The dimensional game Emperor of Europe descends

Mare’s nest.

At this moment, the dream is empty.

……

A few minutes ago, Makoto Waizumi leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window and started the second dimensional game.

At the same time, a green figure also touched his office.

Dozens of defensive lines against Demon Shinobi Tomoe were easily broken by him.

His whole person was like a phantom, like a flower in the mirror, sweeping through the courtyard and corridor, through the thin wooden door, and stepping into Hequan Makoto’s study.

“Snap-”

Then, stop.

He wore the uniform of Peak City University, without disguise or any disguise.

In this way, he swaggered into the manor of the Hequan family, without any guards noticing him, not even in the surveillance camera.

Slippery head ghost.

This is the power he gets from the dimensional game.

Turn everything real into illusory, and everything unreal into real.

Near-invincible abilities.

As a dimensional gamer, Haruki Kitahara gained this power in the third dimensional game.

Then, his power ran wild in the real world, causing serious abnormalities, and eventually had to shrink up to guard against the official investigation of Dongying.

But at this moment, he couldn’t care about hiding.

The girl he likes, Izumi Qianjing, accepted Kazumi’s confession a few days ago and became his fiancée!

Haruki Kitahara, who was brutally cuckolded, investigated the relationship between Chijing Waizumi and Makoto Kazumi for a few days, and then found a trace from it.

This and Izumi Makoto are likely to be gamers as well.

That is to say, it is likely that Makoto Waizumi forced Qianjing Kazumi to become his fiancée by some means, taking away the girl’s innocence…

Knowing this judgment, Haruki Kitahara, who was miserably caught, was naturally furious.

After he made some preparations, he planned to take Kazuizumi’s life and solve this problem from the source…

However, standing in the study and looking at the boy who had his back to him, Haruki Kitahara still hesitated.

The character of Haruki Kitahara is from the famous white album series.

As a standard Japanese manga male protagonist, Haruki Kitahara is also very “gentle”

In other words, “cowardice”

He hesitated, his hand holding the katana hesitating slightly.

But thinking of Kazumi Qianjing’s happiness, and the green hat on his head, Kitahara Haruhi’s eyes crossed with a trace of determination.

He raised his hand and aimed the sharp blade at Kazumi’s neck, intending to take his head with one sword.

However……

“Don’t you still wield a knife?”

In front of him, there was a leisurely voice.

“What…” Haruki Kitahara was stunned.

I don’t know when, the boy in front of him disappeared.

In front of him was a wide and transparent floor-to-ceiling window, where the teenager who should have stood with his back to him, but disappeared.

“Stealth…”

Haruki Kitahara looked stunned, as an old driver who had experienced three dimensional games, he had also faced many enemies with strange abilities.

Although he had never killed the enemy with his own hands, Kitahara Haruki did not hesitate and directly slashed forward together.

“Whaa

The long sharp knife cut through the air, but failed to make a ripple.

“Hey, are you making me laugh?”

Behind him, there was a leisurely voice.

I don’t know when, Kazumi Makoto was sitting on the soft sofa.

Not far away, he stared at the baby-faced college student.

“Haruki Kitahara~.” He looked kind and at ease:

“Are you ready to awaken?”

“Enlightenment…” Haruki Kitahara hurriedly turned around, he looked at Kazumi Makoto not far away, his face a little embarrassed.

He didn’t notice Kazumi’s movements at all.

“Yes, enlightenment.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand, picked up the gilded white porcelain teapot, and poured himself a cup of ordinary boiled water.

“Those who take up arms must have the consciousness of being killed…”

“Do you have this realization? Brother Haruki Kitahara. ”

“……”

Hearing this, Kitahara Haruhi’s eyes were round, and he stared at Kazumi Makoto with persistence in his eyes.

But his hand was lightly fiddling…

Not every gamer can adapt to war and slaughter as easily and naturally as Izumi.

Before Haruki Kitahara became a gamer, he was just an ordinary person, an ordinary high school scumbag.

He is still the mentality of ordinary citizens, and Kazumi Makoto is accustomed to killing and killing.

“Hum-”

In the air, golden mist converges from this hazy fog. A golden figure stepped out.

“Snap-”

The human eye cannot see directly into the form of a substitute.

But Haruki Kitahara is different, he obtained the Slip Head Ghost Inheritance in the third game, and he can easily see through the spirit body.

“This is…” His small mouth opened slightly, and his face was full of horror

Burly figure.

Golden armor.

Unmatched momentum.

Avatar – the world

The golden figure more than two meters tall stood in the magnificent study.

Kazumi Makoto took the teacup and drank all the boiled water in it, and then he slowly got up.

“Haruhi Kitahara.”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at the frightened college boy.

“Are you ready to die?”

“No…”

Haruki Kitahara’s pupils instantly contracted, and his whole body tensed, wanting to break through the floor-to-ceiling window and escape.

HE KNEW THE GOLDEN PHANTOM, HE KNEW THE STAND-IN MESSENGER, AND HE HAD SEEN JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE.

Irresistible, irresistible, and even surviving is a luxury.

Because……

“The…… World！！ ”

The world, turned gray.

