Hatsune Miku Gets Played (Third Bonus Chapter) / Hey, Classmate, Want Electrotherapy? (Fourth Bonus Chapter)

Blade: 113

Currently, I'm two chapters short, but I expect to make up for it tonight.

Chapter 580 of Section 609: Hatsune Miku Who Was Broken (Third Update)

"Finally, a friendly reminder: the Honkai of Shenzhou is the beginning of a cataclysmic disaster, and it will inevitably become the end. Fifty thousand years of grudges and entanglements must come to a conclusion..."

"In short, this trip is sure to be very interesting; I've prepared many surprises for you..."

Hatsune Miku snapped her fingers, casually pulled out two purplish-red crystals from her person, and tossed them to Kevin with an ambiguous expression.

"I don't have anything valuable here. To you, only Memory Fragment have any value..."

"You can give this as a greeting when you first enter the school, to your boss and colleagues..."

"Speaking of which, those two were really entangled with you in their past lives..."

Kevin obediently reached out and carefully kept the two precious Memory Fragment, his thoughts returning to his encounter at the hot spring pool, and he felt somewhat dazed.

"You mean, these two things can help Fu Hua and Murata Himeko awaken their memories?"

Hatsune Miku smiled without saying a word. She is a deity who governs human memories. Limited by the influence of the human group, her autonomy is limited, but her support abilities are off the charts.

So, what Her Princess loves to do most is to sit on a small stool, crack some melon seeds, drink some soda, sing songs, and watch the show from the sidelines, cheering her on.

The guy in front of her was her Personal Enforcer and Gold Medal Actor; his shows always delivered thrilling surprises, and she never got tired of watching them.

As a way to relax, Love and Ethics Drama airing during prime time are undoubtedly the most enjoyable choice.

Anyway, the Herrscher's problems need to be solved together; it would be quite interesting to just throw out a few Memory Fragment.

During the Holy Grail War, he obtained his own Memory Fragment and began to piece together the past...

Afterwards, by preventing the City of R'lyeh from rising to the surface, he obtained a second Memory Fragment, which, based on the current situation, should belong to Mei...

Having quelled the Gastrea scourge in Japan and resealed its creator, Jenova, they have now obtained two Memory Fragment from Hatsune Miku...

Clearly, 2B's memory copy was not taken into account; it was merely considered an additional bonus.

If this thing really works the same way as the one that worked on Mei, then both of them are priceless treasures!

Kevin clutched his wildly beating chest, and couldn't help but recall his dear friend from the Moonlight War, who had burned his memories to swing a sword for him, and a surge of emotion welled up inside him.

"Your Princess the best! I will write 10 songs for you in the future, no! 20 songs!"

The man picked up Hatsune Miku, who was proudly raising her chin, and spun her around several times. At that moment, this Black-hearted Boss seemed particularly pleasing to the eye.

Along the way, aside from the frustrating difficulty of the tasks, every time we faced a challenge, it proved the rule of "high risk, high reward" to be true.

Without a doubt, at least Her Princess's conscience isn't completely rotten; she still possesses at least some basic fairness and credibility.

"Your Princess is the cutest in the world! I want to apply to rejoin the group!"

Kevin showered his boss with sweet words, and with Hatsune Miku's satisfied smile, his movements became even more exaggerated, almost leaving afterimages.

"Creak..."

Wait, what's that sound?! It sounds like...

"Stop it... you idiot..."

However, just a few seconds later, Hatsune Miku's face turned pale, and she cried out in terror, kicking and punching Kevin with all her might.

"Bang!"

But then, under the high-speed rotation and violent compression of this Judgment Angel, the artificial body, which had been equipped with a full set of skin, abandoned its stability and combat capabilities and immediately burst into black smoke and shattered into pieces.

The head with the bright green ponytail swung out in a bizarre manner, bouncing left and right among the bamboo poles.

Kevin: "..."

Hatsune Miku: "..."

After a long silence, Kevin squatted down, carefully lifted Hatsune Miku's head, and smiled apologetically.

"Well, accidents can happen all the time, please be understanding!"

Hatsune Miku's head flew off and headbutted Kevin's nose hard.

"You hater! Traitor! You repay kindness with enmity! You definitely did it on purpose! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Don't bite my face, grandma! I need to save this for work! I'm sorry, okay?"

