Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

As Leo and the monster began their struggle in the upside-down bedroom, Mian, with Sherry on her back, clung to the bed that hadn't fallen to the wall due to gravity, and tried to get closer to the broken door.

As before, when visiting the female office worker's room, Wang Yuanli vaguely glossed over the matter by citing the reason of protecting the magic array. However, the information provided by Wang Yuanli clearly pointed out the actual location where the female office worker was believed to have been murdered, as Wang Yuanli and the building's residents believed.

That was in the bathroom of this apartment building, on the other side of the room opposite the bedroom. It was undoubtedly the most likely place to set up a magic circle.

However, just as Mian was about to reach the bedroom door, the monster, which was entirely black, suddenly stretched out its exaggerated arm again, like a whip, and lashed out at Mian, passing over Leo's body.

Mian bent down with Sherry, narrowly avoiding being grazed by the outstretched fist; the rest of the damage was absorbed by the king's armor.

However, the impact still sent Mian flying, completely destroying all his climbing achievements.

"Are you targeting me? Is that bastard beast causing trouble?"

Realizing that the monster was clearly targeting her, Mian gritted her teeth.

Leo's ability to exert pressure on this monster seems insufficient, especially considering he also has to look after Sherry. At this rate, there's no way to conduct an investigation.

But what exactly is the problem? In terms of strength, the two seem evenly matched. However, facing the monster's grotesque limbs, Leo is struggling just to defend himself; he can barely even get close to the monster's main body.

If there were anything that could compensate for this disadvantage in attack range...

Mian immediately thought of weapons. Humans always rely on weapons to make up for their physical disadvantages, but at this moment, Mian's pistol was out of bullets.

Damn it, if I had known this would happen, I should have grabbed a knife from the old man's room.

Mian cursed inwardly, and could only pull out the shards of the mirror in an attempt to seek help. Surprisingly, this guy, who always insisted on having everything to himself, actually displayed some text.

Before you stands an adorable elemental fairy, now filled with malevolence after being provoked by that beast. Fortunately, based on your knowledge, you know that such natural beings are not difficult to deal with; you don't need a holy sword to slay dragons and demons, just the steel sword forged by humans.

Having gotten used to the style of the cheat system, Mian was too lazy to complain about how it could describe that two-meter-tall, faceless, pitch-black monster with only a human face as a cute elemental fairy.

However, even looking at the key information it provided, Mian was still completely confused.

Swords and weapons—do you think I don't know these things? But how come there are these things in this bedroom?

Or perhaps I'm misinterpreting things? The key point isn't the sword itself, but rather that it was forged by humans?

It was another outrageous guess, but given that Mian currently had no real fighting ability and still wanted to pretend to be an expert, he had no choice but to try it out as a last resort.

Looking around, it seemed that the only thing that could be used as a weapon was the chair leg that had been destroyed in Leo's fight with the monster.

The chair legs appear to be made of some kind of aluminum alloy, which seems to barely fit the concept of being forged by humans.

However, compared to the two "monsters" currently dueling on the field, it is excessively short and fragile. If it weren't for the hint from the shard of mirror, Mian would never have considered such a weapon.

But now, Mian could only take advantage of the lull in the monster's attack to quickly pick it up and throw it to Leo, who was standing to the side.

"Mr. Leo, this beast is really annoying. Take the sword I'm giving you and kill it."

"A sword?"

Leo turned around in a daze and caught the chair leg that Mian threw at him. He looked at the chair leg, which had been broken off by the aftershocks of the battle, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared without a trace.

"I will no longer doubt it."

He murmured to himself, then gripped the chair leg and gave Mian a confident smile.

"Yes, sir, I'll take care of this monster."

Leo gripped the cold, twisted aluminum chair leg, so light it made him feel utterly insecure, and without hesitation attacked the monster once more.

"Go to hell, monster!"

Leo let out a beast-like roar.

He no longer pursued a grappling maneuver, but instead channeled the power and speed he had just gained into his arm, wielding the "sword" bestowed upon him by the angel to fiercely slash at the monster's sweeping giant arm.

Leo Lee, who grew up in a church school and was described as an honest and unassuming guy, never learned any decent fighting skills.

But when he gripped the chair leg and swung it at the monster, he was like a squire who had honed his martial skills for over a decade and was just waiting to be promoted to knight, truly mastering the knowledge of sword wielding.

Even so, such an attack still seems ridiculous.

The monster's face mask seemed to twitch slightly, revealing a faint hint of contempt and mockery. It ignored this insignificant attack, its arm continuing its downward thrust, once again aimed at Mian.

however--

"Sizzle!"

A tearing sound that made your teeth ache suddenly rang out.

The rough fracture surface of the chair leg cut into the solidified grease like a real sword, slicing through the monster's pitch-black skin, which looked as if it were cast from refined iron, without any resistance.

A stream of thick, black "blood" emanating a strong smell of sulfur and decay spurted from the monster's lacerated wound, instantly corroding the floor and making a sizzling sound.

The monster's massive body stiffened abruptly, and the arm that had been reaching for Mian curled up in pain.

For the first time, the blood-soaked dough faced Leo, who was holding the "sword," its trembling body seemingly filled with unimaginable horror.

"As expected, as expected, believing in the adult was the right thing to do."

Leo murmured, feeling as if tears were about to fall from his eyes.

A mere chair leg, in that person's hands, could be used as a sword—another miracle. He truly came to save us, or he truly came to destroy this world!

Leo's expression gradually turned fanatical. If the previous payment still carried a hint of innate human fear, in this moment of devout fervor, even that fear vanished.

He lunged at the monster and engaged it in battle once again.

Right now.

Mian's heart pounded.

With a weapon, Leo finally had a chance to restrain the monster.

Mian hurriedly dragged the unconscious Shirley's heavy body up the wall that was once the floor, heading straight for the bathroom outside the bedroom door.

This time, however, Mian encountered no obstacles. Using various pieces of furniture as stepping stones, she passed through the broken doorway and arrived at the washroom. Grabbing the handle, Mian finally managed to open the washroom door.