Maybe this time, the opponent would be someone interesting. As long as they were interesting, they could at least stir Yan's fighting spirit a little.
In his world.
In the world of absolute strength, there was no danger or threat—only interesting things and boring things he could not be bothered to deal with.
"Even the traps are outdated. Nice taste..."
"Ah, wait!"
Funahara Yuki anxiously grabbed Yan's hand and aimed the flashlight somewhere else. Within the beam's reach, another new sports bag appeared.
"It's the same as the bag from before. There must be something inside!"
Funahara Yuki rushed out at once, before Yan could even stop her.
"Don't lea—"
The words slipped out, but it was already too late. Funahara Yuki happily picked up the sports bag, but the very next second, a piercing alarm nearly burst their eardrums. Rather than a meticulously designed trap, it seemed its creator cared more about entertainment. The prank-like trap was impossible to figure out. Once the alarm sounded, the Automated Machines had pinpointed their location and immediately sped toward Yan and Funahara Yuki in the darkness.
However, Yan keenly noticed the difference between it and the Automated Machine from before. This was not the same one, which meant there were at least two Automated Machines searching for them here. That made the situation even more serious. The trapmaker had really put a great deal of thought into this.
"Then I'll have to cooperate properly, won't I? To complete this interesting game. The identities of prey and hunter are not always absolute. Let's wait and see." Yan glanced into the distance, that seemingly casual look...
The chill carried through the surveillance equipment and along the wires made the "planner," or perhaps the "creator," watching this game shudder all over. Even Izumiyadera felt that