"No rush, the system is going to be upgraded anyway. We'll have the SCP Foundation's technical department assemble an even more advanced one for you right away! The kind that can be disassembled and reassembled from scratch!"

"Raven! Raven!"

Kevin, who was being chased and bitten by a head, hurriedly opened a gap in the spatial barrier, summoned his new adjutant who was in contact with him, and then stuffed Hatsune Miku's head directly into Raven's arms.

After Kevin hurriedly threw the remaining severed limbs into the Space Anchor where the Raven was located, and escaped the black-hearted fake fan being chased by the Princess, he leaned against the bamboo pole, still feeling lingering fear.

Although the two are somewhat incompatible, Hatsune Miku, as a collective of human self-awareness, not only controls collective memories but also represents the immortality of civilization's continuation, so she certainly won't be so easily ruined.

So, we can make up for this little conflict later. At worst, we can just openly join the Princess's fan club and cheer her on at a few concerts.

Okay, now the goal is clear.

First, under the guise of a teacher, infiltrate the Far East Branch of the St. Freya Academy, awaiting the awakening of the Herrscher candidates one by one, taming them, and indirectly gaining complete control over the power of the Earth Mother Goddess Gaia...

Secondly, we'll get them on board and head to Mount Tai Xu to participate in the Academy Competition, intimidating all the covetous eyes, and incidentally, tricking the organizers [Heavenly Court] to see what they're really up to...

However, I accidentally messed up Princess's game just now and forgot to ask her how she got into the St. Freya Academy.

The unscrupulous boss is currently furious, so Kevin decided to figure it out himself. He clapped his hands, sensed a familiar scumbag's aura, and teleported to a secluded location.

At this moment, a handsome white-haired guy wearing slippers, bare hairy legs, shorts, and a t-shirt with a cute girl's face on his upper body was typing away on the keyboard and mouse.

"Damn it! Where's the wet nurse?! Give me a bite!"

"You're out in the woods picking mushrooms, huh? What's your mother's last name?!"

"Holy crap, the enemy team's all gone, ADC, don't come near the Top Lane Dad!"

The handsome white-haired guy flicked his ponytail, spewed out a string of Zuan-style Greetings, and then skillfully bent down to pick up a cigarette, lit it with a lighter held between his toes—his actions were truly flamboyant.

Alas, it's a pity that my old friend [Heavenly Fire Sacred Judgment] is no longer here, otherwise we wouldn't have needed to go through all this trouble.

Siegfried, who was slacking off at work by playing games, felt a pang of sadness, unsure whether it was because he was thinking of someone who had taken his treasured possession, or simply because he was regretting that someone had taken it from him.

Once I'm fully grown, I'll make you all kneel on the ground and call me daddy!

Siegfried suppressed his strange emotions, took a deep breath, and was just about to rise up when, in the instant he looked up, the Unfilial Son had taken away his Key of God emerged from the deep Spatial Rift.

"Son! You've finally decided to come see me!"

"Bang!"

Kevin punched Siegfried, who had just thrown down his keyboard, and sent him flying, squinting and smiling broadly.

"Come on, let's sort out the seniority..."

Chapter 581, Section 610: Classmate, Electrotherapy? (Fourth Update)

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

Half an hour later, Siegfried, his face bruised and swollen, wiped the tables and chairs clean with a big smile. He led Kevin to sit down and busied himself serving water and tea.

Kevin, who had finally corrected the unfilial descendant's lineage, picked up his tea and savored it with a great sense of accomplishment. The pitiful few tea leaves, once unfurled, seemed adorable to him, and the aroma was refreshing and pleasant.

"You didn't seem very surprised to see me back. Did someone notify you?"

Kevin recalled Siegfried's reaction earlier, felt slightly curious, blew on the tea leaves, took a small sip, and then asked casually.

"Of course, Ancestor, you are the prototype of King Arthur in the mythology. Isn't there a legend that you returned to the world after a thousand years and became the Eternal King?"

"Furthermore, the Foundation has also informed Cecilia of this; resurrection is just a matter of time!"

Siegfried, having just received a sound beating, unleashed his full potential for flattery, treating the man before him like his wife.

Kevin hummed contentedly, clearly pleased with the change in their roles.

"You've taken good care of Xilin and Kiana, thank you for your hard work..."

