As Long as the Slide Is Fast Enough, Danger Can't Catch Me (5.1K)

I saw myself bound tightly and stripped naked, then thrown into a pot to be boiled!

"You, ah--!!!"

A scream immediately pierced through the top of his head.

The Flügel doesn't have the same excessive sense of shame as humans.

I just felt a sense of humiliation.

Not only was he knocked unconscious, but now he's soaking in lukewarm soup!

"Let me go! I don't want to be made into soup! I don't want to be eaten!"

"Stop arguing! Look how delicious this braised mushrooms I made are! Come and taste it to see if it's salty enough!"

Ignoring Jibril's cries and struggles, Yotsuba Mahiro picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful from the pot, and forced it into Jibril's mouth.

"Waaaaah!"

Jibril struggled frantically in the soup pot, but no matter what she did, she couldn't avoid the spoon, and finally, she swallowed hard.

She swallowed the soup.

Jibril stopped struggling instantly, and two lines of clear tears gradually replaced the corners of her eyes.

"How does it taste?"

"Waaah... It's so delicious! This is the first time I've ever tasted anything so good!"

Jibril cried.

I was so moved by the food that I cried.

The first thing she ever ate in her life was her own bathwater!

However, deep within her heart, in a corner she herself was unaware of, a strange stirring began to emerge!

The once proud Flügel Jibril is now irrevocably gone...

Chapter 410 As long as the track is fast enough, danger can't catch me (5.1K)

Yotsuba Mahiro knew very well that this temperature was neither painful nor irritating to the Flügel.

If you threw these weirdos into lava, they'd probably swim around in it first, then take a shower before coming out.

What he's doing now is simply humiliating Jibril.

But in reality, the psychological trauma seems to have been deeper than imagined.

At least until now, I still haven't come to my senses.

"Hey, hey, wake up! Snap out of it!"

Yotsuba Mahiro unceremoniously reached out and patted Jibril's slightly chubby face in her child form.

Hmm, I must say, it feels pretty good, quite bouncy.

However, Jibril instantly snapped back to reality when she felt someone pat her face. She initially thought it was that jerk Azriel, but what she saw was the monkey who had defeated her!

"Monkey, what exactly do you want to do to me?!"

"Oh, you've got quite a temper, haven't you?"

Yotsuba Mahiro grinned, then stirred the soup spoon again, saying unhurriedly, "Isn't it obvious? Little Ji stewed mushrooms, perfect for dinner."

"Xiao Ji... stewed mushrooms...? You really want to eat me?"

Jibril was immediately shocked. She had initially thought the monkey was just trying to humiliate her, but she never expected it would actually eat her!

Jibril immediately changed her expression and became teary-eyed:

"Little Ji, I'm so cute, would you really bear to eat me?"

"Trying to be cute doesn't work on me."

"That's right, acting cute is useless."

A voice suddenly rang out, and Est appeared, having somehow lifted the curtain and run in, carrying a large pile of firewood, which she tossed into the fire with a heave-heave.

Jibril could clearly feel the temperature rise a few degrees.

While this temperature might not kill her, it was clear that this action was truly intended to devour her!

Even at that moment, Yotsuba Mahiro added quietly:

"Didn't I tell you when I arrested you? I'd make soup out of you."

Upon closer reflection, it was indeed true. But even Jibril couldn't have imagined that a monkey... no, a monkey of some unknown race, could actually break through the Heavenly Smite and even withstand it head-on!

"Don't treat me like that! I'm so cute, I must have other uses, right?"

Jibril blinked, seemingly trying to seduce him, but for a toddler to make such an expression was more about being cute and, secondarily, funny.

But Yotsuba Mahiro still stroked his chin, thinking carefully for a while.

"Hmm... other uses? What else is it good for? Are you going to be turned into a sex toy?"

"That's a good idea, but unfortunately I don't have a penchant for targeting little girls."

"So don't worry, although this is my first time doing this, and my skills aren't as refined as Uncle Mads', I'll try my best to make your food as delicious as possible. Just hang in there a little longer, and the dizziness will pass."

Flying Cup?

Mads Mikkelsen?

She heard these incomprehensible words from Yotsuba Mahiro one after another, but when Yotsuba Mahiro's smile was somewhat similar to that of Azriel, the senior of the Flügel, Jibril suddenly thought of a possibility.

Tilting his head, he subconsciously uttered a word.

"... Strange uncle?"

No sooner had she spoken than Jibril was punished for seeking momentary pleasure.

"Mahiro, is the fire too cold?"

After adding the firewood, Est came over to him and tugged at his sleeve.

