Chapter 6 The Troupe Leader of Meteor City 06 (That guy has been edited...)
Her long blonde hair billowed in the wind, and the girl was like a rabbit suddenly leaping out of the grass, moving so fast that it was almost impossible for the naked eye to catch her movements.
With just a few simple leaps, she darted up behind Uvogin.
Unlike his previous opponents, Uvogin's reaction speed was much faster.
As Ayana charged toward him, Uvogin sensed her with a beast-like instinct.
But simply capturing it is not enough.
Ayana leaped into the air, concentrating all her strength in her legs, and smashed them down toward Uvogin's massive head, but the latter was not so easily struck.
Uvogin grabbed Ayana's ankle, forcefully blocking the powerful attack.
He clicked his tongue, his eyebrows shot up unfriendly, and his features scrunched up as he asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Where did you come from, little rabbit?"
Uvogin was enormous, almost twice the size of Ayana. He lifted Ayana by the ankle, scanning her from head to toe, a disdainful snort escaping his nose as he spoke casually.
"I'm in a good mood today and I'm too lazy to argue with you. Go back to where you came from."
Uvogin paused there.
He deliberately tightened his grip, squeezing Ayana's ankle so hard that it left red marks.
Although Ayana tried to endure it, painful sobs still escaped from her throat.
This made Uvogin very proud. He shook Ayana, clearly not taking her seriously at all: "You little rabbit are about to get a good lesson from me."
"This is simply courting death!"
Franklin's face rarely showed anger. He stared intently at Ayana, who was being lifted into the air, wanting to rush out of the garbage mountain, but Kuroro held him back.
The boy's usual gentle expression was replaced by seriousness. He reached out and half-grabbed Franklin's wrist, preventing him from intervening in the fight. His dark eyes didn't spare a single glance for Franklin, but stared intently at the two people on top of another garbage mountain, his voice deep and resonant.
"Wait here and see."
The boy's voice, though still somewhat childish, held an unyielding strength that brooked no resistance or questioning. A leader's aura emanated from him, and his commanding tone commanded obedience. Franklin hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to remain where he was.
Ayana gasped, ignoring the pain in her foot, her eyes rapidly searching for a way to break through Uvogin's body.
The powerful amplification not only increased Ayana's combat strength, but also accelerated her brain's processing speed. At this moment, she was not like a human, but more like a wild beast from the jungle, born with the instinct to kill and fight.
These kinds of wild beasts don't miss any movement, nor do they attack rashly.
They will first use some methods to attract the opponent's attention and make the opponent lower their guard, and then slowly and methodically seize the best opportunity to strike, just to defeat the opponent in the shortest time, tear off the opponent's skin, and break the opponent's throat.
Found it.
Ayana suddenly hugged Uvogin's legs tightly and bit them directly with her teeth.
She bit down very hard, and with the added amplification effect, she actually tore off a piece of Uvogin's skin.
Blood gushed from the wound, and Uvogin felt a sharp pain in his leg. His gaze instinctively fell downwards, and his hands unconsciously softened their grip.
Ayana found an opportunity and slipped away from Uvogin.
It's not over yet.
She braced herself on the ground with one hand, wrapped her legs around Wojkin's waist, and held him firmly in place. Then, using Wojkin's waist as leverage, she straightened her body, clenched her fist, and delivered a solid punch to him.
She then immediately released her legs, and her feet returned to the ground.
Uvogin was knocked back several steps by the punch, and his left cheek was visibly swollen.
His mouth was filled with the taste of rust, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
“Looks like you’re not a little rabbit.” Uvogin wiped the blood from his mouth with his thumb, then spat out another mouthful of blood. Although his tone still carried the same disdainful mockery, his eyes were much more serious. “You’re a leopard cub that’s still growing.”
"I'm not a leopard cub."
The girl, dressed in a light blue long gown, glared at Uvogin with hostility, her heart burning with anger, and demanded, "So, you're the one who beat up Kuroro?"
"Kuroro?" Uvogin raised an eyebrow, thought for a second or two, and then suddenly realized, "Oh, you're here to avenge that brat."
He had an arrogant and unreasonable air about him. As if recalling something, he deliberately showed a satisfied expression: "That kid was pretty tough. What, are you tougher than him?"
The next second, warm blood gushed out from Uvogin's shoulder.
Ayana was furious.
