Leisurely Holiday

"Fuck, what kind of piece-of-shit gun is this? I can't hit a single shot!?"

In front of the shooting-prize stall, Black and White Lady cursed as she slammed down the toy gun that had run out of ammo, then reached out to the boy beside her. "Give me yours!"

The boy stared openmouthed at this ill-tempered older girl whose skills were even worse. The word "no" had clearly already reached his throat, but he simply couldn't say it, so he could only pout and hand over the toy gun in his hands.

The stall owner saw this and hesitated, wanting to speak. After all, Black and White Lady refused to pay even a single steel coin and was only playing by snatching toy guns bought by children. In just this short while, over a dozen kids had already become victims. But because the children didn't dare resist, everyone else assumed Black and White Lady knew them, so no one said anything.

Instead, a player this terrible stirred up the passersby's urge to take the challenge. Everyone was thinking, If it were me, I'd definitely hit it—and in fact, they really could.

"Her Gun Art is still as awful as ever."

Beneath a lamppost not far from the stall stood a masked man in a trench coat and a quiet lady with long hair draped over her shoulders. They were none other than Doomsday Watcher and Silver Lamp Mirror Master.

"Although Spellcasters all have weaknesses, for Spellcasters who've generally stepped into the God Realm," Mirror Master covered her mouth and laughed, "a 'weakness' means being only at the silver level, not being completely unable to grasp it. Cases like Black Devil are practically one in a million."

"Mm."

"I'd already guessed before that you would loosen their chains a little, but