"Yo, you're back."
Seeing Naruse Mio and Maria return, Duanmu Huai raised his hand and greeted them.
"How did it go?"
"Not at all."
Naruse Mio said nothing. Instead, Maria shook her head with a deeply disappointed look.
"So much for being the guardians of the Galactic Republic. I thought they'd be impressive, but they're not even as strong as high-ranking Demons' familiars!"
"Huh? They're really that weak?"
Hearing Maria's assessment, Gureiya was somewhat surprised. After all, among the Inquisition's combat team, Maria was already considered one of the weakest. Those weaker than her were only the Jellyfish Sisters, Banbi, and Kula—however, all three were more like mascots, and they generally wouldn't be sent into battle.
Actually, if Maria developed her Nightmare power, she could become even stronger.
Unfortunately, she had chosen close-quarters combat...
"They really are weak."
Maria spread her hands again, her face full of speechless exasperation. She had been looking forward to showing off this time, but her opponent's strength was simply... There was no way to demonstrate her abilities by bullying elementary school students.
"The Psychic Power level here is generally low. It's only natural that things turned out this way."
Duanmu Huai wasn't surprised. In fact, he had noticed it as soon as he arrived in this galaxy. To use the terminology of xianxia or fantasy novels, this place was either a Dharma-Ending Age with its spiritual energy exhausted or a low-magic world—in other words, one where a Great Magician's ultimate spell was Five Fireballs.
In a high-magic world, opening with Five Fireballs as a basic attack would be standard practice.
Naruse Mio and Maria were only average in strength in their own world, but that world's upper limit included Native Gods. This star region didn't even have Native Gods, much less gods from beyond