How did you bunch of silly group members also time travel?

Thinking about it this way, I feel it's my duty to address the "domain" issue.

"So you'd better not die, little lab rat, otherwise it will take who knows how long to find another usable one!" Most importantly, she hasn't even experienced the specific sensations of successfully guiding Qi into her body yet. If she dies, wouldn't this step be as if there has been no progress at all?

Well, besides proving that this method is indeed feasible.

With this in mind, Miss Fox, who had originally prioritized finding the big hamster, unknowingly changed her course and turned towards the direction where she vaguely saw Mr. White Mouse being blasted away, in order to first confirm whether Mr. White Mouse was alive or dead.

The result was unexpected; it was found very easily. It was hanging unconscious on a tree.

He was missing neither an arm nor a leg, and his body structure was intact. Apart from the small scratches and wounds all over his body, he didn't seem to have any major problems.

Miss Fox exclaimed, "This is not scientific!"

Indeed, unlike the giant hamster, who was blasted out of the bombardment zone before being hit by Shalltear's attack and still had some life-saving equipment, Mr. White Mouse was genuinely exhausted and lying in the center of the bombardment area. That place has now become the center of a huge crater. Although he was only blasted away by the first hit, the survival rate is just too high.

Miss Fox had already prepared herself for the possibility of finding a barely recognizable corpse, or one missing limbs, or at the very least, a half-dead, barely clinging-to-life state. The fact that Brian was so intact and unharmed was something she hadn't anticipated. Could it be that Shalltear had gone mad and was consciously ensuring Brian's survival?

"Fine, you're in charge of the fantasy world."

Feeling utterly drained, Miss Fox weakly 'plucked' Mr. White Mouse from the tree. His back was charred black, suggesting he wasn't as lucky as he'd initially thought, but it wasn't a serious injury. A single HP potion was all it took to easily heal Brian, who was even weaker than the golden elf who had thrown the elf. She even managed to repair his clothes along the way.

Well, as for who the golden elf who lost the elf is, Miss Fox doesn't know either; she's searching for the answer herself.

"Alright, now as long as we find Akane, we can make a run for it!" Miss Fox couldn't remember what that elite squad was, but she did remember some of the plot about Shalltear's betrayal, since the first season was the most enjoyable time for Ainz Ooal Gown.

The supposedly most powerful and destructive super-tier magic, Skyfall, was heavily buffed, but it only blasted an area of ​​a few hundred meters, leaving the fox-like viewer a little dissatisfied, with a slight "that's all?" feeling. However, that didn't detract from the fact that the first season of Ainz Ooal Gown was undeniably exciting.

So Miss Fox still vaguely remembers that Shalltear's betrayal was due to a squad, which is probably the squad they're facing now. She's the one who inserted herself into the story.

Now that the squad has dealt with Shalltear, it will be easy to take care of her now. She needs to disappear from their search area quickly; Miss Fox isn't really keen on starring as the female lead in the "Prisoner of the Knight" mini-drama.

We must find the giant hamster as soon as possible without attracting attention, before that elite team expands its search area.

Well, that's what they say, but there's really no need to worry. After all, I have the Curved Light buff, the passive ability to reduce presence, and Aizen's specially made black cloak.

Miss Fox had no idea how that elite team could find her!

"Quick, after it! 'That thing' flew that way!" "Lord Kerry has already sacrificed himself; we can't afford to lose 'that thing' too!" "All of you, hurry! Mages! Mages, think of some magic to increase speed!" "Quick!..."

Just then, some jumbled conversations and the sound of a group of people rapidly approaching came from not far behind.

Before Miss Fox could even type a question mark, she suddenly felt a warmth on her body as a cheongsam embroidered with a golden dragon, still warm from her body, was suddenly put on her.

Unlike the cheongsam worn by the elderly members of that elite squad, which couldn't be properly fitted, this cheongsam fit Miss Fox perfectly. Her bust was lifted high without any sagging, and her slender waist and rounded hips were perfectly proportioned. It was as if the most suitable person was wearing the most suitable clothes—a truly stunning sight!

"?"

"I'm still wearing a cloak, how did this thing get on me?"

"And before you put it on me, at least wash yourself first, okay? It's disgusting to have someone else's body heat on you, thank goodness it wasn't on the inside!"

Miss Fox was ranting and raving, but her feet were moving quickly.

She had already dragged Brian away at breakneck speed when she heard the elite squad approaching. She left the pursuing squad far behind, while Brian, whose leg she was holding, let out intermittent screams of agony.

Especially when Mr. Mouse's feet just happened to hit the obstacle, and Ms. Fox just rushed over it.

"So why did this cheongsam suddenly end up on me?! Are you some kind of magical artifact that automatically chooses its master?!" With one hand gripping the cheongsam, Miss Fox tried to unbutton it and tear it off.

However, although the buttons were undone, the cheongsam was still tight and couldn't be pulled off.

"Is it impossible to take off a cheongsam after unbuttoning it?! Can someone tell me how to take off a cheongsam?!"

