Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

"This is the sixteenth floor of Aincrad, Thunderstorm Canyon. For three days now, I've been working hard to feed Ah Fei." Kirito muttered to himself as he half-squatted on the basalt.

Perched high above, his black trench coat fluttered in the wind, his right hand resting on the hilt of the Explainer's sword at his waist, giving him the air of a melancholy young man.

As for why this is the case, we will soon find out.

A short while later, Shirou, who was standing next to Kirito gazing into the distance, gave the instruction: "There's a new monster at three o'clock."

"understood."

Kirito sprang up and launched himself forward, his speed increasing even more than before due to the downward momentum.

Before long, he locked onto his target, placed both hands on his twin swords, and with a flash of cold light, the weapons were still unsheathed, and a cross-shaped slash heavily struck the monster's body.

He quickly turned around and adjusted his position, then turned back to deliver another double-edged thrust.

Kirito quickly reduced the monster's health bar to zero, thus ending the battle.

After finishing, he retrieved what had fallen and returned the way he came, where Shirou had already been waiting for him with a pot set up.

"You've worked hard. Did you gain anything this time?"

Kirito retrieved the fallen ingredients and handed them to the other person: "Not bad, this time I got 'Thunder Dragon Hind Leg Meat'."

"Chef Lang, what should I make?" After a moment's thought, he had an answer: "Let's just grill it!"

Without hesitation, he quickly found a barbecue grill in his backpack.

Seeing that the other party could pull out all sorts of cooking utensils, Kirito felt numb and wouldn't be surprised no matter what Shirou pulled out next.

Finally, Shirou sprinkled some unknown seasoning on the surface of the grilled meat, and soon the aroma of the grilled meat wafted out, attracting the attention of the two men.

How could Kirito, who prides himself on being a gourmet, resist this aura?

Since I got the ingredients myself, it shouldn't be a problem to take a small bite, right?

Following the scent, Kirito was about to make his move when someone was faster than him.

It was Little Fatty Dragon who made the move. She wasn't even afraid of getting burned, and she picked up the grilled meat and ate it one piece at a time.

Despite being the size of a child, he eats very quickly, even unusually fast.

Often, as soon as one piece is put into their mouth, another one is thrown in the next second.

Soon, all the barbecue was devoured by Fatty.

Kirito knew that he had no chance again. Why was it so hard to get a meal?

Then Shirou, with his exceptionally long-range vision, found a new prey.

"At nine o'clock, judging by its size, it should be an elite monster. Guild leader, do you need any help?"

Amidst the appetite and repetitive actions, there are still guild members who care about him, which is perhaps the only comforting thing right now.

Kirito stood up again: "You just stay here and cook, leave the rest to me."

"No, given my speed, I don't intend to travel with you. All I can do is probably fire an arrow."

Ugh, give me back the feeling I had just experienced!

But Kirito still waved and set off: "I'm leaving the support to you."

The same tactic was used, but the difference was that just before Kirito was about to launch his attack, a spiral sword carrying a large amount of magic power shot out from his side, hitting the monster and reducing its health bar significantly.

As a result, Kirito was able to defeat the elite monster with considerable effort.

The morning hunt is still ongoing.

......

In the afternoon, Tilberu led his legion to surround the BOSS area once again.

The legion is fully prepared and waiting for their leader's order.

The guard, as usual, reminded him, "President, please give the order!"

Most of the people present knew what happened yesterday. Their wise and powerful guild leader saw through the black-clad swordsman's scheme and led everyone to retreat in the face of danger. And today... is the day to take down the BOSS!

Just as everyone thought so, Tilberu slowly gave the order: "Retreat!"

"Okay! Go in... huh?"

Everyone's minds went blank, and they still couldn't figure out why they had retreated a second time.

Tilberu loudly explained to everyone, "We just thoroughly toyed with that black-clad swordsman yesterday, so that guy might still be lurking nearby!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

"Oh, I see."

"So once again, the president has outmaneuvered the black-clad swordsman."

"We will always believe in the Chairman!"

Tiberlu waved his hand to signal everyone to quiet down: "But I promise this is the last time. Tomorrow we will truly conquer the BOSS and rebuild the glory of the legion!"

"Oh!"

The crowd shouted as they retreated, as if they had won a great victory.

If Kirito overheard this conversation, he would be furious and point his finger at Tilberu, yelling: Why don't you join the raid? Why don't you join the raid? Do you know what I've been through these past two days?

Finally, the guard hurriedly whispered a reminder: "Guild Master, even if we decide to proceed with the raid tomorrow, there's no need to announce it so publicly. What if those guys are really nearby..."

Before she could finish speaking, she met Tilberu's calm gaze.

"It's okay, everything is as expected."

......

The sun was setting, and although it was unlikely to be seen from the cloud-covered sixteenth floor, this phrase was undoubtedly the most fitting description of Kirito and Shirou's current situation.

"It's...not working."

Shirou lies on the ground, one hand outstretched forward; the phrase "flower of hope" would be even more fitting to describe this scene.

"Me too..."

Kirito was not far away, slumped on the ground with his back against a rock, his two weapons lying casually on his lap, looking completely burnt out.

As they watched, Fatty finished the last of his "Thunder Fries," licked the ketchup from his lips, and then looked at the two men slumped on the ground, saying, "Thanks for the meal~"

"Finally..." Kirito breathed a sigh of relief; today's mission was finally complete.

It's not just about physical exhaustion, but also the mental fatigue from repeating the same tasks all day.

Shirou asked hesitantly, "Will this kind of thing continue tomorrow?"

"Although I don't want to, this is reality."

"It's a little difficult to say, but I have things to take care of tomorrow, so, so..."

Upon hearing this, Kirito defied the stamina bar's limitations with sheer willpower, leaping up and retorting, "Are you going to desert your post?"

Shirou scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I didn't want to either, but the school's air conditioner is broken and I need to fix it."

?

Kirito immediately typed a big question mark.

"No, the school's equipment is broken and they're asking you to fix it? Is it your problem or the school's problem?"

“You’ve misunderstood,” Shirou explained. “The student council is facing some financial difficulties, which is why they’ve come to ask me for help.”

Kirito sighed, "I understand."

"That's enough for today, I'll take my leave now." With that, Shirou logged off using the system panel.

Kirito was left standing there, lost in thought.

There is no magic in reality, so does that mean he can repair equipment even without a projection?

Emiya is terrifyingly powerful; is there anything in this world that you cannot do?

Soon after, Kirito also logged off.