I'm in the Ark, a player.

Because it is not only brittle, but it also doesn't shoot out a katana, and it's not actually two katanas joined together.

The third axe strike is unnecessary.

Because he was shameless, he dressed up, inserted himself, and started making "puff puff puff puff puff puff" sounds in the monster's mouth, shooting out a big one.

Fourth... what was it again?

Um...I forgot, I forgot everything after that, but basically it wasn't needed.

"I don't know what kind of weapons the Insect Glaive and Switch Axe you mentioned are, but since you don't use so many things, why did you take them all?"

Upon hearing this question, Qin Tianling turned to look at her with a puzzled expression.

"Is that even a question?"

"Just because I don't need it doesn't mean I won't take it."

"6."

What else could Mostima say?

Take it if you want.

Given Qin Tianling's abilities, the Emperor most likely wouldn't mind such a small amount of money.

"Now that you're ready, let's begin. The car is ready."

Mostima waved and led Qin Tianling downstairs.

A black SUV was parked downstairs. It was wide, had thick tires, and reinforced side panels; it was clearly a tough vehicle.

The Emperor sat in the passenger seat, dressed impeccably in sunglasses, a gold chain, and a knitted hat. His short legs couldn't even reach the car floor.

Fiamet, the Phoenix of Destruction who was traveling with Mostima, sat in the back seat with his arms crossed.

Mostima opened the driver's seat door first and got in. Looking at the Emperor, who was already armed, she smiled.

"Is the Emperor coming along too?"

"I just happened to have nothing to do, and this order was pretty simple."

The Emperor pushed up his sunglasses and said,

I mainly wanted to see the new employee.

As for the fact that he emptied his armory... the Emperor didn't really care.

30 longswords, 10 greatswords, 4 heavy shields, 7 staves, and bows and crossbows—I've taken them all!

no way,

Who told me to tell Qin Tianling to "take whatever you want"?

The Emperor truly hadn't expected that Qin Tianling's words, "I won't be polite," meant he really wouldn't be polite!

"Why should I have to do your work too?"

Fiameta, sitting in the back seat, muttered.

But nobody paid any attention to her.

Let me briefly explain this commission.

The task is quite simple: retrieve an item from a designated location and deliver it to another person.

The journey takes you through slums and the territory of some gangs.

The pickup location was in the basement of the Jin Hong Casino of the Tie Yi Association.

The goods are Qinglintang's Red Sticks—"

What is a red stick?

Qin Tianling's voice came from outside the car; he hadn't gotten in yet.

"Red Stick" refers to the henchmen of a gang.

These gang class divisions are all the same old things: Dragon Head, Red Stick, Double Flower Red Stick, Paper Fan, Straw Sandal, 49, etc.

Sijiu was the most basic, lowest-ranking member of the gang, and Paper Fan was—”

"Skip, skip!"

Qin Tianling interrupted him directly.

Who wants to listen to this long-winded introduction to gang slang?

He only needs to know two things: what he should do and who he should kill!

"In short, we want to bring the leaders of the Green Scale Hall from the Iron One Society's Golden Hong Casino stronghold to the Green Scale Hall."

"Isn't this just a hostage rescue?"

I'm familiar with Qintianling!

But this is also the kind of mission that Qin Tianling doesn't like to do - because he often takes away the hostages and the enemy together with a single 'thump thump thump,' leading to defeat.

Maybe?

Essentially, it's also a form of package delivery.

The emperor shrugged.

"In short, that's the mission."

"Qin Tianling, get on the bus quickly."

The first two seats were taken, so Qin Tianling should have gone to the back to sit with Fiameta.

But Qin Tianling did not sit in the back seat.

He simply... climbed onto the roof of the car.

Let's go.

Qin Tianling tapped on the roof of the car and said.

He'd wanted to try this for a long time!

After all, this game is so free; he can do whatever he wants and sit wherever he wants!

Wow, rock and roll!

