You say this is a love game?

【Strength rating.】

"You still have this hand hidden?"

Mizutani Makoto was shocked.

It turns out that there is a detailed level division in our world view?

The mood suddenly became subtle.

Do you think that in the future there will really be scenes like "The Great and Powerful Emperor!" or "Half a Step to the Peak of Perfection!"?

Or, can I also say, "I have the qualities of an emperor"?

Mizutani Makoto shook his head secretly, but when he continued to ask, the system did not give any more hints.

You, you are both reliable and unreliable!

Mizutani Makoto clenched his eyes. No matter what, this item was much more practical than the previous drops.

Like the ankle boots that increase movement speed, the JK black stockings that increase attack speed... He can pass as a Soul 5 through the screen, but when he does it himself, no matter how abstract the aesthetic is, he has to leave some rice noodles for the sake of this face.

Yes, he refuses those junk equipment.

Even if there is a bonus, it won’t work!

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated!

Especially since Zashiki can also connect to his network. In order to prevent others from invading his soul in the future, when he opens his eyes, he will see a transvestite wearing tattered cloth shoes and black stockings. He really needs to consider his own image.

"It's just that the drop rate is a bit high..."

Mizutani Makoto secretly guessed that this might be related to the "lucky amulet" given by Zashiki.

Luck +2, the most intuitive manifestation at present is that it affects the drop rate of equipment, which is quite real.

Unfortunately, I no longer need to give gifts to the old lady who likes to eat ears.

"Fear effect?"

Mizutani Makoto thought about it and continued forward.

Last night, his breakthrough was actually quite limited.

As for Soul Game, especially the Soul Game he played that mixed some elements of Earth Online, there was no rolling invincibility frame, no game-like shield counter and iron-striking mechanism, which caused his death rate to soar.

If it were a game, it would be nothing more than a memorized turn-based system, but something like Mortal Kombat would be difficult.

He didn't have a "health bar" or "red potions" at all. His mortal body was fighting against these monsters and demons, and any injuries he sustained were reflected in his real body. If he was attacked by surprise, he would most likely die instantly. It was impossible for him to spray blood all over the ground like an undead and then crawl up to continue fighting...

This game is really not an experience to play.

A treacherous attack like the one just now, hiding in the corner, could kill him instantly. He had to die once to be on guard and to be able to move forward.

So what next?

Mizutani Makoto pushed open the front door of the classroom, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly there was a sound of breaking air, and chalk burst out from the blackboard.

clang!

Block with a kitchen knife!

On the blackboard, chalk dust condensed into a human shape, the shape was as ethereal as smoke, and it looked like a spiritual creature.

At this moment, Mizutani Makoto thought of the "Ghost Resin" in Kurosawa Ryojin's shop, which can add special attacks against spiritual creatures... That thing should be the recommended item in this picture.

After the zashiki issue is resolved, he can go and take a look at Kurosawa's mysterious shop.

Breathe in and out.

Mizutani Makoto moved his front foot first, and his back foot followed instantly, advancing forward continuously like a stream of water.

This is the "Continuation"!

Unlike the "Songzu" which excels at steady combat, the "Tsukuzaki" mentioned in "The Book of Five Rings: Water" is more inclined to oppress the enemy continuously like a stream of water, seizing the initiative with a surprise attack!

Mizutani Makoto had known this for a long time.

The characteristic of spiritual creatures is that they are immune to physical attacks, but they can catch golden crispy chicken!

Like the woman by the window, he chopped her down with such force that he could even cut her in half like tearing cloth.

The human figure formed by chalk dust suddenly leaned back, and the dust was gathered by the air flow, as if it was about to be spewed out.

Seeing this, Mizutani Makoto launched an off-field technique without hesitation.

"Eat my great treacherous technique!"

This was not the first time that Mizutani Makoto had used spiritual power. The Buddha's head bead's spiritual vision had previously allowed him to feel the existence of spiritual power.

But this time the feeling was very different. One third of his spiritual power was drained in an instant. It was precisely this massive loss of spiritual power that made Mizutani Makoto feel the "flow" of spiritual power.

A pair of bloodshot and resentful eyes opened in the void.

Look at me spying on you!

The resentful eyes glared at the chalk dust ghost with murderous intent, and the ghost froze immediately, its fear actually showing up in the form of "rigidity".

Oops! !

The sound of a kitchen knife breaking through the air followed, and Mizutani Makoto chopped off the ghost's head as he raised his knife. Mizutani Makoto continued to chop and chopped until a prompt popped up in his sight.

Soul +19

End the battle.

But before Mizutani Makoto could catch his breath, he heard a noise behind him.

Click, click...

It made a cracking sound as it moved, like rotten wood.