Now, time has stopped.

Everything is like a worm wrapped in amber, solidified, stagnant, and dim.

“Hey…”

In this stagnant world, Kazumi opened his arms as if embracing the whole world.

At the same time, the golden double rushed out and slammed into Haruki Kitahara three meters away.

The young college student’s face was still filled with fear and horror.

A punch, slammed in the face.

“Wha-”

Unscathed.

This punch didn’t seem to cause any damage.

However, Kazumi Makoto was not surprised, but instead looked calm.

At the same time, the avatar world raised his fist, and during this 4.58-second time stop, he threw countless punches.

“Click—”

The sound of the second hand turning resounded in this gray world.

And then……

“Hey, 4.58 seconds have passed, time is flowing again.”

The corners of Kazumi Makoto’s mouth raised, and as this world re-colored, those countless punches slammed into Kitahara Haruhi at the same time!

“Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! ”

“Snap! Poof—”

In an instant, Haruki Kitahara’s handsome face burst, shattered along with his slender body, and was crushed, crushed, and turned into a pool of dregs like a ball of garbage.

“Oh?”

However, watching Haruki Kitahara’s body explode, Kazumi Makoto frowned.

“Hum-”

Time, backtracking.

No, it is not the backtracking of time, but the blurring of the line between reality and illusion.

“Crunch-”

The body that turned into minced meat was reorganized in an instant.

Broken bones are reorganizing.

The remnants of flesh and blood are being bridged.

Broken skin is dissipating.

In an instant, the injuries on Haruki Kitahara’s body became disappeared.

The face of this weak young man was pale.

“You…” he gasped, sweat staining the palm of his hand holding his katana:

“Yes, you can’t kill me!”

He was bent over and roared lowly, his face extremely hideous, like a wounded beast.

“Oh?”

However, Kazuizumi Makoto only sat down slowly, and he leaned on the sofa and stared at the teenager with a hint of contempt in his eyes.

“Hum-”

In front of him, the golden avatar world stood quietly, and in the gap of the golden helmet, his eyes flashed with a firm will like steel.

“You can’t kill me!!!”

However, Haruki Kitahara suddenly roared, and the next moment, his body became illusory.

And Kazumi Makoto raised his hand, just wanting to make the stand-in world stop time.

However, a feeling of weakness made him stop.

“Whaa

At the same time, Haruki Kitahara’s body completely dissipated, turning into an afterimage and dispersing in the air.

“What is it? Phantoms? ”

Looking at Haruhi Kitahara, who suddenly disappeared, Kazumi Makoto’s face did not change.

He raised his hand and tapped his knuckles on the arm of the sofa.

On the ordinary face, there is still a calmness that everything is under control.

“Wha-”

At the same time, the door to the study was knocked open.

One by one, Tomoe, who was holding a UMP submachine gun, rushed in from outside the study.

They aimed their guns at all corners of the room, and three of the girls gathered around Kazuizumi, protecting him with their bodies.

“The enemy has retreated.”

Kazumi Makoto said calmly.

In this room, all the ornaments and furniture were unscathed, except for the carpet that was kicked out of two large holes by the substitute world.

There was no smell in the air, as if Haruhi Kitahara had never been here.

“That ability, it’s really interesting…”

The corners of his mouth raised and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Makoto Kazumi recalled the katana in Haruki Kitahara’s hand:

“Is that knife the ‘Yamikimaru’ Demon Blade from the grandson of the Slippery Head Ghost?”

“It seems that this guy Haruki Kitahara has smoked something very good.”

……

“The host! We’re late…”

Immediately afterwards, a girl with a pair of demons stood in front of Makoto Kazumi, and she bent down sharply to perform a salute, her body was ninety degrees.

“Please allow us to apologize!”

“No need.” Hearing this, Kazumi shook his head, he sat on the sofa, raised his hand, and grabbed the gilded white porcelain teapot.

“……”

Crystal boiled water, poured out of the teapot, fell into the white ceramic teacup.

“Prepare a copy of Haruki Kitahara’s information, from his relatives to his friends, and collect information on all relevant people.”

“Yes.” The bent over the demon ninja hurriedly squatted down, half-kneeling on the ground, and the first two full balls of Hun swayed, mature and alluring.

However, Kazumi Makoto did not look at her squarely at all, but just quietly stared at the reflection on the surface of the porcelain cup:

“The flower reflected in the mirror, the moon floating in the water, cutting the boundary between reality and illusion, his ability should be something like a slippery ghost…”

“In addition, collect information on the puberty syndrome circulating in Juncang City.”

“And find two people for me, Sakita Azusakawa and Mai Sakurajima, they should both be students of Minehara High School, don’t approach them rashly after finding them, just keep a certain distance to follow.”

“Yes, at your will.”

Hearing this, he neatly got up to the demon girl.

In the real world, all Tomoe still maintain the appearance of Tomoe’s own body and do not disguise.

Kazumi Makoto also had no idea of communicating with them in depth, he closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, and a cold light flashed on his glasses:

“Call those blood slaves in high positions…”

“…… I have something to announce. “_

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