Chương 155: Weak, Pitiful, and Helpless
As soon as this was said, everyone in the chat group, except those still watching anime, was stunned. This was too bold!
Everyone knew that whether in the "Ordinary World" or the "Campione!" world, no one who dared to provoke Eriri would end up well.
[Arifureta (Level 4, Stage 2/Group Leader): RIP, Jibril.]
[Arche (Level 3, Stage 7): RIP, Jibril.]
[Kanae Kocho (Level 3, Stage 9): RIP, Jibril.]
[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 5): No need to be so dramatic. I'm heading over to your world right now. Let's see how you plan to kill me.]
[Arifureta (Level 4, Stage 2/Group Leader): Poor Jibril. What a miserable soul.]
[Jibril (Level 3, Stage 9): Heh, I'll be waiting.]
A hint of disdain crossed Jibril's face. When it came to fighting, she feared no one. But Eriri coming to her? That suited her just fine.
Before taking Eriri's head, Jibril decided she'd first extract knowledge about other worlds from her. After all, Jibril was the kind of person who hadn't been hit by life's harsh realities yet. In the world of No Game No Life, she could be arrogant, but when faced with an unbeatable foe, she'd eventually pay the price.
On the other hand, Eriri had already made up her mind to visit the No Game No Life world to teach Jibril a lesson. After a quick goodbye to Arifureta and a few others, she opened a portal to another world from her classroom. No one around could see it anyway.
…
Avent Hiem, the second-ranked among the sixteen races of the No Game No Life world, a Fantasy species, perpetually drifting through the sky, served as the residence of all the Flugels and as a servant to the war god, Artosh.
Artosh sat eternally upon the highest throne in Avent Hiem, awaiting challengers.
Jibril was Artosh's last creation—a Flügel known as the final and incomplete individual of the species, yet also its strongest.
Despite her fanatic reverence for Artosh, Jibril wasn't like the other Flugels who lived solely for him. When Eriri mentioned she was coming over, Jibril decided to teleport to a desolate area far from Avent Hiem to avoid disturbing Artosh.
Not long after, a portal imbued with a mysterious aura appeared beside her. She immediately sensed it was different from the portals she was used to, as if it existed on another dimension altogether.
Then, a golden figure stepped through. The moment this figure entered, the surrounding black ash floating in the sky seemed to vanish in an instant.
"Oh? You're Eriri, the one foolish enough to challenge me? Such a fragile appearance. Tell me, where does your courage come from?"
Though Jibril had initially suspected that the chat group's descriptions of Eriri's power were exaggerated, a slight worry had lingered in her heart. However, after seeing Eriri in person, all traces of that concern vanished.
Jibril couldn't sense any spirit energy from Eriri; she seemed just like any ordinary human in this world.
Though the mysterious way the black ash disappeared when it neared Eriri puzzled Jibril, it didn't change the fact that Eriri lacked a spirit corridor.
"Little Skirt, open the livestream."
"Yes, Onee-chan!"
As soon as Eriri arrived in the No Game No Life world, she opened a livestream for everyone in the chat group to witness her disciplining the brat.
After setting up the stream, Eriri turned her gaze toward Jibril, who stood not far away.
Despite Jibril's poor attitude, she was undeniably a beautiful girl, with an almost divine beauty. A rotating halo with geometric patterns floated above her head, her long pink hair reaching down to her feet. The outer layer of her hair reflected light like a prism, giving off a rainbow-like shimmer when it swayed. Her amber eyes, decorated with cross-shaped pupils, held a heavy killing intent.
Unlike traditional angels, Jibril's wings sprouted from her waist, shining with a faint light. Aerodynamically speaking, those small wings shouldn't have been able to keep her aloft.
Her proportions were perfect, and her attire left little to the imagination—only covering the essentials, with most of her skin exposed. On her long, slender legs, she wore mismatched socks—one long, one short—and a single shoe on her foot. As the wind blew, her panties were fully visible. She was, without a doubt, the embodiment of shameless beauty.
As more group members joined the livestream, they couldn't help but comment on Jibril's looks and outfit.
[Arifureta (Level 4, Stage 2): Ugh, just a little Jibril, but she's so good-looking… and dressed so shamelessly.]
[Kanae Kocho (Level 3, Stage 9): Though her personality is a bit lacking, she's undeniably beautiful… just dressed too provocatively.]
[Kaguya Shinomiya (Level 1, Stage 2): Ugh, how can she have such a good figure… so shameless.]
[Ruri Gokou (Level 2, Stage 9): Hmph, it's clear she's not a decent person!]
[Elaina (Level 3, Stage 7): Agreed!]
[Chika Fujiwara (Level 3, Stage 7): Hehe, you guys are just jealous of her figure!]
[Ruri Gokou (Level 2, Stage 9): Tch… who's jealous? Those are just useless burdens.]
[Yuuki Asuna (Level 3, Stage 3): …]
[Chika Fujiwara (Level 3, Stage 7): I get it, I get it!]
[Kaguya Shinomiya (Level 1, Stage 2): You get nothing!]
Though they only projected a fragment of their consciousness through the chat group, Eriri could clearly sense their presence as they watched.
