Love is not as fun as World of Warcraft

"Didn't anyone tell you not to look away easily when holding hostages?"

Shirasaka, like a ghost, reappeared at the same place, as if he had never moved, but his hand was still throwing the kitchen knife, and he showed a cruel smile to the desperate kidnapper.

Chapter 50 You cry for help

The kidnapper leader was still filled with unwilling doubts until he was knocked unconscious by Shirasaka's knife handle.

He was clearly watching Shirasaka's every move intently the entire time, but he still couldn't figure out how such a big person could disappear without a trace.

As for how Shirasaka suddenly appeared and cut off his hand, it no longer mattered, because from the moment Shirasaka appeared again, his failure was doomed.

Of course, what Shirasaka wouldn't tell him was that even if he wasn't invisible, he still wouldn't be able to win. After all, Shirasaka still had a hidden magic called Sleeping Magic. When attacking a single unit without magic immunity, he would just kill them randomly.

If he hadn't had to keep the blue bar to guard against possible accidents, he would have died in an unclear manner.

After quickly and efficiently getting rid of the last kidnapper who posed a threat to him, Shirasaka shook his hands and put the kitchen knife back into his backpack.

Sure enough, a six-slot backpack is too small. After putting a weapon and a shadow cloak in it, only four slots are left. If I had brought an extra brick, I wouldn't have encountered such trouble now.

It's just a pity that the original version of World of Warcraft doesn't seem to have anything that can expand the capacity of the backpack. In other words, as you collect more and more treasures, what exactly you should carry with you becomes something you need to consider.

Fortunately, I have managed to get a temporary means of replacing bricks for long-range attacks, but I may need some training before I can use it normally.

After taking the pistol from the kidnapper leader and clearing out all the magazines on him, Shirasaka threw it aside and tied him up with a rope.

As for the fact that his broken arm was still bleeding, Shirasaka had no intention of dealing with it. If he died, it was his bad luck. Anyway, it was not necessary to ask him what he wanted to know.

Glancing at Chiya Asano who was still sleeping soundly next to him, Shirasaka had no intention of waking her up for the time being. It would be fine to let her sleep like this, and he could just carry her back later, so that she wouldn't wake up and cause trouble for him.

After patrolling around and making sure that there were no survivors in the room, Shirasaka stuffed the soundly sleeping Chiya Asano under the table. There was still Mio Nanashiki who had not been rescued, so his infiltration was not yet completely over.

When passing by the box of stolen money that served as the reward for the mercenaries, Shirasaka still couldn't control his passive skill. He just took a look at it, and it automatically flew into his backpack. He had taken such a big risk, so it was normal to have some extra rewards, right?

After consuming another grid, Shirasaka walked in the direction of the man who had taken Nanashiki Mio away.

He ended the battle so quickly that he didn't even make any sound, so theoretically speaking, Shirasaka might not have been exposed.

An assassin with three red cards once said that as long as all the witnesses were killed, it would mean that no one would see him anymore, and it would be a successful and perfect infiltration.

Soon, Shirasaka passed through the door, walked through a corridor, and came to a place similar to an underground garden.

"What are you doing?"

Holding his chin, Shirasaka looked at the garden built in the basement, which was obviously a temporary structure, and squinted his eyes to look around.

The soil under my feet was fresh, and I could smell the scent of grass. In this small courtyard, the middle-aged man from before was placing the unconscious Nanami Mio in a deep pit that seemed to have been dug long ago.

This action seemed a little too rough, so Nanami Mio, who was already sleeping very lightly, opened her eyes dazedly. When she saw the man in front of her, her eyes widened.

"What do you want to do?"

She tried to struggle out of the pit, but as soon as Nanashi Mio moved, she found that her hands and feet were tied up with ropes and she had no room to move at all.

The environment before her made her feel unfamiliar and frightened, and her own location gave her an ominous premonition.

"Xiao Qi Se, don't you recognize me? I'm your father's good friend. Your father wanted to introduce you to the church before. Have you forgotten?"

Seeing Nanami Mio showing a look of fear, the middle-aged man did not seem surprised at all. He just silently took out a shovel from the side, shoveled a shovel of soil from the pile of soil next to him, and covered Nanami Mio with it.

After his reminder, Nanami Mio finally remembered some of her impressions of this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man. It seemed that her rotten father had indeed come into contact with such a person when he joined that strange church.

My father even kept encouraging me to join him in those strange church activities, but at that time I was still being bullied and was hurt every day, so I had no time to do anything else.

"Oh, I'm so jealous of you two, father and daughter. You're both so talented and qualified to be chosen. This is something a believer like me can't even envy."

The man talking to himself didn't seem to want to communicate with Nanashi Mio. He just kept muttering to himself while shoveling soil into the pit with his hands.

