Hearing Renji introduce himself as such, the scavenging thugs, originally panicked due to the sudden attack, found their tension considerably diluted.
The previous young survivor who believed in a savior for this hellish world was laughable enough for them, but now this newly appeared youth seemed even more hopeless, actually claiming to be a savior?
They had seen such people before; in fact, it was because they had seen too many of these fools who gained a little power and thought they could save the world that they automatically lumped Renji in with them.
Perhaps the only difference was
Renji was better looking?
They saw the robust female leader of the scavenging thugs, bloodied hands and all, seemingly forgetting who had caused the gaping wound in her palm. She now fixed Renji with an intensely passionate gaze.
His tender and fair skin, bright and deep blue-set eyebrows, distinct and handsome features, and the vigorous vitality exuding from him, which seemed impossible in this apocalyptic era.
The female leader didn't know how to describe this young man who had captivated her at first sight.
It was really, really special.
So special that despite him ambushing her, she was deeply attracted to his tall stature and deep gaze. The word "savior" naive and ridiculous as it sounded, became a cute symbol in her ears, making her want to protect such an innocent and handsome boy, to embrace him in her strong arms.
Thinking this, the female leader glared fiercely at the scavenging thugs about to counterattack Renji. She steadied her broad legs on the ground, took a deep breath into her broad chest, and then yelled.
"Stop right there!"
This shout echoed across the square, startling many scavenging thugs. In front of the over two-meter-tall female leader, they looked like children. Seeing her intervene, they quickly put away their weapons, daring not to act rashly.
Renji: "..."
'This development seemed different from what I had expected?'
The female thug leader, whom Renji temporarily dubbed as "female gorilla," no longer spared even a glance at the survivor boy she had captured to be her "favored slave" Her entire attention was now focused on Renji. She roughly pushed aside the underlings blocking her way and came to a position about ten meters directly opposite Renji.
"What's your name!" The same familiar opening line, obviously the female leader's habitual first step in courtship.
On the other side.
Since she had asked, Renji also had to be polite.
So, he aimed his sniper rifle at the female leader's head and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
**Bang!**
A blue flame burst out of the barrel, but the female leader, being the boss of these scavenging thugs, was no pushover. As this wasn't a surprise attack, she raised her mace in an instant as the gunshot sounded, successfully blocking the sniper beam.
Of course, while she managed to block it, the immense impact still sent the female leader flying backward. Her sturdy, gorilla-like body traced a parabola in the air before crashing heavily among the group of thugs.
"Damn it!"
"Dare to do this to the boss, let's gang up on him!"
"I've been fed up with this pretty boy for a long time!"
"Get him!"
Renji, holding that cool sniper rifle which they had never seen before, was understood by the thugs as a manifestation of his Eclipse ability. They weren't scared, knowing that while a sniper rifle is great for single-target damage, it's less effective against groups.
To the thugs, a sniper daring to be so close to them was like a fish on a chopping board.
As they swarmed him, thinking that no matter how powerful the sniper rifle was, it couldn't turn into a machine gun, right?
86 gave them their answer.
It could.
The nearly one-meter-long sniper rifle in Renji's hand, with its mechanical parts spinning, adjusting, and reassembling like a Rubik's cube, transformed into a new weapon with double-digit gun barrels, a heavy machine gun, while the thugs had barely taken a few steps.
The thugs couldn't even stop and turn around in time. Their eyes widened in disbelief, followed by panic as they tried to change direction, but it was too late.
A blue light, ten times brighter than the sniper rifle's, burst from the machine gun, like a dense blue storm, bombarding the thugs. Many of them didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were pierced by the laser rain, rapidly turning into sand grains, dead in that space.
**Ahhhh!**
A furious roar, red with rage, burst from where the female leader had fallen. Seeing Renji slaughtering her painstakingly gathered band of scavengers, the female leader abandoned any thoughts of a slave boy. Her eyes bloodshot, her entire being emanated a strong miasma aura. Her mace, glowing blood-red, somehow managed to withstand Renji's barrage of gunfire as she charged towards him.
When she closed the distance to five meters, the female leader, with her gorilla-like body and bulging muscles, powerfully leaped into the air. She raised the blood-red mace over her head, intending to smash Renji while he was unable to move his machine gun.
"Wha-"
Before she could even finish her word, the weapon in Renji's hand transformed again. Sensing the enemy's close proximity, in the blink of an eye, it went from a heavy machine gun to a combat mechanical arm wrapping around Renji's arm.
Renji raised this combat mechanical arm. The female leader's furious attack, now seemed futile against the large mechanical arm, gripping her like a vice. Her strong and powerful body was powerless against the cold steel machinery. No matter how desperately she struggled, she was firmly held in the grip of Renji's mechanical arm.
'Hmm'
'Now I can interrogate her'
Just as Renji was pondering what to ask the captured female leader, the mechanical arm in his hand suddenly moved on its own, specifically, tightening its grip slightly.
And the result was...
**Pop!**
The female leader burst like a crushed tomato.
Simultaneously, Renji heard an apologetic mechanical voice from his maid.
[Ah, sorry master, there was a mechanical fault just now] No. 86 said in a cute way by trying to imitate the tone of the virtual idol on the aircraft.