Mahiro nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it is a little bit low, but it's okay, I can add something else."

And so, under Est's gaze, I stretched out a hand toward Jibril, simultaneously activating the Alpha Stigma.

Several wondrous little objects appeared in his palm, slowly rotating.

"Magma, lightning, absolute zero—take your pick."

"... Can... can I not choose this...?"

Jibril's lips twitched, and she leaned back against the pot until she was backed against it, with nowhere left to retreat. She wanted to get away from these things that looked dangerous.

Are the physical bodies of the Flügel very strong?

They are very strong; even the bodies of the Flügel can withstand attacks from the Old Deus. There is a Flügel named Raphael who survived Heavenly Smite from both the Old Deus and the Flügel as a shield.

The price was the loss of his left wing and left eye, and the shattering of his aura.

This shows just how incredibly strong their physical bodies are.

It is estimated that killing the Flügel would require at least the temperature of the sun's core or the energy of a supernova explosion. In the original work, Blank used this to win a word chain game.

However, a fully developed body does not necessarily mean that a toddler's body is also that strong.

At the very least, Jibril is very weak right now and doesn't dare to come into contact with these things at all.

Not to mention that these things were made by Yotsuba Mahiro, she dared not touch them even more.

"Don't you like any?"

Yotsuba Mahiro then imitated Jibril's earlier gesture, tilting his head, and with a wave of his hand, Est transformed into a greatsword and was planted in the ground.

"Since you don't like it, how about we sever the magical formula within you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Est even gave her a special treat, a cold, icy light flowing from the blade, seemingly possessing the power to cut through anything!

"... Xiao Ji knows he was wrong, please forgive him!"

Jibril very decisively and readily admitted defeat.

The Flügel are indeed killing machines, but Jibril is an anomaly among them, a madwoman among Flügel.

But she's not stupid.

In Jibril's eyes, the male who called himself a monkey already possessed power comparable to that of Old Deus!

"Forgive?"

Upon hearing these words that he hadn't heard in a long time, Yotsuba Mahiro grinned. "Whether I forgive you or not is a matter for the Old Deus who manage death. I'm just a passing traveler whose duty is to send you to meet your maker."

After saying that, he drew the Demon-Slaying Holy Sword, slung it over his shoulder, and sharpened it, ready to strike Xiao Ji.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeee?!"

As the human male drew ever closer, Jibril's mood plummeted. She could tell that although he was smiling, he was not joking.

Especially those eyes that had turned from jet black to scarlet and were filled with inexplicable magical runes— Jibril sensed a deadly threat from them!

It seemed capable of completely destroying her body, her techniques, her very existence, and everything else!

For the first time, I felt a tremor in my very soul, as if I were facing my creator, the god of war Artosh, and I felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

"... Is there any room for reconciliation?" Jibril asked nervously.

"Oh? You want to reconcile? Of course, that's no problem. I've always been very tolerant."

Yotsuba Mahiro waved her hand, giving Jibril two choices—

"First, I'll use the elements I just mentioned to fry, stir-fry, and then hang it on the iceberg to become my snack with alcohol and the staple food for the people in the settlement."

"Secondly, submit to me, and you may begin your choice."

Without even a second thought, Jibril rejected the first option at lightning speed.

"So, you choose to submit?"

"Yes, I choose to submit." Jibril lowered her head resignedly.

"That's really decisive..."

Yotsuba Mahiro somewhat surprised and looked at the little girl with great interest.

I remember the original description of the Flügel was --

A proud race that never bows its head to anyone.

A race of battle maniacs who are fearless even in the face of death and extremely proud.

Do even such a race have moments of fear of death?

But in fact, Jibril wasn't afraid of death.

She could accept becoming food for the strong, but what about becoming fodder for the monkeys in the settlement?

Are you kidding me!

I would rather die than accept this!

Moreover, as a prisoner, bowing down to someone stronger than herself, someone she couldn't defy, wasn't shameful to her.

Unlike other Flügel, she always accepts her failures and learns from them.

That's why Jibril was able to continuously grow stronger, instead of remaining stagnant and unchanged.

"Are you sure you don't want to change it?"

Mahiro pulled up a stool, crossed his legs, and waited patiently for Jibril's reply.

"I won't change it. From now on, you are my master, Jibril."

Even though Jibril was in the soup pot, she still lowered her head deeply, almost burying her face completely in her flavored bathwater.

"Heh, that's quite decisive."

Mahiro chuckled and spoke again, "Then let me introduce myself. My name is Yotsuba Mahiro, and I am a world traveler. You can call me a visitor from another world, that's fine too."

"Another world...?!"