On the desk, the stacked textbooks were twisted and rolled up together. In the dim vision, a tall and thin boy's figure climbed up from the chair.

More than one.

Mizutani Makoto's pupils dilated slightly.

The dim moonlight shone in from the window, and the classroom with wooden floors felt particularly cold and terrifying.

They were dressed in black modern school uniforms, very similar in style to the ones they wore at Yami High School. Their heads were wrapped in old, untied textbooks, and their limbs were twisted in a disarticulate manner.

"These monsters were the ones who blocked the back door and prevented me from coming in."

Mizutani Makoto noticed something.

Private Hiiragigaoka Academy is a crack that seals the "past".

However, the monsters in this story don't necessarily follow the forms of the past, as is evident in Miss JK. After all, if we're really talking about school uniforms during the Taisho period, the uniforms for female students would have been traditional furisode kimonos with a loose-fitting culottes called "hakama," and definitely not the black and white stockings Miss JK has.

That’s why the uniforms of these DK guys are so “modern”.

There are seven in total.

It is the case that he poked the nest of the miscellaneous soldiers.

What a shitty game, it's starting to pile up monsters, right?

Mizutani Makoto took a deep breath, and then his spiritual power surged into the "eyeballs of the girl by the window" in his pocket. A pair of blood-red eyes suddenly widened behind him.

The remaining spiritual power was cut in half, and his mind suddenly felt a momentary pain, but it did not affect Mizutani Makoto's movements.

He has become extremely tolerant of pain.

The boy shouted angrily, flipped over the desk, and chopped off the head of a DK boy in the blink of an eye. He turned around suddenly, and his blood-red eyes that had disappeared appeared again!

hum!

There was a sudden tremor in his mind like the sound of a bell, and Mizutani Makoto felt a strong sense of mental weakness.

Squeezed dry.

But the DK boy in front of him was indeed under control!

Mizutani Makoto chopped off another head with his knife.

By this moment, the remaining monsters had already climbed up to the corner of the wall and pounced on him like hunters.

Ending: [Shang Yang knows the horsepower! ]

Chapter 040: Drained

4:23 am

After a night of clearing land, another night of less than four hours of sleep passed. When Mizutani Makoto opened his eyes, he felt fatigue sprouting from the corners of his body, drowning him like a tide.

He even had the illusion of being "sleep paralyzed".

so tired.

This was the first time this thought came to my mind.

The limbs are sore and weak, and the patient feels listless.

He had a strong urge to find a place where he could do nothing and think nothing, and just lie there casually for the whole morning.

"I should have had a good rest on Saturday..."

How come after just two days, he's back to this pathetic loser status?

It's even more intense than playing the game for five consecutive days.

But driven by his strong willpower, Mizutani Makoto managed to get up from the bed. He turned around and saw Zashiki looking at him from the edge of the mat.

"?!"

Mizutani Makoto's heart skipped a beat and he almost had a heart attack.

"Big brother?" Zashiki tilted his head slightly.

The next moment, she seemed to realize that what she did was not right, and immediately lowered her head in shame.

"Did I scare you?"

"Nothing." Mizutani Makoto clutched his chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat gradually return to normal before he breathed a sigh of relief: "Zashiki, you're up so early today?"

Zashiki nodded seriously: "I want to wait for big brother to wake up and see if there is anything I can do to help..."

What I said yesterday.

Zashiki feels guilty about getting up late.

There was another reason, which Zashiki didn't reveal.

When she opened her eyes yesterday, Mizutani Makoto was nowhere to be seen, which made Zashiki feel a little uneasy. She didn't like this feeling and would rather sleep less, but wanted to see a figure that could make her feel at ease when she opened her eyes.

So, Zashiki chose to get up early.

She is a spirit, and although she needs to "restore her energy", the sleep time she needs is much shorter than that of a normal person, not to mention that Makoto Mizutani seems to have some kind of magical power. She fell asleep on the floor nearby, and when she woke up, she was so energetic.

Ok……

Big brother probably didn't notice that she was getting closer and closer...

But it’s really warm.

In the zashiki's senses, Mizutani Makoto was even like a stove in the middle of winter, that warm source of heat that made her unable to resist moving closer. The warmth flowed from him and passed to her, and all the cold and damp feelings in her body were dispelled by him, while at the same time she longed to gain more from the warmth he radiated.

Zashiki felt as if she was "asking" for something from Mizutani Makoto.

is this correct?

do not know.

But it's very warm, and has a kind of... smell of life full of vitality.

Mizutani Makoto held his forehead.

The intense fatigue even made him feel dizzy. It took him two seconds to suppress the discomfort.

He glanced at the uneasy Zashiki, who seemed to be still worried that he would criticize her...

Mizutani Makoto laughed in silence.

"Please bring me a glass of water."

"it is good!"