Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"A little bit of interest."

The bored Flügel found a new fun toy.

She picked up an iron infusion stand in the room, at least in Jibril's judgment, it was the most lethal weapon in the room.

Pushing open the old wooden door, the smell of blood blew along the cool wind.

Walking forward slowly, Jibril was vigilant, just like when she challenged the dragon spirits alone, she was [-]% focused.

Soon, the sound of the beast's claws touching the wooden floor sounded.

Are you coming?

Jibril clenched the weapon in her hand.

At the next corner, the girl saw her first enemy.

In the dark room, a beast like a hungry wolf exists.It is huge, covered with long hair, its scarlet pupils exude greed to tear all living things to pieces, and its sharp claws are stained with blood, as if telling the unfortunate egg that once died in its hands.

In terms of "games" alone, it's simply too fine-tuned.

"Isn't this really a 'world'? "

Jibril muttered to herself, and at the same time put the iron frame on her shoulders and walked straight towards the beast.

The enemy's attack method is the same as its identity, only the physical attack of the beast, and the weakness is the same.Jibril knew this the moment she saw its size.

Experience advantages in long wars.

"Roar!"

Seemingly entering the attack range of the beast, the wolf-shaped monster roared and charged towards Jibril.

The speed was very fast, so fast that Jibril's weakened neural responses couldn't catch it.

But the girl was rather bored.

At the moment when the opponent jumped, he knew exactly where the attack would come from and where the opponent would land.

The game of God of Calamity...is that only the extent?

Jibril thought with regret, leaned back slightly to avoid the beast's claws, and then used all her strength to smash the iron frame towards the monster's neck.

Even with this body, the spikes that fell on the iron frame with all their strength were enough to tear this monster's fragile neck to pieces.

The truth was just as Jibril thought.

The iron frame smashed into the neck of the monster, and the monster fell to the ground screaming.

"Lord God of Disaster, it's better for your game to be more difficult. I'm afraid even the orcs can easily solve such a simple action."

"Well, I'll think about it. But Jibril..."

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry I didn't explain it just now. Unless it's a specially marked "available weapon" in this "game", the "damage" caused by the other things you pick up is the same as the "damage" caused by your bare hands... In addition, you just missed an enemy being attacked. "Deadly Attack" chance after defeat. "

"?"

Jibril took a closer look and found that the beaten beast didn't even have a scratch on its neck, let alone a river of blood.

On top of its head, a pale red strip appeared in the girl's iris.

Jibril's attack just now only caused the pale red bar to drop by about one percent.

The Flügel wisely understood the game settings, and at the same time took a deep breath.

"...Sorry, I take back what I just said."

The attack power is numericalized, the enemy's life is numericalized, and the stacking damage can kill the opponent. It is a very simple rule.

The issue is……

She has physical limitations now!

"That...is it too late to quit the game now? Lord God of Disaster?"

the Flügel asked softly with an embarrassed smile.

Rope didn't answer her.

And in the roar, the next wave of the monster's attack came.

After that, things became very simple.

After several confrontations, Jibril only lowered the monster's blood bar a little, and after exhausted, the sharp animal claws easily took the life of the Flügel girl.

Unconscious darkness.

Trance, cold, the illusion of traveling through time and space.

After Jibril got up from the ground with her head covered, the surrounding environment changed again.

A peaceful little space, full of pure white flowers blooming.A round white full moon hangs in the sky, which is a scenery that can never be seen in reality.

"I understand……"

The girl twitched the corners of her mouth, looking at the smiling black-haired young man in a wheelchair with the door pushed by a tall doll in the distance.