(Original Author, After thinking it over, I've decided to update anyway. It's pretty pointless and unrelated to the main story—just the author messing around. Feel free to skip it. It won't affect the plot.)
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Meanwhile, in a dark and cramped room, the lighting was dim, with only the faint glow from a computer screen.
The infamous assassin—Ural Silver Wolf AKA Bronya—lived here and was leisurely seated in front of the computer.
Bronya had a lollipop in her mouth, her fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, producing a crisp and rhythmic clattering sound.
In the midst of this atmosphere, an abrupt ringtone shattered the silence. Bronya quickly picked up the phone and answered, but her hands didn't pause—they continued to strike the keyboard skillfully.
A soft female voice soon came from the other end,
"May I ask if you are Miss Ural Silver Wolf?"
Bronya didn't even lift her eyelids, her gaze fixed on the computer screen. She was used to this kind of inquiry and answered without hesitation,
"Who needs to be taken out? Send me the details. If there's nothing else, hang up."
However, when the woman on the other end heard Bronya's rather youthful voice, she paused in surprise, a flicker of doubt and hesitation arising within her.
She even began to suspect she had dialed the wrong number—after all, this voice didn't match the image of a cold-blooded killer.
Bronya frowned when the call didn't end and asked,
"Is there something else?"
Urged by Bronya, Amber finally snapped out of her daze, steadied her nerves, and took a deep breath before saying,
"Sorry, the target information has been sent. I hope you won't be too shocked..."
Hearing this, Bronya slowly withdrew her hands from the keyboard and turned her gaze away from the now-completed game screen.
She lazily leaned back in her chair, yawned, puckered her lips in boredom, stretched her arms, and let out a childish grunt.
"Hmph~ Beat it again. These games are getting dull."
Upon hearing Amber's words, Bronya casually picked up her phone and started scrolling through it.
When she saw the target's details, her once-nonchalant expression turned into one of mild astonishment, as if the other party were playing a joke,
"A novelist? You're not kidding, are you?"
Amber clearly anticipated Bronya's reaction and quickly explained,
"Yes, it's a novelist. As for compensation—if you complete the task, we can offer you beta access to Kallen Fantasy II as a reward."
At the mention of "Kallen Fantasy II beta access," Bronya's previously lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.
She immediately straightened her posture, shedding her lazy demeanor. Even her tone shifted to something serious and focused,
"Alright, no problem!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, before Amber could say another word, Bronya hung up without hesitation.
Then, she wasted no time in preparing the necessary tools for the assassination.
With smooth, efficient movements, Bronya pulled a case from under the bed, selected a razor-sharp dagger, fitted a silencer onto her sniper rifle, and carefully checked her ammunition.
Yet, even as her hands busied themselves with the gear, her mind had already drifted to the anticipation of getting her hands on the Kallen Fantasy beta access.
'Kallen Fantasy, a game said to be available only to personnel inside the Schicksal Organization… Bronya once thought of hacking in to try it—who knew she'd get to play it like this?'
As she thought about it, she recalled the identity of the caller and muttered,
"Could that person be from Schicksal? But what could a novelist have done to offend someone in Schicksal?"
With curiosity and anticipation bubbling up, Bronya went online to investigate. After seeing the titles of the target's novels, everything suddenly became clear.
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Staring at the heavily guarded security checkpoint ahead, Bronya felt a headache coming on and cursed her luck internally. But at this point, there was no turning back.
After a fierce inner struggle, she gritted her teeth and reluctantly discarded her carefully prepared tools in a deserted corner.
With a deep sigh and a quick mental adjustment, Bronya passed through security without incident.
She then hailed a cab and sped off toward a location the target frequented.
Upon arrival, Bronya chose a relatively hidden yet strategic vantage point and quietly waited for the key figure to appear.
Time ticked by.
The sun set, and night gradually fell.
The surrounding streets grew quiet and deserted, lit only by a few dim streetlights.
Just then, a tall and dashing man appeared in a secluded alley.
He was strikingly handsome, exuding an air of charm with every movement. His bearing was confident and elegant—almost impossibly good-looking—though still a touch shy of satisfying his many readers.
However, Temple Spirit wasn't in the mood to admire his own reflection. As he walked, he kept muttering under his breath, practically radiating resentment strong enough to fuel ten demonic cultivators.
"FML, damn boss, f— you! Your face is bigger than your ass, you toad-haired freak—are you a bird or a beast? Your left cheek needs a slap, your right a kick. A donkey would kick you, a pig would stomp you. Got nothing better to do than flaunt your junk. Even demons cheer when they see it—no wonder I ended up a total dumbass—!..."
Bronya slowly opened her mouth in disbelief, then decided to step in front of him.
Seeing someone block his path, Temple Spirit grew even more irritated and was about to unleash another rant—until he looked up and saw a little girl.
As a model citizen of the new age, Temple Spirit couldn't ignore her. He stepped forward with concern and asked kindly,
"Little girl, it's dangerous to be out here alone at night. Is something wrong?"
Bronya didn't respond. Instead, she silently bent down and slowly began removing the black stockings from her legs.
Temple Spirit 's eyes widened in disbelief. He instinctively turned his head to avoid the awkward sight—but couldn't help sneaking another glance.
He watched as Bronya clutched the removed stocking and walked toward him.
Startled, Temple Spirit waved his hands and stammered,
"Whoa whoa, no, this isn't okay at all…"
Yet despite his words, his body betrayed him. He reached out and snatched the stocking from Bronya's hand.
He held it delicately in his palms for a moment, then, as if compelled by some invisible force, brought it to his nose and took a deep breath.
A faint fragrance rushed into his head through his nose, sending him into rapture.
With eyes closed, Temple Spirit wore a blissful expression, mumbling,
"Mm… this smell is so authentic. It'd be perfect for brewing tea."
Bronya was stunned. She stared blankly at this man performing perverted acts with her stockings, completely speechless.
After a long pause, she finally snapped out of it, immediately removed the other stocking, and before Temple Spirit could react, looped it tightly around his neck.
Bronya then pulled with all her might, giving him no chance to breathe.
Temple Spirit initially struggled, but over time his resistance weakened until he lay still.
Just like that, under Bronya's merciless grip, Temple Spirit lost all signs of life.
Bronya calmly pulled out her phone, took several photos of his corpse, and sent them to Amber.
With that done, she turned and walked away without looking back, quickly vanishing into the darkness.
Unexpectedly, not long after she left, Temple Spirit —who should've been dead—slowly got up!
He flexed his stiff limbs, then looked down at the two stockings in his hands and let out a perverted grin.
"Hehehe… didn't expect to gain something so nice today! These stockings are amazing—definitely perfect for tea.
Yeah... each one should be good for at least ten pots. Otherwise, I died for nothing!"
He carefully tucked the stockings away and strolled back to his place.
[ Temple Spirit is an Alt of Miss System. OwO ]
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As for Bronya—back in her room—she finally got to play Kallen Fantasy II, and within days surpassed the top player, "I'm Kallen's Dog," becoming number one herself.
However, the good times didn't last.
A few days later, Bronya suddenly discovered her game account had been banned!
She stared at the screen in disbelief, reading the notification with wide eyes.
After a moment, she snapped out of it, face flushed with rage. She jumped up and slammed her fists onto the table, muttering furiously,
"Damn it! It's gone. Schicksal is so dishonest! Unforgivable! Fine, you asked for it!"
She then began furiously typing on her keyboard.
At the same time, every Valkyrie at Schicksal HQ received an anonymous push notification about a specific novel related to their Bishop on their phones—opening the door to a whole new world…