You say this is a love game?

These snowballs are still moving, as if they are breathing.

Mizutani Makoto narrowed his eyes and scanned the entire auditorium.

The audience and the stage were littered with fallen bodies. These bodies were different: they were dressed in Taisho-era school uniforms, with boys wearing capes and girls in hakama skirts. Their expressions were frozen in their final moments: some terrified, others filled with pain, some completely bewildered. Only the scorch marks on their bodies revealed the manner of their deaths.

There were also snowballs, squeezed into their lapels, filling them up extra fluffy.

Mizutani Makoto raised his gaze again and his eyes fell on the stage of the auditorium.

The curtain in the center of the stage was half-drawn, and a vague human figure could be vaguely seen behind it, as if someone was standing there, watching everything quietly.

Finally, an exciting BOSS battle is here!

If you don't add some exciting and bloody life-and-death battles, I'll think you're playing a horror puzzle game.

Games that rely on scaring people and piecing together clues and plots generally have such poor gameplay that they have to use meaningless tasks such as "finding the fuse" to fill the gameplay process.

It's okay for him to use this bowl to watch the anchor suffer and scream for lunch or dinner, but if he tries to play it himself, he will understand what it means to be tasteless and a pity to throw it away.

Mizutani Makoto urgently needs a good fight!

If he doesn't fight, how will the world know that his spiritual power and fighting ability have soared?

Liaoyuan and Jingshui, two swords hanging on their waists.

The boy walked in slowly, and the wooden floor under his feet suddenly made a slight creaking sound, like a signal.

Suddenly, a corpse that had been motionless trembled.

The snowballs attached to its body trembled violently. The flesh and blood of the corpse had been completely hollowed out. Under the skin was a crowded snowball. Thin tentacles emerged from the chest of the corpse, twitching like spider legs, trying to find a new host.

Black liquid flowed from the corpse's eye sockets, and its mouth was slightly open, but no sound came out.

The corpse had lost its legs and was unable to stand up even with the help of the snowball.

Mizutani Makoto drew out his Ryogen sword without hesitation and slashed it down.

The blazing blade sliced ​​through the air, precisely splitting the snowball in half. The red liquid splashed onto the floor with a sizzling, corrosive sound. The corpse stiffened instantly, but didn't disappear. Instead, it continued to struggle.

There are more snowballs in its body, so it won't be a big deal even if one is cut off.

But the flames burned.

Mizutani Makoto's Ryogen Tachi has fire damage. Ordinary monsters will be burned by the exploding flames after two or three cuts, but Snowball seems to be more afraid of fire. With one cut from him, the flames will instantly start.

Snow globe, weak fire?

That’s right, too much hair means weaker fire!

The bodies that had been parasitized by the snowballs had all become mummies, their moisture having probably been drained away long ago. Now, they were filled with fluffy snowballs. Aren't these catkin-like balls the perfect fuel for combustion?

The flames exploded and swept across the mummy's body at an unprecedented speed, burning it into a pile of ashes that drifted away with the wind.

No soul hint.

These corpses are not even monsters. They have no souls or minds at all. They are just carriers of flying snowballs.

If I were to be parasitized, would this be the final outcome?

Mizutani Makoto didn't stop.

The snowballs began to stir one after another. Corpses with intact legs began to rise from the ground. Mizutani Makoto, sword in hand, calmly walked through the audience. Whenever a corpse lunged at him, he raised his hand and decisively cut it down. These creatures were not considered living beings, and physical attacks could not effectively kill them. However, the flames that followed could transform them into moving torches. The snowballs ignited at the touch, burning them clean, and the mummified corpses naturally turned to ash.

On the stage, the bodies of the students in school uniforms began to move slowly, as if they had sensed the threat. The snowballs detached from the bodies and rose into the air, forming a floating "snow cloud" that looked fluffy and soft, harmless to humans and animals.

But these things are blood-sucking parasites!

Behind the stage curtain, the bloated figure slowly raised his hand, holding the outline of a baton in his hand, as if directing something.

In an instant, the snowballs, filled with malice and hunger, swarmed towards Mizutani Makoto like a group of bloodthirsty moths.

Mizutani Makoto's eyes turned cold, but he didn't dodge or evade. He put away the Jingshui sword in his left hand and instead held the Liaoyuan sword with both hands. He squeezed out a bit of spiritual power, and a three-foot green flame suddenly burst out from his hand like a lightsaber!

He also made the right choice by buying this katana.

"Flame" is definitely the most widely applicable type of special attack damage!

The sword was as fast as the wind, and Mizutani Makoto slashed at the incoming snowballs continuously. Every slash was a thoughtless slash with all his strength. There were no unnecessary tricks, no gorgeous trajectories, only pure speed, strength and precision that left no room for dodge!

At this moment, his entire body was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, turning himself into part of the slashing attack. With his absolute endurance and explosive power, he drew blazing arcs of light in the air.

This scene is somewhat similar to the sword ghost in the dojo.

