No Peace Talks, No Surrender

[Black Gold Gloves: Weaved from gold silk from an [Alpha] class Golden Silkworm and industrially refined "Second Grade Black Cotton".]

[Price: 50 Reincarnation Points]

[Remark: A piece of equipment suitable for newbie combatants.]

"Golden Silkworm!" Kurumi was quite familiar with this name. Its silk was suitable for various weapons, clothes, and its sale was extremely profitable.

Two great Reincarnator organizations had fought several wars over the world with Golden Silkworms, leading to the deaths of many high-level Reincarnators.

Although it was only [Alpha] class silk, there was a market for it for any class of Reincarnator.

Newbies would buy it to produce equipment to increase their toughness. More experienced Reincarnators liked to add one or two strands of gold silk threads while refining other things.

As for those big shots, the clothes they usually wore were made from gold silk mixed with other high-grade materials.

It wasn't hard to imagine the amount of profit. Although Lord God had some, Reincarnator organizations sold it for 20% less, a significant margin.

It should be noted that not everyone bought it from these organizations. Many agreed that the quality was much lower even if they were made from the same materials.

Unsurprisingly, the "Black Gold Gloves" Kurumi wanted to buy only had a small amount of this precious material, and it was embroidered onto it as a pale gold pattern.

"The golden silk thread should cost about 10 Reincarnation Points on the market. The second-grade black cotton would cost 10 Reincarnation Points for a piece that large. Including the labor fee, it should only cost 40 Reincarnation Points. Yet Lord God charges me 50 Reincarnation Points. What a scammer!"

Kurumi sat on the sofa and muttered. She suddenly missed her days in Lord God's space. At least the price there was much lower.

To be honest, even if you gave Kurumi the choice to go back, she might not be willing.

With other Reincarnators carrying out missions, not only did you have to compete over the main storyline while guarding against the story's characters, but you also had to be wary of the other Reincarnator. No one knew how many trump cards the other side had, but it was inevitable for both sides to test each other.

Most of the time, there would not be a battle, but both sides would feel like they've gone through some high level of mental torture since neither side dared to relax. Those who did would die early.

Kurumi mumbled to herself, but she did not hesitate.

[Ding — Are you sure you want to purchase 'Black Gold Gloves'? This will cost 50 Reincarnation Points.]

[Confirm.]

She glanced at the 'balance' at the bottom right corner of her eye. 3 points...

It was almost like nothing happened, but there was now a pair of black gloves in Kurumi's inventory.

She casually pulled it out. Its cool surface was very nice to touch. It was as thin as a cicada's wing and didn't inhibit her motions in the slightest. If not for the pitch-black color, Kurumi would have thought she was not wearing it.

She clenched her fists, and the pale gold thread on the gloves shone slightly under the light of the sun. Before Kurumi could test its effects, she heard a loud shout!

...

Her gaze turned to Takashi Komuro.

Kohta Hirano looked like a fanatic, which made Takashi Komuro, who was behind him, treat him carefully, fearing that he would use his two hundred jin body to press on his small body.

Sniper rifle, sniper rifle, wasn't this a modified version of the ACR-10? It was, right? It is impossible to get something like this in Japan! Kohta Hirano kept rubbing his big fat hand on the gun as if he was touching the body of his lover.

There was also a crossbow in the cabinet! Was the owner a descendant of Robin Hood?! It was a custom-built British crossbow that could kill bears! This was followed by a series of professional terms that Takashi Komuro could not understand.

Takashi Komuro was speechless. He did not bother with Kohta Hirano anymore and walked to the open cabinet.

He picked up the gun inside.

However, just as he turned around, he saw a glint of light on Kohta's glasses as he squatted on the ground.

"Ah! That's an explosion-proof shotgun. It's a super lethal gun made by the United States. It was used in the Vietnam War! Although the Americans were beaten to the point of pissing their pants in the end, it doesn't stop it from being a good weapon!"

"Eh? - Kacha"

When Takashi Komuro heard Kohta Hirano's explanation, he took a deep breath and racked the gun bolt, pointing the muzzle at the fat otaku.

"Ah!" Kohta Hirano screamed and hurriedly made a defensive posture. His fanaticism had completely disappeared. He spoke in panic, "Even if it isn't loaded, the muzzle can't be aimed at people! The only thing it can be pointed at is..."

"'Them.'" Takashi Komuro's tone suddenly became a little low, "If only it could end like this..."

"It's useless." Kohta Hirano turned his head, and his expression darkened. "The situation will only get worse." He raised his head, and the corners of his mouth rose. He smiled in a self-deprecating manner. "In war, there are no peace talks and no surrender."

"Ah, it seems that you and Kohta are having a good time."

A charming voice sounded beside the ears of the two people. For some reason, they thought about how they wanted to peep before. Their bodies trembled, and they turned their heads stiffly. "S-Senior Sister Tokisaki..."

Halfway through his words, he stopped. The sight of Kurumi in her home clothes filled their eyes. She leaned against the cupboard on the side. Her beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, and a lazy aura rolled off her.

"What's wrong?"

The teasing tone woke Takashi Komuro and Kohta up. They were at a loss for what to do. They couldn't say that he had been mesmerized by their senior sister, right? Would they die if they did that?

In the end, Takashi Komuro still stuttered a little, "That, it's the first time I've seen Senior Sister Tokisaki dressed like this. You're too beautiful! Look at Kohta. He's stunned!"

"I... I didn't. It was clearly you, Takashi..." Just as Kohta Hirano was about to resist loudly, he heard Takashi Komuro whisper into his ear,

"Kohta, if you don't admit it, I will tell Senior Sister Tokisaki that you wanted to peep at her."

"Eh?! Takashi, what nonsense are you spouting? When did I say that..."

Just as the two of them whispered "intimately" to each other, Kurumi crossed her arms over her chest and slowly walked in front of Takashi Komuro. "So, are you implying that I wasn't beautiful before?"

His nasal cavity was filled with Kurumi's fragrance, and the fresh floral fragrance made Takashi Komuro's face flush red.

The hormones in his body started to stir restlessly. Kurumi's face was in front of him. Her cherry-colored lips were full of temptation...

He forced himself to calm down by recalling the scene of Kurumi killing zombies and took a few steps back with a dry smile.

How could he say that his little brother had woken up? Her fragrance was far too tempting, enough to make her commit a crime!

"Senior Tokisaki, you must be joking. You look good in everything. Really, it's just that we have never seen you dressed like this, so we feel amazed."

"Takashi, you really know how to talk---" Seeing Kurumi gently cover her lips, her big wine-red eyes revealed a smile, Kohta and Takashi heaved a sigh of relief... This tired them more than fighting zombies.

"Then..." The two of them felt that something was off the moment they heard her say the first word.

"Tell me. Between Rei and Saya, who is more beautiful?"