As the number one Anby fan, Twiggy remained with the Cunning Hares, and Nicole, the big boss, didn’t have any objections.
Anby had said that Twiggy was very smart, and she believed Anby’s words; the Cunning Hares needed such talent.
Though she was also a member of the Silver Squad, Twiggy wasn’t as lucky as Anby to be picked up by someone like Nicole and have a ‘home’.
With Anby as an acquaintance, Twiggy could usually relax and wouldn’t be so restrained.
[Hollow Network Account Registration] [Username: God Among Men] Shiro was now preparing to consider getting involved in Hollow business.
When he was an ordinary person, entering a Hollow was a suicidal and irrational act.
Now he could go to some small Hollows to do commissions, no longer limited to small tasks like finding cats and dogs.
Belle teased, “Shiro, your username is a bit arrogant and edgy.
Aren’t you afraid of being tracked down in real life by some keyboard warriors?” When browsing the Hollow Network, who’s the best?
Look for Phaethon at the video store.
As a layman, the easiest way was to find professionals.
The Mai Pian Siblings, who had been Proxies for several years, were naturally the best choice.
“For real?” The corners of Shiro’s mouth were already curling up uncontrollably.
Wonderful, someone might actually come looking for trouble in person.
“A commission to enter a Hollow?
That’s simple.
Pegasus Express has a vehicle transporting valuable goods that ran out of power.
You can take that one.
This time, let Master Phaethon lead the way.” After screening, Belle chose a relatively simple commission for Shiro that required entering a Hollow, but it was very suitable for a novice.
“By the way, Shiro, can you drive?” Belle asked.
The requirement of the commission was to bring a fully charged battery in, swap it, and then drive the vehicle out.
The content of the commission wasn’t hard, though it was more difficult than clearing leftover construction waste; it required driving within a Hollow.
The reason they didn’t find specialized personnel was that those people needed to go through relevant procedures, which took too long.
Thus, it was posted on the Hollow Network, where Proxies and their agents were much more efficient.
“I can.” He had passed his driver’s license test before transmigrating.
As for after transmigrating…
“Alright, let’s go.
Take Eous with you.” Belle nodded, placed the Bangboo Eous into Shiro’s hands, and told Shiro to go to the designated location.
Riding his beloved little electric scooter, Shiro arrived at the entrance of the Hollow under Belle’s guidance.
Dense Ether energy filled the air, and the surrounding space seemed distorted and deformed, like the giant mouth of an abyss swallowing everything.
After adjusting his breathing, Shiro stepped straight in.
Whish— whish— whish— He had walked in, but the ground suddenly vanished beneath his feet.
He fell downward in a free fall, the whistling wind making his clothes flutter loudly.
“This is normal.
Space inside a Hollow is disordered,” Eous (Belle) said.
Shiro nodded, adjusted his body angle, and landed steadily on the ground.
“How do you feel?
By the way, what is your Ether Aptitude score?” “I’ve never tested it.
It should be above 50; I don’t feel any discomfort in my body.” Hearing Shiro’s ambiguous answer, Belle, back at the video store, felt a headache coming on.
It turned out he hadn’t even tested it.
She hadn’t thought to ask beforehand—it was truly a blunder for a professional Proxy.
However, seeing that he was fine, his Ether Aptitude should be above 50.
Shiro observed the surroundings.
It was dead silent.
The ruined buildings revealed a sense of desolation, as if he were standing on an apocalyptic wasteland that was a forbidden zone for life.
“Be careful, it’s a pack of Tyrfing Ethereals.” Eous (Belle) retreated behind Shiro, using him as a shield.
A group of humanoid Ethereals wandered aimlessly in the Hollow.
The cores on their heads, wrapped in petal-like structures, quivered slightly.
One arm was missing, while the intact arm resembled a sharp long blade.
Tyrfings were the most common and numerous type of Ethereal in the Hollows.
Vroom— vroom— vroom— A running chainsaw appeared in Shiro’s hand, emitting a continuous high-speed idling sound.
“They’re just low-level Ethereals.” Holding the chainsaw, Shiro slammed his foot against the ground, exploding with superhuman strength and speed.
