Confess System: Picking Up Girls After Girls, Try Not to Get Killed!



"Ha! Charles, behold my triumph!" exclaimed Omar with a gleeful expression, tearing through the vines to present his conquest to Charles.

Unlike Charles, who possessed no combat occupation, Omar was a formidable level 30 fighter, bearing an immense pride in his muscular physique. 

Just moments ago, he hurled a stone the size of a melon with full force, striking the leg of the foxkin girl squarely.

This blow would undoubtedly leave her leg fractured, if not severely bruised!

The fallen foxkin girl strove to rise, yet her injured leg was clearly unresponsive. This left her with no choice but to prop up her body with her elbows and crawl across the ground.

"Heh, thinking of escaping, are you? Shall I break your other leg for good measure?" 

Omar's desire to torment the girl grew as he observed her helpless state. He had a peculiar penchant for hearing the agonizing screams of young girls.

"Hey, Omar, don't go overboard! If you damage her, we'll be the ones to blame!" 

Charles, now free from the vines, picked up the kitchen knife and followed Omar. He wasn't concerned about the girl's welfare, but rather the potential wrath of Mayor Gideon.

"I know, I know..." 

Omar's fist tightened with a crackle, fearlessly marching towards the girl, while Charles, wary of the potency of magic, followed timidly.

At that moment, the girl raised her wand high and began to recite an incantation in a threatening manner. 

"Tier-2 Fire Magic: Flame Javelin!" 

Seeing the bright red magic circle of fire magic illuminate, Charles scampered to the side, while Omar burst out laughing. 

"Are you out of your mind, casting a Tier-2 spell at such a close range?"

Omar knew that the recitation of a Tier-2 spell would take much longer than a Tier-1 spell, so he was not worried. 

Yet, his arrogance blinded him to the wooden magic circle set on the ground, and he stepped right into the vine trap. 

"Is this all you got?" 

Omar shook off the vine's restraints with a swift kick and, picking up a nearby chair, hurled it at the fox girl.

Her scream echoed as her concentration shattered, the incantation of her spell coming to an abrupt end.

"I just love hearing the screams of young girls... you have quite a lovely voice, sweetheart, hahaha!" 

Omar, who had been scorched by Mayor Gideon's cigarette and then scorned by Charles as a fool, had been feeling rather oppressed. 

But now, he regained his confidence through his relentless bullying of the girl!

Upon seeing Omar's resolve, Charles' fear subsided. 

He marched up to the girl, placing his knife against her throat, sternly warning her not to resist. He then took out a syringe and injected a pink, unidentified liquid into her arm.

"Hahaha, it's done, it's done!" 

Charles carelessly tossed aside the used syringe, abandoning the knife as well.

"Hey, Charles, what are you up to?"

"Did you forget, Omar? I told you, we'll each have our turn tonight, hahaha... In a few minutes, she'll be begging for us, hahaha!"

Charles, knowing the fox girl had no chance of turning the situation around, strutted over to a chair and sat down, motioning for Omar to join him. 

"Just watch, Omar, her legs are probably turning to jelly already, hehe~"

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Despair had taken hold of Emilia as her last-ditch trap had also proven ineffective. 

Moreover, after reciting "Tier-2 Fire Magic: Flame Javelin", she could feel her magic energy nearing depletion. 

If she were to forcibly use magic now, it would only trigger magical exhaustion, leaving Emilia in an even more dire predicament.

At the current moment, Emilia's injured left leg was completely numb, and her body had become limp after Charles had injected her with some unknown substance. 

These two malicious men sat there arrogantly, waiting with ill intentions for her embarrassment, leaving Emilia utterly powerless...!

A sense of helpless despair was threatening to submerge Emilia. At the precipice of life and death, she thought of Banning, hoping that he would miraculously appear and thoroughly teach these two villains a lesson. 

However, it was this thought of Banning that made Emilia realize that if she wanted to fight side by side with him one day, she could not always expect his help.

She sought not a dependent relationship, but an equal partnership!

— (I must become stronger...!)

Emilia rallied her spirits once more, gritting her teeth to resist the strange feelings within her body. She then looked at the two men, racking her brains to trick them. 

"You... are... Mayor Gideon's... men, right? Don't... you... know?! Gideon... he's... dead...!"

Upon hearing this, both men showed surprised expressions, but this reaction lasted less than five seconds before the burly man among them started laughing boisterously. 

"Hahaha, Charles, did you hear what this chick said? Did your drug make her delirious?"

"Yeah, it gave me quite a scare, hahaha! This is the funniest joke I've heard today!"

Seeing the situation, Emilia remained persistent. 

"You... go out... and... see...! It's... true! His house... was... burned... down...!" 

However, the more Emilia explained, the harder the two men laughed.

They had already decided that Emilia was lying. No matter what Emilia said next, it would all be in vain.

"Relax, sweetheart, once you've served us well, we'll go check out the Mayor's house, hahaha!" Charles slowly stood up, feeling that the time was about right and eager to enjoy himself first.

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Then, a kitchen knife that suddenly appeared, plunged squarely into Charles' head, penetrating his brain.

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Charles moaned weakly before collapsing on the ground, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. 

Appearing behind Charles was an unknown young girl holding a giant pair of scissors.

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The event happened so suddenly that neither Omar nor Emilia could react. 

However, the girl didn't hesitate. After dealing with Charles with a single stroke, she immediately charged at Omar with her giant scissors!

"Who-who the hell are you?!" 

Omar hurriedly got up. Although the girl who appeared out of nowhere was petite, she exuded a sharp killing intent. This was not something one could possess after killing just two or three people. 

The girl did not answer Omar, but aimed the tip of her scissors at Omar's chest and thrust it straight at him!

— (Damn it, is she a ghost or what?!)

Omar timed it right, extended both hands, and tried to grab the scissors. He would not lose a test of strength to a girl! 

However, to his surprise, as soon as he reached out, the giant scissors split into two strange curved blades. In the blink of an eye, the two curved blades opened up and each slashed at one of his hands!

"Ah!!" 

Omar was enraged. He endured the severe pain in his hands, swung his fist, and smashed it towards this devilish girl! 

"Mighty Strike!"