Under the crowd's gaze, Nash slowly inched toward Natasha until they were only an arm's length apart.
"What do you want to—"
Slap!
Before Natasha could finish, a crisp slap rang across her face.
Too shocked to react, she couldn't dodge as another palm struck the other side of her cheek.
"That's better… equally red and pink," Nash muttered, as if admiring his handiwork.
"You!"
In a fury, Natasha swung her arm, aiming to disintegrate his body.
Unfortunately, her hand only passed through a virtual form, giving her a chuckle in response.
"Not bad. I didn't expect this virtualization function would work."
From a guest to a basic user, Nash's virtual permission allowed him to virtualize his body, like a spectator who couldn't be harmed.
Hearing his mocking chuckle, Natasha was enraged and went berserk, destroying everything in sight.
Unable to move under her pressure, most couldn't virtualize in time and were brutally killed by Natasha.
"Bad luck! The witch went berserk!"
