Fubuki…
That name sounded familiar.
Lu Yao felt like he should know this person.
But whenever he tried to remember, all he received were vague, blurry fragments.
He wasn’t unfamiliar with that sensation.
When he had first transmigrated and obtained his ability, the system had transmitted certain knowledge into his mind.
Whenever he tried examining those memories, the sensation had been exactly the same.
In other words…
Someone I have a personal relationship with in this world?
After transmigrating, Lu Yao had received four forms of support from the system.
First—
The supernatural power he named Dark Matter.
Second—
A suspected mental ability Lu Yao called Hyper-Intuition.
It allowed him to sense danger extremely strongly and react accordingly.
There seemed to be other functions as well, but Lu Yao hadn’t identified them.
Third—
This world’s common language.
His proficiency was around average.
Not comparable to a dedicated linguistics student, but more than enough for everyday life, production, and communication.
Fourth—
What Lu Yao called his “identity card.”
A special form of support fundamentally different from the other three.
In simple terms—
It granted him a legal identity within this world.
But that identity hadn’t simply appeared from nowhere.
For someone to possess a traceable life, there necessarily had to be at least one external observer who remembered them.
It was somewhat similar to inheriting the life of his parallel-world counterpart.
However, Lu Yao was unique.
So another interpretation was that this constituted a special form of resource-sharing between parallel worlds.
Entering this world was equivalent to directly logging into the local version of his own account.
Unfortunately, parallel-world travel wasn’t an active ability.
Neither was identity generation.
Otherwise, Lu Yao could simply assign himself the most advantageous background imaginable.
A billionaire wealthy enough to rival nations.
A supreme aristocratic family that controlled everything.
A prince or noble of an entire country.
Life difficulty would immediately drop to Very Easy.
Still, an entire month passed before related people finally appeared?
That was far too casual.
Lu Yao inwardly complained.
Am I secretly some abused-protagonist template where my grandmother hates me, my grandfather hates me, and the whole family rejects me?
Fortunately, household registration in this world wasn’t strict.
Since only one country existed on the entire supercontinent, concepts like nationality and ethnicity had become weak.
Although civilization was divided into twenty-six enormous cities, people traveled freely between them and possessed little regional identity.
So even though Lu Yao had no driver’s license or other proper identification, and couldn’t provide employment history, address records, or a personal seal, nobody automatically treated him as an undocumented person.
The Demon-level monster continued raging.
Originally the Keyboard Warrior Monster.
Now transformed into its second stage as the Powerful Hairdryer Monster.
Maybe both keyboards and cooling fans were computer components, so there was some relationship?
Or perhaps it represented a troll whose attacks could no longer be described as mere spitting and instead needed to be called a storm?
Lu Yao wasn’t sure.
What interested him more was this “Fubuki” the B-Class heroes kept calling for.
“Ohhh! Lady Fubuki is here! We’ve got this now! She’s a noble esper, B-Class Rank 1—Blizzard of Hell!”
Accompanied by that fanatical shout, Lu Yao looked over.
A mature, gorgeous woman around twenty walked forward with a confident smile.
She had shoulder-length dark green hair that almost looked black.
A luxurious white fur coat rested over her shoulders.
Beneath it, a fitted black dress perfectly emphasized her voluptuous, curvaceous figure.
Jewelry decorated her neck.
Dark-green psychic energy became visible around her as she strode forward in heeled boots.
“All right. The rest of you can withdraw. Stop getting in the way. Just for today, you’re allowed to go home early.”
She smiled.
“Leave the rest to me.”
Oh?
An esper?
I remember the person called the Hero Association’s ultimate weapon is also an esper.
S-Class Rank 2, I think.
Are the two related?
“Lady Fubuki is fighting!”
“Lady Fubuki!”
“Hey! Stop lying there! Get up and start cheering!”
“Lady Fubuki is invincible!”
“Lady Fubuki will win!”
“We’ve got this! How do you lose when the dragon is already riding your face?!”
The defeated Blizzard Group members scattered across the ground instantly became excited.
One after another, they began placing ridiculous death flags on Fubuki.
Classic psychokinesis.
Turning one’s thoughts into externally applied force.
At its simplest, it moved objects.
But in reality, it was an extremely versatile ability.
Flying.
Moving or immobilizing objects.
Creating defensive barriers.
Sensing one’s surroundings.
And much more.
However…
Her output probably isn’t stronger than this monster’s wind pressure.
“Take this! Hell Storm!”
Countless stones rose under Fubuki’s psychic power and shot toward the monster at bullet-like speed.
The monster activated its fan.
A violent gale erupted across a massive area.
It forcibly blew Fubuki’s attack straight back at her.
Whoooosh!
“Ah!”
Fubuki’s eyes widened.
The wind blasted her backward.
Flying stones tore much of her clothing to shreds, yet miraculously left three strategically important areas intact.
Was this the power of some cosmic censorship god?
Anyway—
She’s someone I supposedly know.
I still don’t remember exactly how, but I can’t keep standing here watching.
Fubuki had expected to slam into a wall.
Instead, she suddenly found herself falling into a warm embrace.
Her tightly closed eyes hesitantly opened.
The first thing she saw was an extremely handsome, delicate face.
She froze.
“Y-You’re… Yao?! My sister and I have been looking for you for more than a month! Why are you here?! N-No, that’s not important right now!”
Fubuki quickly stood and pushed at him.
“We need to leave! It’s too dangerous here!”
So she really does know me.
Given this level of protectiveness…
Family?
An elder relative?
My sister?
Judging from physical age alone, Lu Yao did look younger than Fubuki.
But in terms of his actual age, they should’ve been around the same age.
Calling a peer “Big Sis” felt vaguely like some kind of embarrassing roleplay.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The Hairdryer Monster saw the two acting intimately and apparently became enraged.
It launched another attack.
“Crap!”
Fubuki immediately hugged Lu Yao, apparently intending to shield him with her own body.
She’s this protective?
Definitely close family.
“Too tight. Let go a little.”
Lu Yao placed a hand on Fubuki’s head and tried pushing her away.
But Fubuki shouted, “This isn’t the time for your rebellious phase!”
Her arms remained tightly locked around his waist.
No choice.
Lu Yao deployed the Nano Swarm to block the wind.
Then he snapped his fingers.
The edge of his jacket rippled like liquid.
It separated into thread-like components and formed four semicircular high-temperature laser emitters.
“Yao…?”
Fubuki stared blankly.
Not only Fubuki.
Every member of the Blizzard Group watched in disbelief.
Lu Yao displayed no particular expression.
Nor did he explain.
With a wave of his hand, all four laser emitters fired concentrated cutting beams at the monster.
Its wind-generating blades were sliced cleanly apart.
The four curved devices then broke down and reassembled into a floating cannon.
After several seconds of charging—
Boom!
A single concentrated energy beam sent the monster directly to the afterlife.
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