Chapter 162
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Chapter 162:
The Return Of The Holy Salt Armories
Speeding along, we race straight towards Chiba.
I'm a bit worried about Shark's safety, but at the same time, I'm not too concerned. That's because Shark, despite being a high school girl, has an extraordinary amount of guts and determination for her size. I personally trained her body through slime training and gained combat experience in dungeons to toughen herself up.
With Shark powered up like this, even facing two or three goblins at once, she shouldn't fall behind like before
[Vaaan! Vaaan!]
The bike roars with an exhaust note that echoes like a roar, accelerating with a growl.
Yeah, there's a moment for otaku, you know? It's like a dream shift. Even ordinary people sometimes feel like they've become the protagonist of a movie or drama for a moment. It's like that.
For otaku, this kind of thing happens quite frequently.
Because otaku are unbalanced beings with adult bodies and childlike minds. In other words, they often get absorbed in role-playing like children engrossed in pretend play.
I'm no exception, especially when I'm fighting monsters in dungeons. I immerse myself in feelings like being an emperor of the universe, a master martial artist, or a superhero. But it's not just during dungeon fights.
For me, it happens when I'm riding a bike like this.
[Vaaaaan! Vaaaan!]
The high-pitched tone and vibration of the internal combustion engine operate at high speeds. The scenery passed by rapidly. The suspension bounced with the slight distortions of the asphalt, tires bouncing around.
In this mixed-up world, I focus my nerves solely on the direction ahead and drive the bike. It's just the unity with the bike running at full throttle.
No ego, no thoughts. Just a condensed time that sharpens.
Immersing myself in this elongated moment, my heart races. My mind exhilarates at the sensation of leaving behind sound and time, as my spirit rises and surges.
And it's not just because of the pressure I feel on my back from Sekai-san's breasts.
Then, various characters descend into my mind, typical of an otaku's nature. When riding a bike, it's usually ace pilots from robot anime. They come down, uttering iconic lines with determined faces, then vanish from my mind.
And yet, I realized I wasn't feeling the intense wind pressure I usually do.
Feeling suspicious, I sensed the Pixie Queen's response in my mind. It seems like she's also caught up in my heightened mental state and is frolicking about.
(Is this wind magic or something?)
Even when I lift my body slightly, there's still minimal wind resistance. The reduced wind pressure not only makes it easier to ride without hiding behind the fairings but also lightens the load on the bike itself, making the engine sound remarkably light.
(Hmm, this is helpful!)
Luckily, the highway is clear, and we can speed without worrying about the surroundings. Serai-san is also used to riding behind me, showing no signs of discomfort even at high speeds.
Alright, let's race to our destination like this.
..
Exiting the highway and passing through the city, we ascend gradually into a dense forest area where glimpses of fields can be seen, finally spotting the signboard for the airsoft field and turning onto the side road.
[Vwaaan, Vwaaan! Uvoovo]
The side road we entered from the paved forest road is a gravel path with an upward slope. Carefully balancing, we climb up, and along the overgrown roadside, several cars are parked, almost as if they were hiding among the weeds.
"So, what do you think, Jung? Can we handle this somehow?"
"Yeah, Admiral. Most likely, these monsters came from the first floor of the dungeon, maybe even as deep as the third floor. Depending on their numbers, I don't think we'll struggle too much."
"Sorry to ask, but could you help us exterminate them? This place belongs to my friend, and we're renting it at a low price."
"I see, either way, we also have business with plant-type monsters. So you can rest assured."
"Oh, that's a relief. There's poor reception here, so we can't even contact the police."
Huh, poor reception? Oh, Shark's calls must have been lucky to get through.
"But hey, you two came empty-handed. You don't even have weapons, right? What are you gonna do going in unarmed?"
While receiving treatment from Sekai-san, Shark pouted as she looked at our unarmed selves.
"Hehehe, Shark. My specialty isn't just slime Behold, my Salt! Techsetter!! (Shoooom!)"
Previously, I had to meditate and connect with the Salt God to don the holy salt vestments, Seien Cross, which I couldn't do without channeling the Salt God. But now, the Salt God, Saltarou, resides in my heart. Thus, I can easily summon the holy salt armor, Seien Cross, like this.
"Ahh could that be! The armor Sandra-san wore!!"
Ah, come to think of it, I've never summoned the Seien Cross outside of that time.
