Moe Girl Guardians

"Welcome back," Kong replied casually, continuing to flip through the book in her hands. Bai remained silent, harboring a bad feeling about the ghost residing in her sister's body.

"Is Kong talking to me?" The other girl in the room, Stevie, stopped working on her documents, looked at the empty doorway, and asked the two of them with a puzzled expression, pointing at herself.

"No, I'm talking to a ghost." A glint flashed in Kong's eyes as he wondered if he should see how frightened Steve looked.

"You seem to be going out every day lately. Is there anything good nearby?"

"I'm going to find a way to restore my physical form; my body is too weak right now." Yawning, Wu Feng floated into the air. As if he was really affected by the game, he felt unusually tired, which was one of the reasons why he refused to recover immediately.

"Once you're recovered, you won't need to reside in my body anymore!" Sora asked with interest. Having another ghost inside her body, of unknown origin, was still somewhat uncomfortable.

"Probably. This is my first time being inside someone else's body. I guess I'll be able to come out on my own once I recover."

Have you found a way to recover it?

"Found it. It'll be recovered in a few days. Until then, just bear with it... I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep now."

A sudden chill ran through my body, and I vaguely felt something enter my body.

"...Sora, just now...were we really talking to a ghost, were we..." Sora's mutterings and Shiro's composure sent a chill down Stevie's spine. Could there really be a ghost? The door seemed to have opened by itself...

"...Sister...is talking to her possessed spirit..." Bai finished reading one book, put it aside, and picked up another.

Compared to Sora, who often lied to her, Shiro's words were much more credible. Stevie's face immediately turned deathly pale, and she slumped her head onto the table...

"...What if Stevie faints...what will happen to her work!" Sora said suddenly, looking at the tall stack of documents next to Stevie.

"...Of course...it'll be done by my sister..." Bai Mo said casually, glancing at the book in his hand without any concern.

"You sold your sister so easily! Don't underestimate humans! I'd rather die than do that..."

"...Then let's run away...and hide somewhere where there's no sunlight..."

……

Due to the game, Wu Feng slept several times longer than usual this time. He woke up several days later, still groggy, and as soon as he did, a familiar voice came through the door.

"Welcome, you human over there. What brings you to my library?" A disgruntled voice rang out inside the library.

Inside the library, Blank and Steve stood in front of Jibril, their eyes filled with fear. Just by looking into the eyes of the beautiful girl before them, they could already see death.

As humans, they were far too weak. Without the protection of the rules, they would die before they could even reach Jibril. Even with the protection of the rules, their biological instincts made them extremely afraid of the Skywing race, who was ten ranks above them.

Even the emotionally sensitive Bai shrank back slightly. Clenching her empty arm, she adopted a fearful posture; the Skywing creature before her didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"I thought it was my dear master returning, but it turns out to be the new king of Elzia. If there's nothing else, please leave as soon as possible. I have important matters to attend to." Jibril frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with the lowest-ranking human before her.

Normally, she would be delighted to encounter this situation, since no one comes here all year round. Occasionally, a few guests can come, allowing her to showcase her knowledge, satisfy a certain mindset, and add some variety to her life. However, when she has just come into contact with new knowledge, she doesn't want to do anything unnecessary.

"We want to reclaim this National Elzia Library." Remembering the world's rule against violence, Sora rallied her spirits and stated the main purpose of their mission, but the master Jibril mentioned gave her an ominous feeling.

"...So you want to challenge me as a human?" Sora's challenge piqued Jibril's interest, who was eager to go back to her studies.

"That's right, that's exactly it." Despite her fear, Sora answered firmly. In order to conquer the beast-eared moe girls, or rather, the Eastern Union, the third largest country in the world, she needed enough information.

"Although I'm very curious what you can offer as a wager for the books that I consider as important as my life, I regret to inform you that I cannot agree to your offer. Just three days ago, this place no longer belonged to me, but to my beloved master." Jibril flew down onto the nearby bookshelf, her eyes revealing fervor, eager to get up close and personal with her master.

