Chapter 112: Customer Service Refund Button, Give One

【Test Field 3 reported an error, tell the weaver to hurry up and fix it】

【Another error? Who opened the room?】

【Let me check the registration number... oh, Horse Girl, no wonder, the blessing from the three goddesses really interferes with stability】

【At this critical juncture, there are Horse Girl customers? Increase the difficulty and hurry back, tell her she doesn't qualify】

The sound titled "roundabout" never ended up playing.

In the oppressive, gloomy yet not lacking eerie sacred feeling battle song of Teacher Lu, human voices began to chant.

Also, at the moment that claw struck, Aomo indeed had no time to raise his hand and could not guarantee his dodge motion, but he still had another way.

【Magic Burst】

The instant the demon form is switched, magical power erupts, condensing into a protective layer that can serve as a barrier, and its impact can even launch nearby people into the air.

Just like the invincible transformation of some tokusatsu characters.

It is also a magical power usage technique that he uses the least after awakening his demon form.

It is also a magical power usage technique that he uses the least after awakening his demon form.

It's not impractical, just that there hasn't been much opportunity for serious combat.

I never expected to use this move for the first time in a dream——

——oh, in the dream... Aomo finally realized, belatedly aware of why the dream builder used the word "A Nan".

But the urgency now doesn't allow him to think further.

The silver-black intertwined demon was blown away by the instantly expanded and scattered magical power; the silver-white wings like a coat unfurled instantly to assist the jet nozzle at the hind legs in stabilizing the landing stance, and in the next moment of returning to human form came the second claw of the Donkey Beast Benz!

With a sharp, piercing howl.

This is too noisy……

Accumulated to nearly overflowing the boot, the bloody, foul-smelling water somewhat hindered movement; Aomo's sidestepping steps were noticeably slower, but this only made the dodge more perilous, barely allowing the sharp wind to brush his clothes, and the drifting blood droplets inevitably stained him.

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Helping Zhouri Ningjing keep her coat's dignity is nonexistent; this place's battle will only get dirtier the more it's fought.

Staring intently at the opponent's two forelimbs and several hind legs dodging, Aomo gritted his teeth and swung the magic blade gripped in his right hand without further thought.

This is a transformer, merely a trigger to activate the Beta System; the Beta System, now modified into a motorcycle, is not here, and having lost its transformer function, it serves as a weapon——

——still pretty sturdy!

Mefilas Star's technology needles don't sting.

The three sharp diamond spikes belonging to the knuckle's outer structure fiercely injected into the misshapen flesh with this strike, and a faint cracking sound of breaking bone could be heard.

Although the Donkey Beast still feels pain and will emit an even sharper, piercing howl, it shows no sign of retreat that an injured creature should.

In gaming terms, it wasn't stunned.

At this moment it directly lunged at Aomo with its mouth, forcing him to pull out his blood-soaked magic blade and leap back; his landing foot landed in another pool of blood, mixed with unknown material or genuine corpses, causing him to stagger and nearly fall.

I'm really fed up with this battlefield environment.

He only had time to glance at his feet before having to immediately refocus on Aomo opposite, stepping forward at once, because he saw the second mouth on the opponent's neck, resembling an ancient skull full of eyeballs, gathering white light.

Is it that horizontal sweep, or a vertical jet of water?

Although the battlefield is a mess, it's fortunate that at least we can recognize what skill the opponent is charging up with.

Aomo instinctively wanted to rush forward, but then realized something was off; that thing didn't look like it was going to spray water, but rather like it was gathering particles——

——at this critical juncture, he became like a black swift shadow, flashing two meters to his side, and saw that the position he had just occupied was pierced by a horizontal beam of white light.

The light beam, missing its target but undiminished in momentum, shot backward, instantly piercing the stone wall at the end and also piercing Aomo's game-design-oriented cognition.

Laser... laser?

His gaze was incredulous as he looked at the sanity-draining big mouth with no visible mechanical modifications, and began to redefine the "3.2" of "A Nan 3.2".

