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For Hiroshi, Madam Herta was an immensely important person. If she hadn't taken him in back then, he would have died out in the cold cosmos long ago. Moreover, after that, Madam Herta had always been very good to him. So no matter what, he couldn't just abandon her.
Seeing him completely ignore the potential for soul damage and agree without hesitation, Screwllum fell silent beneath his mechanical visage for a moment before elegantly nodding. "Appreciation: Your courage is admirable. If you are prepared, please step onto the transmission platform."
Following the direction of Screwllum's black-gloved hand, Hiroshi saw the triangular Simulated Universe terminal standing directly before him. Strange streams of light constantly converged at its center. Before it, a circular platform about two meters in size erupted with a brilliant azure glow—the entrance.
Hiroshi strode up the steps. Screwllum initiated the sequence, once again earnestly cautioning him. "Remember, although the enemies within are virtual, they still pose a significant threat to you. Your task is to avoid them as much as possible and rendezvous with Madam Herta. That way, this minor issue can be resolved."
Hiroshi nodded solemnly. "Understood, Mr. Screwllum. Rescuing Madam Herta is the top priority!"
Screwllum was taken aback. Had the boy only absorbed the part about the rescue, despite all the outlined dangers? He hoped Hiroshi truly understood. With a slight shake of his head, Screwllum activated the transmission.
Three seconds later, with a whoosh, Hiroshi's entire body turned a pale blue, became transparent, and scattered into a string of data that was sucked into the machine.
When he opened his eyes again, Hiroshi found himself on a sealed-off street. Snowflakes drifted continuously from the sky, the ground was covered in ice, and he was boxed in by walls four meters high. Patrolling ahead were two monsters: Everwinter Shadewalkers. One was encased in ice, the other wreathed in flames.
Hiroshi hid around a corner. There were no branching alleys and the gate behind him was sealed. The only choice was to fight. He took a deep breath and summoned the Demon Blade Thousand Blades from his system space. As he gripped the hilt, his hand betrayed a slight tremor. This was his first real combat.
Come on, calm down! You can do this!
He stepped out. Upon seeing him, the two monsters let out bestial roars and charged with axes raised. Hiroshi focused on the flaming monster in the rear. He had to take one out by surprise. He narrowed his eyes and activated Teleportation.
He appeared instantly before the flaming construct, thrusting the blade fiercely at its throat.
Clang!
The strike hit, but the monster's vitality exceeded his expectations. The blade only went halfway in. Meanwhile, the monster in the front had turned around, swinging its heavy axe toward Hiroshi's neck. He was pinned.
Hiroshi had two choices: dodge and face both at once, or commit. He chose to commit. He violently pushed the hilt forward with his palm while simultaneously commanding the blade to shatter and extend. The fragments tore through the monster's throat, and it dissipated into ash.
However, the second axe arrived right on schedule. Hiroshi threw his body backward, raising the separated guard of his blade to block his neck. He successfully deflected the axe, but the blade grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep, stinging wound.
He rolled to his feet, facing the last remaining construct. Though injured, a faint smile appeared on his face. This was much better than a pincer attack. He reformed the blade and feinted a horizontal slash. The monster raised its axe to cleave his skull, but Hiroshi was looking past its neck, toward the ground behind it.
Teleportation triggered again.
Hiroshi appeared behind the monster, driving the blade into its spine with every ounce of strength. Again, it only penetrated two-thirds of the way. But Hiroshi had anticipated this.
"Thousand Blades Break!"
The fragments inside the monster began to churn and tear wildly within its core. No matter how hard the outer shell was, the interior was vulnerable. Seconds later, the construct collapsed and dissipated, leaving only a single shimmering key behind.
Hiroshi exhaled, his heart hammering against his ribs. He had won. The training with Arlan was finally paying off.
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