[Female Shogi Player: She's so cute!]
[Part-Time Warrior: Pointed ears... could she be an elf too?]
[Part-Time Warrior: But seriously, she's really adorable!]
[Elf Sister: I'm not sure if she's an elf. Compared to us, her ears are much longer—but that kind of beauty... even among elves, few could compare.]
With Elf Yamada's sudden appearance, everyone in the live broadcast turned their attention toward her.
While the female members were focused on her charming looks, the male members were more interested in the mysterious spatial rift she emerged from.
[2.5 Satoru: Is that a spatial gateway?]
[Mirror Flower Moon Shadow: If I'm not mistaken, that should be a Cross-Realm Portal—something created using a Cross-Realm Teleportation token. It connects two entirely different universes. How fascinating.]
[Demon Lord at Work: It's similar to my GATE ability, but my GATE can't cross universes.]
[Uchiha Dance King: A power akin to space-time ninjutsu, perhaps...]
[Muscle God: The real question is—who is this little girl? Isn't it dangerous for her to appear before Adam like this?]
[Phone Hero: Based on what Million-Word Author and Kashiwagi Eri said earlier, could this girl actually be the Million-Word Author?]
[Phone Hero: But how? A single Cross-Realm Token costs a thousand points...]
Aletia and the others, who were also in the live stream, didn't bother answering the old members' questions. They simply watched in silence—true bystanders enjoying the show.
However, their confusion didn't last long. Soon enough, the conversation between Elf Yamada and Adam explained everything.
...
"You are...?"
Adam's eyes widened in awe as he looked at the proud blonde girl standing before him.
The two women he had been holding moments earlier were indeed pretty—but compared to this little girl, they were nothing more than cheap imitations.
Since Adam had never used a Cross-Realm Token himself, he had no idea what a dimensional gateway looked like. As such, he didn't realize Elf Yamada had come from another universe.
But as someone who had read countless web novels and watched many anime, he recognized what a space portal looked like.
He assumed she was simply an esper who had awakened some kind of space manipulation ability.
Though Elf Yamada appeared young—barely looking sixteen—Adam knew that "legal lolis" with youthful appearances were not uncommon, so he didn't question her age.
Still, her outfit and elegant Gothic-Lolita style gave him a strange sense of familiarity, as if he'd seen her somewhere before. Yet, he couldn't quite recall where.
"My lady, may I ask why you've come looking for me? And... have we met before?"
Adam withdrew his hands from the two girls beside him, stood up from the sofa, and approached Elf Yamada with a self-assured smile he thought was irresistibly charming.
By now, the two girls no longer held his interest—his attention was fully on Elf Yamada. His only thought was how to win her over... perhaps even make her part of his "collection."
"Hmph. Listen up," Elf Yamada said coldly, crossing her arms and glaring down at him as if he were a pile of garbage. "I'm Elf Yamada—the Million-Word Author from the chat group. Didn't you say you wanted me to come hammer you to death? Well, I'm here now."
"So it's you! No wonder you looked familiar."
Adam finally realized why she seemed so recognizable—she was a character he had seen in an anime back in his original world.
Only, the real Elf Yamada before him was far more stunning than her fictional counterpart.
Then, memories of how Elf Yamada had joined Eriri and the others in ridiculing him in the chat resurfaced, reigniting the fury he had tried to suppress.
"Hmph. I don't know how you managed to come here, but do you really think a weak mortal like you can harm me?"
Adam's eyes darkened with hatred. Slowly, his lips twisted upward into a lewd, predatory grin.
"Hmph, it's good you came. I was just wondering how to deal with you people. Don't worry—I'll make sure you're properly entertained."
Adam cracked his knuckles as he strode toward Elf Yamada, already fantasizing about how he would "discipline" her afterward.
[Part-Time Warrior: Oh no, the Million-Word Author's in danger! Adam, stop right there!]
[Female Shogi Player: What do we do? Isn't there anything the stronger members can do to help her?]
[2.5 Satoru: There's no way. We don't have enough points to buy a Cross-Realm Token—and even if we did, we'd need permission from the target world's system.]
[2.5 Satoru: But don't worry. If she dared to come face-to-face with Adam alone, she must be confident in her strength.]
[Muscle God: Agreed. She doesn't strike me as someone foolish enough to walk into danger without preparation.]
[Part-Time Warrior: I really hope so... Please, don't let anything bad happen!]
While Nanami Aoyama, Keika Kiyotaki, and the others watched anxiously, Elf Yamada merely smirked, her confidence radiating.
Then, she raised her right hand—her small, delicate fingers curling into what appeared to be a frail fist.
"Foolish man! Let me show you the power of my God Punch!"
After shouting the name in true chuunibyou fashion, Elf Yamada swung her fist through the air.
A split second later, her attack landed—without even touching Adam.
BAM!
It was as if a truck had slammed directly into his face. Adam's body spun violently as he was sent flying backward at breakneck speed.
Everything in his path—the sofa, furniture, and even decorations—was shattered to pieces.
His body finally crashed into the far wall with such force that the entire mansion trembled from the impact.
But instead of breaking through, Adam's body embedded itself into the wall in the shape of a spread-eagle, motionless.
Seeing this, the two women who had been lounging beside him screamed in terror and bolted from the room, running for their lives.
Elf Yamada didn't spare them a glance. Her goal was Adam—and only Adam.
Meanwhile, the livestream viewers were stunned into silence.