Jibril gave the answer that Sora least wanted to hear. Before they came, they had a thorough understanding of the Skywing race and could basically predict the game content. Suddenly, they were faced with an unknown enemy, and their chances of winning could not be guaranteed.

There is no such thing as luck in the world, but that is under the condition of 100% confirmation of information.

"May I ask which race defeated you?" Kong asked, frowning. If it was another race, they could go back and check the information and start over, but the strategy for conquering the Eastern Union might be delayed.

If we consider the worst-case scenario, the person who defeated Jibril is not in Elzia for a long time, that would be the biggest problem, as we wouldn't be able to find anyone to compete with.

“I’m not entirely sure which category Master’s race should be classified into. I’ll have to ask you to go back this time.” Jibril was also very interested in Wu Feng’s race, but she needed to investigate further to find out.

Listening to the conversation outside, Wu Feng finally realized how far the plot had progressed. Was Blank already planning to take action against the orcs? It was probably time for him to officially make his appearance.

A cold wind swept through the library, and Wu Feng's figure materialized beside Blank.

"I am Jibril's master," the voice echoed throughout the library, and even Steve could clearly hear Wu Feng's voice.

Upon hearing this, Stevie immediately looked around with a startled and uncertain gaze to confirm the source of the sound. Ever since she was frightened that time, she had also begun to be afraid of such strange phenomena.

The Blank Sisters' pretty faces showed astonishment. They were all too familiar with that voice. The undead that had been residing in Blank's body had defeated Jibril's master.

“Master!” Jibril’s excited words answered their questions.

Jibril, who had just been on the bookshelf, flapped her wings and pounced on Wu Feng. (To be continued...)

Chapter 269 The Will of the Great FFF Group

To the three humans, the scene was extremely bizarre. Jibril, the sixth of the sixteen races, leaped down from the bookshelf and quickly came to their side. She hugged a ball of air and rubbed against it, saying something. To an uninformed person, it must have been a patient who had suddenly fallen ill.

Blank is indeed a highly intelligent child. In an instant, he had already sorted out the general situation. He hadn't noticed it before because he didn't have complete information about the ghost and his attention was focused on the information about the world of Disbots.

The soul residing in her body, Youfeng, wants to regain its physical form and will definitely seek help from a race with a higher sequence. Because of its relationship with her, it cannot leave Elzia, so its choice is self-evident.

I just don't know how they defeated them. If it was a word game, their gaming skills were probably beyond my expectations.

The only one present who was confused was Steve, the daughter of the former king, who was staring blankly at Jibril's actions. What was this winged creature doing? And where did that voice come from?

"Master is really something, there's been no news for days. If it weren't for the previous orders, we would have gone out to search long ago," Jibril complained as she threw herself at Wu Feng. The lack of news for several days had almost made her think that something had happened to her master.

“…Push harder, I…” In Jibril’s arms, Wu Feng’s fair face flushed red as he slowly spoke.

Jibril was puzzled by his words, but she obeyed the order nonetheless. She tightened her grip on Wu Feng's arms, her face flushing slightly, making her even more beautiful. Although the Skywing race had a weak sense of female identity, they were still women.

"A little harder... and I'll die..." Wu Feng, barely able to speak, managed to utter a complete sentence. He was inevitably met with an even closer embrace from Jibril.

"Hey! Master, are you alright?" Jibril hurriedly let go of his hands after hearing the complete sentence. Looking at Wu Feng's face, which was flushed red, she said apologetically.

"Phew, I'm finally alive..." Wu Feng said, patting his chest in relief.

A few days after playing the game, my body still hasn't fully recovered; I'm incredibly weak. If it weren't for the rules prohibiting malicious harm, Jibril's power would be pitifully low, and the first hit alone would be enough to send Wu Feng straight to his next life.

