[Battle Form Unlocked: Sub|Bullet Time.] 】

The console's graphics flipped in an instant, and the cottage background, mustard rabbit, and Genglu rat all disappeared.

Originally, the bullets that the group of little mice shot at the same time were only the size of a grain of rice, but in this newly displayed image, they were magnified several times, enough to be observed by Ikawa Sumi—and the oversized bullets on the screen appeared one after another, making him subconsciously swipe through them with his fingertips.

It was cut in half.

Oh, Ikawa Cheng reacted immediately, as long as he cut all these bullets that appeared in the picture, the crisis of the mustard rabbit could be resolved.

Test his reflexes? Just at such a slow pace? Underestimate him!

Three times five divided by two, with the last projectile being neatly split in half by Ikawa Chung, the background screen of the game returns to the hut again.

The little mice also appeared on the screen again.

The corners of Ikawa's mouth curled, and he pinched his fingers, and snorted a dangerous laugh at the group of gun-wielding mice.

It's amazing, he dares to shoot at his bunny cubs! It seems that the punishment of the earth seat is still too light, and this group of bad things has no intention of reflecting at all, right? Okay, then don't blame him for being rude.

"This ...... What kind of power is this...... Feed...... I've never heard of this ability......! ”

Facing Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who was still standing in place, the man's voice couldn't help but tremble.

He held up the gun, which had already been fired, and pulled the trigger several times in vain, but to no avail.

Countless bullets poured down like a torrential rain parallel to the ground, but they stopped abruptly the moment before hitting Ryunosuke Akutagawa, turning into jade beads smashed on the silver plate, and countless crisp sounds from the metal and the floor seemed to be quietly removed.

The man looked down at the bullets that had rolled to his feet, and his face was horrified to see that they had all been cut in two by an unknown force—even the incisions were so neat and smooth, and the little imp with lifeless eyes was just standing still from beginning to end......!

What kind of supernatural ability is forced to make people kowtow, that kind of supernatural ability can't do this terrifying level, cut off hundreds of flying bullets in an instant?!

“…… You, why haven't you heard of you before......" He hurriedly led his men back, losing the power blessed by the hot weapon, and this group of non-supernatural people did not dare to approach the seemingly thin imp in front of him.

The question he had to worry about now became whether the other party would attack them, "This hut is for you...... Don't come over ......."

Ryunosuke Akutagawa's response to this is still silent, as quiet as a realistic doll made by a craftsman.

It's a pity that Ikawa can't hear the begs for mercy from the loser, and he is in a not so good mood.

No one escaped, and when the bitter wind blew, the successive wails were nothing more than inconsequential side dishes, just in the eyes of [the monster] for appetizers.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa looked at all of this expressionlessly, as if he could hear [the monster] laughing happily and enjoying [its] long-lost meal.

A drop of blood splattered far away and landed right on his cheek.

After a moment's hesitation, Ryunosuke Akutagawa raised his hand and carefully wiped away the warm heat that had splashed on his face with his fingers.

He remembered that [the monster] had been unhappy with the blood on his body before.

When the wailing finally stopped, the group of adults who were still flaunting at him just now were all thrown out of the door by [it] and thrown far away.

All that remained on the floor was a pile of bullets, bullet casings, and a large pool of blood.

The gust of wind cleaned up what was probably inferior to an ant in [it's] eyes, and when it came back with a whirlwind, the bullet on the ground rolled a few times, knocking out the crisp sound of metal.

The breeze blowing by the [monster] was silent for a moment.

Immediately, more collisions sounded, and the pile of bullets and shells were all swept out of the house by [it], following the landing point where the group of adults were thrown out, and also drew a parabola that made the onlookers open their mouths again; But [it] couldn't do anything with the blood that stuck to the floor, and it still had a large patch of blinding red.

For some reason, Ryunosuke Akutagawa inexplicably feels that [it] is a little worried at the moment, and seems to be thinking about what to do.

It's obviously a [monster], but when faced with things that belong to you, you actually love cleanliness...... He couldn't help but think silently.

That's why you forced him to take a bath...... Something like food that has to be washed before it can be eaten?

“… I'll clean it up. ”

In the end, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who didn't even say a word in the face of the enemy, still spoke up to [it].

The soft touch then fell on the top of his head, as if stroking back and forth like a reward, and some of the broken hair was suddenly disorganized, covering his eyes in a messy way, obscuring some of his vision.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa tensed his nerves until the stark and strange touch finally left his body, and then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to twist a random cloth to wipe it clean, he found the blood stains, which seemed to move slightly.

“……？” He didn't look away, watching a dark red scratch snaking across the floor, as if someone was writing on the table with his hand dipped in water, and the pool of blood was also stained by [the monster], snaking rough strokes on the floor, twisting into a short, easy-to-recognize English word.

[BOSS]

Ryunosuke Akutagawa, who carefully recognized the meaning, was stunned, and subconsciously raised his gaze to express his doubts to [it], but he was greeted with a gentle touch of his head, as if urging him to hurry up after cleaning up.

This means that [it] is already impatient waiting for the bait to be hooked, and is going to take the initiative to hunt.

"-I didn't expect that not only the enemy can interact, but the enemy's weapon parts can interact, and even the blood they leave behind can also interact." Ikawa Cheng let out a gloomy laugh at the screen, and even Richard, who was doing the cleaning work, couldn't help but look sideways, "Wait, I'm going to make you all unable to get up again." ”

Not only did he talk to himself at the game console, but he also laughed so much that he felt hairy on his back for the first time in a long time...... God, isn't that little game a lop-eared rabbit that focuses on healing?

Richard couldn't figure it out.

In Italy before, when Ikawa-sama's company was suddenly smashed and smashed, robbed and shot by the hostile Mafia, and the arrogant demonstration, he didn't laugh as scary as he did now when he heard the news.

I don't know who in the game is so unlucky that he can make the good-tempered family squatters angry...... He sighed to himself and drew a cross on his chest.

May you all go to hell, Amen.