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Atacino lay on Qin Zhou's back, her delicate chin resting on his shoulder, watching the two compete in the game with great interest, a smug smile on her face.

"Damn it, what's going on?"

Veins bulged on Hei Dai's forehead. No matter how her character changed moves, Qin Zhou could dodge or perfectly block them. This feeling of being completely seen through made her both anxious and angry.

Qin Zhou smiled. Using the power of the Demon Realm to play games is so much fun!

"Qin Zhou, are you cheating?"

Atacino leaned close to Qin Zhou's ear and whispered with a soft laugh.

Even someone like her who doesn't play games could tell something was off; Qin Zhou's timing was perfect.

“A small opening doesn’t count as an opening,” Qin Zhou said seriously.

He didn't affect the game's underlying logic at all, unlike Silver Wolf, who, if he couldn't beat someone, would directly attack the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect, which was the real opening.

"—K·O!"

The invincible Black Saber has fallen.

At this moment, she felt as if she had burned out, and was so tormented that she questioned the meaning of life.

"Qin Zhou, you bastard, you must have opened it."

Blackie looked up and glared fiercely at Qin Zhou. She pounced on him like a lioness, but Atasino dodged in time, and Qin Zhou was pinned down by Blackie.

The King of Knights, as expected, is a skilled rider.

Qin Zhou felt a pair of strong legs clamping around his waist, like hydraulic clamps, as if they were about to break his waist.

However, the food wasn't very strong; I guess they weren't full.

“Gather nine lotus flowers!” Qin Zhou said calmly.

I just predicted your next move, how can that be considered cheating?

True gaming masters can actually predict the future without needing to use time manipulation like he does.

"Ahhh!"

Seeing Qin Zhou's disdainful expression and mockery, Hei Dai couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed Qin Zhou's neck with both hands and started shaking him violently. Who could be so good at playing games?

Atacino smiled, for the world where only Black Saber was injured had been achieved.

[Holding up the shell bird with one hand]: "Daigo, what were you and Ace discussing back then? I feel like Taro was still a little scared when he came back."

[Dead Card Pilot]: "Senior Ace gave me some pointers on cutting skills and asked me about my fighting style. I said I would first break off the horns of the horned monsters to weaken them."

It's just an exchange of experiences among Ultra Warriors.

【Shadow Queen】: "I, the Horned Madman, brought fear to the Crown Prince of the Land of Light."

If he didn't have horns, that would be fine, but Taro has a pair of very noticeable horns.

【Shit-Dai-Ke】: "Daigo has successfully become the unpopular Ultraman of the Land of Light."

【Star Forger】: "Not only Daigo, but even Taro would probably feel a chill run down his spine if he looked at Ace."

[Dead Pilot]: "It shouldn't be that bad, right?"

He definitely wouldn't cut off Ultraman's horn, so there's no need to be so wary of him; he's a good Ultraman.

[Lifting the Bird with one hand]: "Taro's pair of Ultra Horns are not just for show; a large part of his fighting power comes from the enhancement of those horns."

【Galaxy Batman】: "Ultraman's horns serve this purpose, and so do monsters. Daigo's swift and decisive action of breaking off horns was the right move."

[Earth Destroyer]: "I've learned something. When fighting monsters, first check if they have horns."

【Star Forger】: "The behavior of breaking horns has already shown signs of being passed down from one level to another."

[The pilot who died]: "..."

This has nothing to do with him, so why isn't anyone speaking up for him?

Losing horns isn't some strange fetish; for many horned monsters, horns are their energy source and means of attack. Destroying them can significantly reduce a monster's combat power.

[Gudako]: "Qin Zhou, let's go save the world together."

[Star Forger]: "...I'm just here to join in the fun. You guys should handle saving the world."

If we're talking about saving the world, Gudako and her friends are the real experts.

Chaldea, a tiny workshop located in Antarctica.

The current director of the White Hair and Red Pantyhose Institute, Olga Marie, serves as the overall head, assisted by the "ordinary humans" Romani and Da Vinci.

"Smack...smack...Master...you promised...smack...food and lodging included, I've been waiting for you for so long." Lion King complained to Qin Zhou while enjoying his food.

After tasting it last time, she couldn't forget its deliciousness. She sat on the throne of the Holy City, waiting and waiting, and finally the Chaldea people arrived, but Qin Zhou was nowhere to be seen.