She's such a cute and sensible little darling!
I was beaten to tears by this bastard!
Ayana seized the moment when Uvogin was in pain and attacked him relentlessly. Because of her speed, Uvogin could not see her movements or body clearly, and could only vaguely see the ends of her light golden hair repeatedly flashing past his sight.
Once, twice, three times,...
No matter how strong Uvogin's muscles were or how robust his physique was, he could not withstand such frequent and continuous attacks.
His exposed skin gradually turned blue and purple, with almost no intact areas. His whole body was in unbearable pain, and Uvogin let out a deafening roar from his throat, like the howl of a wild beast.
Dark red blood crawled from Ayana's ears to her neck, and a sharp pain shot through her ears. Only then did she realize that her eardrums had ruptured.
Uvogin was a formidable opponent; he was like a wild and untamed beast that would never bow down and admit defeat.
The only way is to completely defeat him.
Ayana made up her mind. Ignoring the intense pain in her ear, she struck Uvogin hard in the abdomen with her elbow, forcing him to bend over in pain.
With her fists clenched, Ayana leaped into the air and delivered a powerful blow to Uvogin's head.
The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
"Defeated...defeated?" The swordsman stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his mouth trembling. He swallowed hard, pointed at the two people not far away, and asked again, "Really defeated?"
Franklin was equally incredulous at what he was seeing. He tried to make a sound, but his voice was too weak from shock to utter more than a few short monosyllables. He could only nod, which was his way of responding to the knight-errant.
Kuroro's reaction differed from both of theirs.
He first showed a relieved expression, then his smile vanished instantly. His dark eyes silently gazed at the girl, their color deep and intense, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Seeing the girl walking towards him, Kuroro's face lit up with a smile again. The smile was bright and genuine, making his face glow.
He looked at Ayana with his dark, bright eyes, his tone sincere and earnest.
"You're amazing, is he dead?"
Statements that contradict the tone and manner of the speech.
[Host injury detected. Would you like to use points to redeem a healing potion?]
The healing potion costs 30 points; you only need to redeem one bottle.
Ayana promptly exchanged for a healing potion, but did not use it immediately.
After all, all three of them had seen that she was injured, so she still had to keep up the act.
“He shouldn’t be dead.” She felt that Kuroro’s question was a bit strange, but she couldn’t figure out why. “His constitution is different from ordinary people. He’s not that easy to die. He just fainted temporarily.”
Ayana then asked, "Do you want him to die?"
A subtle emotion flickered across Kuroro's brow, but it vanished in an instant; he immediately shook his head. "No, I just..."
The blood from the ruptured eardrum flowed down her cheeks to her neck and then to her collar; some of the blood had even congealed.
"Does it hurt?" The knight squeezed through the crowd, eagerly getting close to Ayana. He cupped Ayana's cheeks in his hands, his green eyes looking her up and down with concern. "Is your ear hurt?"
Kuroro's smile froze.
"It's alright." Ayana wasn't used to such close contact and didn't know how to refuse, so she just stood there blankly, awkwardly changing the subject, "Compared to... compared to this, where can we grow things?"
“It’s nearby.” Franklin took a few steps forward. “Follow me.”
Looking around, the garbage almost completely covered the ground, stretching outwards endlessly, with no end in sight.
The smell of rotting food, the odor of vomit, and even the smell of excrement from unidentified organisms fermented in the air.
It's hard to imagine where anything can grow in such a place.
Ayana pinched her nose, wondering to herself if the system had lost its mind to issue this task.
[Host, please watch your words. I can hear you.]
As soon as the system finished speaking, a strange scene unfolded.
The branches clinging to the garbage stretched out like snakes, peeking out from narrow gaps. The pale red petals looked strangely colored under the fumes of the garbage, and the branches were twisted due to malnutrition, yet they exuded a faint vitality.
It was a flower.
Due to severe malnutrition, it was impossible to identify its variety. With only a few petals left, it looked withered and ugly, struggling to survive alone in the garbage dump.
Like the children of Meteor City, they seek survival amidst despair.
“If you’re looking for suitable land to grow crops, then it should be the soil under this guy,” Franklin said, scratching his face.
Ayana asked, somewhat puzzled, "This guy?"
“Yes, we all call this thing ‘this guy’!” The knight grinned, his eyes sparkling with a kaleidoscope of colors. “Even though we don’t know what it is, this thing is one of the few things worth seeing here!”
