Infinity, The Arcade Age

Name: Kasamoto Eri (Metal Slug World)Strength: 20

Constitution: 20

Agility: 40

Spirit: 20

Skills:

Memphis Bombshell (A-Rank): Upon activation, receives explosive supplies. Choose between C4 Bomb, Incendiary Grenade, or Homing Explosive. Cooldown: 24 hours.

Firearms Mastery (B-Rank)

Melee Combat Mastery (B-Rank)

Equipment:

H-Type Light Machine Gun (Standard Silver Quality, 1000 rounds of ammo)

Kasamoto Eri's Enhanced Grenade Pouch (Radiant Silver Quality, 48 grenades)

Large-Caliber Revolver (Dim Silver Quality, 1000 rounds of ammo)

Tactical Hand Axe (Dim Silver Quality)

Vodka Satchel (Blue Quality)

Description: Known as the "Memphis Bombshell," Eri Kasamoto is an explosives expert whose path is often marked by fiery devastation.

Gunfire cracked through the air as a tall, sharp-featured woman in a military uniform appeared before Qin Ming.

She carried an ammunition pack on her back, had a belt loaded with wooden-handle grenades, and was gripping a light machine gun in her hands.

The moment she appeared, she saluted crisply.

"Second Sergeant of the Sparrow Squad, Kasamoto Eri, reporting for duty! Commander, please point me toward the next thing you want blown to hell!"

Qin Ming took a moment to appreciate the sharp, disciplined figure before him and nodded in satisfaction.

I have to admit, having a badass female soldier as a subordinate feels a hell of a lot better than lugging around a burly guy.

Especially after the last world, where I nearly lost my dignity to a certain bear of a man.

But then, a thought crossed his mind. Wait… do summoned characters have something like affection points?

He walked a slow circle around Kasamoto Eri, scrutinizing her carefully. She seemed exceptionally obedient, even professional.

His gaze fell briefly on the grenades strapped to her belt, and a faint shiver ran up his spine.

After that self-destruction stunt by Xiahou Dun, I've developed a healthy paranoia about explosives.

After much internal conflict, Qin Ming made a fateful decision:

He turned off the lights.

(The next ten thousand words have been censored due to recent policy restrictions. Please feel free to use your imagination…)

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

As the alarm blared at dawn, Qin Ming lazily groped for the clock, grabbed it, and hurled it across the room.

Rubbing his temples, he sat up and squinted at the time.

I swear, this past month has been absolute chaos.

Most notably, booze-fueled chaos.

It wasn't because Qin Ming enjoyed drinking; it was because he had no choice but to drink.

Kasamoto Eri was, by all definitions, an incurable alcoholic.

Whether she was relaxing, working, or preparing for battle—she always had to drink. And not just any drink, but high-proof vodka!

As a result, the floor of Qin Ming's room was now littered with countless empty bottles.

Why does a military operative—an elite scout and demolitions expert—have such an intense dependency on booze?

Qin Ming glanced at the mess around him and sighed deeply.

Seeing the time, he reached out and patted the sleeping Kasamoto Eri on the shoulder.

The disheveled woman sat up groggily, her blonde hair tousled and wild. She wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing, but her first instinct wasn't modesty—it was vodka.

She grabbed a bottle from the bedside table, uncorked it, and took a long swig.

Then she turned to look at Qin Ming.

Her eyes went wide.

And then—pffffft!

A mouthful of vodka sprayed directly onto Qin Ming's face.

"W-What the hell?! WHO ARE YOU?!"

Eyes still squeezed shut from the vodka assault, Qin Ming calmly wiped his face with a hand.

"Big Sis, it's been a month. How have you not adjusted to this yet? Can you at least stop spitting on me every morning?!"

"Ah… ahahaha… cough… sorry, still not used to waking up with a man next to me."

Kasamoto Eri scratched her head awkwardly, avoiding his gaze.

"But hey! At least I didn't draw my gun on you this time!"

"That's because I hid your gun beforehand."

"Oh… well, fair point! I'll get used to it eventually. So… what were you saying again?"

"Time to work. Get up."

"…Wait, what kind of work are we talking about here?"

"Not THAT kind!"

"Aw, you could've been more specific, y'know."

Rolling her eyes, Kasamoto Eri hopped out of bed and began gearing up.

Machine gun—loaded.

Grenades—secured.

Tactical axe—sheathed.

Vodka satchel—brimming with liquor.

In mere moments, she transformed from a slovenly boozehound into a formidable military operative.

She snapped into a sharp salute.

"Second Sergeant Kasamoto Eri, fully equipped and ready for duty! …Also, Commander, that red silk vest of yours remains as flamboyantly sexy as ever."

Qin Ming, already half-dressed and buckling his belt, froze mid-motion.

"…As soon as I find better armor, this vest is yours."

"Eh? I wouldn't know what to do with that thing. It suits you perfectly…"

"That's an order!"

"Sir, yes sir!"

As Kasamoto Eri saluted again, Qin Ming couldn't help but wonder:

How the hell did our roles reverse? Who's the real scoundrel here?

Fully prepared, Qin Ming and Kasamoto Eri stood silently in the room, their inventories packed with emergency consumables and equipment.

Qin Ming had kept 10,000 points in reserve—just in case.

As the clock struck midnight, the faint sound of a bell chimed.

In an instant, the two figures vanished from the room.

At the same time, in another corner of the Nightmare Space, a man named Wind snapped his eyes open.

"It's time!Flame! Follow him!"

A blindfolded girl sitting nearby smirked faintly as she fiddled with a glowing artifact.

"Chase, chase, chase… all you ever do is chase. Don't come crying to me when this hunt blows up in your face."

Behind them, leaning casually against the wall, stood Anger—a well-known low-level adventurer and hired muscle.

He cracked his knuckles and turned to Feng.

"Remember your promise. Once he's dead—another 20,000 points."

Wind nodded solemnly. 

"Don't worry. I only want him dead. But be careful—he might have allies now."

Anger raised an eyebrow and chuckled darkly.

"Allies? You didn't mention that before. Alright then—double the price. Another 20,000 points per head."

(End of Chapter)