[Part-Time Warrior: W-What... Am I dreaming?]
[Female Shogi Player: Incredible!]
[Elf Sister: That strength... She sent him flying that far with a single punch?!]
[2.5 Satoru: I knew it. She wouldn't have confronted him unless she had the power to back it up.]
[2.5 Satoru: But I'm curious—why is her power level listed as only Level 1, Stage 2 in the system? There's no way someone of that tier could throw a punch like that.]
[Uchiha Dance King: That physical power surpasses most elite jinin I've seen. To think that brat's that strong... Adam, don't tell me you're going to lose so easily.]
[Part-Time Warrior: Lose? You mean this disgusting creep deserves worse!]
[Mirror Flower Moon Shadow: For her power to be classified as Level 1, Stage 2 while also being able to freely use Cross-Realm Teleportation... It's clear the chat system is hiding many secrets.]
[Demon Lord at Work: Of course it is. Ever since you newcomers joined, the system's been acting strange.]
[Demon Lord at Work: My guess? Kashiwagi Eri's not an ordinary person—and neither are the Million-Word Author or those twenty or so silent new members. They're definitely not mere newbies.]
[Phone Hero: I agree.]
While the chat exploded in shock over Elf Yamada's display of strength, she had already walked over to the wall where Adam's body was half-buried.
He hung upside down, his face grotesquely swollen and disfigured from the impact.
Most of his teeth had been knocked out, his nose broken, and blood poured freely from his mouth and nostrils.
"How's that? My God Punch isn't bad, huh?"
Elf Yamada placed her hands on her hips and smiled proudly from two meters away.
"You... how... are you this strong...?"
Adam's voice trembled as he stared at her with fear-filled eyes, his speech slurred and broken.
Elf Yamada's first punch hadn't just ruined Adam's face—it had shattered his entire body. Agonizing pain wracked every inch of him; he couldn't even twitch a finger, let alone pull himself free from the wall.
He tried desperately to use his chat group points to heal his injuries or at least numb the pain.
But to his horror, he found that his hard-earned three hundred points were completely unusable.
"Is that all it takes to call you 'strong'?" Elf Yamada said casually. "You should be grateful—I had to hold back a lot to make sure you didn't die from just one punch."
Her relaxed tone didn't convince anyone in the chat—or Adam himself.
"Anyway, there's no point in talking to garbage like you. I came here for one reason—to hammer you to death. Now, prepare yourself for my Multi God Punch!"
With a swift motion, Elf Yamada reached out toward him, her dainty hand clenching the air.
A burst of force yanked Adam out of the wall like a ragdoll.
Without hesitation, she realigned his position and swung her fist again—another invisible strike that landed squarely on his face.
At the same time, she muttered angrily under her breath:
"That's for talking trash about Eriri-nee!"
The blow sent Adam spinning through the air once more, slamming him toward the opposite side of the villa.
Before he could even hit the wall, Elf Yamada appeared in front of it, her small figure flickering across space in an instant.
"And that's for having thoughts about Eriri-nee!"
Another blow landed.
Adam's body reversed direction violently, hurtling across the room again.
For the next several minutes, his body flew back and forth through the villa's living room, never once touching the ground.
Elf Yamada's petite figure blinked across the room repeatedly, intercepting him each time with another bone-crushing strike.
The only sounds filling the air were the explosive shockwaves of her punches and Adam's body crashing through furniture—punctuated by her angry muttering with every hit.
After more than ten minutes of this relentless beating, Elf Yamada finally ended it.
She launched one last punch from midair, sending Adam's body crashing into the ground. The impact left a crater in the villa floor.
Adam's miserable life ended in that instant.
His corpse was unrecognizable—his face a pulpy mess, his entire skeleton reduced to shards. Blood splattered across every corner of the once-luxurious living room.
Not a single drop touched Elf Yamada. Hovering a few inches above the ground, she had avoided the blood entirely.
"Finally... I've avenged Eriri-nee."
Elf Yamada exhaled softly, turned away from the mangled body, and faced the livestream camera.
With a bright smile, she flashed a peace sign and winked.
However, to many of the viewers, that adorable gesture was anything but cute.
[Part-Time Warrior: T-That was terrifying...]
[Elf Sister: So brutal...!]
[Female Shogi Player: That was... too much. I could barely keep watching.]
[2.5 Satoru: Oh my... what an incredible little girl.]
[Arima Kousei: Adam-kun...]
For Nanami Aoyama, Keika Kiyotaki, and the other members from the peaceful everyday worlds, the past ten minutes had been nothing short of psychological torture.
Thankfully, the broadcast hadn't shown anything like intestines or exposed bones. Otherwise, several of them would have vomited on the spot.
Even so, many were pale and trembling, unable to process what they'd just seen.
Arima Kousei, however, looked upon Adam's mangled corpse with mixed emotions. Despite Adam's vile behavior, he couldn't fully despise him.
After all, Adam had genuinely helped him before. He couldn't bring himself to forget that kindness.
But remembering Elf Yamada's overwhelming strength, he swallowed his resentment and said nothing.
For those from more battle-hardened worlds—like Sadao Maou, Madara Uchiha, and Aizen—the scene was tame. They had seen far worse.
Still, the fact that such a massacre had been carried out by an adorable little girl left them deeply impressed.
And as for why Elf Yamada could deliver such a merciless beating with a calm face—well, that was thanks to Eriri's training.
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