Even though it had weakened, the remaining power still put Wu Feng on the verge of death. It was an absolute power that wouldn't kill him but was close to it, no less than the absolute domain that could be seen but couldn't be seen. In his dizziness, Wu Feng seemed to see Onozuka Komachi beckoning to him, but he seemed to be stuck and couldn't get past her no matter what...

"Shouldn't we talk about something serious!" The empty face, etched with black lines and an angry cross, spoke to the two in mid-air. Wu Feng had just nearly died. His voice didn't reach their ears, but seeing Jibril's increasingly tight embrace, and knowing Wu Feng's status as the master, instantly made them think of something unpleasant.

Arriving in Disbots at the same time, everyone else had overslept by two days. They'd only won one game and become some kind of human king, but look at that ghost! He'd actually become a social butterfly! And they were still NEETs…

Lost in thought, Kong bent forward in despair, kneeling on the ground, her pretty face filled with dejection and frustration. Those were supposed to be "norm-loving" girls! "Norm-loving" girls! I want girls too! I want to be a "norm-loving" girl…

Winning matches was commonplace for the two of them, nothing surprising; the title of king of the human race... wasn't worth much money...

Turning to look at Bai, who was already a beauty at eleven, Kong burst into tears. She couldn't let Bai be exposed to anything erotic before she turned eighteen, and since she and Bai were inseparable, she could only play restricted yuri games until then. By the time she was 25, she'd be an old maid…

"Hey, you ghost, let's have a contest! The winner gets the Skywing and this library!" Black flames, read as hatred but written as jealousy, burned fiercely in Kong's eyes. He stood up unsteadily, pointed at Jibril's side, and shouted loudly. Behind him, three large f's, fff, seemed to appear, enveloped in black flames.

For the rise of humankind, the power of the Skywing race is needed! For the sake of the beast-eared cutie, the library must be obtained! For the inquisition, that guy must be burned at the stake! Although we haven't obtained any specific information about that ghost yet, we can't worry about that now. Even with insufficient information, Blank will never fail!

"...The competition." Bai, who was holding her empty arm, nodded heavily. She couldn't agree more if her sister could fall out with that ghost. Moreover, from all aspects, winning the library and the Skywing species would not be a bad thing.

"Kong! Bai! What are you doing?!" Stevie pulled at the two from behind, her pretty face filled with worry. From the conversation, she understood a bit more. The invisible person must be the master of the Skywing race. Anyone who could defeat the Skywing race was definitely not a simple character. Was it really a good idea to make an enemy so rashly? Was there really any hope for humanity...?

"...I refuse." After his body had almost returned to normal, Wu Feng resolutely refused. Although he didn't understand why Blank suddenly wanted to duel with him, he would be a fool to agree!

He knew his own limitations; he was definitely going to be betrayed. Wu Feng had already decided upon arriving in this world that he would never fight Blank unless he was absolutely certain of victory.

"【Ten Covenants, Part Two】All disputes shall be resolved through the outcome of games. We have come to seize the library... We need a reply." Bai took out his phone, read the second covenant, and then looked sharply at the sky, waiting for Wu Feng's reply.

Once a dispute arises, it can only be resolved through games. Bai's words have escalated the situation to the level of a conflict, and Wu Feng must give a response.

"You can use the library as you like, just don't damage it. As for Jibril, she's my dear subordinate, and I personally don't think you can offer her an equal wager."

At this point, Wu Feng's mind was exceptionally sharp. To wager a single Skywing race would require an unprecedentedly large stake. Without knowledge from another world, at least the entire human race would be needed to make it equal.

But without absolute certainty of victory, Blank would never easily gamble with the entire human race.

“Master…” Jibril, standing beside him, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and said with emotion, making Wu Feng wonder if she had truly obeyed him….

"Never mind them, let's get back to health!" Jibril said excitedly, her eyes shining.

Wu Feng completely crushed his previous ideas...

"Alright, is the venue ready? We need a place where we won't be disturbed."

"Yes, the underground renovations have been completed in the last few days and we can begin at any time." (To be continued...)

