Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"There are assassins!"

what?

Someone wants to assassinate An Ran!

Ella was furious and kicked open the door, storming into the reception room.

Immediately afterwards, one mechanical puppet after another rushed in following Ella.

Juliana, who was also wandering in the City of Ether but at a relatively greater distance, changed her expression slightly. The next second, her figure suddenly disappeared and she appeared in the reception room.

"What's the use of sending more people!"

The masked man thought disdainfully.

A single, decisive blow, then immediate escape!

The assassin's secret technique, or perhaps unparalleled skill, is another matter.

Clang!

The dagger pierced firmly into the hole.

But for some reason, the masked man found himself hearing strange noises.

It looks like they're forging iron?

The situation is urgent; this is not the time to think about such things.

His arm movements were even smoother than he had imagined.

In just a split second, the dagger slashed horizontally.

brake--

Another eerie sound rang out.

However, although the movements were performed smoothly, the masked man was suddenly stunned.

There's no blood, how is that possible?

His upper body didn't fly directly into the sky as he had expected.

When he looked closely, there was no blood, not even a wound; it had only slightly torn An Ran's clothes.

Even with his clothes torn, he couldn't see the white underneath, because An Ran's clothes were made of nano-armor that could heal itself.

watt?

His powerful attack ultimately yielded nothing but empty air.

Snapped!

An Ran extended her right hand without hesitation.

Even the air was vibrating and emitting a mournful sound.

She didn't care what the assassin was thinking. Now that he was right in front of her, he thought he could leave unscathed? He was dreaming!

If I don't beat you into a fool, where will I put my face?

Suddenly, uniquely shaped metal plates appeared around the outstretched right hand, spinning rapidly. In the blink of an eye, flashing blue light shot out from the suddenly appearing cannon muzzle, heading straight for the masked man's face.

boom!

The blue light passed directly through the masked man's body and struck the wall of the reception room.

The absorbent walls effectively neutralized the attack.

This also made An Ran realize that what she had just hit was just an illusion.

Even many illusions!

The once somewhat empty reception room was suddenly filled with hundreds of masked men.

"What about people?"

Where is he/she?

The members of the Fourth Prince's delegation were dumbfounded. They didn't know where to strike, and their arms, which had been raised heavily, couldn't be lowered gently.

If Anran were not present, they could easily cover the entire Ether City, or even the entire hyperspace.

But Anran, the host, is sitting right here now.

"Trying to escape using illusions and disrupt the probe waves with your domain?"

This person seems to be an experienced player.

“But your strength…” An Ran shook her head, “is ultimately too weak!”

Although his level is higher, his ability in direct combat is still inferior to that of the Holy Order's messenger.

The masked man was looking for an opportunity to escape the meeting room.

He doesn't have the ability to teleport, which is probably his biggest weakness.

Juliana blocked the doorway. Despite having countless clones that blocked all signal waves, he still felt as if he were being stared at by a pair of eerie eyes.

It seemed that no matter where he fled, he could not escape the pursuit.

What exactly happened today?

He turned around and glanced at An Ran in horror.

Are her breasts mechanical creations?

As a mechanic, has she already modified her body?

The flatness must be because towering mountains are actually useless in battle, they are just a burden, right?

Careless!

Although the Mechanic has poor melee capabilities.

But their methods of survival are incredibly diverse.

The masked man even suspected that An Ran had already transplanted her consciousness to another place, and that even if he cut her into pieces here, she could probably be resurrected in another place.

Hurry up—

boom!

The masked man moved with lightning speed, disappearing into a corner of the reception room the instant the collision occurred.

"You dare to lay a hand on An Ran? You won't get away with this!"

From a distance, the masked man saw only a tiny little radish head.

Height is at most 1.3 meters.

At this moment, her twin ponytails flew backward, and her body was enveloped in a strange energy whose nature was impossible to discern.

Damn it, it's like I've run into an unbreakable wall.

"So you were hiding here."

Juliana's eyes lit up, and she immediately darted over.

The masked man was anxious; he sensed an unparalleled aura emanating from Juliana.

"We have no choice but to wander around aimlessly."

The planned evacuation route was disrupted.

The masked man turned around and slapped the wall.

boom!

There was a crack in the wall, but it didn't break immediately!?

"This is a mechanical city built by a master mechanic." An Ran said as if she were watching a show.

The masked man was powerless to refute.

Juliana appeared beside him instantly and slapped him across the face.

He wanted to rebel and blow the whole place up with the most violent force.

This is merely a creation of a Grandmaster-level expert, not something personally made by the Grandmaster.

burst……

Juliana showed him with her actions what she meant by "fuck your head!"

An even stronger domain pressed down, and in An Ran's view, the masked man's domain collapsed instantly, causing all six attributes except for charm to plummet.

Like an avalanche, the thick ring surrounding the mountain collapsed instantly.

Snapped.

Juliana slapped the masked man to the ground.

Throughout the time that Anran had met with her, Juliana's fighting style had always been so simple and brutal.

Since I'm stronger than you, I'll use the most domineering method to turn you into a little quail, and then teach you a lesson by slapping you one slap after another!

"..."

The masked man sensed an equally terrifying aura.

I don't know when, but Ella also came over.

A fist the size of a small steamed bun came down.

"How could I... ah..."

"I want a male... uh..."

"Clap--"

The members of the Fourth Prince's delegation stood trembling at the door of the reception room.

A group of mechanical puppets surrounded them, completely blocking their way.

They could only glimpse the masked man's miserable state through the gaps peeking out from the mechanical puppet's splayed legs.

That's incredibly brutal.