Races: Online (VR Smartphone App)

"Finally!"

It had come out of nowhere. One moment Han Jing chased after laundry that was on the verge of flying off the rooftop and then an almost maniacal laughter, border hysterical sound emerged all around him.

As Han Jing clutched the… bra in his hand. He came upon the sight of a strikingly good-looking woman that he might have thought was like a cross of Chan Lee and Bo Lifen—but it wasn't them.

It was someone else entirely.

And while the Wood Elf's appearance was mundane, even almost something that might have evaded one's vision—a hot lady suddenly bursting into laughter was another matter.

Her red eyes focused on him and she stabbed a finger at him, "You! I finally found you wretched soul!"

Han Jing almost expected a fireball or some kind of projectile to fly at him, but he was at a loss to what was happening. She was no ordinary person, no doubt, but who was she then?

"Ahem. It seems like someone is forgetting about another individual here."

"You've found him faster than me, wood rot?!" The woman narrowed her eyes at the Wood Elf and had recognized him in one glance.

The Wood Elf sauntered in front of Han Jing and shrugged, "Well, I am in his Alliance thus it makes sense I would arrive faster than someone who intends to find him by name alone."

Her cheeks reddened in fury.

"I have battled countless humans for the past hours that I have been here—a test to check how far these humans have fallen in terms of combat and knowledge. A pathetic race nowadays if it weren't for any divine grace and protection."

Han Jing coughed and waved a hand. It was hard not to read the air and understand that the two folks in front of him knew each other, but he wasn't some damsel in distress! More than that, he eyed the woman in front of him. "Do I know you, Miss?"

Laughter erupted from the Wood Elf. He bent and clutched his stomach as if some hilarity was produced by that remark and the female gave him a glare that chilled his bones.

"You do not know me?" A sneer came from her. "I suppose your standing does not allow you to see my true form. What shape am I in? What do your wild heart's desires show you, filthy dog?"contemporary romance

"Woah, wait a second—you don't have to compare him to a dog. That'd hurt the poor mutt's feelings!" The Wood Elf protested. His laughters somewhat died down, but there was a grin as he spoke.

Han Jing felt his throat dry, and he scratched his cheek, "Are you a spirit? Some kind of Witch? You're not the Mermaid, are you…?" The insult on being a dog was something he'd let pass. It wasn't of any use trying to get upset. He couldn't do anything.

The Wood Elf only cracked up some more and guffawed, "Why such a compliment if I ever saw one, hey, hey—want some donuts?" He offered it to the new arrival.

She glared at him and then turned back to Han Jing. It was there that the haranguing started, "Weak creature, you cannot comprehend that I am the start of all sins—to not know me is disrespectful. Except I suppose that is to be expected from your kind. I am the Demon Lord!"

"W-what?!" Han Jing sputtered.

Self satisfaction and gloating formed on her face, and she raised a hand. Sharp fingernails as she pointed at him. "I could have your sins laid out in front of you—unending torment to your kind. And yet you and the rest of your insufferable kind are ignorant. Even now, I'm aghast at meeting you, feeble in every way. You'd fall prey for the foibles of the flesh, disgusting."

And yet hardly any of it registered in Han Jing's mind. The picture of a dangerous, if not edgy, Demon Lord was torn and ripped asunder by her presence alone. He gulped and stared at her. "I didn't know that you'd be a girl."

"Why you—!"

The Wood Elf insisted on having some more donuts and a far more amicable arrangement.

What could one say to this event? Could one even utter such a thing at all? This affair could only happen because of such rare circumstances. Only because the ones gathered that day were them and not anyone else.

If it had been another Demon Lord—the Human would have already been gone. Or maybe the Demon Lord wouldn't meet them as another Elf might have taken advantage of the Human and bring them to a mushroom ring or some other lands from afar.

Han Jing had clipped the bra, blankets, and other garments back on the clothesline. He sighed in relief that he had caught everything. Behind him, the Wood Elf offered a donut to the upset Demon Lord to calm her nerves and not attack him out of nowhere.

The Human was questioning his life choices now.

It was apparent in his face, the slightly scrunched up brow and him looking now and then at the other two Races. He summoned a screen and sent the Moderator Peach a message.

Han: I have two visitors. How can I kick them out without inciting any trouble or danger?

She ignored it and simply smiled. Small things, minor events. Yes, the meeting of three different Races was said to be a trifle thing, unremarkable enough that the World did not intervene. There would be greater meetings than this, of two worlds colliding and mixing with one another—but for now, this was a chance for change.

What would happen now was up to anyone's guess. And the Moderator, Peach as she may have introduced herself, would only watch and not take part. The world might just be theirs for the taking—!

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Han Jing cleared his throat and opted for a smile. This much was fine. Everything was great. He was even more determined not to let either of them follow him downstairs to cause more mayhem.

The Demon Lord crossed her arms over her chest. She eyed him with unrestrained malice, her lips were pressed together in an unfriendly way.

And the Wood Elf was just there. Chewing on a donut and even licking his fingers. In the light of new things, his desires to bring trouble for Han Jing now seemed like child's play. Still dangerous, but with a Demon in their midsts, an actual Demon, he was the undetermined factor in this place.

Unpredictable.

Would a Wood Elf truly ally and take his side because of the game's alliance feature? No. He needed to quit referring to it as a game. Han Jing sighed and smiled once again, "So hello to the both of you, I did not expect that I would have two visitors—"

The Demon Lord raised her voice and denied being, but Han Jing still continued.

"And yet here you are." He eyed the woman once before sighing aloud. "The Wood Elf and I are under the laws of hospitality and will be treating each other as such, but I cannot say the same for you, Demon Lord."

He made sure to refer to her by title.

Her red eyes burned and lit up dangerously despite that, "What will you be doing then, Human? I only stand here for a while to listen to your words, but if you lower your guard—you would be headless in a second."

It was a threat. A warning. A promise.

Maybe all of the above.

He coughed and nodded, biting back from saying thank you or 'get the hell away from me'—it was one or the other. And yet he would be polite. "It is a kind act on your part to refrain yourself from it. A gracious thing."

"Do not look at it that way." She bared her teeth at him, "We are not a merciful or benevolent race. We would rather see the annihilation of your kind than to befriend one of you."

Han Jing couldn't even laugh. He chuckled weakly. "Is that so?"

The way she said it was serious. She would truly not change her mind. What were Demon customs? If he knew, then this conversation might be easier. He did not know. He was never a religious person, and he wasn't even sure if that applied in this case either.

The Wood Elf hadn't done much except block the Demon Lord when she had first arrived. That was probably a lot already—he had no idea how an Elf would fare against a fight with a Demon.

He didn't know a lot of things.

Back at Kraelonia Academy, everybody talked negatively of other Races that if there had been any knowledge on a Demon then it wouldn't be uttered at all. But there was only one important thing—neither of these two were going to enter his house. Too dangerous.

He'd play it off if it was just him, but that was far from the case. Han Jing smiled again, "I'm not sure why you came here—"

"To kill you, what else?"

Her words were enough to probably make him sweat. But that was if you were afraid of death in the first place. He was, but at the same time, this just made him remember something.

Han Jing scratched his cheek, "Oh great, it's like the first time you chatted with me. I'm once again nothing more but an ant that deserves to be crushed, eh?" Whether or not the Wood Elf would do anything at all was beyond what he could imagine.

But he seriously needed to deal with this.

… Why the heck was the Moderator not replying if she was online?!

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