P.S.: Recent data from all aspects is shockingly low (orz)

Chapter 270 A Group of Gentlemen

Wu Feng has resolved the library dispute, but there are plenty of reasons to keep it up. He's just agonizing over whether to continue pursuing the matter since the other party has already expressed goodwill.

Watching the two talking as if no one else was around, even though one of them couldn't see it, Kong's pretty face kept changing. One moment black flames were blazing in her eyes, and the next her pretty face was extremely dejected as she struggled to think.

Bai, seemingly lost in thought, remained silent beside Kong.

"...Is it really okay to disregard our guests like this..." Just as Wu Feng and Jibril were about to leave, Steve, who was behind Blank, suddenly blurted out weakly. Seeing Blank's conflicted look, she felt that she should at least say something...

"Um, do you guys want to come and take a look? It's not a big deal anyway..." Wu Feng looked a little embarrassed. Thinking about the recovery issue, he had been a bit distracted, and besides, he was taking up an empty space in the library, and with Jibril there too, he felt it wasn't quite right...

“…Okay.” After thinking for a moment, Sora stepped forward and answered. “Going to restore her form, isn’t that what she wants? She wants to see what kind of pathetic face that deadbeat looks like. Even if she can’t beat him, she’ll still have to mock him!” Shiro grabbed Sora and followed closely behind.

"Hehehe," Kong mentally distorted Wu Feng's image, laughing strangely—a man with a blue face and fangs, a man whose left side was written with "present" and the right side with "filler"... But then, thinking that the other party was residing inside his body, his face turned a little pale. If that were the case, what if he was taken advantage of at some point? Wouldn't he be disgusted to death? A beautiful woman, at least, would give him some room for fantasy...

Jibril led the two down into the library's underground interior, leaving Steve standing there, still bewildered. She had only said one sentence. How had things turned out like this? Before she could even process what had happened, she was all alone beside her, and she ran mournfully into the interior.

"How could this happen! Wait for me!"

……

As they rode the escalator, the group descended in the center of a circular bookshelf. Occasionally, they could see special bookshelves floating in mid-air, their humming operation constantly ringing out.

"Wow, they've collected so many books! Can we really use them all?" The number of books kept decreasing, and new ones kept appearing. Adding those seen outside, it was already more than the national library of their original world. Kong sighed, "With these, fighting other races would be so much easier."

"Hmph, this is my collection from 6,400 years ago, as precious as my life. If my master hadn't spoken, I wouldn't have let you have it so easily," Jibril proudly displayed her collection to the group. In an era where fighting was impossible, the hobby of collecting heads had turned into books; these were their pride.

After descending to a certain height, the surrounding books suddenly disappeared, replaced by pristine white walls. Soon after, the elevator slowed down, and the ground below could be seen from above.

“Master, this is the space I’ve modified. Even the power of the Skywing race can’t destroy it,” Jibril said proudly.

"Hmm, Jibril, lend me your magic, just a little bit is enough. We still need to set up some things here." After landing and looking around to confirm the location, Wu Feng said to her, "The creation of heroic spirits cannot be accomplished simply by having magic."

"Understood, Master," came Jibril's happy voice from behind. She was excited to see the unknown she had never seen before. Perhaps she was too excited, so she output a little more, and a visible stream of magic flowed into Wu Feng's body.

Not far ahead of Blank, the outline of a human figure gradually became clearer. Although the figure was still not visible, under the influence of magic, Blank could already see Wu Feng's figure.

Huh? Kong tilted her head, somewhat dazed. Judging from the silhouette of the figure, it seemed to be a woman, but the voice was rather androgynous. Experience told her that this ghost should be a man.

"Enough! You can stop now!" As Jibril's magic surged into Wu Feng's body, his face twitched, and he quickly stopped her. He had already said that only a small portion was needed, but the amount coming in was enough to kill even a powerful expert. Wu Feng was beginning to doubt whether using force to subdue Jibril after recovering was the right decision...