Arrived in the Type-Moon World, Now Out of Contact

The Winged Species girl hung upside down in midair exerted every ounce of strength in her body, pulling the Chains of Heaven taut enough that they looked ready to snap at any moment, yet she still could not break them. Her petite body writhed like a caterpillar, making for an especially ridiculous sight.

The person who had created this spiritless space naturally took out a camera and recorded the absurdly comical scene.

Struggling until she was utterly exhausted, Raphael still could not free herself from her restraints. She panted heavily; without external support, she clearly could not break free from the Chains of Heaven.

"Otherworldly visitor, you have won. You now have the right to cut off my head and claim it as your trophy."

Born among the Winged Species, who delighted in collecting heads, little Raphael confirmed that she had been defeated and had no chance of turning the tables. She viciously addressed the person who had already displayed combat power on the level of a Divine Spirit Race, then closed her eyes and prepared to die with dignity.

As weapons of the God of War, every member of the Winged Species was prepared to be killed someday. Raphael naturally did not fear death.

"I don't have a weird hobby like collecting heads."

After the water boiled, the young man took out a spring chicken and a full set of kitchen utensils, preparing mushroom-stewed chicken as a late-night snack. He curled his lip.

"Besides, if I kill Arteshu's favorite follower, I'll definitely piss him off. When that happens, he might not keep letting me work on the project I've prepared to challenge him with, as agreed."

The God of War Arteshu had created the all-female Winged Species based on the belief that "men represent strength, so having only me