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"What is this?" Koshimura looked down and saw the magic circuit on the sticker shimmering with a faint light.
"This is a composite buff patch, the version with [Great Leap Forward], [Life Support], [Resistance Boost], and [Attribute Enhancement] added." Yutenji Wakana gritted her teeth, seemingly a little pained. "This thing is my signature product, it takes a long time to make one."
Concentrating and solidifying potions with different effects and stably fusing them onto a single patch while ensuring they don't repel each other and maintaining a delicate balance is not something an ordinary alchemist can do.
This is precisely the direction that the alchemists of the Kumamoto school are focusing on.
"Thanks." Koshimura Sawa stretched his limbs, and a warm current instantly flowed from the sticker, spreading throughout his body. His body seemed to become lighter, and his reactions became faster.
Yes, Teacher DaMiao knows how to do it.
I thought Meow Dream Workshop only had funny products like White Dragon Menthol Balm.
[Enhance Resistance] and [Strengthen Attributes] enhance the ability to make saving throws and attribute throws, respectively. [Lifesaver] can be used to stabilize injuries and keep the patient alive when suffering severe damage. As for [Great Stride], it is the finishing touch.
[Stride Longstrider]
[Changes in the First Ring Road]
[Casting Time: 1 action]
[Casting Range: Upon contact]
Duration: 1 hour
[You touch a creature, and that target's speed increases by 10 feet for the duration of the spell.]
[Upgraded Ring Casting Effect: When casting this spell using a second-ring or higher spell slot, you can target an additional target for each ring higher than the one you use.]
Although it is described as a large "stride" of running, the spell description does not specify that the increased speed must be walking speed.
And coincidentally, the experimental elixir he had just drunk granted him a temporary flight speed of 10 feet.
How could such a coincidence happen?
Wow, this can even have a combo? That's amazing!
He lightly touched the ground with both feet, and his body defied gravity, soaring into the air several feet off the ground. He turned his head and glanced at Yutenji Wakana.
"Don't worry, I probably already have a solution for it."
"Then be careful... don't die." Yutenji Wakana hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but remind him, "If you really can't beat them, just drag it out... anyway, the Adventurers' Guild's commissioners have all fallen, the guild can't just stand by and do nothing, there will definitely be other reinforcements coming later."
"Oh, I'm reinforcements." Koshimura pushed up his slightly comical childlike sunglasses and said expressionlessly.
Don't you think that's cool? I believe it's a form of confidence.
Ruomai of Youtian Temple: "?"
She stared wide-eyed at Koshimura Sawa with a "Are you kidding me?" look on her face.
Am I really going to fail here today?
Before she could process this information, Yuecun Ze had already ripped open the buttons of his school uniform jacket, letting the hem billow in the wind. With the added speed from [Great Stride], he transformed into a blur and swooped down towards the monster that had just broken free from the wall and was emitting an angry roar!
The wind howled, whipping the hem of his open coat, making a rustling sound.
If it weren't for those overly trendy children's sunglasses, it would probably have been a very cool sight.
In the D&D rules, each round is equivalent to 6 seconds, and the flight speed of 20 feet per round is equivalent to a movement speed of more than 1 meter per second.
Although it's not exactly fast, it's still a noble speed of flight.
As we all know, there's a saying that circulates in all FPS games.
High-level players attacking low-level players, what's the point of that?
Koshimura Sawa skillfully changed positions in the air, plucking the strings of his instrument.
A burst of eerie green magical energy shot out and struck the monster precisely in one of its newly opened eyes, which was filled with disappointment.
The paper eyes instantly dissipated, and the monster let out a sharp, painful screech.
Countless sheets of paper began to entwine and converge, attaching themselves to that dark, twisted limb, like wildly growing vines, extending upwards and weaving into a huge net, seemingly trying to trap Yuecunze firmly within it.
They even thoughtfully covered the gaps between his limbs with paper to prevent him from seeing the outside world and using the Mysterious Step to teleport out.
Byd is quite clever; it has learned to retaliate.
But a Saint Seiya can't be defeated twice by the same move!
Koshimura Sawa focused his energy in his dantian, concentrated his inner energy, took a deep breath, and used all his strength—
Shout loudly:
"Teacher DaMiao, help me!"
Before he finished speaking, a dark green arrow of acid shot out and dissolved a small hole in the thick paper.
Through the small hole, Koshimura glanced at the helpless expression on Yutenji Wakana's face in the distance, and quickly seized the opportunity to teleport away using the Mysterious Step.
Taking advantage of the monster's attention being focused upwards and its defenses being weakened, he steadied himself in mid-air, turned his blade, and lightning flashed on Star Edge. Like a hot knife through butter, he severed several newly grown limbs and plunged it into a relatively weak spot on the monster's torso, creating a huge gash.
The pitch-black surface of the body was completely broken open, revealing countless layers of white paper covered with dense text. The paper moved without wind as if it had come to life, and just one glance was enough to make one feel dizzy.
It's like... paper sculpture.
As usual, the moment it was ripped open, the damaged body began frantically absorbing the scattered pieces of paper around it, attempting to heal itself quickly.
However, this time, Koshimura Sawa made an unexpected move.
He suddenly reached out, disregarding the risk of being assimilated by the paper, and with all his might, inserted his left hand into the rapidly closing gap.
The skin was cut by the sharp edge, and bright red blood seeped out, staining the pale paper it touched with a glaring red.
However, he seemed completely oblivious to the pain, and suddenly clenched his fists tightly!
