Another string reel from Bandoli

The memories here will be brought into their muscle instincts and into the cerebral cortex.

There shouldn't be any "Ah! Don't come over here!" effect when seeing everyone...

You're not that fragile, are you?

Xianjuan Gan thought about it while listening to the sound without turning his head. He raised the Perinetus II grenade launcher that he had made from the broken water pipe on the table and aimed it at the zombies that had been wandering outside for a long time and refused to leave the barrier.

The hot homemade bomb flew out of the barrel, like a light blue meteor, piercing through the weakest part of the non-lethal limb beam of the blonde twin-tailed zombie hanging in it, and then burned through half of the panda zombie's head and chest.

Death would not come so soon. His reinforced neural skeleton would keep him alive until the mutagenic acid corroded him and the heat of the oxyphosphorus gel melted him away. He felt every moment of agony, black smoke rising from his body. The air was filled with the aroma of human flesh.

The half-remaining body fell powerlessly towards the golden barrier, half-suspended above it, making a heart-pounding echo.

Well... they're not that fragile. I have some confidence in them, even though I don't even know who they are.

Xian Juangan, who was reloading his ammunition, believed this.

Believe it.

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No longer concerned about pocket money, Chihaya Aine, who came from a wealthy family, took a taxi and rushed home.

During this time, the child-rearing robot, which was wearing an invisible cloak, seemed to follow her instinctively.

That feeling... is so awesome!

The single-family, modern, complex mansion was decorated with unique flowers and had a dedicated garage parking space where a Range Rover Velar worth 13 million yen was parked. Chihaya Aine stumbled into the entrance hall, not daring to let go of the hand she was holding.

He took off his shoes, pulled the childcare robot and wanted to go to his room on the third floor.

The wooden steps creaked under footsteps, and Chihaya Aine tried her best to prevent air from touching the handrails and the wall.

Although she lived in a spacious house, she was not too worried about bumps and bruises.

"Welcome back? Aine?" Aine's mother, who looked nothing like Aine and was preparing meal kits in the open kitchen, was a little worried about her child being so flustered.

Walk to the wooden stairs and look around.

"Ah? That's right, Mom." Chihaya Aine started to look back halfway through her walk, but her little feet were still standing still.

"?What's wrong?"

"Hey, what kind of child do you think your granddaughter or great-granddaughter should be?" After leaving such a bizarre and thoughtless words, Chihaya Aine continued to go upstairs holding the air.

"Ok?"

Why is this kid so crazy?

Who of you said you wanted a soft and sticky protagonist before?

I don’t know whether to update the extra chapter or the main text of The Great Silent Era.

Anyway, I updated the third chapter of the extra chapter to 4K yesterday, but I fell asleep and didn't finish coding it. I felt a bit disappointed to post it directly, so I posted the main chapter first.

...emmm Anyway, if you want to read the full text, please click on the Doctor Who tag like

Don't want to see the good step.

Decide what to update tomorrow

Chapter 44: Undertale Massacre Line

It's a remote dead end alley, this is the open space behind the convenience store where Lisa used to work. No one comes here on weekdays.

Minato Yukina developed superpowers through experiments here.

At first she couldn't get the hang of it, until she remembered her father's disapproving look, and everything changed.

Under her eyes flashing with blue light, the can floated in the air. When she tentatively raised her hand, the sun shone brightly on her skin like a burning fire. A blue ring emerged from her hand, freely controlling the movement of the can.

As she tightened her fist, the can was crushed into a ball with a crackling sound.

When she put her hands together and threw it out naturally, the blue ring automatically merged into a state similar to an energy beam and destroyed the can.

"Isn't this just combat magic? Yuki, this... this is useless!" Lisa Imai was stunned by the danger it contained.

If she was using it on people...

"Lisa, are you underestimating me? I can still do this level of control. It's common sense not to use it on people." Minato Yuki responded coldly, and her words seemed to contain a rare hint of excitement.

He took a deep breath, and when the blue light flashed in his eyes again, what was floating was no longer a can, but sand.

The sand waves freely in the air and forms various shapes.

With butterflies, human figures, and words.

"Iron...Iron Sand Whip!?"

—Lisa Imai is a fashion icon who keeps up with the latest trends, even though her age may be catching up with her.

"What is that...?" And Minato Yukina is an outdated person who knows nothing about anything except music...

After Lisa Imai's explanation, Yukina Minato, who had become interested, took out a 200...5 yen coin and tossed it. The moment the coin landed...

It didn't hit the target, it went off target.

As the two stared in astonishment, Yukina Minato's index finger flickered with a blue electric current...

Even though it was impossible to distinguish between night and day, now everything would be plunged into darkness.

Even the most glamorous villas and mansions still have ventilation ducts.

It has not been repaired and cleaned for a long time, and the moldy and sour smell simulated by the restored product is even worse than the original one.

The ventilation ducts between the villas above have been filled with neurotoxins that are like poison gas to zombies.

As long as you get involved with it, everyone will have a happy smile.

On the battlefield that was originally a place for hunting and fighting, contestants with "broad smiles" on their faces due to neurotoxins can now be seen everywhere.

Just lying there anywhere.

Like a Christmas present, ready to be unpacked and disassembled.

But those can come slowly.

The "lucky team" was left alone. In order to avoid the sudden fog, they were forced to step into the underground space where they learned a painful lesson and never dared to enter again.

Even though the outside world is just a two-dimensional canvas.

