Chapter 150
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Silence permeated the large hall, and Wind's heart thumped every time the battle maiden of steel stepped toward him. He looked at the receptionist with eyes that seemed like they were gonna shed tears of blood, but the tired receptionist only avoided him while portraying a face filled with purity — a true virgin Mary. Wind swallowed his saliva with difficulty as he soon found himself shadowed by the towering figure in front of him. She looked at the cowering man in front of her, and pointed at him while turning her sight toward the receptionist who simply nodded. Her forearm advanced toward Wind and grabbed him by the collar, Wind's heart skipped a beat as he closed his eyes in fear. Nothing happened, and he felt his body rise up and down. When he opened his eyelids again, he saw himself advance toward an elevator with his body on top of the battle maiden's shoulder.
"Uh, Hello?", he exclaimed with a timid voice. "You see, I'm really pure, and I'm not super comfortable with the ladies. You see, I'm quite the anxious one, and It would be great if you let me walk on my own."
He only heard a cold grunt in return, and the next moment he felt the ground under his feet and expelled a silent sight through his sore throat. He looked in front of him and saw the towering back of the battle maiden enter through the elevator. "She doesn't seem that mean…", he thought as he followed suit and also entered in the elevator. Normally it should have been enough to house a crew of individuals with zero problems. But with the battle maiden of steel, he couldn't help but feel as tight as if he was inside of a can of sardines. Her enormous waist blocked him against the wall, and it was only after a few seconds of ascending that he felt himself freed from the steely embrace.
She began advancing through the narrow corridor without taking a second look at the frail man who followed her. Wind couldn't help but feel ashamed when he saw her musculature; he had been nonstop boasting about his newfound strength, and he began comparing himself with the battle maiden of steel. His head dropped low as he followed his battle maiden with low confidence, and after a few second, the battle maiden stopped in front of the door. Her hand flashed in front of the door as she unlocked it, and made way for Wind to enter. He didn't make her wait and speedily entered through the door with graved on it.
The battle maiden of steel pointed towards the steel table that was in the middle of the room. Wind couldn't make head or tail about what she meant but followed suit and laid on the table. He felt the machine under lit up, and after a few seconds passed, nothing happened in his sight. Doubt appeared on his face as he continued gazing at the ceiling, then a large hand appeared on his field of view and shut down his sight. Battle League system instantly booted and filled his vision, during the instant his brain was halfway inside of the game he heard a loud voice pierce through his ears.
"Beat them all!", he didn't know where it came from, but he guessed that it must have been from his battle maiden. He couldn't help but feel slightly happy as he considered that she was cheering for him. He finished fully logging in the game, and a large firmament appeared, filling the entirety of his surroundings.
He speedily passed through his avatar's creation as he decided that he should just keep his real life's facial features. And the next moment he found himself in a vast field, dozens of lines of weapon appeared in his sight. With it came a system notification that explained the course of the tutorial. Without further thoughts, he grabbed one of the weapons that floated in the air and effectuated a few swipes to get used to it. He had chosen a spear, one that wasn't solid but was made of supple wooden material. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise as he made a few movements and noticed the strength in his body. Although his physical body was quite strong in itself, and could even be said to have attained the peak of mortality. It was still a far range in comparison with the physique of a body cultivator, and after a few seconds of getting accustomed to it, he couldn't help but feel impressed by the game's technology.
A timer appeared in his vision.
He knew that his first opponent would appear in the next few moments; his eyes closed as he envisioned himself as the strongest superuser, and when he reopened them, a sharp glint appeared in them.
A man appeared in front of him. He assumed a battle stance as he waited for Wind to initiate the fight. On top of his field of view, he saw an inscription that said that it was the first wave. Without making his first opponent wait even further, Wind transformed into a piercing figure that crossed space between them. He knew that his way of handling the spear was wrong, but the inner confidence he had when he visualized himself as a spear user made him ignore everything. He went for the killing blow in the first strike, and his spear pierced through his opponent chest's in a split second.
