"Achoo!"
Kraft, who was playing a virtual game with his two younger sisters and their dog, suddenly sneezed.
He rubbed his nose and called to Arale, who was carrying an enormous Elder Dragon nearby, "Arale, stop playing. It's time for bed!"
"Okay!"
Arale answered, then hurled the Elder Dragon, which was dozens of times her size, into the distance, collapsing a distant mountain peak.
Yet the dragon still managed to crawl out of the rubble and flee, flapping its somewhat bent wings. Judging by its health bar, it had only lost about a third of its health.
"Whoa! That doesn't make any sense!"
Although this wasn't Quinn's first time witnessing Arale's destructive power, he was still terrified every time.
In fact, Kraft still hadn't gotten used to it either. Very few people could remain calm around a little menace who could casually reshape the terrain, right? Especially when this was clearly a virtual world...
So the fact that Arale's conceptual attacks still worked in a virtual world was fucking ridiculous!
After marveling once again at just how absurdly overpowered that logic-free world was, Kraft and the others logged out of the game and returned to reality.
"Go wash your face, brush your teeth, and get to bed."
Kraft ruffled Arale's hair as he spoke, then turned his gaze toward Angela.
Angela looked up and met Kraft's gaze for a moment, then her head and hands suddenly drooped as if her battery had died. Immediately afterward, her holographic image slipped out of the body like a ghost.
"I'm brushing my teeth~"
The holographic Angela held a rinsing cup in her hand and a toothbrush in her mouth, speaking to Kraft through a mouthful of foam.
Kraft rolled his eyes, ignored the little brat, and turned to head for the bathroom himself.