"Hehehe well, yeah. Both the Pixise and Seien Cross, I lent them to Mei."
"Hehe, hey sensei, can I?"
"Sure thing Behold, my Salt! Techsetter!! (Shoooom!)"
"Ah! Ah!? Machi too, seriously?! Unfair!!"
Not only me but also Serai-san shines in the salt armor, and Shark starts clamoring with envy.
"Jung! Come on, please!!"
"It's better for you to hold off on that, Shark."
"Eh?! Why can't I do it?! It's not fair!"
"Well, because you're covered in wounds and sweating. This Seien Cross is made of salt. If you wear it in your current condition, it'll seep into your wounds."
"Ugh!?"
Yes, the Seien Cross is sturdy and robust. However, its composition is salt, NaCl. Therefore, it melts slightly upon contact with sweat and seeps heavily into wounds.
"Damn it got it! Let's hurry up and defeat them! Can you burn them down with a Fire Wand?"
"No, we don't have a Fire Wand. And using fireballs in this forest would be a bad idea. What if it causes a fire?"
"Aww, then what do we do?! Those Kung Fu Bamboos are really tough!"
"Kung Fu Bamboos? Ah, you mean the bamboo plant-type monsters. Well, we'll figure out weapons after confirming the monsters. Let's go check them out."
"Ugh, are you sure it'll be okay?"
Yeah, Shark has only seen the [Salt] skill used in cooking, so she doesn't understand the full power of the skill yet. But it's okay. She'll understand soon enough. Please look forward to it.
Hehehe
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Chapter 162:
The Return Of The Holy Salt Armories
Speeding along, we race straight towards Chiba.
I'm a bit worried about Shark's safety, but at the same time, I'm not too concerned. That's because Shark, despite being a high school girl, has an extraordinary amount of guts and determination for her size. I personally trained her body through slime training and gained combat experience in dungeons to toughen herself up.
With Shark powered up like this, even facing two or three goblins at once, she shouldn't fall behind like before
[Vaaan! Vaaan!]
The bike roars with an exhaust note that echoes like a roar, accelerating with a growl.
Yeah, there's a moment for otaku, you know? It's like a dream shift. Even ordinary people sometimes feel like they've become the protagonist of a movie or drama for a moment. It's like that.
For otaku, this kind of thing happens quite frequently.
Because otaku are unbalanced beings with adult bodies and childlike minds. In other words, they often get absorbed in role-playing like children engrossed in pretend play.
I'm no exception, especially when I'm fighting monsters in dungeons. I immerse myself in feelings like being an emperor of the universe, a master martial artist, or a superhero. But it's not just during dungeon fights.
For me, it happens when I'm riding a bike like this.
[Vaaaaan! Vaaaan!]
The high-pitched tone and vibration of the internal combustion engine operate at high speeds. The scenery passed by rapidly. The suspension bounced with the slight distortions of the asphalt, tires bouncing around.
In this mixed-up world, I focus my nerves solely on the direction ahead and drive the bike. It's just the unity with the bike running at full throttle.
No ego, no thoughts. Just a condensed time that sharpens.
Immersing myself in this elongated moment, my heart races. My mind exhilarates at the sensation of leaving behind sound and time, as my spirit rises and surges.
And it's not just because of the pressure I feel on my back from Sekai-san's breasts.
Then, various characters descend into my mind, typical of an otaku's nature. When riding a bike, it's usually ace pilots from robot anime. They come down, uttering iconic lines with determined faces, then vanish from my mind.
And yet, I realized I wasn't feeling the intense wind pressure I usually do.
Feeling suspicious, I sensed the Pixie Queen's response in my mind. It seems like she's also caught up in my heightened mental state and is frolicking about.
(Is this wind magic or something?)
Even when I lift my body slightly, there's still minimal wind resistance. The reduced wind pressure not only makes it easier to ride without hiding behind the fairings but also lightens the load on the bike itself, making the engine sound remarkably light.
(Hmm, this is helpful!)
Luckily, the highway is clear, and we can speed without worrying about the surroundings. Serai-san is also used to riding behind me, showing no signs of discomfort even at high speeds.
Alright, let's race to our destination like this.
..
Exiting the highway and passing through the city, we ascend gradually into a dense forest area where glimpses of fields can be seen, finally spotting the signboard for the airsoft field and turning onto the side road.