"Help!"

Unable to understand his crazy words at all, Nanami Mio struggled even more violently. She screamed for help at the loudest voice in her life, and almost swallowed the dirt shoveled off from above.

"Why are you yelling for help? No one else can hear you here. There's no point in you living, right? Even your father said his biggest regret was giving birth to a bad luck creature like you. Don't you think so?"

The middle-aged man filling the soil seemed to have reacted slightly to Nanashi Mio's cry for help, but the words he said were like a sharp knife, piercing into the girl's heart.

Obviously, he knew something about Nanashi Mio's experience. Even her father had probably complained about his daughter in front of outsiders more than once.

Nanashi Mio, who was trying to call for help, fell into silence after hearing his words, as if someone had pinched her throat and she could no longer make a sound.

What he said was all true. She really had no meaning in living anymore. Even her biological father regarded her as a burden and a disaster. The wound in Nanashi Mio's heart, which had not yet healed, was cruelly torn open again.

"Look, if you die now, you can become part of our great plan. All members of the church will be grateful to you from the bottom of their hearts. We will generously give you the respect you didn't get when you were alive."

The middle-aged man's voice continued, like the whisper of a devil, constantly instilling his distorted beliefs into Nanashi Mio below, attempting to brainwash her into becoming one of them.

Nanami Mio stopped talking completely, as if she had accepted everything, allowing the soil to bury her body bit by bit.

Just when Shirasaka thought that she was probably withdrawn again and that the time had come for him to make his heroic appearance, Nanashiki Mio's voice, which was soft yet hoarse, rang out again.

"But I'm not living for him. There are still many things I haven't experienced, new clothes I haven't worn, and delicious food I haven't tasted..."

"There are people who still need me, but I still..."

"I don't want to die!"

"Help me!!"

Nanashiki Mio's voice became noticeably firmer at the end, as if she had convinced herself, and she forcefully uttered her final cry for help.

"Stubborn, alas."

The middle-aged man standing above the pit shook his head, raised the shovel decisively, and hit Nanami Mio's head as she was still calling for help.

I've already advised her so much, why is she still unwilling to make her death more meaningful? If that's the case, then I can only let her calm down.

The man who no longer hoped to persuade Nanashi Mio to join thought so, but the shovel he swung down was suddenly blocked by a kitchen knife. Before he could react, he felt as if the back of his head was hit by something heavy, which made him lean forward and fall to the ground.

Behind him, Shirasaka weighed the brick in his hand that was still dripping with blood, and stepped on the man lying on the ground with disdain.

"People say she doesn't want to die. Are you deaf?"

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Chapter 51: This is what happens when you don't have invincibility during the transition phase

Judging from the man’s previous insane remarks, he should be considered one of the most brainwashed people in the church.

Originally, Shirasaka was thinking about whether he could get some information about the so-called Secret Cult of False Words from this guy, but after learning about the extent of his insanity, Shirasaka gave up the idea.

Don't expect any normal communication from a creature who has been brainwashed to the point of going crazy. If you talk too much, it will only make you unhappy.

After all, his remarks just now were enough to make people's worldview explode. Shirasaka didn't want him to say anything that would disgust herself and Nanashiki Mio.

A brick knocked the man to the ground. Shirasakamoto wanted to pull Nanashiki Mio out of the bottom of the pit first, but he frowned before he stretched out his hand halfway, and then another brick hit the head of the man lying on the ground.

He had just used all his strength to strike, but the feeling was not right when he hit the guy. At that time, he thought that maybe this guy was too stubborn, but when he realized that his experience value did not move, there was no need to explain what it meant.

Finishing off the enemy is a good habit that must be developed. Shirasaka doesn't want to encounter an enemy who has become stronger and comes back to seek revenge after a while. If he can kill the enemy on the spot, the best outcome is to do so.

The crimson brick accurately hit the head of the man lying on the ground, but this time, the brain explosion that Shirasaka had imagined after using all his strength did not happen. Instead, the brick he was holding was directly shattered into pieces by the impact.

The blood gushing out of the fallen man's head was bleeding profusely, and it was rolling like boiling water, and then gradually changed from blood red to black.

As blood continued to flow out of the wound, it seemed as if something was trying to drill out of the man's body. This strange scene made Nanami Mio in the pit open her eyes wide.

But just when she thought that some monster was going to be born from the blood, Shirasaka on the side had already picked up a kitchen knife and chopped off the man's head.

The swirling blood paused for a moment when the black kitchen knife passed by. As the guy's head flew up and the amount of bleeding increased, the speed of its transformation became faster.

But soon, this blood-boiling action had to stop.

