only monsters

It’s worth clarifying that this does not count as overtime.

——Omer tried to convince himself.

After all, he was eager to try this game, but because he had recently taken on the task of helping an old friend die, he had to slow down the 'login' time a little and let the girls go online first.

Dosores, Extreme Ironman Grand Prix, Bourbon, Aiori.

Kazdale, the battlefield outside Baiye Forest, the teahouse.

Columbia, Rhine Life Building, Tachyon.

Although as special testers, the four racing ladies also enjoy the right to choose their 'birthplace' as a result of the trainers.

But Omer was still a little surprised that everyone's motives were impure.

To be precise, it's the two people at the back.

One went to a high-risk area similar to the Demon Realm, full of aggressive demons and frequent battles.

One went to a company building that was famous for its scientific research capabilities, and its representative building was simply the hometown of the game production team.

Kaza and Tako were obviously not moving towards training goals in the traditional sense, but Omo was not angry about it.

For open-world games like this, no matter what method of playing is chosen, the same is true for so-called training.

In the center, every well-known trainer is like a gym leader in Pokémon works, or a sect leader in Dongyan martial arts and Xianxia works. They all have their own "inspiration" and their own unique characteristics. Representative training style.

Although Omo is a newcomer with less than a year of teaching experience, he already has a subtle reputation, and he has indeed touched the edge of his own style.

That is somewhat similar to the freedom of trainer Yutaka Nishizaki, but it is more biased towards a confrontational training style.

Just as he had countless connections to increase the strength of his girls, this was not only his training style, but also his own advantage.

Apart from the intense training that involves the seniors, physical confrontations like the current one.

——Large-scale competitions with high-intensity confrontation, dangerous battlefields where lives are like nothing, and large-scale experiments that are extremely difficult and test the spirit. Although these are too harsh for high school girls, if it is the path they choose, no one will Beak can be placed.

Except themselves.

Scientific research itself is of course the ultimate intellectual training, and setting foot on the battlefield is a more comprehensive test of attributes. Compared with these two exaggerated choices, it is the most intense training in daily life. It is as tireless as a machine and as endless as masochism. With Aizhi, he seems a lot more 'conservative'.

Although it's not really 'conservative'.

After all, the Iron Man Ultimate Grand Prix itself is an event that shows off the power of force. Even before Omer stepped into the game entrance, he had already seen the scene of hundreds of people fighting on the screen, with Bourbon and Aiori dodging in between.

Perhaps the span of such an arrangement was too great... At that time, Omer couldn't help but think so.

The reason for forgetting that this is a game because the modeling is too real and the texture is too perfect does not exist for game lovers in this era.

However, Miura Bourbon only lifted the ban on games this year, and is still more interested in unpromising mobile games than actual masterpieces.

The one who admires Orihime has always been bound by guilt in the past, never allowing herself to relax or have fun, and she is a pure outsider.

When such a combination comes into contact with this type of virtual reality replacement work, it is inevitable that they will be restrained by the fact that it is 'too real'. Unlike the current Omer, who was already pulling a heavy iron coffin from a corpse in less than three minutes after logging in. .

The overlapping iron chains that turn the iron coffin into a meteor hammer are brightly colored. They are the colors of life, but they are about to dry up.

But even so...

"There is no overly layered smell, there is no pupil dilation that should exist, and there is no muscle contraction before death. It is still a game, and the details need to be polished."

"What did you do before?"

Homa's voice came from above his head.

And he answered calmly without any surprise: "Study, I'm a student, what's wrong?"

Back to three minutes ago, Omer's trip was not without teammates worth looking forward to.

At least Miss Adele Nauman came to pick up Omer this time, not only to meet a partner she hadn't seen for a long time, but also to bring a sheep.

The short and slender jio has no idea how to support its plush body, and its cute but somewhat dull face makes it look more like a doll.

He is Dolly, the Lord of Sheep, who can create clones with different personalities based on the other person's personality. He also left one beside Omo, but when he went to the Gurlitt Universe.

"You left it behind," when it said this, a new little black sheep appeared above Omer's head, "but it also needs to be updated. It's a pity that I didn't see the reason for the update."

Dolly's clone can also serve as a camera, giving him an interesting perspective. He is undoubtedly an observer, but he has an optimistic personality and is keen to spread a happy atmosphere.

"Maybe you can still see it, in the form of a screen." Omo thought of Qian's film that was still being prepared.

"Really? Then I'll look forward to it." Compared with his original attitude of urging Adele to pay attention, Dolly seems much friendlier now. I don't know if it is related to the change he saw in Omer.

But he didn’t really follow him after all. I don’t know because he preferred to stay at Adele’s place, but also because...

"That sheep will talk as soon as I go far, right?"

