The Absolute Godspeed of Infinite Worlds

"Who's there?"

The tall and burly classmate immediately became alert, looking in the direction of the sound.

"It's you?"

When he saw Eiji's figure, he was stunned, showing a look of surprise.

"Yep, it's me."

Eiji naturally put away his student handbook and slipped it into his uniform pocket.

"You shouldn't have come."

The tall and burly classmate grinned ferociously.

"Bullshit, you guys are the ones who followed me!"

Eiji curled his lips, breaking the strange, invisible atmosphere around them.

"Uh... oh, right!"

The tall and burly classmate paused for a moment before realizing, as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head.

To be fair, Eiji was absolutely right.

"Hmph, since you've seen it, there's no helping it."

He cleared his throat, lowered his voice, and his face turned fierce again. "Let's settle this here and now!"

"Don't you get tired of talking like that?"

Eiji tilted his head, looking utterly baffled.

"Isn't it cool?"

The tall and burly classmate was taken aback.

"Pretty weird, honestly."

Eiji gave his honest opinion.

"No way! That's a line from a novel I read. It was super hype when the protagonist showed up and started wrecking everyone... ugh, why am I even telling you this!"

The tall and burly classmate muttered under his breath, looking a bit frustrated, before his expression darkened.

"What kind of third-rate novel is that? The author must be some failed hack, right? It's so amateurish, totally not suited for the Japanese market! If it were me, I'd never write something like that!"

Eiji sneered at the idea.

He felt particularly qualified to comment, his expression filled with nostalgia and regret for his lost youth.

Eiji had never forgotten that the first—and only—novel he wrote in Japan was a typical trope-heavy novel popular in China, and it flopped so hard it shattered his dreams of being a professional web novelist.

Wait a minute...

Now that he thought about it, the tall and burly classmate's lines did sound somewhat familiar!

"Stop changing the subject!"

One of the lackeys, his face dark, stepped forward and forcefully steered the conversation back on track.

"I'm asking you, where's the girl who was going to confess to you?"

"She left, I guess?"

"What? She left?!"

"Yeah, I rejected her, so of course she left. That means your little scheme is useless."

As long as I reject them fast enough, the "playboy" label can't stick to me!

"You! You're wasting such a treasure! That was a girl! A girl I haven't even held hands with in half my life! Her skin must be so smooth, it'd feel amazing to touch..."

The two lackeys both shot Eiji a "how dare you" look, as if scolding him for not appreciating such a precious resource.

"Sorry, but I can't relate to the struggles of ugly people."

Eiji spoke dryly.

Though he apologized, there was no sincerity in his tone.

And to the three of them, his words were like a slap in the face, making their expressions darken instantly, their eyes burning with anger.

"Bastard, it looks like we'll have to teach you a lesson!"

"The pain of letting that girl go will be repaid with your suffering!"

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—don't bully the young for being poor!"

The three of them shouted angrily, their faces red as they summoned their inherent Noble Arts.

Wait a second, the tall and burly classmate's awkward Chinese line... Isn't that a bit out of place? It's so cringe-worthy that I could dig out a three-bedroom apartment with my toes!

Facing three E-Rank Blazers, Eiji fell into deep thought.

Across from him, the tall and burly classmate summoned a Zhanmadao taller than himself, while the two lackeys summoned a revolver and a black crossbow, respectively.

"Take this!"

The tall and burly classmate swung the Zhanmadao with a wide, spinning motion, his feet moving rapidly as he slashed toward Eiji's waist.

Eiji's eyes narrowed.

Damn it! Even with a weapon like the Zhanmadao, this guy can swing it with such force. His physical strength is insane—I'm so jealous!

At that moment, the tall and burly classmate swung the Zhanmadao, Eiji didn't retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, closing the distance to within a foot of his opponent, his right hand gripping his manifested Noble Art.

Bling~!

Eiji bent down, and the blade lightly grazed the tall and burly classmate's leg.

"Ow ow ow!"

The tall and burly classmate's face turned pale, his body suddenly tilting. The spinning slash was aborted, and the Zhanmadao fell uncontrollably to the side.

Before he could even react, he was thrown off balance by the weight of the Zhanmadao, collapsing to the ground in pain.

In reality, wielding a Zhanmadao heavily relies on maintaining proper balance. Only by keeping the center of gravity just right can the Zhanmadao's power be fully utilized.

But during his spin, he left a huge opening by standing on one leg. Eiji's slash precisely hit that supporting leg, cutting off its strength and causing him to lose balance immediately. The massive weight of the Zhanmadao then sent him flying.

Bang!

At that moment, with the tall and burly classmate no longer blocking the line of sight, the lackey with the gun pulled the trigger. The bullet shot out instantly, heading straight for Eiji's head.

This move also revealed the lackey's naivety.

Bullets aimed at the head are the easiest to dodge because their trajectory is the most predictable. A simple head tilt at the right moment can avoid it.

In reality, the best target to aim for is the torso, as it's much harder to dodge.

Eiji's attention had never left the gun-wielding lackey, as he was indeed the biggest threat among the three.

Before the bullet left the barrel, Eiji's eyes had already predicted the moment the trigger would be pulled. In the split second before the bullet was fired, Eiji tilted his head at lightning speed, narrowly avoiding the bullet by a hair's breadth.

Bling~!

While dodging the bullet, Eiji swung his sword in a reverse grip.

With another peculiar sound effect, a magical arrow was shattered mid-air—the very arrow the third lackey had seized the opportunity to shoot.

The two lackeys were completely stunned.

Dodging bullets and slicing arrows mid-air were feats they had only seen in online videos. Witnessing such a scene in real life was a direct challenge to their worldview.

Whoosh—!

Eiji, still gripping his sword in a reverse hold, hurled it forward.

"Ahhh—!"

The lackey with the crossbow screamed in terror.

He watched as the silver katana spun through the air toward him, his face turning pale as he instinctively closed his eyes.

Bang!

"Ow—!"

Immediately after, another gunshot rang out, followed by a scream of pain from his companion.

He opened his eyes in confusion, just in time to see his companion clutching his chest, collapsing to the ground with a pale face.

The revolver, meanwhile, was now in Eiji's hand, its barrel pointed at the fallen lackey.

Where's the sword?

On the ground.

The lackey instinctively touched his body. There was a slight pain in his chest, but it didn't feel like he'd been stabbed by the blade. Instead, it felt like he'd been hit by the hilt.

Then he saw Eiji, standing across from him, raising the gun again and aiming it directly at him, filling him with instant terror.

Bang!

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