The emperor, sitting in the passenger seat, remarked with emotion.

Mostima, in the driver's seat, smiled, finding it amusing, but said nothing.

As for Fiammetta?

She opened her mouth, wanting to complain, but in the end, all she could manage was a helpless sigh.

"Holy crap, a genius has arrived..."

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I'm currently four chapters short, so I need to work overtime to write more. The extra chapter might be released late at night...

I really want to play games.

Really.

Below is Python:

This is a peaceful, everyday world. This romance simulation system aims to help the host live a happy, fulfilling, and enjoyable life.

[With the help of this system, actively pursue the female characters and earn rewards!]

Looking at the towering Devil Tree standing next to Tokyo Tower, Makino Shigure felt extremely uneasy.

Bro, what exactly is your daily life like?!

Having been given a second chance at life, Makino Shigure only wanted to live a peaceful and ordinary life, but reality was always disappointing.

The world they live in has been invaded by a dimension, and countless monsters have descended upon reality. Their peaceful daily life will eventually be reduced to ashes in the disaster.

The desire for a peaceful life coalesced into Makino Shigure's inherent talent—[Transmigrators do not die from anomalies].

The ability to adapt to all supernatural forces, the strongest rock-paper-scissors style with the second move.

With a group of reliable partners by his side, he can easily defeat a mere dimensional invasion!

Strange Cat Girl Yukinoshita Yukino

Forest Fire and Ice Man: Kaguya Shinomiya

Grand Assassin Megumi Kato

……

After everything had settled down, Makino Shigure looked at the unfriendly-looking girls surrounding him, and his lips twitched slightly.

Is a chaotic situation considered abnormal? I need an answer urgently, waiting online.

Bro, where is your everyday life?

Chapter 28, Will You Dance Too? (Bonus Chapter)

Lungmen law prohibits casinos from operating in the city center, so the Iron One Association's Golden Hong Casino was located on the edge of a slum, close to Lungmen city.

Because the slums are a place the Guard Bureau doesn't handle.

Since it's not being managed, there's room for manipulation, for example... opening up places that are explicitly prohibited.

This is something that many gangs with some influence in the slums do.

The Jin Hong Casino looks like an ordinary house from the outside. The windows are all sealed off, and the gray exterior walls are no different from the surrounding buildings, except that it occupies a large area—it could easily be used to open a convenience store.

Stepping inside, one can witness the true face of the casino.

All the partitions were removed to create a two-story hall. A crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling in the center of the hall, illuminating the entire previously airtight space as if it were daytime.

Dozens of gambling tables were neatly arranged in the hall, offering everything from baccarat to blackjack, from roulette to pai gow—virtually everything imaginable.

The air was thick with the smells of cheap cigarettes, cheap perfume, and sweat; the clatter of chips mingled with the clatter of gamblers' chatter.

This is the Golden Harvest Casino.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're still playing baccarat here? Aren't you going to watch a show?"

One of the gamblers patted his companion familiarly as he prepared to place chips on the table.

"What are you looking at?"

"Of course we look to the big shots!"

The gambler pointed to a card table in the distance, where a large crowd had gathered to watch.

"That big shot has won several rounds in a row, turning his initial stakes of a few hundred yuan into hundreds of thousands!"

Even more incredibly, he didn't lose a single game in that stretch!

He lowered his voice, leaned close to his companion's ear, and whispered mysteriously,

"According to him, his nickname is something like... the God of Gamblers of the Nation?"

"The God of Gamblers!"

At the card table surrounded by onlookers, Qin Tianling, who called himself the French God of Gamblers, leaned back comfortably in his chair, legs crossed, one hand resting on the edge of the table, the fingers of the other hand lightly tapping on the surface.

The beautiful dealer dealt him three cards, face down, and neatly pushed them in front of him.

“Wo→Yao→Yan→Pai↗!”

Qin Tianling picked up three cards, glancing at them briefly before tossing them back onto the table.

"No problem with the card."