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2701 North American Mythical War (472)

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"[Waibi, Waibi?]"

[Asakawa Rain] Was woken up, or just regained consciousness, but was in a dream.

However, dreams are made from a person's memory, and it is impossible for things to appear that the person has never seen before.

At least, [Asakawa Yu] was very sure that he had never seen this obese man with a pot on his head and his eyes looking in different directions.

"[Waibi Waibi? Waibi Babu.]" The man in front of him was gesticulating excitedly and talking to [Asakawa Rain], but he couldn't understand a word of his words, and they didn't make any sense.

gesture.

After many attempts to communicate failed, [Asakawa Rain] decisively gave up and began to observe the surrounding environment.

It was obvious that this was the large cruise ship he had seen before falling into coma, but with a strange twist:

The visible range is only a section of the deck near the stern of the ship. The other parts are shrouded in pitch-black fog. There is nothing on the deck, but it has become inexplicably narrow and long. The patterns on it are also divided into giant squares, which can just cover the deck.

Divided into five columns.

[Asakawa Rain] and the man wearing a pot on his head are at one end of the deck. Although they can move freely, they are limited to a row of five squares and cannot contact each other. When they want to leave, they will be blocked by a transparent wall that feels like rubber.

.

At the other end of the long and narrow deck, there is a... "space crack". It looks like a broken glass window, but it is suspended at half a person's height. There is only a deep darkness inside.

"[Waibibabu! Wow wow wow!]" Because he could not communicate, the man became even more anxious and began to yell.

"Wait a minute," [Asakawa Yu] suddenly thought of a possibility: "Are you the person who was just thrown into the aquarium with me?"

"[Waibi, Waibi!]" The man nodded repeatedly.

"Your words are all noise to me," [Asakawa Yu] pointed to his own ears and then to the other person's mouth: "I'm not sure what went wrong, but since you can hear me, then I

Ask a question and you answer with a nod and a shake of the head, do you understand?"

"[Waibi Waibi]!"

Next, the two had a short "conversation" without much information exchange. They could only confirm that both parties arrived here after being wrapped up by the trunk of the "elephant", but the man wearing the pot had absolutely no information about this ship.

The impression of the cruise ship. As a member of the "Owl Council", in addition to being deprived of a "substitute", I don't know the meaning of the water tank and the elephant. Of course, it is impossible to know what the situation is at this time.

Is this some kind of conceptual "resurrection match"? As long as you win the next unknown challenge, you can return to reality? [Asakawa Yu] said his guess while looking at the "space rift".

"[Waibibabu! Wow wow wow wow!]"

Suddenly, Dai Guo exclaimed very excitedly and raised his hand to point to the other end of the deck.

Even without asking, [Asakawa Rain] can clearly see what happened:

From the "crack", the upper body of a huge humanoid monster was protruded. It had a huge body mixed with steel plates and black mud. It had a pair of overly slender arms with sharp blades on all five fingers. The leader was a pair of eyes that covered its eyes.

A row of large spikes and a weird smile that stretches from ear to ear.

At the same time as it appeared, waves of surging black mud began to churn and shape on the deck, eventually transforming into terrifying samurai wearing Heian period-style armor, slowly walking towards this side along the ranks on the deck.

"Stop screaming 'Wai Bi Wai Bi'!" [Asakawa Yu] said angrily: "You came earlier than me. If you have any countermeasures, use them quickly!"

No matter how you look at it, this is some kind of game, and you shouldn't have to lose.

"[Waibi Waibi...]" The man wearing a pot calmed down a little and began to point and poke at the wall in his "single room".

Following his movements, a "stand-in" that [Asakawa Rain] had seen before appeared in front of the "Black Mud Warrior" - and then was cut into pieces by the opponent's two or three swords.

Since then, the man has been trying to "summon" other "substitutes", but to no avail. No substitute can be a match for the increasing number of black mud warriors.

And [Asakawa Rain] also imitated him and made many attempts in his own grid, but there was never any reaction outside the grid.

Finally, a "black mud warrior" arrived in front of the "grid" where the man wearing the pot was, and struck him with a knife amidst his random shouting. The grid was instantly submerged in the dark mud, and then all the black mud warriors in that row were

Disappear.

After a brief pause, a brand new grid appeared in its original location, as if no one had been there from the beginning.

Hee hee hee--

Although he didn't hear any sound, a strange and sharp laughter sounded in [Asakawa Yu]'s mind. Then, all the "Black Mud Warriors" on the deck disintegrated and disappeared, and the one closest to the "space rift"

On the grid, black mud began to slowly surge, as if a new monster was brewing.

It quite obeys the rules...or rather, they must abide by these rules.

Next, I should control those "substitutes" by myself. With negative teaching material in front of me, this time I will never act like that guy and put the remote substitute in front of the black mud warrior.

【Prepare……】

【call……】

As if to confirm [Asakawa Rain]'s idea, big blood-red characters began to appear in front of his eyes, as if he was trying to spell out a shocking sentence in a very bold way - but failed.

Halfway through the appearance of the blood-red fonts, they were abruptly interrupted and disappeared. They were replaced by a row of bold characters as blue as the sea, with softer lines but no loss of momentum:

【Not allowed...】

【waste……】

【food!!】

Tsk.

The sharp laughter hovering in his mind stopped abruptly. Following the short, unclear words, the spiked eyepatch monster that half-protruded from the crack retracted at a very high speed, and along with it, it had already formed.

The black mud warriors disappeared together.

However, things did not end there. More monsters of different varieties emerged from the space rifts, including ordinary "undead ninjas", zombies parasitized by plants, humanoid monsters that had completely transformed into beasts, and the previous ones.

Various "stand-ins" that had appeared on our side rushed towards his direction with a frequency and speed far exceeding the frequency and speed of the man wearing the pot when he encountered the black mud warrior before.

And it wasn't until they had rushed halfway through the deck that [Asakawa Rain]'s "weapon" arrived belatedly.

It was a row of... small cakes that appeared continuously like a conveyor belt of sushi?

When your eyes stop on them, the names and effects will automatically appear:

Pinball cake, burst cake, split cake, frozen cake, burning cake, charm cake, destruction cake...

No matter what these functions are, who will eat them...

Who just said that food is not allowed to be wasted?


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