When Lapland approaches, and when the black wolf next to her strolls closer, even the black sheep above Omer will fall into silence. Although it is consistent with the history of the Lord of Sheep being chased by the Lord of Wolves, it also makes It doesn't seem so Omo. "Maybe? But maybe he just doesn't like to talk."

It was more or less a lamb shaped according to his own personality, and Omer was willing to open his mouth to leave some image for it, but he couldn't help frowning when he looked at the fallen and dead bodies behind Lapland.

"What a cruel technique."

"Isn't it enough if it works?" Lapland smiled brightly, showing his good teeth, "Isn't it enough if it's pleasant?"

"It is indeed a very reasonable mentality to enjoy games, but is this really a mentality only because of games? I am very pregnant - what are you doing?"

Before the question was uttered, the thin blade had already hit a metal umbrella stretched at 330 degrees. The remaining 30 degrees were just enough to push the blade upwards, making it impossible to get close, and it was pulled against Omer's neck. opened a distance of 8 centimeters.

And at the same time, it left a small field of vision for Omer to be able to see Lapland's right eye and cheek.

In that field of vision, the woman's gaze was full of aggression, with undisguised hostility and even murderous intent.

"She's not feeling right, there seems to be something here."

The Omo sheep above his head suddenly spoke, but Omo just suddenly put away his iron umbrella and turned it into a blade, deflected Lapland's blade light with one stroke, and then turned into a ferocious demon in an instant, strengthening the completed power instantly. Use the huge sword that transformed at the moment to resist.

At the cost of suddenly retreating several meters, he completely withstood the slap of the giant wolf.

"Yes, there is no protection from teammates in this game, right?"

The moment he stepped back and put down the heavy giant sword, he returned to his own demon. Using this carefully calculated magic power to prepare for unexpected events, Omo looked at Lapland and Zaro who seemed to have jumped, with a subtle look on his face. smile.

"Or do we have to find some kind of prop to form a more obvious alliance to prevent teammates from being harmed?"

"I don't think this is the point," Omo Sheep said helplessly. "These two guys are obviously not in the right state. Maybe they were switched or controlled."

"It shouldn't be..."

The situation where it was inconvenient to speak was as if the silver light flashed across the side of his body, and the bloody light turned into teeth, and the retreat was blocked from the other side.

However, Omo disappeared in just an instant, and the suppressed sound belonging to Jayden surrounded him a hundred meters away.

"Although I didn't count on Zaro's combat power, a beast master like him shouldn't lose value like this."

"But his mental power may be far lower than Lapland."

"This should be true, after all, it is the king and his mount." Omo nodded.

The black sheep above the head did not fall down. It might be another kind of king and mount.

Just the next second, the king and his mount were both attacked by the 'horse racing girl' knight who appeared at an unknown time.

"Where did it come from?!"

Omo once again relied on Jayden's power to dodge, but was chased by the vampire-like thing as soon as he landed.

"Is this the Kazdaele Grand Stage? My opinion of Miss Mudrock has improved significantly."

"I feel something's not right..."

"My little sheep personality would say such nonsense."

"These guys appeared without warning. Only Lapland and Zaro who came with us were moving in a normal way."

"Maybe it's because the foot man doesn't deserve the NPC's no-cooling refresh treatment."

"Then she is the real deal, but why are she so crazy? Did you steal anything important from her?"

"...It doesn't seem impossible. When I think about it, it becomes logical for her to insist on joining."

-

Tentative code name, Dream Machine, in the trench at the edge of the Kazdare Baiye Forest, there is a creature as ferocious as a deer-headed spirit and as hunched as an old man. He is placing the crudely carved horse-eared soldier in his hand to draw a simple backgammon. In the small gridded sandy area.

"This Casimir war chess should be placed here, and then you come out, little girl." His voice was that of an old man, hoarse as if he was about to cough.

"...Why is there an extra vampire-like chess piece and a werewolf chess piece?" Manchester City Tea House didn't quite understand the rules of this little game. After all, she had only been exposed to it for less than seven minutes.

"After all, this chessboard is messy to suppress those things. Look, there's an uncontrollable Demon King's chess piece there. It's like having a convulsion."

"This chessboard is like this. Whether it is extra or original, it is used to provide stable nourishment."

"...Can't we just go to war with those things?" Looking at the simple demon chess piece flashing around on the sand, with some faint crown logos visible, the teahouse felt inexplicably familiar.

I wanted to catch it, but I couldn't catch it.

The opponent flashed really fast and seemed unwilling to stay in the same place for more than 3 seconds.

"Everyone thought this way before, and then they died, with dark blood all over their bodies. Whether it was those swimming in the sea or those flying in the mountains, there was nothing that could be done."

"...Really..." The tea shop looked at the UI in front of him that reminded the countdown of the mini-game, and could only silently pick up the werewolf chess piece and place it in front of the vampire chess piece.