She noticed a familiar red figure among them.
[Rias Gremory (Level 2, Stage 8): So this is another world? What's the black ash falling from the sky? Is this an angel? Why is she so different from the angels I know? Her aura is so strong… is this what a national-level powerhouse looks like? She's even beyond a demon king.]
[Arifureta (Level 4, Stage 2/Group Leader): A newcomer is here, welcome, welcome!]
[Chika Fujiwara (Level 3, Stage 5): Welcome!]
[Kiss-Shot (Level 4, Stage 4): Welcome.]
[Kanae Kocho (Level 3, Stage 9): Looks like Lias has a lot of questions, Arifureta, can you explain?]
[Rias Gremory (Level 2, Stage 8): Hello, I'm Rias Gremory, heir to the House of Gremory, a pure-blooded demon and upper-class devil. Nice to meet you all.]
Neither Eriri nor Jibril paid any attention to the group chat as they stared each other down. Jibril wore a playful smile, as though she had found a new toy to entertain herself with.
However, Eriri's first words made Jibril's expression stiffen.
"Jibril, come here for a beating!"
"Oh? Is that your final statement?" Jibril's smile twitched, and a few veins popped on her forehead.
"Goodness, Jibril, you're so disobedient." Eriri shook her head, sighed, and spread her hands in a mocking gesture.
Her taunting attitude caused Jibril's anger to soar uncontrollably.
"Enough of this… I'll just cripple you and study your body afterward."
Jibril's smile faded as she raised her right hand, gathering a ball of dark energy in her palm before hurling it at Eriri.
However, the energy vanished as soon as it approached her, just like the black ash before.
"Huh?"
Jibril frowned. Even though she had held back to avoid killing this fragile human, there was no way Eriri could have erased the attack like that.
"Oh? You're not an ordinary human after all. You're more valuable than I thought. I almost feel bad about destroying you now."
"Yare yare, Jibril, you're so arrogant. Since I came here to teach you a lesson, I'll just get started."
Jibril's mouth opened as if to retort, but before she could say a word, Eriri was already in front of her. A delicate fist slammed into Jibril's chest, sending her flying and smashing into the ground, forming a crater dozens of meters deep.
Blood spurted from Jibril's mouth, but Eriri didn't stop. Her relentless blows rained down, giving Jibril no chance to react, defend, or escape.
The once hard surface of the earth crumbled like tofu under Eriri's might.
Under Eriri's "tough love," Jibril's body tore through the land for hundreds of kilometers, reducing the surface level by hundreds of meters.
Eriri's lesson took an hour, during which she didn't use any energy at all, relying solely on her physical strength.
For the entire hour, Jibril was either being punched into the sky or smashed into the ground, with no chance to retaliate or even defend herself.
Despite the violent onslaught, Eriri seemed to have specifically spared Jibril's clothes, which remained intact. Her body, however, was in terrible shape.
Jibril's emotions shifted from rage to defiance, then to unwillingness, and finally to fear. She was now utterly terrified of Eriri.
When the ground-shaking destruction finally ceased, the two figures—a small one standing and a larger one lying down—remained in a massive crater.
Eriri stood calmly, not out of breath or disheveled, her school uniform spotless. Even her twin tails hadn't come loose.
Jibril, on the other hand, had reverted to a childlike form. Her oversized clothes barely covered her now-shrunken body. One sock and one shoe had fallen off her feet.
Her body was in a pitiful state, severely damaged, and she had passed out from the pain.
Eriri slowly approached Jibril and crouched beside her, poking her cheek with a finger as a small stream of life energy flowed into her body, healing her wounds.
Eriri's goal had been to teach Jibril a lesson, not kill her. If she had wanted to, she could've wiped out the entire Flügel race, including Artosh, in mere seconds.
Soon, Jibril's body regained its vitality, and in a few moments, she was fully healed, though she remained in her childlike form.
"Hmph, I hope you learn from this lesson, Jibril. Otherwise… hehehehe…"
Even after stopping the flow of life energy, Eriri continued to poke Jibril's cheek playfully.
As Eriri whispered those demonic words, Jibril's eyelids fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Upon seeing the hand so close to her face, she jerked back in fear, backing up until her back hit the stone wall behind her.
Eriri strolled over to her, lightly patting her on the head.
"Jibril, have you learned your lesson?"
Jibril stared blankly at Eriri for a moment before bursting into tears. Huge drops of tears rolled down her amber eyes as she wept.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless—a classic scene re-enacted.
Meanwhile, the chat group, having watched the entire lesson, exploded with comments.
[Arifureta (Level 4, Stage 2/Group Leader): Poor Jibril, she's so pitiful!]
[Ding! Arifureta (Level 4, Stage 2/Group Leader) has rewarded 1000 points.]
[Chika Fujiwara (Level 3, Stage 5): Poor child!]
[Ding! Chika Fujiwara (Level 3, Stage 5) has rewarded 1000 points.]
[Elaina (Level 3, Stage 7): Stop, stop! If you keep hitting her, she's going to become a fool.]
[Ding! Elaina (Level 3, Stage 7) has rewarded 1000 points.]
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