"Ah! I found the hamster!" Miss Fox spotted the dead hamster lying in the tree ahead.

So he grabbed one of the hamster's legs, pulled it off, and carried it on his shoulder.

"Why is it in a tree too?!" she complained, while the vigorous movements of her lower body continued.

Miss Fox is running hard today.

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Chapter 86 It's quite strange to be entangled in a cheongsam

"Phew... I've been running all morning... I should... I should have completely shaken them off by now, right?"

From the wilderness where there were no human traces or animal tracks, we passed through mountains inhabited by various wild beasts, small villages where we could see human habitation, and now we can see the traces of horse-drawn carriages left over the years.

The pursuers had been out of sight for quite some time. But the panicked Miss Fox was completely exhausted before she finally stopped running. She was panting heavily and covered in sweat, a sight that was hard to look away from.

If they can maintain such a high level of running for half a day, they should be able to shake off their pursuers completely.

Feeling a little guilty, I looked back and saw nothing.

After crossing a mountain, Miss Fox stopped recklessly clearing a path and running away, so she didn't leave many traces of her actions, which means she must have shaken off her pursuers.

"Phew... I can finally rest." With her conscience pounding wildly, Miss Fox leaned against a tree, her legs trembling uncontrollably. But she dared not sit down, fearing she might faint and end up being picked up by human traffickers.

She knows this routine all too well and doesn't want to participate. She won't give anyone the chance to initiate any hentai storyline.

"Huh? Why are they both rolling their eyes and foaming at the mouth? Have they been poisoned?" Brian's crotch was also soaked.

Fortunately, there was no smell of blood.

After briefly checking that they were still breathing, Miss Fox gave each of them a bottle of HP potion and then left them to their own devices. She was exhausted and needed to rest.

I also need to figure out a way to tear off the cheongsam I'm wearing.

"So how am I supposed to take off this cheongsam? There's no zipper in the back, and when did you button it up for me? I remember unbuttoning it, right?" Miss Fox asked, confused.

This cheongsam clearly belongs to that elite squad, so how did it suddenly end up on her?

Furthermore, Miss Fox doesn't recall any mention in Ainz Ooal Gown's original light novel that any items possessed consciousness or automatically chose their masters. What's with this cheongsam?

Could it be that Ling Yinmeng, being from the small, broken world of China, and since the Manchu-style robe was a popular garment during the Republic of China era, sought her out? She'd never heard of that before.

"Is this thing going to try and pin this on me? At least clean yourself up before putting it on, okay?"

Miss Fox remembered that the group had said the previous wearer was dead, and she couldn't accept wearing something that belonged to a dead person. Even though the cheongsam looked quite clean, she felt uncomfortable.

"I can't take it off..." Does that mean I won't be able to wear swimsuits anymore?

Miss Fox sighed deeply, unable to come up with a solution.

"oops..."

...??! A flash of inspiration!

"I can just put it in my backpack!" With a snap of her fingers, Miss Fox immediately sprang into action. She instantly decided to put her cheongsam into her backpack.

Yes, this time there were no surprises, and the cheongsam did indeed end up in Miss Fox's backpack.

Then the problem arose.

"What should we do with this cheongsam?" An item that can control Shalltear must be a world-class item.

The problem is that Miss Fox doesn't want this cheongsam and doesn't know what to do with it. So, what to do with it is a big problem.

It seems this world-class item has identified her as its user, which is why it suddenly put it on her. The clothes of a recently deceased person... ugh, just thinking about it makes Miss Fox feel incredibly dirty; her body has been defiled.

Especially considering that the previous owner of this cheongsam was an old woman with a man's face. Or perhaps it was a man.

She's not even a cute girl! That makes it even harder to accept!

"Let's just split it! Shalltear's artifact can yield tons of crystals, so the world-class item could make me rich overnight!" Miss Fox opened the interface of the disassembler and took out a cheongsam from her backpack—the cheongsam seemed to want to wrap around Miss Fox's body as soon as it came out, wanting to forcefully put it on her again!

Fortunately, Miss Fox was more skillful; she quickly gathered the cheongsam into a ball and tied a knot, thus preventing any harm from happening.

"Hmph, all flashy and pretty!" Miss Fox said smugly, and stuffed a cheongsam into the disassembler interface.

Then Miss Fox realized that her hand had passed through the disintegrator interface, and the cheongsam hadn't been thrown inside. The cheongsam that she had been holding just a moment ago had suddenly moved to Miss Fox's arm; her hand had passed through the gaps in the cheongsam, as if she had rolled it up herself and tied it to her arm.

"..." With her arm bent, Miss Fox continued to stuff the cheongsam into the disintegrator.

Just as they were about to reach the disintegrator, the cheongsam tied to Miss Fox's arm tucked up, avoiding the disintegrator interface and changing position.

"..."

And whether by coincidence or not, the dragon's head happened to meet Miss Fox's gaze. Miss Fox even miraculously saw an expression on the dragon's face that seemed to be rebuking her for treating it rudely.

