The Toys of the 22nd Century Really Were Safe

"It wasn't attacked?" In the early morning, Feng Xue slowly emerged from her meditative state, pulled the Hometown Tree from its pot next to the water bowl, and muttered to herself in surprise.

Although what the two men who looked like humans said yesterday was logical, it was far from enough to earn Feng Xue's trust.

After roughly tidying up, Feng Xue pushed open the door to her guest room and went downstairs. She saw several people having breakfast in the lobby. In addition to the man in white from yesterday and the couple who seemed to be surnamed Lan, there was also a stranger. He looked fairly normal, and judging from the way he was serving the food, he was probably one of the waiters in the restaurant.

Breakfast consisted of Steamed Bun, congee, and pickled vegetables, which seemed normal enough. However, Feng Xue didn't order anything; she simply pushed open the door to leave.

"Hey buddy, we're about to set off too. Want to hitch a ride? It'll be good to have a few more people around, otherwise I won't be able to sleep soundly at night."

Seeing that Feng Xue was about to leave, the man in white immediately asked, but Feng Xue simply shook her head.

Seeing this, the man in white didn't insist and let Feng Xue leave the inn. Mr. Lan, standing to the side, blinked his eight eyes and said with a smile:

"This newcomer is quite vigilant; he should live a long time."

"I hope so. The quality of newcomers has been getting worse and worse in recent years..." The man in white shook his head, but Mrs. Lan, whose face had gill slits, said:

"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, experience in fighting humans isn't very useful against those Demonic Cult Demonic Person."

"That's not all! Now even Sunset Tower and Separation Road have made peace. I feel like these juniors won't even have the experience of fighting to the death!"

The man in white sighed, his expression somewhat complicated. Upon hearing this, Mrs. Lan also sighed:

"We can't afford to have internal conflicts right now, can we?"

"Don't worry about that," said the accountant, who emerged from the backyard, his long, slender fingers holding a piece of paper, his expression relaxed.

"New information from Central State: the new recruits from the Demon Eradication Department are graduating this year are already on their way and should arrive in about half a month. The pressure should be much less then."

"That's good news..."

Feng Xue wasn't interested in what was happening at the inn. He was currently wishing he could skip the complicated map exploration and jump straight into a killing spree, just like some non-story-driven players.

The problem was that we didn't see a single person along the way. Not to mention people, we only saw a few flying insects.

"Damn it! I don't care anymore!" Feng Xue quickly got tired of the monotonous wilderness, so he pulled out a Wrapping Cloth from his waist bag, opened it, and an off-road motorcycle appeared in front of him.

Without a word, Feng Xue straddled the motorcycle. As the Orca Authority was unleashed, the motorcycle under her changed its style immediately. She twisted the throttle, the engine roared, and the spinning tires kicked up Sand and Stone, turning into a black and white streak of light as it sped away into the distance.

"Awesome!" Feng Xue kept twisting the throttle, enjoying the thrill of speeding across the open field. However, perhaps because the roar of this steel beast was too piercing, a sense of crisis suddenly rose in his heart.

That wasn't an assassin's keen intuition, but rather stemmed from the Oath Keeper's [Arrow Protection]!

"Transform!"

Unaware of whether she would be corrupted, Feng Xue had already prepared a contingency plan. Without even striking a pose, she pressed down the lever, and a beaker-shaped transformation mechanism rose up around the speeding motorcycle. Accompanied by a sound effect bursting with chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur), Feng Xue transformed into Kamen Rider Orca once again!

"Bang!"

As the transformation was complete, the attack from afar finally arrived. However, thanks to the safety features of 22nd Century children's toys, the attack only caused Feng Xue to stumble, and the motorcycle was not even overturned.

After stopping the motorcycle, Feng Xue did not immediately retaliate, because he knew that in this world, his appearance might be mistaken for a Demonic Cult Demonic Person from Monster Cultivator. However, when he jumped off the motorcycle and saw the person who had ambushed him, such thoughts were dispelled.

Before him stood a young man about 1.9 meters tall, shirtless, with bulging muscles all over his body. However, it was worth noting that there were patches of slightly murky color on his chest, shoulders, waist, and forehead.

Without a doubt, this is a fairly typical heretical figure from Demonic Cult Demonic Person.

"It actually blocked it. Interesting armor. Is it a new toy invented by humans?" A somewhat harsh voice came from the young man's mouth, coupled with his fierce face that clearly belonged to a villain, practically writing "I am a monster" on his forehead.

"Calling me human means you no longer consider yourself human, is that it?" Feng Xue glanced at the impressive image of the Kamen Rider armor reflected in his vision, but upon closer inspection, she realized that it was nothing more than meaningless characters that served no purpose other than looking cool.

"Well, we can't expect children's toys to have any analytical functions." Feng Xue stared intently at the young man in front of her and silently activated the extreme environment survival module of the knight's armor. As a 22nd-century children's toy, this thing's performance was even enough to allow a person to move around on the surface of a star for an hour. She believed it should be sufficient to defend against unknown pollution.

Although the young man in front of her looked more human than most of the people in the wild inn, except for the spots on his body, Feng Xue was now certain that this demonic Demonic Person was indeed a villain, not an enlightened being like those in a certain scumbag parasitic cultivation novel.

After all, compared to those "veterans of the martial arts world" in the roadside inns who, though their faces were ferocious, possessed gentle and calm minds, this guy in front of him, though he looked like a human, was filled with a disgusting and twisted malice.

"Humans? Don't be ridiculous! I'm not that kind of lowly being..."

"Boom!"

The powerful impact caused a deep indentation in the young man's chest and abdomen. Even though he had leaped backward the moment he was attacked, he still couldn't completely dissipate the force.

"Open!" With a furious shout, the two patches on the young man's ribs suddenly began to writhe, and a pair of fleshy wings, dripping with foul tissue fluid, pierced through the flesh. With a gentle flap, they lifted him into the air. Looking at Feng Xue, who had already launched a sneak attack before he could even finish speaking, he uttered a mocking sound through his bloodied mouth:

"A lower being is a lower being. No matter how strong you are, what can you do against someone like me who can fly...?"

This time, the young man shut his mouth, because Feng Xue's black and white armor was already before his eyes—

Who are you calling inferior?

An armored fist, accompanied by the words that reached his ears, slammed into his face, shattering his nose and facial bones with a cracking sound.

Bang!

The man with fleshy wings was slammed to the ground by Feng Xue, his head caved in the moment it hit the ground, and his face was now only as thick as a pancake after the blow. Filthy tissue fluid dripped down Feng Xue's fist.

However, his body, whose head had been completely shattered, did not die. The patches on his body began to writhe instantly, and tentacles, limbs, and Claws erupted almost simultaneously, enveloping Feng Xue like a cage. Gleaming bone spikes aimed at the weak points of the armor's joints, as if they could tear Feng Xue to shreds at any moment.

However.

Everything came to an abrupt end.

With a clanging sound like metal striking metal, the tentacles, limbs, and sharp bone claws all stopped the moment they touched the knight's armor.

It was as if the force vanished in an instant.

"Children's toys in the 22nd century are indeed safe!"

Don't worry about the outline. The otherworld setting in this book is basically based on outlines I wrote before, but I didn't finish them due to length or other issues. However, I didn't want to abandon the world-building, so I simply reused them. I have all the outlines that can be rolled on the dice, so there won't be any random changes to the outline.