Besides, if Sparkle had really dragged her into an illusion, it shouldn't have been impossible to burn even a sofa—her abilities aren't that weak.
So, shifting gears: aside from Sparkle's illusions, who else could pull off something like this and casually use the images of the Stellaron Hunters?
After turning it over in her mind, only Silver Wolf fit the bill.
More importantly, Sylvia herself was usually cautious with her words. The only one she'd ever really run her mouth about—and possibly offended—was Silver Wolf.
"Silver Wolf, was this your doing? You're really that petty, huh? So I cracked a few jokes online—was it necessary to go this far?"
Dodging another combined attack from Sam and Kafka, Sylvia shouted the accusation into the air.
Then—
Amid the dust and flames, several exaggerated, pixel-style missiles descended toward Sylvia like rain.
Where they struck, pixel-art explosions bloomed, accompanied by unmistakably classic sound effects.
But these missiles were only visual effects, leaving Sylvia's room completely unscathed.
As the explosions faded and the smoke cleared, the figures of Sam and Kafka dissolved into streams of data.
In their place, Silver Wolf stood aiming her Prometheus pistol squarely at Sylvia's forehead.
Looking down at the sweat-beaded Sylvia, Silver Wolf suddenly kicked off her shoes and planted a foot squarely on Sylvia's face.
That fair, delicate foot pressed firmly against Sylvia's cheek. And given that Silver Wolf wasn't physically stronger than Sylvia, the stomp didn't carry much force.
Instead, Sylvia found herself savoring the soft, cute feel of that pale little foot.
"Any last words?" Silver Wolf glared down at Sylvia, who was pinned under her foot, and stomped a few more times for emphasis.
"Calling me 'son,' huh? Having a thing for feet, are we? You've got a mouth—here, eat! Go on, taste it! Let's see what you think of the real thing!"
"Heh… pfft!" Sylvia struggled to resist the urge to actually lick it and instead asked with forced seriousness, "Are you sure you want me to taste it?"
"…"
That left Silver Wolf speechless.
Seizing the opening, Sylvia pressed further. "No answer? I'll take that as a yes. Here goes—slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp!!!"
But the moment she tried to put Silver Wolf's foot in her mouth, the smooth, pale skin dissolved into streams of particles.
The tangible sensation vanished instantly, leaving Sylvia with nothing but a mouthful of air.
By the time Sylvia sat up and looked around, she saw Silver Wolf perched on the back of the sofa, legs crossed, staring at her with utter disgust.
"I thought you were plenty creepy online, but I never imagined you'd actually try to lick."
"Hey—you told me to! And you stomped on my face out of nowhere! Who's the real weirdo here? Sounds like it's you!"
"So if I tell you to lick, you just lick?"
"I'm all about taking advice! Why turn down something served on a silver platter?"
"…"
Silver Wolf was at a loss for words. There was just no reasoning with this stubborn, foot-obsessed pervert.
Sylvia, for her part, was slowly calming down. Even though she knew it wasn't real, those delicately wiggling toes kept pulling at her attention.
But even as she stared, her mind was turning. After a moment's thought, she suddenly asked, "Hey, don't tell me… you're that so-called 'GamingDomainDivaSilverWolf'?"
"Oho, finally caught on, did you? I was wondering how long it'd take you."
Silver Wolf's tone was dripping with sarcasm, as though mocking Sylvia's slowness, and it left Sylvia momentarily speechless.
"Seriously, what kind of person calls themselves 'Diva'? Aren't you embarrassed, walking around with an ID like that?"
"It's a title bestowed upon me by the players—a mark of honor. Why would I be embarrassed?"
With that, Silver Wolf rolled over onto her stomach on Sylvia's sofa, kicked her feet up, pulled out a handheld console, and started playing as if she had the whole place to herself.
Sylvia climbed up from the floor, watching Silver Wolf's posture with a mix of disbelief and exasperation.
"What are you even here for, anyway? Don't tell me it was just to stomp on my face?"
The moment she said it, Silver Wolf's expression shifted to one of disgust. She clicked her tongue and grumbled, "Tch. I originally brought Kafka and Sam along to beat you up, but you were tougher than I expected. A simple projection just wasn't enough."
"You can even do that? This kind of tech?"
"They're projections, just like me. Adding physical collision was easy—the real issue was replicating their abilities. Otherwise, I'd have had Kafka use her Spirit Whisper to lock you down. Let's see you dodge that."
Plopping down on the sofa next to Silver Wolf, Sylvia couldn't resist reaching out to fiddle with the accessory on Silver Wolf's head.
Silver Wolf swatted her hand away immediately and said, "Back off. Sit properly and play with me a while longer."
"Still playing? Do you know what time it is?"
Silver Wolf glanced out the window, then looked back at Sylvia, puzzled. "It's not even light out—still early, isn't it? Do you have somewhere to be at this hour?"
"…"
Weirdo.
So you pull all-nighters gaming every day, huh?
Don't you ever sleep?
"No more games. Since you're here, you can help me with something."
"?"
Hearing this, Silver Wolf looked up. She didn't seem surprised at all—if anything, she looked like she'd been waiting for it, all ears for what came next.
Sylvia mulled it over, then suddenly asked, "Don't tell me all of this was in Elio's script? Can you tell me my future?"
"Of course not. And it's not that detailed. The script only said that when I tracked you down through the web, you'd ask me for a small favor. The specifics weren't included."
Sylvia had only asked on a whim, not really expecting to glimpse the script. So after hearing Silver Wolf's explanation—
Shing! She hefted the greatsword she hadn't yet put away.
When they'd been fighting earlier, Sylvia hadn't let the blade ignite, so the sound effects hadn't triggered. But now, as flames slowly crawled up the steel—
A randomly shuffled playlist abruptly started playing.
"…"
Silver Wolf looked bewildered, her eyes darting between the sword and Sylvia, before she suddenly burst out laughing. She rolled over on the sofa, clutching her stomach.
"You've got a quirk like this? Installing speakers in your weapon? Pfft—and you had the nerve to say I should be embarrassed? Aren't you ashamed, pulling this during a fight? I'm cringing for you."
"Shut up!" Sylvia's face flushed bright red as she yelled in protest, "It's not like I asked for this!"
"Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever you say."
"…"
Clench. Her fists were clenched.
Barely resisting the urge to bring the sword down on Silver Wolf, Sylvia growled, "I want your help figuring out if we can extract the playlist from this sword."
"Easy enough. But seriously, you didn't set this up yourself? Hilarious. Who has the kind of bad taste to build a weapon with a feature like this?"
Silver Wolf took the greatsword. With the flames extinguished, it lay quietly on the sofa as she tinkered with it.
But after fiddling for a short while, she suddenly looked up, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
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