Feeling a bit annoyed, she assigned Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others some unpaid labor.

Qin Zhou's expression was strange; the Lion King's gaze seemed to be looking at a faithless (or unfaithful) man.

"Lion King, I did not lie."

Qin Zhou placed his hand on his chest and said sincerely.

"But I didn't say when it would happen~"

The Lion King opened his mouth, hardened his fist, and wanted to poke that face with the Holy Lance to see if a few holes would appear. "Is that how it's explained?"

“Alright, now that you’re here, you should keep your promise about providing food and lodging. After that, I’ll leave with you,” the Lion King said.

She felt very resentful that the dark-skinned girl could eat whatever she wanted.

"Hello, Mr. Qin Zhou."

Romani, an "ordinary human being," walked over with a friendly smile, giving people a feeling of warmth and comfort.

Solomon the Magician, the king of ancient Israel, was a Servant summoned by the former chief. After winning the Holy Grail War, he wished to become an ordinary human.

"Hello, Romani..."

"...Solomon."

Qin Zhou grasped Romani's hand, and the unnoticed whisper reached Romani's ears, immediately causing his expression to change.

After Qin Zhou opened the box, Romani nervously looked around. Apart from the Lion King, no one else had heard anything.

Gudako already knew, but she didn't say anything.

"Ahem, just call me Romani." Romani chuckled dryly.

He's getting old and has a heart condition now, don't scare him like that.

Family members, does anyone understand? The box was opened right away.

"Romani, what's wrong?" Olga Marie asked curiously, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to discuss boxing techniques with Romani," Qin Zhou said.

The Israeli boxing champion is a very skilled boxer; there's nothing wrong with saying that.

Romani: "?"

Discussing magic with the Magic King is perfectly normal, but discussing boxing techniques? Is it you who's acting strange, or me?

"Romani, with his small frame, can box?" Olga Marie remained skeptical.

He was frail and sickly, the image of a weak scholar—it was impossible to reconcile them.

"Ahem, Director, let's not discuss this kind of thing." Romani gave an awkward smile.

He is now just an ordinary human being, an "ordinary person".

Chapter 247 Romani: My Ring...

In the Chaldea bedroom, Qin Zhou was playing with a golden ring in his hand. Romeni had one; it was a relic that the former director used to summon the Heroic Spirit Solomon.

"If you take this ring, does that orange-haired guy know?"

The Lion King already knew Romani's identity, but he didn't expect Qin Zhou to simply take the ring from Romani's hand.

"I know, but he's just an ordinary person," Qin Zhou said with a smile, emphasizing the words "ordinary person."

"It was just something I did."

Qin Zhou only borrowed it to play with; the ring was of no use to him.

As a powerful alien, this ring is just a small iron hoop.

The Lion King remained noncommittal, but Qin Zhou was undoubtedly stronger now than when they last met.

"A familiar smell, mixed with the smell of junk food, is that me without my ahoge (cowlick)?"

Qin Zhou has a similar vibe to Hei Dai, but it's different; it has a junk food smell. Has he been pickled in junk food?

“We didn’t do that kind of thing, she just rode on top of me.”

Qin Zhou sniffed it but couldn't detect any smell. How could the Lion King, with such a good sense of smell, smell this?

Felines have a very sensitive sense of smell, even if not as sensitive as canines. Lions are felines, so The Lion King is a big cat.

After saying that, she straddled Qin Zhou, placed her hands on his chest, and looked at him with a half-smile.

What do you all like to ride?

Qin Zhou was speechless.

"Master, you smell so good~"

The Lion King's soft body pressed against Qin Zhou's chest, its nose twitching slightly, and a faint blush appeared on its face.

Lion King, are you awake?

Is it you who's acting strange, or is it me?

Qin Zhou felt the weight in his abdomen, and several black lines appeared on his forehead, as if he had reversed his celestial position.

Little Lion King, Qin Zhou stood up and switched the offensive and defensive positions. The Lion King was pinned down by him, and Qin Zhou held his hands tightly.

"Wait, what's wrong with you?" Qin Zhou sensed something was amiss. He had only met the Lion King a few times; why would she do something like this?

The Lion King was as if he were drawn to him by a magnet.