Shirasaka wouldn't just sit there and watch this change happen like Nanashiki Mio did. It was just a phase change, wasn't it? He'd seen everything in games, but the problem was, in this real world, who had time to sit through a few cutscenes?

You don't have invincibility in the transition phase, right? Then are you the ones who won't be killed?

He walked up and put the kitchen knife into the blood and stirred it. Shirasaka didn't care whether it would work or not. He just chopped it first. In less than half a minute, he had chopped the man's body and the blood into pieces.

The brick is not as strong as his body structure, but the Yamaubade kitchen knife in Shirasaka's hand is also a product of the monster, so chopping it is not much different from cutting meat normally.

Shirasaka achieved his goal easily, and when he was trying to crush the guy's heart with a kitchen knife, he felt the tip of the knife seemed to hit something hard.

As Shirasaka pressed the kitchen knife down hard, he felt something breaking. The black blood that had been boiling rapidly and trying to condense into some kind of creature suddenly stopped.

The structure of what was vaguely the prototype of some large humanoid monster suddenly collapsed. Shirasaka seemed to be able to hear its unwilling roar, but as the thing that should be its core shattered, this thing could only turn into a pool of black water and disintegrate.

Another dazzling golden light burst out from Shirasaka's body. The upgraded light also meant the complete death of this thing. Shirasaka finally put away the kitchen knife in his hand and exhaled a breath.

Bi Yang is quite difficult to kill. If it really condenses its body, it will probably be even more difficult. After all, judging from the fact that it has not died after being stabbed so many times, it seems extremely difficult to kill this thing without breaking its core.

In addition, just killing one will give you a full 300 experience points, which is much higher than that of a mountain lion, and is enough to prove its actual strength.

It's just a pity that it encountered a guy like Shirasaka who had no moral principles. It would have been fine if he just skipped the cutscene CG, but he even attacked it when the other person transformed. In the end, it died on the spot before it could even show its strength.

Shirasaka looked at the black blood as sticky as oil that had splattered on his body with some disgust, but he still suppressed his nausea and carefully stirred the mixture of rotten flesh and dirty blood with a branch.

In a short while, Shirasaka found what he was looking for and picked it out with a branch.

It was a strange stone that had been broken in half. It was the size of a fist and orange in color. It was still emitting a faint amber-like light, but the light seemed to have dimmed as if there was a power outage because it was broken in the middle.

Finally, at the moment the light disappeared, the stone also lost its original color and turned into a grayish-white piece of sand that shattered with the slightest touch.

Shirasaka was 100% sure that this thing was what he had stabbed into this guy's chest. Judging from the situation, it should be its core.

But do humans really have such an organ? Even kidney stones don't come in such large masses, do they?

Looking at the sand and stone that had turned grayish white, Shirasaka still felt a little regretful for not being able to preserve it. Perhaps next time he could try not to destroy it, but to directly dig it out. In that way, he would probably know what its function was.

Having already started planning a cruel idea in his mind, Shirasaka stood up from the ground and turned to look at the girl in the pit next to him who had her mouth wide open, not knowing what to say.

"Why, you've never seen a murder before? Now you've seen one, right? Are you going to report me to the police?"

While still thinking about joking with her, Shirasaka directly pulled her out of the mud that had already touched her chest, and while untying the rope for her, he smiled and suggested.

"Shiro, Shirasaka-san, what was that just now?"

Covering her mouth with her hand, Nanashi Mio pointed with trembling fingers at the creature that was no longer recognizable as a human. Having witnessed the whole thing, she felt that her worldview had been reshaped once again.

As long as you pretend not to see evil spirits, they can be considered non-existent. Sometimes, Nanashiki Mio even wonders if those evil spirits are just illusions that only she can see.

But the one in front of him was a real monster, almost born from that human's body and blood.

She didn't think that a normal person's blood could boil to that extent. Isn't this too unusual?

"How should I know? Maybe it's the cultist's deathrattle? It looks a bit scary."

Shirasaka pinched his chin and finally gave this evaluation. Since he had not actually fought with the other party, this was the only thing he could say.

"But, you just..."

Nanashiki Mio's small hands were gesturing in the air nervously. She really didn't know how to describe Shirasaka's actions. Whether it was killing people in front of her without changing his expression, or facing evil spirits, the young man in front of her seemed to have no idea what fear was. She even had the illusion that Shirasaka was the monster in comparison.

From the very beginning, she was very curious about Shirasaka's identity that allowed him to remain so calm despite encountering such things.

Thinking about it carefully, Shirasaka's ability was completely unlike that of someone her age. She had never seen anyone who could face those terrifying evil spirits head-on and still chop them off.

"What's wrong with me? I'm a hero saving a beautiful girl. Do you really want to report me?"