"I haven't fulfilled my obligations to protect and guide the family much, and I've even brought disaster upon you, so let bygones be bygones, relax..."

Siegfried straightened his back with a broad smile, put his arm around Kevin's shoulder to show closeness, and spoke with a hint of lingering fear in his voice.

"That's good. I thought you came here specifically to sever Father-Son Relationship..."

"Laugh!"

The Dark Red Greatsword slammed into the floor. Kevin's expression was grim. Siegfried smelled the burning fur and jumped back in a panic.

"Okay, okay, seriously, welcome back, Kevin..."

Siegfried stubbed out his cigarette, his face full of sincerity and sighs. He opened his arms as if to hug him. Kevin hesitated for a moment, then shook his head helplessly and stepped forward to give his old friend a simple hug.

Life has evolved to such an extent that it is difficult to bind them with existing family bloodlines, not to mention that the Kaslana Family is just his and Mei's test-tube baby, and their relationship is not deep.

Furthermore, with hundreds of generations separating them, the so-called seniority was meaningless, and he preferred to be friends with Siegfried, his mischievous friend.

"So, you've come to the St. Freya Academy to apply for a job?"

Siegfried opened a can of beer, took a sip, and looked completely relaxed.

"That's easy. The SCP Foundation has already given the go-ahead, and they've reserved a spot for you to contact those brats."

"Hmm, the head of student affairs at the Far East Branch of the St. Freya Academy, and also History Teacher..."

"Furthermore, your identity is too sensitive; direct contact would inevitably bring a lot of unnecessary trouble..."

"There are quite a few Asian faculty and staff here. An old friend of mine wants to retire here, and the History Teacher position should have been reserved for him, but I got rid of him..."

"So, in order to commemorate this deceased friend, how about using the pseudonym he left behind?"

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the most difficult problem had been solved so easily, and readily agreed.

Siegfried opened the messy drawer, grinned, and tossed a stack of documents and a pair of Black-rimmed Glasses to Kevin.

As the Black-rimmed Glasses settled on his nose, Kevin noticed that his facial features were being shaped in accordance with Eastern aesthetics, even his striking white hair had turned black.

"Anti-Entropy Product, a little thing that distorts sensory perception. I swiped it from Welt; anyway, he doesn't need it after I kicked him out..."

Siegfried, smugly taking credit, didn't hesitate to betray his friends in order to treat his own family members well.

Kevin suddenly remembered that the History Teacher Siegfried mentioned who failed the exam must be Welt Yang, the former leader of Anti-Entropy.

But what should his surname be? He was very curious about what kind of Alt Account Welt would leave behind.

"Let's go, Professor Yang, let's go report to Principal Fu Hua first."

"Professor Yang...?"

Kevin flinched, his hand holding the document trembled involuntarily, and his expression turned strange.

"Is there something wrong? The surname Yang should be quite common in the East, and it's taken from Welt's full name. No one should suspect anything, right?"

Siegfried changed into slightly more formal clothes and was somewhat puzzled when he saw Kevin still in a daze.

"It's nothing, it's just that the surname, combined with the dean of students' nameplate, gives off a very intimidating feeling..."

Kevin's thoughts raced, crimson lightning crackling between his fingers, and a strange smile crept onto his lips. He really wanted to ask someone a question.

"Excuse me, do you want electrotherapy?"

Siegfried, clearly unable to decipher Kevin's rambling thoughts, tossed a bag of dried plums and a packet of pecans to his old friend.

"Of course! This power was granted for ease of management. At the Far East Branch School, you're the nemesis of those unruly kids!"

"They're more afraid of you than a cat is of a mouse!"

Immediately afterwards, the handsome guy with the ponytail, pulling Kevin, who had changed his appearance and was now wearing glasses, sneaked out and headed straight for the Principal's Office.

The room was filled with the charm of Ink Wash Painting, Fu Hua wielding her brush, her strokes flowing like dragons and snakes. After two figures knocked on the door and were allowed to enter, the shadow on the left that came to the table had a strange, magical power that made her look up.

"Long time no see, Hua..."

Kevin made sure no one was around, took off his glasses, revealing his true face, his eyes warm and gentle.

"Pfft! "Fu Hua was slightly taken aback. His brushstrokes suddenly changed, and the meaning of harmony was completely lost. A masterpiece that showed his clear understanding of the Dao was instantly reduced to a pile of filth.