"...Am I just exhausted from running and my eyes are playing tricks on me?" Miss Fox put down her cheongsam and continued stuffing it into the disintegrator.

Then the cheongsam shrank back up, and the golden dragon head met the fox lady's gaze again. But this time it was different; this time it wasn't rebuking the fox lady for her rudeness, but rather a humble expression begging her not to put it in.

Who the hell knows why Miss Fox could read an expression from the golden dragon pattern on a cheongsam?

"...You call the shots in this fantasy world." Her head ached. Miss Fox didn't know what to do either.

"Let it dismantle," Miss Fox thought, not believing the cheongsam would obediently go inside. "Let it go back," she thought, "given how it's still stuck to me even though I want to dismantle it, it probably won't."

"So, you should at least clean yourself up before you talk!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the cheongsam in Miss Fox's hand trembled, and the knot she had tied was untied.

The cheongsam then fluttered around Miss Fox for a while before darting away. A few minutes later, it returned, slightly damp and carrying a faint fragrance. It swayed shyly before Miss Fox, like a bashful young girl, wanting to approach her but also afraid of something.

"..." Fine, you decide what happens in this fantasy world.

Miss Fox opened her backpack and put her current outfit, along with the black cloak given to her by Aizen's father, inside. Then, wearing only her underwear, she said to the cheongsam, "Move yourself."

The cheongsam, as cheerful as a child, immediately slipped onto Miss Fox's body. It clung tightly to her form without feeling restrictive, offering far greater comfort than when she had worn it before, and without hindering her movements. It seemed to have adjusted itself to better suit Miss Fox's figure, perhaps fearing abandonment or dismemberment.

"The style is nice, and it's quite comfortable. It looks great and suits my taste," Miss Fox commented after taking a closer look at the cheongsam.

A cheongsam looks quite beautiful when worn on a body that can support it.

"The long sleeves are too hot and cumbersome, and the slits are too high. I don't really like them."

Upon hearing this, Miss Fox's cheongsam fluttered even without wind. A short while later, the style of the cheongsam changed according to Miss Fox's assessment.

The long sleeves were gone, replaced by short sleeves, revealing the fox's still-on handcuffs.

The high slit that reached the waist was gone, shortened to cover half of the thigh, forming an alluring triangle with Miss Fox's green stockings on the side.

"Hmm, now I'm satisfied."

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Chapter 87 DIO (without illustrations)

The hamster and Mr. White Mouse are still asleep, and Ms. Fox is a little sleepy from exhaustion.

However, to avoid being picked up by human traffickers and entering strange routes... Well, although Miss Fox isn't particularly afraid of being picked up, since others can't see her, strange routes always start with some weird abilities, so it's still best to be cautious.

So, to prevent herself from being out of her mind, Miss Fox opened the chat group.

Newbie just there to fill a spot: I'm alive again!

After sending a message, Miss Fox frantically scrolled through the chat history, ignoring what people were talking about, trying to find something she had missed.

As it turned out, her chat history, which she hadn't posted for half a day, contained nothing of note; it was all about strange topics, like dolls. Apparently, a newbie who had paid for the service had officially completed a doll, but due to insufficient materials, it had many problems. The group had spent the entire morning discussing how to modify and upgrade this first-generation doll.

She roughly understood the situation.

Newbie here to fill in: As for dolls, let's put aside their combat power for now, shouldn't the most important thing be that they look good?

Seventeen-year-old girl: We've already talked about this topic, and the topic of dolls has already ended!

Paid newbie: I told you, the main thing about dolls is their appearance.

For paid beginners: Ideally, they should have large breasts and long legs, a bionic nervous system similar to a human's, and be fleshy enough to satisfy their owner's late-night needs.

Newbie filler: Do you like a doll that can execute any command, wear any shameful clothes, and perform any pose that humans can't do, and even has accessories to change its appearance and body shape?

For newbies who pay: Just add a few points to their combat abilities.

Newbie just filling in the numbers: Yeah, but overly revealing outfits are too cheesy. Something more revealing, like the kind with absolute territory (or "absolute territory"), would be better.

Newbie just filling in the blanks: Oh right, cheongsams are really nice too!

Paid newbie: The cheongsam covers too much, I think it's not acceptable.

Newbie commenter: I think it's okay. The clothes don't need to be too embarrassing, just half-covering. Imagine brutally tearing them open before turning off the lights at night, watching the other person's delicate body barely able to contain their vital parts, revealing that unexpectedly pure inner self.

Newbie just there to make up the numbers: Ah! My friend said it's all set!

My favorite is Magical Merry: This is Merry-chan like this...

The doctor's avatar suddenly went black; he was offline. I have no idea what he did after logging off.

Grocery store owner: ...Should I avoid discussing this kind of thing?

Paid Newbie: Hey sir, we're all men, so feel free to say what you like. Nobody's going to laugh at you.

Paid newbie: There aren't any women in the group now, are there?

Seventeen-year-old girl: *cough*