Luna stopped speaking, trying to dispel the awkwardness and discomfort brought about by her earlier thank you by focusing intently on replenishing her energy.
She kept her head down, taking small but rapid bites of the meat skewer in her hand.
Occasionally, she used the napkin Hell handed her to wipe the corners of her mouth.
Her gaze deliberately avoided him, focusing only on the food and the warm current of Mana gradually recovering within her body.
After eating for a while, having downed about three or four skewers, her hunger was effectively relieved, and the feeling of physical weakness subsided significantly.
Just as she reached for her fifth skewer and her mind relaxed slightly —
Hell spoke.
He continued to flip the new batch of meat skewers on the grill, his movements steady.
His voice came through the mask, calm and devoid of any fluctuation, instantly shattering the focus Luna had deliberately maintained while eating.
“Do you know why you lost?”
He asked in a casual tone, as if speaking of something inconsequential.
“Um…”
Stunned by Hell’s sudden question, Luna froze.
Her hand, reaching for the skewer, hung in mid-air.
Her pale gold eyes widened slightly, and she even forgot to continue chewing the food halfway in her mouth.
She just stared blankly at Hell with her cheeks bulging.
The question was too abrupt and pointed directly at her greatest failure of the day.
It left the Goddess Angel’s mind blank for a moment, unsure of how to respond, and she even forgot to swallow the food in her mouth first.
Hell did not wait for Luna’s answer, nor did he seem to expect one.
He continued his movements, flipping the meat skewers on the grill to ensure every side was heated evenly.
At the same time, he continued speaking in a slow, deliberate pace, using a tone that sounded like a post-battle review.
“You have six Floating Turrets, boasting superior performance and powerful firepower. But in your battle just now, you used them all to launch a Saturation Attack, pursuing the ultimate suppression power.”
He paused here, seemingly giving Luna time to digest his words.
“While this provides strong suppression and high efficiency in clearing the field, the price is… you completely abandoned your own active defense. Why didn’t you leave at least one or two turrets while attacking to construct a small-scale Defense Barrier, or keep them in an automatic interception mode to protect yourself? Even a simple Energy Deflection Shield would have been enough to deal with most sneak attacks.”
Luna opened her mouth, wanting to say something, like ‘the situation was urgent at the time,’ ‘I thought I had already suppressed him,’ or ‘I didn’t expect that kind of hidden attack’… However, the words caught in her throat. she found herself momentarily speechless because what he pointed out was indeed a blind spot in her tactical habits — she relied too much on offensive power and neglected basic self-protection while in an advantageous position.
“I…”
Ultimately, the girl only let out a vague syllable.
She forgot to swallow the food in her mouth, her cheeks still bulging, making her look somewhat dazed and embarrassed.
“Additionally, you remained suspended at a high altitude the entire time, thinking you occupied the absolute high ground with a clear view of the entire battlefield. But in reality, hovering at high altitude, especially remaining relatively static for a long period, creates your most fatal and easily overlooked sensory blind spot — the area directly beneath you, and the blind spot created by a fixed perspective behind you when moving at high speeds.”
As if oblivious to Luna’s embarrassment, Hell picked up a seasoning bottle and sprinkled some evenly over the meat skewers before continuing.
“So, even at high altitudes, do not stand still. Maintain irregular, small-scale, but high-frequency movements. Even slight drifting or rotation can effectively disrupt potential locks and force you to constantly fine-tune your observation angle. Only then can you ensure you always possess the most optimal battlefield vision without blind spots.”
Listening to Hell’s clear, calm, and pinpoint analysis, Luna suddenly felt that the meat skewers in her hand were no longer delicious.
The mood that had relaxed slightly due to eating was once again replaced by a complex emotion.
She chewed mechanically and slowly, but the food felt tasteless.
‘What is going on? This guy… why did he suddenly start analyzing her combat errors like a tactical instructor, even giving suggestions for improvement?’ This tone, this content — it was as if a serious instructor who loved nitpicking details was standing in front of her giving a lecture.
The problem was, the person in front of her was an Adjudicator from the Eternal Night Gospel.
He was an enemy. Why would an enemy be kind enough to teach her how to improve her fighting style to avoid future failure?
“What’s wrong? Is what I said… incorrect?”
Hell seemed to notice the strange expression on Luna’s face, a mix of confusion, shock, and the awkwardness of having her weaknesses exposed.
He stopped flipping the meat skewers and turned his head slightly, his mask facing Luna as he asked calmly.
“No… what you said… is all correct.”
Startled by Hell’s question, Luna snapped out of it and hurriedly swallowed the remaining food in her mouth, her throat feeling a bit tight.
She cleared her throat, her eyes flickering for a moment before she answered with a hint of unease.
“I just think… it’s strange. You… you’re like my teacher. Why are you teaching me this?”
Finally, the girl paused and couldn’t help but voice the greatest doubt in her heart.
Luna stared intently at that white mask, trying to pierce through that layer of obstruction to see his true intentions.
Was it mockery? Was it another form of psychological warfare? Or was it… something else?
‘How strange.’
Hell did not explain, nor did he respond to Luna’s doubt. He simply turned his head back indifferently, continuing to focus on his barbecue, speaking in a voice that betrayed no emotion.
“Don’t worry about why. Just remember it. Next time… don’t make the same mistakes again.”
This tone and content were entirely like an elder or an instructor’s advice to a junior.
Facing Hell’s sudden and indisputable “educational” attitude, Luna, by some strange twist of fate, did not refute him, did not question him, and did not even feel offended.
She was just slightly stunned for a moment, and then, under an impulse or obedience she couldn’t even understand herself, she obediently nodded.
“Oh… I see.”
The pink-haired girl’s voice even carried a hint of docility, as if she had just accepted a lesson, which she didn’t even notice herself.
After saying it, she startled herself.
A flash of unnaturalness crossed her face again, and she quickly lowered her head, pretending to focus on the remaining meat skewers in her hand while the tips of her ears turned slightly red.
Hell looked at the dozen or so empty bamboo skewers piled in front of Luna, then saw how she seemed to have slowed her eating pace, appearing somewhat distracted.
So, he spoke up.
“Are you full?”
“Yeah, I’m full.”
Luna was pulled back from her thoughts and instinctively touched her stomach.
Her hunger had completely vanished, and the Mana in her body had recovered to a relatively stable level, enough to maintain her Transformation State. She nodded and replied.
The girl thought that he might continue the interrogation next, or perhaps propose some conditions, or engage in some other behavior.
However, Hell’s next move was completely beyond her expectations.
Hell took the last few finished skewers off the grill and placed them on a clean plate to the side.
Then, he casually clapped his hands as if he had completed a task.
Next, he raised his hand and pointed lightly toward the old, dilapidated warehouse door that could barely still open.
The young man’s voice was calm and devoid of emotion as he directly issued an order to leave.
“You’re full?”
He asked as if to confirm, and then without waiting for Luna’s reply, he said, “Then you can leave.”
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