The video continued.
Unlike the others, the Firefly on screen didn't cry out in despair. She remained calm and composed, her brows slightly furrowed—not in fear, but in thought, as if quietly strategizing.
Then, the Black Robed Men returned. They took the girl from the cell beside Firefly's, signaling that she would be next.
Players who had witnessed the horrific fate of the earlier girl felt a surge of dread. For those unfamiliar with the later plot, the tension was unbearable.
No way, Starlight… you wouldn't let such a beautiful girl die like that, would you?
Just as everyone silently prayed for a miracle, the Black Robed Men opened Firefly's cell and led her and the Fox-eared Little Girl out.
Their footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder as they neared the altar.
Bullet comments flooded the screen:
"High energy warning ahead…!"
"High energy incoming…!"
"I dare say every frame from here is wallpaper-worthy…!"
Sure enough, Firefly delivered a fierce kick, sending the nearest cultist flying. He hit the ground hard—lifeless.
Her movements were clean, precise, and lethal.
Before the second cultist could react, she struck his throat with a swift punch. He collapsed instantly.
The remaining two drew short blades, their edges shimmering with ominous dark light.
But Firefly didn't flinch.
She lowered her stance and charged forward, evading both blades with a fluid lean. As the cultists overextended, she seized their wrists and drove their own weapons into their necks.
The choreography was flawless—fluid, brutal, and beautiful.
Players watching were stunned. Breathless.
After dispatching all four, Firefly calmly checked the corridor beyond the door.
At first, players thought she was a cold assassin type.
But the next moment shattered that impression.
Firefly tiptoed to the Fox-eared Little Girl's side, leaned down, and offered a smile so warm it felt like spring sunlight.
"Shh… Trust Big Sister. I'll get you out of here. Right now, all you need to do is be brave and stay quiet ~ Understand?"
Her gentle voice froze the audience.
That feeling—like a first love—was irresistible.
But time was running out.
The Black Robed Men at the altar had noticed their companions hadn't returned. They began heading toward the tunnel.
Firefly, meanwhile, found a pistol on one of the fallen cultists.
Bullet comments drifted across the screen:
"Truth is in hand…!"
"Wait, this game has martial arts, magic, and firearms? I'm interested now…!"
With the pistol in hand, Firefly transformed again.
She kicked open the door, raised the weapon, and fired.
Muzzle flashes lit the corridor. Bullets whizzed through the air, striking cultists squarely in the head.
The Windbreaker Man, seated at the altar, turned his gaze toward her. A sinister smile curled on his lips.
His arrogance screamed "final boss."
The cultists swarmed. In the confined space, Firefly couldn't defend against all of them at once.
After shooting down two, one cultist crept up behind her, launching a surprise attack.
But Firefly sensed him.
She executed a stylish leg sweep, tripping him, then stomped on his chest and delivered a point-blank headshot.
Bullet comments exploded:
"Oh my god, step on me, step on me…!"
"Envious of the cultist. I want to be stepped on by Firefly…!"
"Big Sister, step on me… ♡"
"Requesting cultist POV…"
"There should be a doujin of this…"
Firefly stared at the comments, speechless.
A strange sensation stirred in her chest.
After elegantly dispatching the remaining enemies, she turned to face the Windbreaker Man.
The camera zoomed in.
Her pistol had only one bullet left.
Bang!
The final shot flew toward the Windbreaker Man.
But with a flick of his hand, a flash of light sliced the bullet in half.
The two halves clinked to the ground—a crisp, despairing sound.
"666, this guy's a cheat…!"
"He can cut bullets?!"
Still not enough…?
The Windbreaker Man approached, step by step.
Players leaned in, fully immersed.
They knew Firefly relied on firearms. And now… she was out of bullets.
But on screen, Firefly smiled.
Confident.
Bullet comments surged:
"Here it comes, here it comes…!"
"I can't take it anymore—this is too cool…!"
"What kind of skill is this?!"
"I'm playing this game the moment it launches…!"
Firefly bent down and picked up a playing card.
It shimmered, transforming into a USB-like device.
In her other hand, she held a silver-red transformation belt. She clipped it to her waist. A belt extended and locked into place.
She pressed the button on the USB device.
"JOKER!"
The mechanical voice startled everyone.
Subtitles at the bottom of the video changed—dazzling purple special effects lit up the screen.
Firefly inserted the USB into the belt slot.
Purple ripples spread outward, accompanied by a standby sound effect.
She raised her right hand to shield herself.
"Henshin."
With her left hand, she flipped the single-sided driver.
The ripples contracted, enveloping her.
A burst of purple light flashed.
And then—Ace Form Knight Armor appeared.
The players were stunned.
Firefly, now clad in armor, glanced at the corpses of the sacrificed girls.
The scene struck a chord.
She turned to face the Windbreaker Man.
A purple glow flickered in her helmet's eye-piece.
Her voice, cold and mechanical, echoed:
"Then, let's count your sins…!"
The players lost it.
It was like watching a Kamen Rider transformation for the first time as a child.
"This is just too cool…!"