[Vwaaan, Vwaaan! Uvoovo]
The side road we entered from the paved forest road is a gravel path with an upward slope. Carefully balancing, we climb up, and along the overgrown roadside, several cars are parked, almost as if they were hiding among the weeds.
"So, what do you think, Jung? Can we handle this somehow?"
"Yeah, Admiral. Most likely, these monsters came from the first floor of the dungeon, maybe even as deep as the third floor. Depending on their numbers, I don't think we'll struggle too much."
"Sorry to ask, but could you help us exterminate them? This place belongs to my friend, and we're renting it at a low price."
"I see, either way, we also have business with plant-type monsters. So you can rest assured."
"Oh, that's a relief. There's poor reception here, so we can't even contact the police."
Huh, poor reception? Oh, Shark's calls must have been lucky to get through.
"But hey, you two came empty-handed. You don't even have weapons, right? What are you gonna do going in unarmed?"
While receiving treatment from Sekai-san, Shark pouted as she looked at our unarmed selves.
"Hehehe, Shark. My specialty isn't just slime Behold, my Salt! Techsetter!! (Shoooom!)"
Previously, I had to meditate and connect with the Salt God to don the holy salt vestments, Seien Cross, which I couldn't do without channeling the Salt God. But now, the Salt God, Saltarou, resides in my heart. Thus, I can easily summon the holy salt armor, Seien Cross, like this.
"Ahh could that be! The armor Sandra-san wore!!"
Ah, come to think of it, I've never summoned the Seien Cross outside of that time.
"Hehehe well, yeah. Both the Pixise and Seien Cross, I lent them to Mei."
"Hehe, hey sensei, can I?"
"Sure thing Behold, my Salt! Techsetter!! (Shoooom!)"
"Ah! Ah!? Machi too, seriously?! Unfair!!"
Not only me but also Serai-san shines in the salt armor, and Shark starts clamoring with envy.
"Jung! Come on, please!!"
"It's better for you to hold off on that, Shark."
"Eh?! Why can't I do it?! It's not fair!"
"Well, because you're covered in wounds and sweating. This Seien Cross is made of salt. If you wear it in your current condition, it'll seep into your wounds."
"Ugh!?"
Yes, the Seien Cross is sturdy and robust. However, its composition is salt, NaCl. Therefore, it melts slightly upon contact with sweat and seeps heavily into wounds.
"Damn it got it! Let's hurry up and defeat them! Can you burn them down with a Fire Wand?"
"No, we don't have a Fire Wand. And using fireballs in this forest would be a bad idea. What if it causes a fire?"
"Aww, then what do we do?! Those Kung Fu Bamboos are really tough!"
"Kung Fu Bamboos? Ah, you mean the bamboo plant-type monsters. Well, we'll figure out weapons after confirming the monsters. Let's go check them out."
"Ugh, are you sure it'll be okay?"
Yeah, Shark has only seen the [Salt] skill used in cooking, so she doesn't understand the full power of the skill yet. But it's okay. She'll understand soon enough. Please look forward to it.
Hehehe
Chapter 162:The Return Of The Holy Salt ArmoriesSpeeding along, we race straight towards Chiba.I'm a bit worried about Shark's safety, but at the same time, I'm not too concerned. That's because Shark, despite being a high school girl, has an extraordinary amount of guts and determination for her size. I personally trained her body through slime training and gained combat experience in dungeons to toughen herself up.With Shark powered up like this, even facing two or three goblins at once, she shouldn't fall behind like beforeVaaan! Vaaan!The bike roars with an exhaust note that echoes like a roar, accelerating with a growl.Yeah, there's a moment for otaku, you know? It's like a dream shift. Even ordinary people sometimes feel like they've become the protagonist of a movie or drama for a moment. It's like that.For otaku, this kind of thing happens quite frequently.Because otaku are unbalanced beings with adult bodies and childlike minds. In other words, they often get absorbed in role-playing like children engrossed in pretend play.I'm no exception, especially when I'm fighting monsters in dungeons. I immerse myself in feelings like being an emperor of the universe, a master martial artist, or a superhero. But it's not just during dungeon fights.For me, it happens when I'm riding a bike like this.Vaaaaan! Vaaaan!The high-pitched tone and vibration of the internal combustion engine operate at high speeds. The scenery passed by rapidly. The suspension bounced with the slight distortions of the asphalt, tires bouncing around.In this mixed-up world, I focus my nerves