He Finally Started Acting Like a Person! (Continued)

She leaped up like a butterfly.

A spray of particles trailed behind her skirt, elegant pale blue, like a gauze cape. The hem stretched over six meters long. She raised her gun high, and crackling sounds began to echo through the air. Moisture started to evaporate, leaving the spectators' lips dry.

"I've got a bad feeling about this..."

Zhao Bai muttered.

Bronya had plenty of experience with this sort of thing. She had already put on welding goggles, then stretched out her hand and rather awkwardly covered his eyes.

A blast rang out.

Zhao Bai felt scorching wind blow into his face, along with a faint burnt smell. The unpleasant odor of melted metal rushed into his nostrils. His hair was blown flat against his forehead; sweat dripped down and evaporated, mixing into a scent that was practically indescribably complicated.

Then came an unbearable silence.

Durandal was panting. The clatter of armor came from her, as though she were stretching.

"Ah—"

She took a deep breath as she stretched.

"That felt great. I never thought I'd have a day where I could one-shot a Crystalline Dragon. If only I could do this in games too..."

"Isn't that backwards...?"

Most people fantasized about gaining game skills in real life, but Durandal was the opposite. She wished she could personally enter the game world and slaughter enemies left and right, rather than sit outside with a controller and get taught a lesson by the computer again and again.

At the end of the day, she was just too bad at games.

Bronya lowered her hand, and Zhao Bai opened his eyes. Before him lay burning debris. Shattered black armor had burst apart like flowers, embedded in the floor, walls, and even the ceiling. All proof of its existence had been erased,