P.S.: oy, "A Gamer in the Honkai world"
Promise Me You Won't Crash, Okay?
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A deathly silence pulsed through the air.
Silver Wolf collapsed dejectedly to the ground, her body still and her expression serene, like a frozen painting immersed in boundless tranquility.
Silver Wolf.
One of Punklode's few living legends.
And the youngest of all its legends.
Without ever receiving a single day of formal training, she had worked at a convenience store, played games, and mastered Aether Editing in the spare moments she spent slacking off.
With the attitude of challenging games one by one, she had gone all the way from being a mercenary on Scrapheap Mountain to the top of the tallest building in Rainbow City.
In network offense and defense alone, she could even trade a few rounds with Screwllum—until Screwllum realized that her heart was hollow, and that she needed to challenge "stages" to gain a sense of achievement.
That was an incredible record.
—Because if it had been the Society of Truth, represented by Doctor Reason, they probably would not have even survived long enough for Screwllum to analyze their state of mind. They would have been massacred outright, as helpless as monkeys being swept down by a human wielding a machine gun.
She was unquestionably at the absolute pinnacle of hackers.
Yet such a top-tier genius had fallen to the ground like a dead dog.
Who did this?
The Masked Fool?
Hadn't they only been walking for a little over ten minutes?
Had the Masked Fool already fought their way to Scalegorge Waterscape in just over ten minutes?!
No—
France had held out for forty-two days!
Denmark had lasted four hours!!
Why had they only taken a few steps before seeing Silver Wolf collapsed on the ground?!!
Hadn't Lord