The martial artist in front of him looked at him with a pained gaze before sliding along his spear toward the ground. Thud! The sound of his body hitting the ground awakened Wind from his stupor. He sighed as he doubted himself when killing the martial artist; as the game was way too real, his mind froze when he saw the expression of the martial artist on death's door. Thankfully, he managed to shut down those feelings in an instant as he heard two distinctive footsteps rush toward him.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Silence permeated the large hall, and Wind's heart thumped every time the battle maiden of steel stepped toward him. He looked at the receptionist with eyes that seemed like they were gonna shed tears of blood, but the tired receptionist only avoided him while portraying a face filled with purity — a true virgin Mary. Wind swallowed his saliva with difficulty as he soon found himself shadowed by the towering figure in front of him. She looked at the cowering man in front of her, and pointed at him while turning her sight toward the receptionist who simply nodded. Her forearm advanced toward Wind and grabbed him by the collar, Wind's heart skipped a beat as he closed his eyes in fear. Nothing happened, and he felt his body rise up and down. When he opened his eyelids again, he saw himself advance toward an elevator with his body on top of the battle maiden's shoulder.
"Uh, Hello?", he exclaimed with a timid voice. "You see, I'm really pure, and I'm not super comfortable with the ladies. You see, I'm quite the anxious one, and It would be great if you let me walk on my own."
He only heard a cold grunt in return, and the next moment he felt the ground under his feet and expelled a silent sight through his sore throat. He looked in front of him and saw the towering back of the battle maiden enter through the elevator. "She doesn't seem that mean…", he thought as he followed suit and also entered in the elevator. Normally it should have been enough to house a crew of individuals with zero problems. But with the battle maiden of steel, he couldn't help but feel as tight as if he was inside of a can of sardines. Her enormous waist blocked him against the wall, and it was only after a few seconds of ascending that he felt himself freed from the steely embrace.
She began advancing through the narrow corridor without taking a second look at the frail man who followed her. Wind couldn't help but feel ashamed when he saw her musculature; he had been nonstop boasting about his newfound strength, and he began comparing himself with the battle maiden of steel. His head dropped low as he followed his battle maiden with low confidence, and after a few second, the battle maiden stopped in front of the door. Her hand flashed in front of the door as she unlocked it, and made way for Wind to enter. He didn't make her wait and speedily entered through the door with graved on it.
The battle maiden of steel pointed towards the steel table that was in the middle of the room. Wind couldn't make head or tail about what she meant but followed suit and laid on the table. He felt the machine under lit up, and after a few seconds passed, nothing happened in his sight. Doubt appeared on his face as he continued gazing at the ceiling, then a large hand appeared on his field of view and shut down his sight. Battle League system instantly booted and filled his vision, during the instant his brain was halfway inside of the game he heard a loud voice pierce through his ears.
"Beat them all!", he didn't know where it came from, but he guessed that it must have been from his battle maiden. He couldn't help but feel slightly happy as he considered that she was cheering for him. He finished fully logging in the game, and a large firmament appeared, filling the entirety of his surroundings.
He speedily passed through his avatar's creation as he decided that he should just keep his real life's facial features. And the next moment he found himself in a vast field, dozens of lines of weapon appeared in his sight. With it came a system notification that explained the course of the tutorial. Without further thoughts, he grabbed one of the weapons that floated in the air and effectuated a few swipes to get used to it. He had chosen a spear, one that wasn't solid but was made of supple wooden material. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise as he made a few movements and noticed the strength in his body. Although his physical body was quite strong in itself, and could even be said to have attained the peak of mortality. It was still a far range in comparison with the physique of a body cultivator, and after a few seconds of getting accustomed to it, he couldn't help but feel impressed by the game's technology.
A timer appeared in his vision.
He knew that his first opponent would appear in the next few moments; his eyes closed as he envisioned himself as the strongest superuser, and when he reopened them, a sharp glint appeared in them.
A man appeared in front of him. He assumed a battle stance as he waited for Wind to initiate the fight. On top of his field of view, he saw an inscription that said that it was the first wave. Without making his first opponent wait even further, Wind transformed into a piercing figure that crossed space between them. He knew that his way of handling the spear was wrong, but the inner confidence he had when he visualized himself as a spear user made him ignore everything. He went for the killing blow in the first strike, and his spear pierced through his opponent chest's in a split second.
The martial artist in front of him looked at him with a pained gaze before sliding along his spear toward the ground. Thud! The sound of his body hitting the ground awakened Wind from his stupor. He sighed as he doubted himself when killing the martial artist; as the game was way too real, his mind froze when he saw the expression of the martial artist on death's door. Thankfully, he managed to shut down those feelings in an instant as he heard two distinctive footsteps rush toward him.
