I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Someone is flying in the air.

"It is impossible for you to defeat me." With a cold voice, she raised the saber in her hand and pointed at the figures flying in the air.

They froze.

If you look carefully, they are all girls of various colors.

The girls wore scantily clad clothes. The thin combat uniforms were close to the body to outline the curves, and the limbs were dotted with streamlined armor.

Judging from the experience of the more exposed online games, the higher the equipment level, each of them is the top player.

only--

Such a group of elites stared at the pure white "monster" overlooking them with a desperate look.

"Attack..." With a dry voice, the girl in the lead swung the lightsaber in her hand.

"All... attack!"

In an instant, the firepower was fully fired.

Supported by brilliant artillery fire, the desperate girls launched their final attack.

"Hey."

"I told you, you can't defeat me." The pure white girl smiled with her mouth raised.

"——Crazy Emperor"

Saying so, she held up the sharp blade in her hand.

Shock——

noise--

The accompanying plain white fragments rolled up like a storm, and scattered and swaying snowflakes covered the sky.

In just an instant, there was already an avalanche.

"..."

"This is you in 50 years." With a somewhat sad expression, the girl with the four-leaf clover hairpin pinned, the girl with powder blue waist-length hair pointed to the floating screen in front of her.

"Poor-chested and extremely evil, the demon king who destroys the world."

Taking a deep breath, she clenched her fists and looked at the girl standing beside her.

The gorgeous face is the same, but the clothes are completely opposite to the pure white monster on the screen.

The girl's bright bright red pupils were so clear and soft that...there was no coldness and indifference of the monster on the screen at all.

His long black hair was tied into two bundles hanging on his chest, and he was wearing an ordinary uniform of black and blue skirt.

The figure is also slender and slim, with the appearance of a weak young lady.

A pair of slender and slender legs wrapped in black stockings.

The soft and tender black silk interweaves to outline the immature legs of a 17-year-old girl.

Do not--

Itsuka Shiori stared at the girl's movements.Out of surprise and astonishment, he stretched out his hand to cover his small mouth, and the turbulent waves were instantly squeezed and swayed, revealing an astonishing softness and arc.

emmmmm....

In terms of stature, it may have regressed a little.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!?" The girl let out a lovely cry.

The wonderful and lovable soft waxy voice always feels as pleasing as a cat, with the charming and charming taste unique to immature girls.

Wuhe Shiori began to wonder if he had found the wrong person.

"This is... me?" Stretching out her slender fingers, the girl lightly touched the futuristic blue light screen.

It's just like in a movie, I don't know if I call Jarvis and someone will answer.

But what tightened her heart even more was the pure white girl who looked coldly on the screen, waving her hands and slaughtering a large number of troops.

It's like looking in a mirror.

It's like seeing a non-mainstream self, but... so beautiful.

She was a little dazed, staring closely at the pure white girl's eyes.

What really captivates the hearts of the dancing girl is that strange pupil.

The azure blue left eye marks the time, and the second hand is ticking, shining with subtle light.

But... unacceptable.

No matter what, I will never become like that, and it is absolutely impossible for me to be the devil king who destroys the world.

"I am... this Demon King?"

She took a step back, and she didn't recover until her slender back touched the cold metal wall.

Wuhe Shiori remained silent.