Moreover, he saw that the wound on the opponent's donkey-like torso was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Taking another look at the thing in his hand, which bears the cool name "Beta Magic Blade" but as a weapon is merely a knuckle dagger.

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Even the lower diamond spikes are no longer than eight inches; given the opponent's size, the knuckle is a bit small, and the diamond spikes are a bit short.

The difference from fighting bare-handed isn't that great.

Rely on magic?

In this regard, his studies are quite varied, but he lacks a major focus; after all, before he was just a trickle of magical power, and after the Heaven's Gate journey it opened up a channel for him.

Effects built from minor spells can indeed become large, but given the opponent's current display of aggression, designing it is very difficult.

Crazy donkey…… he sighed inwardly.

First, we need to test the opponent's regenerative ability...

Although we can't expect the opponent to have a quantifiable health bar like in a game to calculate accumulated values, but as it's a trial field, there should still be a result.

Even if everything here is a boundless dream, the moment we start setting rules, it can no longer be called truly free.

While dodging the opponent's attacks and seizing openings to punch or stab him, Aomo cautiously pursued a no-injury outcome.

He constantly monitored the changes in the opponent's injuries.

Although observation yielded no results, his adaptation to the battlefield is clearly progressing.

He ignored the overly foul smell, didn't mind the increasing bloodstains on his body, and even blood splatter on his face didn't hinder his focus.

With the magic blade, with spells, he sought opportunities to accumulate damage, expanding the wound before the opponent recovered, then retreating during the opponent's frenzy to increase distance.

Then, in a moment of chance, his blood-filled gaze caught the sword blade in its sheath on the opponent's back.

「……」 Aomo's previously furrowed brow suddenly relaxed.

「It's not really a game... 」

This was his first spoken words in this battle, his face bearing a self-mocking yet suddenly enlightened smile.

After thinking of so many complex solutions, he suddenly discovered an answer laid before him, causing him without hesitation to take on the form of a demon.

The demon transformation, the calmest yet, took on a standard starting stance.

Even the radiance seeping from the scale gaps on his hind legs and waist glowed, ready to burst; at the moment the donkey beast's laser charged again, he turned into a blurred line in the blood pool, leaving behind only a silver light‑shadow of a low wall splashing in his wake.

After dragging on too long, the present moment, at that passage of music over three minutes long, entered the solemn, grandiose symphony.

The ferocious hand drew the blade from its sheath, and a green light spread from the blade's surface, revealing the true nature of the Moonlight Sword.

The one who could wield that sword was not Ludwig, whose form had been twisted by curse, but Aomo, who had already brandished it the moment he drew the sword!

One sword strike, blood spurted like a pillar, causing the donkey beast to let out a howl beyond sight.

A second strike, thrusting from top to bottom through the opponent's nose tip and chin, held its deafening sound inside its mouth.

The cool, moon‑like radiance and the scattering, star‑point‑like green radiance burst from the blade, instead causing the demon to stare in surprise.

It seemed to have triggered something…

The demon, which had never considered the opponent a weapon with a built‑in wave ability but merely a larger greatsword, gazed at that light with eyes slightly widened in surprise.

But it was merely a surprise.

He had no intention of stopping to observe; after pulling the Moonlight Sword that had pinned the opponent's head to the ground, he then cut it down with his claws clasped together.

All the other limbs struggling desperately in the misshapen body were hindered by the instant‑cast, motionless spell; the demon, with doubled physical strength, severed the scarred horse head with a single sword strike, and while stepping back a few paces, he picked up again the Beta Demon Blade that had previously fallen into the blood mire.

Magical power had already been gathered, ready to erupt.

To guard against whether the opponent might have a headless second stage.

It's already 3.2, who can say for sure?

He assumed such a bizarre dual‑wield stance, and saw a familiar pop‑up window appear:

【Test not passed, trial ground will soon close】

【Turn back, you have no qualifications, precisely because you have no qualifications】

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