[Task completed, reward 100 points.]
[New Mission: Successfully plant and harvest potatoes. Item [Potato Seeds] has been issued.]
"Do you want to plant something?" Kuroro finally spoke.
He walked up to Ayana, subtly obscuring the swordsman so that Ayana could only see him.
The boy was pale, thin, with bluish veins bulging on his arms, and his eyes held an indescribable emotion as he asked.
"Can we leave this guy here?"
Whether intentional or not, the tone was perfectly controlled, causing ripples in Ayana's heart and making her feel a little pain.
A sudden tingling sensation ran through her heart, and Ayana smiled, readily agreeing, "No problem."
The light blond boy, oblivious to the awkwardness, came closer again, his round eyes full of curiosity. "What are you going to plant?"
The boy stared at Ayana with a strange look, tilted his head, put a finger to his lips, and a question mark seemed to appear above his head: "This is the first time I've ever seen anyone want to plant something here. Can it really survive?"
The little hamster meant no harm, but it made Ayana immediately deflate.
The environment here perfectly embodies the three elements of dirt, disorder, and poor conditions.
Leaving aside whether the potatoes can actually survive, just cleaning up all the garbage on this piece of land will take a lot of time and effort.
She remained noncommittal, her voice sounding somewhat dejected: "I don't know either."
"How will you know if you don't try?" Kuroro's gaze was like slowly flowing water, and the lines of his mouth were very gentle as he encouraged, "If you give up before you even try, you'll never succeed."
"You too, chivalrous one, don't be so quick to dampen my spirits." The black pupils suddenly shifted their gaze to the blond boy, and although there was no change in tone, a chilling aura emanated from him.
The swordsman felt something was off, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. He turned away, dismissing his question, and gave the two a big smile, his voice sweet as he replied.
"Okay, good luck! I'll help too."
When the swordsman smiles, his two rows of teeth are revealed, making it even more obvious that he is missing a front tooth, which makes him look a bit silly and cute like a fool.
Ayana loves this soft and cuddly cuteness.
She opened the shop, ignoring the points price, and bought the hamster skin on the spot, intending to put it on the hero, but then heard the system's cold voice.
[The "Good Boy" appearance is only available to "Good Boys" characters; the "Hero" appearance is not included in the "Good Boy" list.]
Ayana, unwilling to give up, browsed through the regular clothing section, but didn't find any animal outfits as cute as those in the "Good Boy" appearance interface.
This left her somewhat disappointed, and she reluctantly tried to get the system to make an exception.
To protect the status of the "good boy," this is a matter of principle that cannot be compromised!
Please focus on raising your obedient child and do not be distracted!
Ayana felt a sense of helplessness, unsure where to even begin to complain.
She thought for a moment, quickly glanced at the swordsman's clothes, casually bought two purple outfits from the shop, pretended to take them out of her backpack, and handed them to the swordsman with a smile.
"This is for you. I think you would look great in purple!"
Kuroro's body stiffened for a moment.
The sky gradually turned red, and the orange glow of the sunset was reflected in the girl's blue pupils. Her cheeks shone brightly in the sunlight, and her eyes curved into beautiful crescents, sparkling with brilliance.
"Huh?" The swordsman opened his eyes wide in surprise. "This...this must be very expensive, right?"
"It's not expensive!" Ayana half-forcefully stuffed the clothes into the swordsman's hands, winking at him twice. "You're very cute, I like you a lot, consider this a gift!"
Kuroro's smile deepened as he watched the two talk and act with a genuine smile, as if he were truly happy for the scene.
[Kuroro's affection level is 0%.]
[Host, protecting our precious child is everyone's responsibility!!]
The system's voice was giving Ayana a headache. She felt that the drop in favorability was inexplicable, so she turned to look at Kuroro and called out, "Kuroro?"
"Hmm?" The boy stood in the sunlight of the setting sun, as if he were shrouded in a layer of radiance.
At the same time, the color in the boy's pupils was unusually gloomy, revealing no color at all, like a bottomless black vortex.
Kuroro tilted his head, his tone ambiguous: "What's wrong?"
A note from the author:
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Kuroro's emotions are mostly acting.
It's still quite difficult to distinguish between acting and reality.
He himself probably doesn't even know which parts are being acted (?)
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