You approach her, and the woman looks at you in despair. She spits out a poisoned bullet from her modified mouth, but it strikes your helmet visor without even a scratch.

You raised the knife, then brought it down, giving her a swift and painless end.

"Next, it's your turn, isn't it?"

[You continue your ascent into the sky. The previous chase only consumed less than a tenth of your mana; your reserves are still plentiful.]

[You unusually didn't reuse the eight steel tentacles underground, mainly because you were afraid of the Octopus King, that pervert who likes male soccer... her steel tentacles would be filthy!]

If you feel uncomfortable about it, it's better to just give up.

Beside a mountain of garbage, you see the "Mountain Digger King."

He was the first "trash king" you offended, but you only learned what he really looked like at this moment.

"Whose power is this?"

[The "Mountain Digger King," his "exoskeleton" is practically a mecha in terms of size; his body, including his circulatory system, is integrated with this heavy engineering machine modeled after an excavator.]

[Standing over thirty meters tall, with two giant excavating arms, a massive drilling bit at the front, and a composite track structure capable of walking and standing... it gives off the impression of an industrial monster!]

It's unbelievable that a mere foreign operator could so skillfully control such a behemoth.

[The functionality of this heavy object is... 87 points!]

"The victor is king, the loser is villain." The Mountain King, like a small mountain, strode towards you, his massive excavating arm clearing away a patch of trash in his path: "I don't know where you come from, but as the last king of District 612, I will never yield to you!"

You ask curiously, "Shouldn't there be one more? I remember I only killed four, and the last one was taken out by your infighting?"

"He's not the King of Trash, just a trash merchant." The Mountain Digging King shook his head: "Come... let's fight!"

The result was, of course, a crushing defeat.

[The "Mighty Warrior Armor" worn by the Mountain-Digging King is indeed formidable, possessing immense strength, capable of destroying concrete and steel buildings as easily as crushing tofu.]

But it's too bulky and too slow.

[In less than two seconds, you breached all defenses, rushed past his two massive excavator arms, and landed on the roof of the vehicle.]

You kick open the steel door and stand before his half-human torso. His exoskeleton, towering at 2.65 meters, means the Mountain Digger's upper body only reaches your thigh.

Death was so close that, just seconds before, the Mountain King had been incredibly defiant, but now he was filled with terror.

He looked up at you: "Why: Why did you attack my dog ​​in the first place... We could have been friends."

He seemed to have grasped at his last hope, his voice tinged with pleading: "Can we...can we go back to the beginning?"

"That's a strange statement."

The Mountain-Digging King pleaded, "Let bygones be bygones, I am willing to obey you..."

"Isn't it too late to say the first step was wrong once you've already won the battle?"

You shake your head: "Besides... even if you hadn't offended me, you still deserve to die."

[The Mountain King lost control, going berserk: "Why...why!?"]

"It's not like I'm the only one. There are plenty of people far worse than me on this land, on this abandoned mining planet! Why don't you punish the others? Why?!"

"Because I didn't see it, because I'm lazy," you honestly replied. "Eliminating evil is something I can do, not a job I'm obligated to do."

[You point your left palm at his head: "You're unlucky to have run into me."]

The King of Mountain Digging Has Fallen.

[Twenty-odd days ago, the death of the Mad Rhino King did not cause much of a stir. After the Motorbike King seized his Iron Bull Armor remains the very next day, the storm that was about to break seemed to have subsided.]

In the two weeks that followed, the Mad Rhino King's subordinates either dispersed or were recruited by other trash kings, and no fierce fighting broke out in District 612.

But six days ago, you appeared.

In just six days... or more accurately, in just these two hours today, five of the six kings have fallen!

[While you were dismantling "Libatian," you heard a faint noise behind you.]

[He turned around, waited quietly for about half a minute, and saw the helicopter arrive. A well-dressed man in a suit stepped out.]

He bows gracefully to you: "Greetings, new king of District 612."

You countered with, "Who are you?"

"As you can see, I am the last 'Garbage King' in District 612. You can call me the 'Debt King.'" The Debt King smiled. "I came with good intentions."

"I am not involved in the management of the garbage area, nor will I encroach on your rights and territory. I am here simply to establish a cooperative relationship with you."

You shook your head, gathering information in the future to determine his character.

[He leaped forward, his tall armor bowing as he looked down at the man, a steel arm grabbing his right shoulder.]

"I've already got five kills in a row, do you think I'll let you, the last monster, go?"

"You may not know this..."

[Click.]

His calm, smiling face was contorted by the fractured shoulder bone, disbelief flashed in his eyes, and he screamed, "You, you, you! Behind me is—"

The sword on his other arm sliced ​​across his throat.

The screams were drowned out by the blood bubbles.

You shake your head regretfully: "I didn't hear you clearly."

[The debt king fell, his eyes still wide open even in death.]

[Thus, the six kings perished.]

[On this day, the crimson cloak fluttered throughout the junkyard as the remaining thugs and gangsters were wiped out. The fight was so fierce that even the exoskeleton showed signs of wear and tear.]

Your reputation as the "Red-Cloaked Ranger" has become renowned far and wide!

"I've already completed this server. Should I switch to another server and go fight monsters somewhere else?" You pondered quietly, then stopped thinking about it too much. You decided to leave tomorrow's problems for tomorrow and go home to rest for today.

[By the way, you also collected some metal materials and made a device like a baby walker.]

[In the afternoon, you return to the siblings' little house, feeling as if in a dream—just a moment ago you were battling kings in a wasteland filled with garbage, and now you're back in a little house in the slums...]

"Is this the kind of fantastical daily life of Japanese junior and senior high school students who, as the saying goes, fight monsters while attending school?"

[On September 17th, a major upheaval occurred in District 612. Xu Wen is taking you deep into the garbage dump to search for treasure: "Have you heard? In the past few days, a mysterious expert calling himself the Red-Cloaked Ranger has appeared here, and he's been taunting all the garbage kings like a madman!"]

"I heard he's a really handsome guy."