solely on the direction ahead and drive the bike. It's just the unity with the bike running at full throttle.No ego, no thoughts. Just a condensed time that sharpens.Immersing myself in this elongated moment, my heart races. My mind exhilarates at the sensation of leaving behind sound and time, as my spirit rises and surges.And it's not just because of the pressure I feel on my back from Sekai-san's breasts.Then, various characters descend into my mind, typical of an otaku's nature. When riding a bike, it's usually ace pilots from robot anime. They come down, uttering iconic lines with determined faces, then vanish from my mind.And yet, I realized I wasn't feeling the intense wind pressure I usually do.Feeling suspicious, I sensed the Pixie Queen's response in my mind. It seems like she's also caught up in my heightened mental state and is frolicking about.Is this wind magic or something?Even when I lift my body slightly, there's still minimal wind resistance. The reduced wind pressure not only makes it easier to ride without hiding behind the fairings but also lightens the load on the bike itself, making the engine sound remarkably light.Hmm, this is helpful!Luckily, the highway is clear, and we can speed without worrying about the surroundings. Serai-san is also used to riding behind me, showing no signs of discomfort even at high speeds.Alright, let's race to our destination like this...Exiting the highway and passing through the city, we ascend gradually into a dense forest area where glimpses of fields can be seen, finally spotting the signboard for the airsoft field and turning onto the side road.Vwaaan, Vwaaan! UvoovoThe side road we entered from the paved forest road is a gravel path with an upward slope. Carefully balancing, we climb up, and along the overgrown roadside, several cars are parked, almost as if they were hiding among the weeds."So, what do you think, Jung? Can we handle this somehow?""Yeah, Admiral. Most likely, these monsters came from the first floor of the dungeon, maybe even as deep as the third floor. Depending on their numbers, I don't think we'll struggle too much.""Sorry to ask, but could you help us exterminate them? This place belongs to my friend, and we're renting it at a low price.""I see, either way, we also have business with plant-type monsters. So you can rest assured.""Oh, that's a relief. There's poor reception here, so we can't even contact the police."Huh, poor reception? Oh, Shark's calls must have been lucky to get through."But hey, you two came empty-handed. You don't even have weapons, right? What are you gonna do going in unarmed?"While receiving treatment from Sekai-san, Shark pouted as she looked at our unarmed selves."Hehehe, Shark. My specialty isn't just slime Behold, my Salt! Techsetter!! Shoooom!"Previously, I had to meditate and connect with the Salt God to don the holy salt vestments, Seien Cross, which I couldn't do without channeling the Salt God. But now, the Salt God, Saltarou, resides in my heart. Thus, I can easily summon the holy salt armor, Seien Cross, like this."Ahh could that be! The armor Sandra-san wore!!"Ah, come to think of it, I've never summoned the Seien Cross outside of that time."Hehehe well, yeah. Both the Pixise and Seien Cross, I lent them to Mei.""Hehe, hey sensei, can I?""Sure thing Behold, my Salt! Techsetter!! Shoooom!""Ah! Ah!? Machi too, seriously?! Unfair!!"Not only me but also Serai-san shines in the salt armor, and Shark starts clamoring with envy."Jung! Come on, please!!""It's better for you to hold off on that, Shark.""Eh?! Why can't I do it?! It's not fair!""Well, because you're covered in wounds and sweating. This Seien Cross is made of salt. If you wear it in your current condition, it'll seep into your wounds.""Ugh!?"Yes, the Seien Cross is sturdy and robust. However, its composition is salt, NaCl. Therefore, it melts slightly upon contact with sweat and seeps heavily into wounds."Damn it got it! Let's hurry up and defeat them! Can you burn them down with a Fire Wand?""No, we don't have a Fire Wand. And using fireballs in this forest would be a bad idea. What if it causes a fire?""Aww, then what do we do?! Those Kung Fu Bamboos are really tough!""Kung Fu Bamboos? Ah, you mean the bamboo plant-type monsters. Well, we'll figure out weapons after confirming the monsters. Let's go check them out.""Ugh, are you sure it'll be okay?"Yeah, Shark has only seen the Salt skill used in cooking, so she doesn't understand the full power of the skill yet. But it's okay. She'll understand soon enough. Please look forward to it.Hehehe
