical puppets surrounded them, raising their hands and moving in a highly rhythmic, sequential manner.

clap clap clap...

-202, -364, -164...

An Ran kept a close eye on the damage numbers that were floating out, making sure she didn't kill him, otherwise all her efforts would be wasted.

"Stop, stop!"

The person who suddenly appeared propped up the fly swatter.

The falling rackets hit his face.

There is slight swelling.

"stop!"

An Ran signaled the mechanical puppet to stop and used its tentacles to hold down the assassin.

“Hand over the antidote, and I might consider letting you go,” An Ran said.

"I'll take it, I'll take it!" the assassin shouted. "Let go of me first, so I can get the medicine."

"Ok?"

An Ran's gaze darkened.

"I'm not lying to you, really! My medicine isn't on me; it's in a dimensional space. Even if I tell you where it is, you won't be able to get it. I have to do it myself," the assassin quickly explained.

I'll trust you this once.

An Ran made the mechanical puppet release its grip.

The killer breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I got my chance.

You think I'd believe your nonsense?

Fate is something you have to fight for yourself.

After groping around for a while, a medicine bottle suddenly appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"This is it."

She seemed to be about to hand over the medicine bottle, but her steps were intentionally or unintentionally veering to the side.

Antidote... huh? Poison!

An Ran's expression changed upon seeing the instructions, but the assassin had already made his move.

"Haha...Catch it!"

He smashed the medicine bottle on the ground.

Then he went straight behind An Ran, his target... he would choose the little girl who was not even as tall as his chest!

A sharp blade reappeared in his hand.

This time, the assassin didn't intend to kill Ella; he wanted to find a hostage and then figure out a way to escape.

Will An Ran let him go?

No, he doesn't believe it.

This is the headquarters of the transdimensional universe. If I really hand over the antidote, I'm guaranteed to be dead in an instant.

We must grasp both the antidote and the hostages, and do both well!

Unfortunately, he miscalculated many things.

He thought An Ran would go to take the bottle of poison, but An Ran didn't. Instead, she raised her weapon. If it weren't for the fact that her target was Ella, she would have already attacked.

He thought Heloise would intervene, allowing him to gracefully dodge to the right.

He thought Ella would scream and then easily fall to his side, but instead, Ella reached out and easily grabbed his neck, her free left hand directly kneading the knife into a ball.

"I... gulp—"

What on earth is this thing?

The assassin has questioned his existence more than once or twice.

Stabbing the heart draws no blood, severing the leg doesn't break it, throwing it away means the "antidote" is unwanted, and even a little girl not much older than the girl next door can handle razor blades?

This world is absolutely outrageous!

boom!

The assassin, struck hard on the back of the head, fell into a daze.

"Where is the real antidote?" An Ran was even angrier now.

"There is no antidote. I am a poison master. What do I need an antidote for? Hahaha—" The assassin laughed three times.

They've all died... Oh no! An Ran's expression changed; her health bar was about to be depleted, and there was no hope of saving her!

So Anran thrust her sword at him, dealing some damage and managing to gain some experience.

As for the loot dropped upon defeating the enemy, it consisted of several poison recipes.

"Hey, take it back and show it to Erin."

They found the person by chance, but the results were minimal.

If this continues, Maggie's health and stamina will be depleted.

Anran led the group back to the City of Ether.

Players outside reaped considerable profits, and store sales experienced another surge, but An Ran's mood wasn't so good.

In this game world, if you can't preserve your soul, once you die, you're truly dead.

Unless you can choke the host and make it revive the person.

"Can you tell which poison turned her into this state?" Anran stared at Erin.

Maggie was lying on the bed next to him. Her wounds had healed, but she wouldn't wake up for the time being.

“It will take some time, but I’m afraid her current physical strength won’t be enough to last that long,” Erin said.

Is there any way to do this?

"Have."