I was transported by the 100-ton Wang Chuangfei and became a plasma spark spirit?

An international flight from the UK to Japan is smoothly passing through the clouds.

Inside the spacious cabin, the number of passengers was sparse, less than 30%.

A silent sense of oppression filled the air.

Everyone sitting here wore a solemn expression on their face.

Since Japan was confirmed as the region most severely affected by monster attacks in the world, it has become a no-go zone for many.

Unless absolutely necessary, no one would want to set foot on this land that could be trampled by monsters at any moment.

However, in this somber atmosphere, there was one person who stood out from the crowd.

By the window, a girl with long, flowing golden hair was quietly gazing out the window.

She wore a simple white dress, her skin almost translucent in the cabin light, and the contours of her profile were so exquisite that they resembled a top-quality piece of white porcelain art, so delicate that no flaws could be seen.

The girl seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere around her; her beautiful phoenix eyes were fixed intently on the sea of ​​clouds below, as if they could see through everything and reach the dazzling light she longed for.

Shiina Mashiro.

After a silent protest involving twelve hours of fasting and throwing away all his paintbrushes and canvases, he successfully persuaded his roommates and family to compromise. Finally, this world-class genius painter boarded a flight to the place where the 'miracle' occurred...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

(Kneel down first)

I'm not eating anymore, I'm having more food!

Damn! This is getting exciting!

Main text: Chapter 81 The Little Daily Life Shatters, Bemstar Descends!

Upon opening the large lunchbox made by Mrs. Kato, a rich aroma of sauce and oil immediately wafts out.

Golden and crispy fried chicken nuggets, thick and tender tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet), small sausages carefully carved into the shape of octopus, and garnished with bright green broccoli, while the rice is sprinkled with a layer of pine nuts and black sesame seeds.

Huge portion!

Compared to the small lunchbox next to it, this is enough for at least five servings!

Just looking at him made Li Qingyang, who had just undergone several hours of self-torture-style training, salivate at an alarming rate.

Mrs. Kato feeds him so diligently; she's practically his second parent!

The black-haired boy felt so hungry he could devour a cow, and he didn't care about his image anymore. He picked up his chopsticks and began to sweep the food away with the speed of a whirlwind.

When you bite into the fried chicken nuggets, the crispy skin reveals tender, juicy meat underneath, and the warm juices burst in your mouth.

Hmm...bliss!

Delicious! So delicious it'll make you ecstatic!

Li Qingyang wolfed down his food while inwardly praising it wildly, his narrowed eyes filled with pure happiness.

Before long, the entire lunchbox was completely devoured by him, leaving not a single grain of rice.

"Hiccup~"

After letting out a satisfied burp, the black-haired boy collapsed onto the floor as if he had no bones.

Feels so good...

Indeed, nothing feels better than rewarding yourself with a delicious, satisfying meal after pushing yourself to the limit.

After resting for a while, he stood up, took the lunchbox and tableware to the kitchen, washed them carefully, dried them, and put them away.

Then her gaze shifted to another small bento box on the dining table, wrapped in a pink furoshiki.

Oops... I almost forgot the important matter. It would be a huge mistake to let my sage, Hui, go hungry.

Li Qingyang quickly took a quick shower in the bathroom, changed into some dry clothes, and then pushed open the door with a light lunchbox in his hand.

Target: General Armaments High.

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The afternoon sun, carrying the sultry heat of summer, shone stickily on the streets of Chiba City.

At the entrance of Zongwu High School, Li Qingyang immediately spotted the figure he had just contacted via text message.

The girl was dressed in simple casual clothes, her signature bob haircut swaying gently in the breeze. She was looking down at her phone, looking as serene as a painting.

Hearing footsteps, Kato Megumi looked up and saw the black-haired boy walking quickly towards her, a faint smile appearing on her face.

"Li Jun".

"Here you go, your lunchbox." Li Qingyang handed over the small box wrapped in pink furufu. "I almost let you go hungry."

"Thank you, Mr. Li, for making the special trip." Kato Megumi took the bento box, her tone as steady as ever. "Have you already eaten?"

"Yeah, I've eaten." Li Qingyang asked casually, "Are you settling into the new school? Have any weird guys tried to hit on you?"

Attempting to trigger a school-themed storyline.JPG

"Fortunately, everyone was friendly, and there were no strange people."

Unfortunately, the plot trigger failed.

Under the sunlight, Li Qingyang smiled faintly at the bob-haired girl, the edges of her hair seemingly coated with a soft golden halo.

Tranquil and peaceful.

It makes people feel calm just by looking at it.

Unexpectedly, after my stomach was full, my eyes were also enjoying the feast.

Isn't this a kind of dessert after a meal?

Kato Megumi thought for a moment, then tilted her head, adding in her calm tone, "Besides, my presence seems to be the same as before, so I haven't attracted much attention..."

Well...

Tolerate...

Endure...

Li Qingyang struggled to suppress the urge to smile and gave her a thumbs up. "You'd be perfect as an assassin."