He didn't rely on skill to win, but rather on brute force. He connected his opponent's blows with a continuous stream of full-strength strikes, combining them into a combat-like style that forced his opponent into a corner. If his skill hadn't been significantly superior to Sword Ghost's, he would have been chopped away by him in a single blow!

Now, he is learning Sword Ghost instead.

This [Scorched Earth Explosion] combat skill is meant to be wielded with all your strength!

Take my three consecutive hits!!

boom! !

Large pieces of snowballs were chopped into pieces, bursting out bloody red liquid. Faint flames rose from the white fur balls and then quickly spread across the snow cloud formed by the snowballs.

The flames swept up like exploding willow catkins, and the "snow" that should have been pure and flawless instantly turned into a burning sea of ​​fire. Only a few snowflakes at the ends had time to break off their tails and survive, splitting into several small streams of snowflakes and floating hurriedly towards the stage.

The scorching heat seared Mizutani Makoto's cheeks and curled his hair slightly. Countless snowballs fell from the sky like moths on fire, landing on the ground and disappearing completely in the flames, leaving only a sweet, burnt smell.

"Do you think I'm as powerless as they are?"

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly audible in this dead silent space.

He was probing with words, wanting to know if there was a "BOSS" type enemy in this place. A higher-level BOSS was an intelligent being. Even a crazy woman like the Gap Woman could still recognize him. If there was a BOSS, it should react to his appearance.

Sure enough, the scent of perfumed powder wafted out from behind the stage curtain.

It wasn't just any ordinary fragrance, but a distinct aroma with a strong sense of memory. It didn't even feel like a simple scent, but rather a floating "emotion." It was like a mixture of shampoo, sweat, tears, and a strange, burning aroma, which made him feel trance-like for a moment, as if he were in a gentle afternoon, with sunlight filtering through the curtains onto his face.

……face powder?

In the sky, the remaining snowflakes immediately grew against the wind. The slightly sweet fragrance made them quickly divide and grow. Their number increased exponentially, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a huge snow cloud again!

But this time, these snowballs will not charge head-on foolishly.

They poured into the student remains on the stage in batches. The corpses reacted immediately. First, the fingers twitched slightly, and then the empty eye sockets slowly opened. Fungus-like things were wriggling under the mixed school uniforms of boys and girls. Soon, dozens of corpses stood on the stage.

From deep in his throat, he let out a low whimper.

The corpses, a mix of men and women, were collectively dressed in Taisho-era school uniforms. Their faces showed varying degrees of decay and distortion. Some still retained expressions from life, while others had been completely reshaped into inhuman forms by resentment. Snowballs clung to their bodies. Long drained of blood, they were only white in color, and now they were breathing and rising and falling like living creatures.

This group of corpses was different from the previous group of garbage with stiff movements and slow steps. They were quite agile and quick.

Probably about... the strength of the middle of the paper?

He understood this thing clearly. It was like another type of ancient chun, but weaker than the ancient chun. Especially the fluffy nature of the snowball made it far more afraid of fire than the ancient chun!

Mizutani Makoto naturally jumped onto the stage without any fear.

With a tap of his toes, he soared into the air like a shadow on the wind. The Shizuku sword landed back in his left palm, slicing a silver arc through the air that seemed to split the air in two.

He didn't give those puppetized corpses any chance to breathe. When he saw the monsters, he drew his sword and killed them!

The raging fire of the Liaoyuan sword is the natural nemesis of the Snowball. These corpse puppets will catch fire upon contact with it, and often the puppets will rush over and be burned to ashes upon being slashed by him, or they will rush out from other corners and be slashed back by him using the Jingshui sword as a defense. Then the Liaoyuan sword on the right will make another slash, and the two swords will be connected like flowing water to execute them directly with raging fire!

Flowing water slash!

The slashing was as smooth and continuous as flowing water!

Thus, he shuttled back and forth between the snowball puppets at an extremely fast speed, his steps were steady, and his sword light was like a weave. Wherever he passed, snowflakes exploded, flames flew, and the bloody, pale and scorching heat intertwined into a chaotic picture. The whole stage was almost set on fire by him.

【Death Curse: 21/100】

Is it a youth version of the school corridor?

Mizutani Makoto had never been hit head-on, but there were so many snowballs that no matter how he defended or slashed, tiny snowballs would fly over the defense net with the sword wind and take root in his body. What he had to do was to crush all these messy things without leaving any of them!

Only when the last puppet collapsed and turned into ashes and scattered did he kick open the tattered curtain.

At the same time, Mizutani Makoto quickly took out the [Camellia Blood Cup] from his backpack and took another sip, recovering all the vitality and physical strength absorbed by the snowball's roots. In the blink of an eye, he was back to his peak form.

Orange Juice, emergency.

Looking up, Mizutani Makoto's gaze fell on the back of the curtain. The dust had not yet settled and the lights were dim, but Mizutani Makoto's eyes were already firmly fixed on the figure.