But the scope of activities within the palace was exceptionally large. In this basement alone, countless corridors and functional areas intersected, forming a vast underground kingdom like a maze.

But when they arrived at a room filled with a lot of miscellaneous items like teddy bear parts, an accident happened.

The alloy walls were suddenly closed, and the doors and windows were locked.

They've fallen into a trap.

Covered in burnt and smelly human skin, the zombie-like girls were controlled like chess pieces. The leading elk no longer had the indifferent and detached look on his face, nor did he have the motivation to make jokes. He searched every corner of the room, sweating uncontrollably from the fear that was about to come.

Compared to the other zombies who were either skinny or even had belly fat, his physique was undoubtedly much more robust, with muscles that had been toned in the gym for a long time.

The upper body is covered with yellow and brown exoskeleton cocoon-like muscles, and the arms have arm armor like pile drivers.

They were anxious, they looked panicked, they were... inexperienced.

The familiar cat with long pigtails tied with a bow was at a loss and trembling as it searched the locker that had been deliberately damaged.

Trying to find any passage that could teleport them away like they did just now.

They didn't want to fall into the hands of that devil again.

Murder is a forbidden zone for human beings. If you give any normal person a knife and teach him to cut his throat for no reason, he will not be able to do it.

This is the most fundamental component of human nature, flowing through the blood throughout the body. It is the determining factor of what makes us human.

By destroying their will and reducing the psychological burden of death, a group of soldiers who disregarded life was born.

Some people do it just for fun.

Look at these poor guys who have been imprisoned for more than ten competitions and are left behind.

The devil in their mouths was right above them, pointing at them.

Optical camouflage covers the ventilation ducts, making it impossible for the figures to tell the difference between the wall and the vents.

The pink-haired girl hiding in a hidden ventilation duct looked down at the prey that had fallen into the trap.

Are there too many people who have repeated the same character of a young lady with long black hair and a icy complexion?

Xianjuangan teased the "dolls" underground while ripping out wires and fuses. She had roughly tied together the mechanical and electronic parts from televisions, generators, and other appliances.

After a simple heating and welding, a strange-looking sonic screwdriver was born to replace the flesh-and-blood emergency tool that was beginning to go bad.

My skills are still not fast enough, they are too rusty.

Xianjuan Gan felt a little disgusted. Her level was still far behind that of the instructors.

She admitted that she had somewhat underestimated the replica villa.

The villa is larger than I expected, like a palace.

As long as he hid here, it would become much more difficult for these zombies, whose animal consciousness had fully awakened, to find him.

The difficulty of defeating them one by one will drop to the point of being a bit boring.

Seriously, these idiots couldn't even pay attention to the ventilation ducts first.

Wasting her time waiting for them to find out.

1.2 seconds later, it tilted left 37 degrees

The degraded sonic screwdriver is not as good as the modified version with added materials, and it is not even as good as the common and popular version used by any plumber in interstellar civilization.

But she is not currently operating the munitions facilities of a civilization above level three.

Solving them doesn’t need to be that troublesome, for example, a sweeping robot is enough.

Dressed in a Halloween theme, the high-end disc-shaped household machine started up and made a beeping sound.

Some of the decorations in this mansion are particularly childish, probably because the owner of the villa has a young and willful child.

This change stimulated the nervous cat and she reacted quickly and raised the skeleton gun on her waist.

While the elk was yelling not to shoot, he shot and blew up the sweeper at his feet.

——She was so nervous that she didn't even notice the two decorative little pumpkin bombs on the vacuum cleaner.

If they hadn't shot it themselves, the power wouldn't have been that great.

The explosion created a crimson lotus of flames, and the shockwave formed by the heat wave carried tongues of fire, engulfing the cat and its two companions.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" The zombies' vitality was incredibly strong, giving Xian Juangan room to maneuver. Flames burned on their bodies, and they screamed and stumbled.

They stumbled over large barrels of drinking water, doused the flames, and filled the air with white smoke.

It is the steam generated by the burning of their special flesh and blood fibers and the chemical components of the pumpkin bomb, combined with the "little" collision of drinking water, that will produce a very wonderful chemical reaction.

Xianjuan Gan was so bold as to open the iron grille of the vent.

"Hi! Look at me! Are you looking for me?" The playful female voice attracted the attention of everyone present.

The pink-haired girl casually stretched out her hand to greet them.

"It was you who did it!" The irritable owl rushed forward, waving his fist. Their three teammates who were carrying long-range weapons were all killed in the previous round.

"This is her trick! Don't go forward--" Under the elk's incredulous gaze, the owl smashed the head of the dying frivolous hottie Bee with a punch.

Brains splattered.

But the zombie's vitality kept her in shock, and she couldn't die for a long time even though half of her skull was missing.

——The chemicals in her body will give her a little help

After all, Xianjuan Gan doesn't want to waste any of the ingredients.

The owl was incoherent, and when he regained consciousness enough to recognize what he had done, he panicked as to why he had mistaken his companion for a pink-haired devil.

"What are you doing!" the elk angrily swung the hammer that grew out of its limbs.

With just one blow, his companion, who had no chance to explain, was smashed to pieces on the spot.

The hand struggled weakly for a moment and then fell down.

No...something's wrong! I...I can't possibly lose control to this extent...because of something like this! With his heart racing and his breath gasping, Elk finally realized the abnormality in the air.

...This...this steam! The elk hurriedly tore off its companion's skin and wrapped it around its breathing port.