They forcibly tore a large wad of blood-soaked paper from the monster's body.
The monster let out an unprecedented roar, and the paper in the entire subway station seemed to shake violently. Countless paper darts floated into the air again, shooting towards the direction of Yuecunze like a storm, with sharp whistling sounds.
"Help me hold it off for a bit!" Koshimura shouted without turning his head.
He activated the Mysterious Steps again, his figure flashing as he appeared on the other side of the platform thirty feet away, narrowly avoiding the fatal attack. He unfolded the bloodstained paper in his hand and looked at the scattered, even incoherent, words on it.
"They haven't finished their homework for tonight... but they've started arguing in the living room again."
"My father has always been an honest and kind person, so why would he have an affair?"
"I don't understand... my head hurts so much."
"Dad, Mom... I don't want to go anymore... I'm really not cut out for Tokyo University..."
"What are you saying?! We work so hard and save every penny, isn't it all for you?!"
"You're our only child. Your father and I are counting on you to take care of us in our old age and see us off in our final days..."
"Why are you such a disappointing child? We were only doing this for your own good! Throw away all those broken toys and cards right now!"
Sure enough, it was exactly as he had guessed.
If all the paper in the outside world is transformed from the "others" that have been swallowed up... then where would the paper that represents [noise] itself be?
Why did the noise react so strongly only when he saw the math exam paper covered in red marks?
...because that's what it belongs to.
It is the root of obsession and suffering.
The "paper" that represents its own core consciousness is hidden inside the huge shell made up of "others," wrapped in layers and deeply concealed.
Koshimura casually tossed aside a few blood-stained pieces of paper, then flickered away again to continue looking down.
“So tired…so sleepy…”
"Excuse me, young man, my legs aren't very strong. Could you please get up and give me your seat?"
"Grandma... I'm really tired... Can I take a nap...?"
"Hey, what's wrong with you, young man? How can you have no respect for the elderly and children? Didn't you see that it says 'Seats for the elderly, children, sick and disabled' here?"
"Excuse me..."
"You're a student, and you're in such good health, what's wrong with standing for a little while?"
"This old lady is so old, don't you have any shame? Did your parents raise you for nothing?"
"These young people nowadays..."
"Without the hard work of our generation, you wouldn't have the life you have today."
"...They have no compassion at all. If you ask me, they've all gone crazy from studying."
The murmurs and discussions drowned out everything else.
By the very end, the handwriting had begun to distort and tremble, becoming almost unrecognizable.
Why...is everyone bullying me?
"It's so noisy...it's all so noisy...can you...be quiet..."
......
subway station.
It turned out to be the case.
Koshimura Sawa threw down the blood-soaked crumpled paper in his hand, his feelings somewhat complicated.
But... even if we know the reason, what can we do?
Are we supposed to rely on empty talk? Like the protagonist in a shonen manga, shouting "I understand your pain" and then making it suddenly realize its mistakes?
He looked up at the monster, whose body was twisted and swollen due to damage to its core, and which was almost completely unrecognizable as human.
I don't think it seems like it can understand human speech...
Bye-d, it's all Yuji Takamatsu's fault for only saying half of what he meant and not explaining clearly how to deal with the noise.
You only told me to scout, but you didn't tell me that this boss would seal off the area!
Koshimura spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, gripped his twin swords tightly once more, and faced the roaring monster charging towards him.
Instinctively parrying and dodging, Star's Edge drew arcs in the air, colliding with the black, mangled limbs, like a paper shredder, sending up a flurry of paper scraps.
Just then, his cell phone in his pants pocket suddenly rang at an inopportune moment. He turned it on, and the familiar ringtone instantly broke the tense atmosphere.
"The lingering heartbeats filled the entire night."
No, who's so blind as to make a phone call at a time like this!
Koshimura was a beat too slow. A strip of paper that came from his blind spot lashed out and struck his arm, cutting a deep gash that exposed bone. Blood gushed out instantly, and the skin around the wound immediately began to show signs of turning into paper.
Yutenji Wakame was terrified and quickly threw out a potion that emitted a soft white light.
The bottle shattered in mid-air, and healing energy enveloped Koshimura's arm. The effect of the [Healing Mantra] quickly stopped the bleeding from the wound.
At the same time, she struck the drumstick again, and the soaring flames hit the monster's side, successfully attracting its attention.
Koshimura regained his footing, gripped the hilt of his sword, and was about to step forward again when that damned cell phone rang once more.
"The lingering heartbeats covered the entire night~"
It’s not over, right?
He suddenly pulled out his phone, ready to hang up without even looking at it, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the caller's contact name.
Takamatsu Yuji?
He quickly pressed the answer button, turned on speakerphone, and held the phone between his shoulder and ear, his hands moving non-stop to deflect the incoming attack.
"Hey?"
"Reinforcements are here, watch out for what's above you." Yuji Takamatsu's voice came through the receiver, concise and to the point, without any unnecessary words.
Top of head?
Yuecun Ze looked up.
The concrete ceiling above my head suddenly shook violently without warning, and small pebbles and dust fell down.
Then, with a "crack," a clear crack appeared.
Another violent tremor struck, as if a heavy object had slammed down from above, and cracks spread and expanded rapidly outwards like a spider web.
Then, accompanied by a deafening roar and billowing dust, a huge section of the ceiling detached and landed precisely on the monster's massive body.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure gripped a menacingly shaped bexe blade and leaped down through the gaping hole.