That's a girl.

She wore a blood-stained school uniform hakama, the hem torn and shredded, the edges a mess of flesh. Her exposed skin looked as if it had been torn apart and then stitched back together. Her eyes were closed, but her face held a strange tranquility. White snowflakes slowly sprouted from her hair at her temples. Her arms were stretched out, and countless tiny snowflakes were wriggling on the baton in her right hand.

As for her lower body, starting from the knees, it was assimilated by a large number of snowballs and merged with the stage floor. She was like a plaster sculpture firmly fixed on the stage, or like a piece of stage equipment that could not be moved at all.

Is this the real snow globe?

Snowballs are just flying balls of fur in urban legends. Mizutani Makoto initially wondered if he had to destroy all the snowballs to completely kill this ghost story. But now, there's something that looks like the "matrix" at first glance!

The strong identifier, [the eyeball of the woman by the window] is invalid.

very good!

This thing does seem to be the real source.

The young man, having traveled all the way here, unleashed his combined technique without hesitation. With a furious cry of "Summon the gods!", Yoshiko Satori, freed from the amulet, instantly transformed into a stream of light and swiftly sank into his chest. Immediately, the power of a demon or god surged through his body, as if a fiery river were surging through his veins, and strength surged through every limb like a tide.

Mizutani Makoto had a strong energy and blood, and then the Shizue Katana disappeared. He held the sword with both hands to meet the conditions for activating the "combat skills". At this moment, there was no need to pay attention to the configuration. He just stood there, and his whole body exuded a terrifying and violent aura.

"Game over."

The fierce warrior rushed forward immediately!

The eyelashes of the girl with her eyes closed trembled slightly.

The next moment she opened her eyes, and there were no eyeballs in her eye sockets. Only layers of snowflakes were left, slowly squeezing and flowing. The fine hairs were wriggling like living things, cold and greedy.

Do you still care about the pre-swing?

Makoto Mizutani is best at cutting the Gordian knot!

He kicked his foot, and under the violence, the ground instantly cracked into fine spider-web-like patterns, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow.

Flames flew everywhere, and a wild blue flame exploded, like the flames in a torch scattering in all directions. The blue flame exploded like a cannon, illuminating the entire auditorium and reflecting the girl's empty but weird face.

Before it actually touched, the pressure had already caused the surrounding snowballs to tremble violently.

boom--! !

The blazing flames fell, and a dazzling light instantly erupted from the center of the stage. A wave of cyan flames spread out, and the remains of the possessed girl instantly shattered and burned. In the blazing light, her hands suddenly opened wide, as if trying to resist something.

But as Mizutani Makoto swung his second and third knives from top to bottom, the already scorched body exploded into pieces. Countless snowballs struggled in terror inside the girl's body, like white maggots, writhing in the flames, but unable to escape death.

Soul +211

The young warrior sheathed his sword. The girl was no longer visible in the center of the stage. Instead, a "cocoon" appeared. A huge cocoon-like body made up of countless snowballs stood on the stage in place of the girl, like a pure white heart. However, this heart was now burned to pieces by the flames. Apparently, its defense had completely failed. Half of it was in flames, and half of it had turned into sand and gravel and was flying around. He had even chopped it off with one blow, along with its transformation.

Am I so outputty?

Destroyed the BOSS's health bar?

"The range of this soul is the middle position..."

Mizutani Makoto was particularly surprised by this.

Can this thing be considered as the median?

But he quickly realized why the snowballs weren't counted as neutral. If it weren't for his fire attack that happened to counter the snowballs, these puppets would be the most hopeless part of this battle.

The snowballs are endless. If they cannot be quickly destroyed with fire, these corpses will turn into undead puppets. Snowballs will also fall on the field, parasitizing him while he fights, draining his physical strength and raising his curse value. It won't be long before he becomes one of the snowball puppets.

But apart from fire, what other way is there to quickly destroy the snowball?

Mizutani Makoto thought about it for a long time and could only think of the youth version of the [Tar Cloak] - if he hadn't found a Treading Bell in the outside world, if he wanted to deal with Gu Chun and Snowball, he would probably have to wait for the stats to increase and then rely on the weak fire damage to grind.

Then you are really suffering!

"No, that's not right. If I think about it carefully... If it weren't for Yoshiko, not only would Guchun and Snowball be beaten like a punching bag, I would have been beaten like a punching bag the whole time."

No "Yukishin Kairei Nizashiki"?

Mizutani Makoto just realized: "This is a rubbish game. There are only so few resources in the map. If I hadn't found a strong enough helper in the real world, wouldn't I really be a stray dog ​​on the road?"

"Hiss, I've already turned into a shokuzashiki without realizing it..."

Do you know how powerful I am?

With the telepathic connection, when Satori Yoshiko came out of the state of being summoned by the spirit, the corners of her mouth were all curled up and could not be lowered at all.

Let you slander me every day!

It's just another carrier of the great Lord Gozashiki!