Echoes of messy combat rip through the city of Adlantis.
The battle peaks in the city center—defenders fighting valiantly against the horde. It may seem darkest before the dawn, but when they look to the sky, they see a divine ad shining down at them:
“Hope available at 12 sharp! Don’t fret anymore—subscribe to Divine Interventions?!”
The militia, desperate and faithful, bet everything on the gacha rolls of the gods—and trust the divine ad in the sky!
Meanwhile, Merry, still fighting the paypig legion, shouts:
“You swine who fester in the dark—you shall not succeed this day!”
Some of the creatures simply die on the spot. For the first time in their lives, an S-class blocky divine beauty has acknowledged their existence.
Some stronger ones resist, clutching their chests:
“Death or life doesn’t matter to us! Comrades—let’s claim our queen’s prize!”
The elite whale unit charges forward.
Merry raises her shield in defiance.
“Skill: Gilded Shield!”
Her shield glows with the power of cash signs and sunk costs—absorbing the gilded aura of the whale-pigs.
“What’s happening?! How is this possible?!” the pigs scream.
“Your value is just that—miniscule and irrelevant!” Merry declares.
“Skill: Monetization Rush!”
Her speed skyrockets exponentially. The pigs can’t follow her movements anymore. Her lance sweeps through the horde like she’s grinding through a Diablo clone. With each strike, she clears mobs, determined to save the militia—and the city.
A battle rages at supersonic advertisement speed.
Saintess (smiling): “Good speed. Your technique is sloppy but effective… oh? Do I see a dash of Feet-Fu in there?”
Nocture (furious): “Shut up! Shut up, shut up!!”
Saintess (parrying): “I would, if you could land a solid hit. Shame… now suffer my review demonspawn!”
Nocture channels ad-magic into her kicks—shadow feet rush out, extending her range. The Saintess waves her staff, deflecting the attack. A nearby house violently explodes, leaving a giant foot-shaped crater.
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Saintess: “Your mother’s signature move?—sloppy execution. At least she landed a good hit 150 years ago.”
Nocture: “You think you’re hot shit, but there’s one thing I don’t get!”
Saintess: “Oh? And what’s that child?”
Nocture: “You’re this strong—you could’ve forced any hero to be your mate. Why haven’t you achieved what you wanted long ago?”
Saintess (softly): “You wouldn’t understand child… Someday you'll know the one when you see it.”
Nocture: “The one? That’s it?!”
Saintess (smiling): “You only need the one to be happy, child. I knew that this universal truth is wasted on you.”
Nocture: “Stop looking down on me bitch!!!”
For a fleeting second, the words strike something deep within her maidenly heart—but rage and humiliation drown it out.
Saintess: “Come on, demonspawn! Get me to Phase 2—I need to stretch!”
Nocture intensifies her attacks, tearing the fabric of her basic siege outfit. She regrets leaving her good gear in dimensional storage. After several minutes, the city center lies in ruins. Footprints and the moans of fallen pigs echo through the streets.
Saintess: “That’s enough warm-up demonspawn. Time to finish this review.”
She unequips her staff and mimics Nocture’s fighting stance.
Nocture: “What are you doing?! Fight me seriously!”
Saintess: “I’ll show you the level difference. Learn well my consumable!”
The Saintess rushes forward— using pure leg techniques.
A flurry of kicks, sweeping combos, dropkicks, and AOE stomps attacks rain down.
Nocture (dodging wildly): “You monster! Those are my mother’s techniques!”
Saintess: “They were at one time child. Now witness true mastery!”
Her legs blaze with holy ad-light. The air coalesces—an unblockable ultimate is charging up. Nocture senses danger and lunges toward Elnora, landing her first solid blow to the Saintess’s head.
Saintess (unfazed): “A solid hit! You’re worthy to rerun in the next season finally!”
She unleashes a flurry of critical kicks—CRIT CRIT CRIT!—sending Nocture straight to hell and back.
Now a bloody mess, Nocture collapses near the ad portal, both knees shattered. For any other demon, this would be the end—but her sheer bitchiness refuses to let this humiliation stand. Even so, she’s out of commission for a long while.
The Saintess looks toward the horizon.
“Merry’s cleaning up nicely. She truly is essential to the heroic plan.”
Then, she freezes—a hooded figure appears, lifting Nocture’s broken body by the arms.
Saintess: “Your presence is faint… impressive, to have escaped my perfect vision.”
The assailant’s heart-shaped tail touches the ground, activating a magic circle that binds the Saintess.
Saintess (gritting teeth): “Impressive trap! I see potential in you!, maybe you will be my nemesis for this season?”
Her eyes glint with manic obsession—she wants to rip off the cloak and include this mystery girl for Season 3.
The assailant, risking her life, corrupts the ad portal with a heart-shaped magical sigil. The portal turns dark, flickering as it declares:
“Destination: ^@%$^@^& — Office of the PredatoriAd Kingdom Marketing Division.”
Without hesitation, she hurls Nocture through—zero concern for her safety.
Saintess (grinning): “Yes! A cruel villainess—we shall meet again. Fate will demand it!”
The hooded figure bolts, trembling, escaping from this insane woman.
The portal now collapses, it becomes nonfunctional.
With a light smile, Elnora like a director finalizing her masterpiece says:
Saintess: “Aaaand CUT! It was perfect!”
She snaps her fingers—the bindings dissolving as if it never bound her. She hums a cheerful tune as she dusts herself from the dust of battle.
“Time to clean up. To see you soon, Hero-kun.” ??