In the dim corridor, only the piercing alarm and flashing red lights continued without end.
So, who was this beautiful young girl in an ugly outfit, fighting monsters without losing even a shred of her beauty and elegance?
That was right, it was me.
"Swish, swish, swish—!"
Elena raised her wand toward the front, and blades condensed from wind shot forth, slicing every charging monster into pieces.
Fang Zheng nodded at the sight. He had to admit that Elena had every right to call herself a genius witch. Though she had indeed been somewhat nervous when facing these monsters at first, she quickly found a way to deal with them.
After all, these monsters might have been troublesome for ordinary people, but they posed no pressure whatsoever to anyone accustomed to making their way through Fantasy Worlds. Not to mention Fang Zheng and Elena—even the other girls from Semblia Academy would probably have been fine here. Even Ciri would not have been frightened by something like this.
After all, in worlds with fantasy settings, individual strength generally far surpassed the average. Compared to Sci-Fi Worlds, where individuals had almost no particular enhancements, this sort of situation was naturally much easier to handle.
"Looks like you did pretty well."
"Of course."
Lowering her wand, Elena proudly raised her head.
"This is nothing but a minor scene to me. These monsters may look disgusting, but they pose almost no threat to a witch."
As she spoke, Elena strolled forward and arrived before a door.
However, just as Elena was about to open it, the corpse of someone sitting in a wheelchair not far from her—someone who appeared to have long since been killed by a monster—suddenly stood up and grabbed her. It opened its mouth and let out a beastlike roar at