True Name Release? Is this a Noble Phantasm from Fate or what?!
Calm down, calm down! Filo had to know this weapon’s name. She recalled cooking memories fine—why not combat, something this crucial? Original Filo, don’t fight me!
Filo roared internally, flipping through her memories like she did her skill panel. Seeing her zoned out, the Dragon King frowned, gripping her Thunder Scale blade tightly, not attacking but sizing Filo up warily.
She’s wide open… but no way! It’s a trap to bait an attack, then block with something even more humiliating than catching her blade barehanded. This time, I’ll find her real weakness and land a fatal blow!
Her eyes glowed—[Dragon King’s Eye], an upgraded [Dragon Eye] skill, boosting dynamic vision and insight to spot weaknesses. Under its gaze, Filo was covered in black dots—weak points galore, enough to freak out anyone with trypophobia.
So many weaknesses? Crap! The Dragon King’s heart sank. Her top-tier skill failed—Filo must have a higher-level counter-detection ability. Is this the True Ancestor’s edge, not just in power but skills too?
She gulped, hands trembling on her blade. Glancing down, her pupils shrank. Am I scared? No way—it’s excitement! A worthy foe after ages! Her forced smirk screamed Dihua—not just denial, but full-on self-delusion.
Filo wasn’t baiting—she was just digging for memories, head pounding over how to unseal her weapon. “Why are cooking memories so vivid?! Combat? Nothing! Original Filo, were you a chef or what?!”
She clutched her head. Suddenly, a metallic interface popped up. Filo blinked, thinking she’d lucked out and unsealed it. But…
A silver flash appeared. The Dragon King’s “I knew it!” expression turned hyper-vigilant. Filo, thrilled, grabbed the glowing object.
Got it! Smooth, round—a staff? The front of a weapon? What’s the back? A crescent scythe? Matches vampires—looks cool, even if it’s tricky to swing. Or a sword? Holding the hilt, roaming the world—not bad for a Salted-Fish Swordmaster! Or a katana? Slash, and you’re done—hero vibes, maybe a Tang-style blade or a sleek Miao knife!
Her brain ran wild, picturing herself wielding epic weapons, all cool as hell. A little chuuni moment for the Salted-Fish King.
Smirking like the Dragon King, Filo gripped the “weapon,” yanked it out, and swung it dramatically. So cool! No cheers, though? What, y’all crying from my awesomeness?
She glanced at her hand and petrified. A gleaming… frying pan?!
“Damn.”
Even Filo’s iron will couldn’t hold back a curse. A frying pan?! She checked her storage panel—the divine weapon was still locked. She’d summoned this “weapon” by mistake.
Whatever, self-hypnosis time. Frying pans can fight—Red Wolf from Pleasant Goat wields one like a boss! Filo took a deep breath, hyping herself up.
The Dragon King snapped. This was mockery. She, the dragon’s king, had been humiliated by Filo before, but this? Unbearable! Even if it’s a trap with hidden effects, I’ve got skills too!
She charged, body a lightning bolt. Filo, startled, swung her frying pan horizontally. “Skill: Blind Slash!”
The Dragon King raised Thunder Scale, slicing down. This move could shatter any weapon below its grade—priority maxed. Your pan’s done!
Swoosh! Lightning flashed, then stopped. A crisp dang rang out.
Dragon King: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
Filo: Σ(°△ °|||)︴
Thunder Scale stopped dead on the frying pan—no dent, no scratch.
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