Bai Xiao descended, lifting his head to not only see the bizarre and magnificent world but also the professional modifier he had downloaded before crossing over. "Drain all experience from my sub-occupations, 'Biological Mecha Master', 'Mystic Explorer', 'Special Hypnotist', transforming it into one million potential points, all enhancing my main occupation, 'Fighter'!" "I... have obtained the golden ultimate occupation, 'God of Martial Combat'!" The largest urban agglomeration in the world, a night of torrential rain. On the ground, countless Killing Ghosts and Fighters fought to the death, while hordes of metal Mechas and Biological Armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and flame intertwined, plunging everything into primordial violence and chaos. Atop a high tower, Bai Xiao stood silently amidst the rainy darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His crimson eyes looked down below, restrained yet bloody, cold yet hiding madness. He leaped down with his trench coat wildly dancing. The God of Martial Combat descended upon the final battleground! A cold voice echoed across the city skyline. "Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, try to stop me..." A modern city of extravagant luxury, an era of entertainment and consumption supreme. Beneath seventy years of peaceful façade, lied another mad and bloody Inner World. Fighters, masters of their martial traditions, and Killing Ghosts, controlled by combat modes, engaged in a frightful, relentless slaughter. Metal Mechas with terrifying energy and Biological Armors extracted from monstrous cells commenced a brutal struggle between old and new technologies. In this era infested with machinery and altered by external entities, to proclaim the power unique to humans might be an unimaginable romance...
The woman was wearing tight summer hot pants that clung to her thighs, but what they tightened around was not a layer of flabby white flesh, but firm and powerful leg muscles. They looked both round and strong, capable of crushing a man's head like a watermelon.
Just like a female character from a certain arcade game in her past life.
Her upper body was clad in a simple black vest, revealing a faint tan. Her right arm was wrapped in bandages that seemed to extend into her vest, perhaps serving the function of a bra?
She sat with a carefree sprawl, legs apart.
In her right hand, she held a greasy and fragrant roast chicken leg, nibbling at it.
Unrestrained.
This was Bai Xiao's first impression of her.
Thanks to Jian Feng's greeting, he walked over.
"Sit here, there are no other empty seats around."
As Bai Xiao approached, Jian Feng said with considerable enthusiasm.
He then slapped the shoulder of the woman who was cheerfully eating next to him.