Silence permeated the large hall, and Wind's heart thumped every time the battle maiden of steel stepped toward him. He looked at the receptionist with eyes that seemed like they were gonna shed tears of blood, but the tired receptionist only avoided him while portraying a face filled with purity a true virgin Mary. Wind swallowed his saliva with difficulty as he soon found himself shadowed by the towering figure in front of him. She looked at the cowering man in front of her, and pointed at him while turning her sight toward the receptionist who simply nodded. Her forearm advanced toward Wind and grabbed him by the collar, Wind's heart skipped a beat as he closed his eyes in fear. Nothing happened, and he felt his body rise up and down. When he opened his eyelids again, he saw himself advance toward an elevator with his body on top of the battle maiden's shoulder."Uh, Hello?", he exclaimed with a timid voice. "You see, I'm really pure, and I'm not super comfortable with the ladies. You see, I'm quite the anxious one, and It would be great if you let me walk on my own."He only heard a cold grunt in return, and the next moment he felt the ground under his feet and expelled a silent sight through his sore throat. He looked in front of him and saw the towering back of the battle maiden enter through the elevator. "She doesn't seem that mean", he thought as he followed suit and also entered in the elevator. Normally it should have been enough to house a crew of individuals with zero problems. But with the battle maiden of steel, he couldn't help but feel as tight as if he was inside of a can of sardines. Her enormous waist blocked him against the wall, and it was only after a few seconds of ascending that he felt himself freed from the steely embrace.She began advancing through the narrow corridor without taking a second look at the frail man who followed her. Wind couldn't help but feel ashamed when he saw her musculature; he had been nonstop boasting about his newfound strength, and he began comparing himself with the battle maiden of steel. His head dropped low as he followed his battle maiden with low confidence, and after a few second, the battle maiden stopped in front of the door. Her hand flashed in front of the door as she unlocked it, and made way for Wind to enter. He didn't make her wait and speedily entered through the door with graved on it.The battle maiden of steel pointed towards the steel table that was in the middle of the room. Wind couldn't make head or tail about what she meant but followed suit and laid on the table. He felt the machine under lit up, and after a few seconds passed, nothing happened in his sight. Doubt appeared on his face as he continued gazing at the ceiling, then a large hand appeared on his field of view and shut down his sight. Battle League system instantly booted and filled his vision, during the instant his brain was halfway inside of the game he heard a loud voice pierce through his ears."Beat them all!", he didn't know where it came from, but he guessed that it must have been from his battle maiden. He couldn't help but feel slightly happy as he considered that she was cheering for him. He finished fully logging in the game, and a large firmament appeared, filling the entirety of his surroundings.He speedily passed through his avatar's creation as he decided that he should just keep his real life's facial features. And the next moment he found himself in a vast field, dozens of lines of weapon appeared in his sight. With it came a system notification that explained the course of the tutorial. Without further thoughts, he grabbed one of the weapons that floated in the air and effectuated a few swipes to get used to it. He had chosen a spear, one that wasn't solid but was made of supple wooden material. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise as he made a few movements and noticed the strength in his body. Although his physical body was quite strong in itself, and could even be said to have attained the peak of mortality. It was still a far range in comparison with the physique of a body cultivator, and after a few seconds of getting accustomed to it, he couldn't help but feel impressed by the game's technology.A timer appeared in his vision.He knew that his first opponent would appear in the next few moments; his eyes closed as he envisioned himself as the strongest superuser, and when he reopened them, a sharp glint appeared in them.A man appeared in front of him. He assumed a battle stance as he waited for Wind to initiate the fight. On top of his field of view, he saw an inscription that said that it was the first wave. Without making his first opponent wait even further, Wind transformed into a piercing figure that crossed space between them. He knew that his way of handling the spear was wrong, but the inner confidence he had when he visualized himself as a spear user made him ignore everything. He went for the killing blow in the first strike, and his spear pierced through his opponent chest's in a split second.The martial artist in front of him looked at him with a pained gaze before sliding along his spear toward the ground. Thud! The sound of his body hitting the ground awakened Wind from his stupor. He sighed as he doubted himself when killing the martial artist; as the game was way too real, his mind froze when he saw the expression of the martial artist on death's door. Thankfully, he managed to shut down those feelings in an instant as he heard two distinctive footsteps rush toward him.
