Mochi danced across rooftops,
"
Simple game coding: Grapple momentum was preserved mid-sprint. Add dash?
Hook jerked. Momentum exploded. Four rooftops cleared in a blur. Landing rolled and wobbled.
Dash Grapple—a movement tech.
"Jeez... harder IRL than in-game." Her smirk wavered as her hand trembled from recoil.
Another
Wind screamed. Motion blurred.
Final
"Helloooo!"
Nose to pavement.
Coughing erupted. Mochi bolted past disoriented guards.
"System! Sneak, First Perk!"
Invisibility cloaked her. Hand steadier now.
Footsteps ahead. Two...no, three.
Dodge. Steel flashed. Dagger reddened.
Neck slit. An invisible enemy crumpled.
Two left. Mochi still invisible.
Their eyes darted—then—
Stab.
Neck pierced. Second guard spun. Mochi materialized.
Blades drawn.
Three down. Two to go.
Rush upstairs. Corridor. Orc with axe.
"Buy
First modded skill. Needle flung—
Right eye. Orc screeched. Lunge. Axe swung blindly. Backstep.
Another needle. Left eye. Another scream. Final lunge.
Stab. Slice. Another neck gone. Accuracy test completed.
"Orcs. Dumb as always."
Sprint to door. No time. Guards inbound.
Kick.
Vespera looked up from her book.
"How coura—"
Needle thrown. Book blocked. Dialogue skipped.
"Buy
Charge. Vespera drew her scimitar.
Steel clashed. Mochi's grip faltered.
Dagger dropped. Her arm severed.
Perfect.
"
Blood geysered from her stump. Skin cracked.
BOOM.
"System!"
Arm regenerated. Charred flesh healed. Shoulders relaxed. Tremors remained.
"Ha... this meter can even calm pain, huh?"
"Mad...mad man!"
Stab. Charred corpse silenced.
Window crashed. Tumble. Drink MP potion.
Time for the troublesome part.
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"Aunt."
"Child... is that blood?"
"Strawberry jam. My coin?"
Coin stored.
"System. The Knights' location."
"Of fucking course."
Another
"No."
Race against time—me? Or that saintess-loving bitch?
Mochi grinned.
Battle scene ahead.
Divine Lions slaughtered bandits. Haelmira held back three elites.
Right where I need her.
"System.
A 5 MP vanilla skill—essential for the next exploit.
She drank the potion. Her hand steadied.
A leap. A landing. Then a rush through warcries and screams.
Left, right, left. A swing. Dodge. Sprint again.
An abandoned mansion loomed ahead, an armored elite guarding its entrance.
"
Shadow replaced skin for 0.5 seconds—just enough to phase through the guard before rematerializing.
A basic combination dubbed
Upstairs, four more armored elites waited. Another approached from behind. Unbeatable? Irrelevant.
A glance at the window. A smirk.
"
Outside now. Three elites down. Good—that bitch knight was as fast as she'd feared.
One glance back confirmed it: the blonde knight now faced the remaining elites inside.
A
A left turn. Then—
Velet stood in the long corridor, rapier drawn.
"You've come far. But—"
Now for the final trick.
Turn around. Toss a coin high.
A collision exploit—the game bounced players when their shadowy form materialized inside objects. Combined with
Mochi propelled off the coin, dagger ready.
Stab. Twist.
Swing.
The head fell before Velet could react. A flicker of flame surged as she caught it mid-air.
To the door. A kick.
"Oh brother. Have they—"
"Catch."
She threw the head.
The gory projectile detonated like a grenade. Splatter. Rook was no more.
All targets down.
"Don't stop the timer."
Her eyes darted. Good—it was still here.
She knelt, snatched the ring from charred fingers, then crashed through the window.
Knights below. A smirk.
Bought time. She landed, dashed. One set of footsteps still followed.
"That bitch..."
"Stop right there, criminal scum!"
The blonde knight gave chase through parting crowds.
A sharp turn into an alley. Walls too high for
The collision exploit again—bouncing wall-to-wall by materializing and dematerializing.
A rooftop landing. A gasp. "System!"
Mochi gritted her teeth—then heard wings.
"Damn it. This early?!"
One glance at Haelmira's wings. Another
How is she so fast?!
The thought echoed in both their minds as winged justice pursued masked madness.
"Fuck!" She'd underestimated the knight. One last play.
"Should you really chase someone like me?!"
Speechcraft. +50% intimidation.
"Trying to scare me now, you asswipe?!"
Another
"What?!" The wings faltered. A near-grasp. Another dash.
"They'll riot! With no one left to control them!"
A hesitation. Good.
"My knights will handle—"
Mochi needed only that split-second.
A sharp turn around.
Flame coiled. A slice. Half the wing charred.
A hand grasped her. Mochi smirked.
"
She swapped places with a familiar scam artist, sprinting through overturned wares as the knight's rage echoed behind her.
"
A roll. A shoulder-check through the tavern door.
"Back so soon?" Hans raised a brow.
"...Yeah." Never had she been so relieved to hear that annoying voice.
She wobbled to the bar. "Orange juice."
"Aye."
The glass clinked. She drained it in one gulp.
She smacked the glass down. "Ah... feels good to be alive."
The door burst open. All eyes turned to the blonde knight, disheveled and reeking.
"You!"
Mochi turned, shrugging. "What?"
"You fucking bitch! That man smelled like a horse's ass!"
"You've smelled a horse's ass before?"
"Shut the hell up!"
Blade drawn—but so were the guildmates' weapons.
Hans stepped forward. "Miss. She's one of ours. Remember your place."
"Just because you're capital-backed doesn't mean—"
An elegant voice cut through: "Oh? Say that again, Miss Former Holy Knight?"
Haelmira turned to face violet hair and golden eyes. "...Haha. Who the hell are you?"
"This branch's Guildmaster." A finger tapped her shoulder. "Leave. You don't want to make enemies of the royals. Not yet."
Silence.
Mochi watched, amused, as the knight finally sighed.
"I'll be back... for all of you."
The Guildmaster chuckled at Mochi, orange juice still glistening on her lips.
"You've made quite an enemy, my pet."
Five steps... ten... weapons sheathed, replaced by bows of respect.
"I promised." Mochi met her gaze. "I'd be an entertaining toy."
"That you are." A caress to her cheek.
Two crazed eyes locked—one shadow-hunched, the other coiled.
"Welcome home, my little thief."
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<...well done, our Executioner.>