This World Will Never Run Out of Suckers (Continued)

As long as her astral dress and Angel appeared...

Wait.

Where were her Angel and astral dress?!!

The girl, who had always been able to transform at the very first moment, froze.

It seemed like...

She had failed to transform?

The astral dress that should have appeared on her body in an instant... showed no sign of manifesting.

Her Angel also seemed not to exist.

No, that wasn't right. Had she really tried to mobilize her spiritual power?

She abruptly felt a sense of being severed from the World Cup.

Only then

did the man finally speak in an unhurried tone.

"Spiritual power is forbidden here."

—Within the black slave plantation inside his body, aside from large numbers of Sarkaz, there were also many Steam Knights serving as mage towers.

Void Archive truly was an excellent black slave.

Its Steam Knight manufacturing technology was first-rate.

It had even combined the Scarlet King's semi-eternal matrix components to establish a Steam Knight production line.

While the current amplification was still insufficient to devise rule traps that could make mythical beings drop dead on the spot, simply forbidding "a certain action" was very easy.

With complete ease, Russell grabbed Natsumi by the back of her collar.

The petite girl was instantly lifted into the air, limbs flailing wildly.

"What are you going to do to me?!!"

The girl, who had been lifted like a puppy, let out a powerless roar.

In response,

the man rolled his eyes.

This girl looked just like Huihui when they had first met—notably malnourished.

What could he possibly take her to do?

"I'm taking you to eat, then to get a haircut."

Sukiyaki.

When it was first created, Japanese farmers had no pots, so they simply heated their hoes over the ground and used them