"Huh...does this kind of thing still exist in modern society...?"

Of course there is! If you just want to, aren't you the strongest one?

The black-haired boy grinned, about to continue his吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments), when a clear, ethereal loli voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind without warning, shattering this moment of leisure.

"Qingyang, you're here."

!!!

What happened?!

The smile on Li Qingyang's face froze instantly.

His relaxed and carefree gaze one second instantly turned as sharp as a knife.

"Sorry, Kato, something urgent has come up, I have to go now!"

The black-haired boy hurriedly uttered these words, giving the girl no time to react before suddenly turning around and rushing out without looking back, his speed so fast that he created a gust of wind.

Kato Megumi stood quietly in place, watching the figure disappear rapidly from sight.

She didn't press for answers, nor did she show any confusion. She simply glanced down at the lunchbox in her hand, which still held the warmth of the boy's hand, and seemed to have thought of something. She let out a soft sigh in the breeze.

"That must have been really tough..."

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In the afternoon, on an international flight from the UK to Japan, the gentle announcements of the flight attendants echoed through the cabin, informing passengers that the plane was about to descend and asking them to fasten their seatbelts and stow their tray tables.

The blonde girl leaned against the porthole, gazing quietly at the endless sea of ​​clouds below.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, making her hair appear like molten gold, and her exquisitely beautiful face remained expressionless.

That golden light that swept across the globe on Miracle Day, banishing all darkness without leaving a trace, was deeply imprinted on her soul, sparking her inspiration and leading her to paint the world-renowned "Miracle."

She's here.

Crossing oceans to this dangerous land ravaged by monsters, to pursue that light...

For no other reason than to see it with my own eyes, and even to measure its grandeur and sacredness with my own hands...

Inside the cabin, the girl was serene and peaceful.

Outside the cabin, the sea of ​​clouds churned, while the wings remained stable.

Further ahead, there was a cloudless expanse of azure, and the entire plane was merely a tiny, insignificant dot in that blue expanse.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, this airspace should have maintained this peace and tranquility.

But the next second.

Suddenly, without warning, a ripple appeared in the airspace above them.

Like an invisible pebble thrown into a calm lake, the ripples spread and twisted rapidly at a visible speed, as if the entire structure of the space was wailing as it was forcibly stretched and folded by a tyrannical force!

"Tear—!"

The next moment, a sharp, strange sound like tearing silk exploded out of thin air, and the sky was forcibly ripped open with a bottomless black hole, turning into a huge, deep, slowly rotating spatial vortex!

"What...what is that?!"

The captain's voice had barely escaped his throat when a hideous silhouette suddenly burst forth from the spatial vortex, leaving him utterly horrified.

It has a huge body that resembles a giant bird, with sharp yellow-green horns on its head and strange five-pointed star-shaped organs on its abdomen.

The colossal cosmic monster—Bemstar—has arrived!

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Ah, okay, it's burned out. I haven't even cooked yet. (slumps over)

I heard that updating more often solves everything, so I'll try it later and see if any experts will help me out.

Main text: Chapter 82 The Light Beam Technique That Explodes the Clam is a Traditional Skill!

"grumble--!!!"

A piercing shriek, almost shattering the atmosphere, resounded through the sky.

The memory of having his arms and head severed by a flash of light from the Giant of Light, and dying in an instant, was infinitely replayed in slow motion by some dark dog-like creature's dark manipulation, like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely burning into Bemstar's chaotic consciousness!

Anger! Hatred! Murderous intent!

A surge of violent negative emotions instantly overwhelmed all reason, and his enormous eyeballs were instantly shrouded in a terrifying crimson.

Just then, a silver-white commercial airliner roared past below it, speeding towards Japanese airspace.

"!"

Bemstein reacted immediately, letting out an even more ferocious shriek. With a sudden flap of its massive wings, its enormous body vanished from its spot, becoming a blurry afterimage that could not be detected by the naked eye. It crashed into the passenger plane that was trying to escape danger at a terrifying speed that exceeded the speed of sound!

The body resurrected and strengthened by the Dark Shadow Mage has given it greater speed and strength. Its flight speed within the atmosphere has soared from Mach 5 to a terrifying Mach 10, and even the roar of a sonic boom cannot keep up with its trajectory!

In contrast, the passenger plane that was speeding away was crawling like a tortoise, unable to even reach the standard for pursuit.

The distance vanished in an instant.

The sharp claws traced a deadly arc in the air, instantly tearing apart one of the plane's wings!

"boom--!!!"

Inside the cabin, violent shaking and a sudden feeling of weightlessness struck at the same time!

The screams of passengers, the clattering of objects, and the piercing alarms mingled together, creating a symphony of apocalyptic panic!

Shiina Mashiro was violently thrown from her seat by a tremendous force. Her frail body was no match for her, and her forehead slammed heavily against the hard porthole frame.

With a thud, her world began to spin.

Warm blood immediately seeped from the wound, flowing down her smooth forehead.