Hearing Renji introduce himself as such, the scavenging thugs, originally panicked due to the sudden attack, found their tension considerably diluted.
The previous young survivor who believed in a savior for this hellish world was laughable enough for them, but now this newly appeared youth seemed even more hopeless, actually claiming to be a savior?
They had seen such people before; in fact, it was because they had seen too many of these fools who gained a little power and thought they could save the world that they automatically lumped Renji in with them.
Perhaps the only difference was
Renji was better looking?
They saw the robust female leader of the scavenging thugs, bloodied hands and all, seemingly forgetting who had caused the gaping wound in her palm. She now fixed Renji with an intensely passionate gaze.
His tender and fair skin, bright and deep blue-set eyebrows, distinct and handsome features, and the vigorous vitality exuding from him, which seemed impossible in this apocalyptic era.
The female leader didn't know how to describe this young man who had captivated her at first sight.
It was really, really special.
So special that despite him ambushing her, she was deeply attracted to his tall stature and deep gaze. The word "savior" naive and ridiculous as it sounded, became a cute symbol in her ears, making her want to protect such an innocent and handsome boy, to embrace him in her strong arms.
Thinking this, the female leader glared fiercely at the scavenging thugs about to counterattack Renji. She steadied her broad legs on the ground, took a deep breath into her broad chest, and then yelled.
"Stop right there!"
This shout echoed across the square, startling many scavenging thugs. In front of the over two-meter-tall female leader, they looked like children. Seeing her intervene, they quickly put away their weapons, daring not to act rashly.
Renji: "..."
'This development seemed different from what I had expected?'
The female thug leader, whom Renji temporarily dubbed as "female gorilla," no longer spared even a glance at the survivor boy she had captured to be her "favored slave" Her entire attention was now focused on Renji. She roughly pushed aside the underlings blocking her way and came to a position about ten meters directly opposite Renji.
"What's your name!" The same familiar opening line, obviously the female leader's habitual first step in courtship.
On the other side.
Since she had asked, Renji also had to be polite.
So, he aimed his sniper rifle at the female leader's head and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
**Bang!**
A blue flame burst out of the barrel, but the female leader, being the boss of these scavenging thugs, was no pushover. As this wasn't a surprise attack, she raised her mace in an instant as the gunshot sounded, successfully blocking the sniper beam.
Of course, while she managed to block it, the immense impact still sent the female leader flying backward. Her sturdy, gorilla-like body traced a parabola in the air before crashing heavily among the group of thugs.
"Damn it!"
"Dare to do this to the boss, let's gang up on him!"
"I've been fed up with this pretty boy for a long time!"
"Get him!"
Renji, holding that cool sniper rifle which they had never seen before, was understood by the thugs as a manifestation of his Eclipse ability. They weren't scared, knowing that while a sniper rifle is great for single-target damage, it's less effective against groups.
To the thugs, a sniper daring to be so close to them was like a fish on a chopping board.
As they swarmed him, thinking that no matter how powerful the sniper rifle was, it couldn't turn into a machine gun, right?
86 gave them their answer.
It could.
The nearly one-meter-long sniper rifle in Renji's hand, with its mechanical parts spinning, adjusting, and reassembling like a Rubik's cube, transformed into a new weapon with double-digit gun barrels, a heavy machine gun, while the thugs had barely taken a few steps.
The thugs couldn't even stop and turn around in time. Their eyes widened in disbelief, followed by panic as they tried to change direction, but it was too late.
A blue light, ten times brighter than the sniper rifle's, burst from the machine gun, like a dense blue storm, bombarding the thugs. Many of them didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were pierced by the laser rain, rapidly turning into sand grains, dead in that space.
**Ahhhh!**
A furious roar, red with rage, burst from where the female leader had fallen. Seeing Renji slaughtering her painstakingly gathered band of scavengers, the female leader abandoned any thoughts of a slave boy. Her eyes bloodshot, her entire being emanated a strong miasma aura. Her mace, glowing blood-red, somehow managed to withstand Renji's barrage of gunfire as she charged towards him.
When she closed the distance to five meters, the female leader, with her gorilla-like body and bulging muscles, powerfully leaped into the air. She raised the blood-red mace over her head, intending to smash Renji while he was unable to move his machine gun.
"Wha-"
Before she could even finish her word, the weapon in Renji's hand transformed again. Sensing the enemy's close proximity, in the blink of an eye, it went from a heavy machine gun to a combat mechanical arm wrapping around Renji's arm.
Renji raised this combat mechanical arm. The female leader's furious attack, now seemed futile against the large mechanical arm, gripping her like a vice. Her strong and powerful body was powerless against the cold steel machinery. No matter how desperately she struggled, she was firmly held in the grip of Renji's mechanical arm.
'Hmm'
'Now I can interrogate her'
Just as Renji was pondering what to ask the captured female leader, the mechanical arm in his hand suddenly moved on its own, specifically, tightening its grip slightly.
And the result was...
**Pop!**
The female leader burst like a crushed tomato.
Simultaneously, Renji heard an apologetic mechanical voice from his maid.
[Ah, sorry master, there was a mechanical fault just now] No. 86 said in a cute way by trying to imitate the tone of the virtual idol on the aircraft.