He charged into the Ethereal pack like a cannonball, swinging the specially modified chainsaw toward an Ethereal’s neck.
Zzt— zzt— zzt— Like sawing through a tree, Ether fragments splashed out.
Amidst the incessant noise, Shiro cleanly and efficiently killed the Ethereals one by one.
Their deaths were uniform: heads and bodies performing a separation act, cosplaying as Louis XVI.
Eous (Belle) covered her eyes, seemingly afraid to look.
Too…
brutal…
Who was the Ethereal here?
If the footage of him dismembering Ethereals were put in a movie, it would probably be rated X.
“Shiro, aren’t you being a bit too cruel?” Eous (Belle) asked.
Shiro said solemnly, “Any living creature will feel pain, fear, or show a weakness when attacked.
But Ethereals don’t have those feelings.” Eous (Belle): “???” There was nothing wrong with her eyes; those Ethereals clearly twitched just now when your chainsaw was sawing their necks.
How could there be a creature without a sense of pain?
Whether Ethereals felt pain was something she had never really paid attention to.
Although she lived in the Helios Institute, she had never learned about this.
That’s just what you think, right?
“I’m still too weak.” Shiro looked at his hands and sighed softly.
Hearing Shiro’s humblebrag, Belle didn’t know what to say.
You chainsaw maniac, weren’t you fierce enough just now?
“Ahem, let’s find the Pegasus Express vehicle first.” Eous (Belle) wasn’t sure how long Shiro could stay active in the Hollow, so it was better to be safe.
With Belle’s guidance, Shiro soon reached the transport truck.
Phaethon’s skills as a Proxy were truly superb; being in a Hollow was like being at home.
After swapping the battery, Shiro sat in the driver’s seat, while Eous (Belle) fastened the seatbelt in the passenger seat.
After a brief familiarization, Shiro gave a wicked smile.
Eous’s (Belle’s) little hands on her lap curled up instinctively; she had a bad feeling.
“Pardon my lack of skill!” He floored the gas pedal.
The powerful force pushing her back into the seat gave her an illusion: he wasn’t driving a car, he was flying a plane.
Thump, thump, thump…
“Aaaah (=°ω°)ノ, what was that sound just now?” The slight jolts and collision sounds made Belle feel something was wrong.
This was a flat route without obstacles; there shouldn’t be such noises.
“Speed bumps (Ethereals), probably?” Shiro said nonchalantly.
This transport truck was damn impressive—sturdy and durable, and its appearance even shared some similarities with a heavy-duty truck.
Low-level Ethereals?
Even a heavy truck would have to yield to them?
If luck was good, maybe they could even be sent to another world by a truck to experience transmigration.
“Slow down!
Shiro, what kind of driver’s license did you get?” Eous (Belle) screamed.
“License?
I don’t have one,” Shiro said casually.
How long had he been in this world?
Naturally, he hadn’t taken a driving test.
Belle’s heart went cold.
Her hands on her lap reflexively tried to grab the handle above her head, but the Bangboo’s arms were too short to reach.
This was freaking unlicensed driving!
“I’m getting off!
Open the door!
This isn’t the car home!” “The doors are welded shut!
Sit tight!” Roar— “AAAAAAAAAH—!” The engine roared, and Belle screamed at the top of her lungs.
Soul (Rin): Wait, I haven’t even gotten on the bus yet!!
…
After Shiro drove out of the Hollow, Belle disconnected from Eous and lay exhausted on the sofa.
This kind of feedback was too agonizing; no matter what, she wouldn’t let anyone else drive fast again.
“Shiro, you should head back first,” Wise said with a complicated expression.
Before seeing Shiro’s driver’s license, he wouldn’t step foot in a car Shiro was driving.
His sister’s experience served as a warning.
“Okay.” Shiro nodded apologetically.
He had gone a bit overboard; he’d bring some fruit next time.
Not long after returning to the Everything Store, Shiro welcomed his second visitor from another world.
No, it was two visitors.
“Welcome to the Everything Store.
Is there anything you’d like to commission?” “Can you cure an illness?” …