After Joining MiHoYo, I, the Savior, Caught Elysia's Eye

"All right, all right. Why are you like Himeko too, Mei? You can't even tell games from reality."

"Idiot Kiana, do you have any right to say that about someone else?" Bronya mocked mercilessly.

"Who was it that cried so hard after watching The Last Lesson that she couldn't sleep at night?" Zhen added another stab.

"Even now, you still keep calling her Himeko."

Seeing that her little sister was still so lively, Durandal, who had been worrying about Kiana the whole time, could not help laughing as well.

"Come on~~ That was just a slip of the tongue! I kept calling her 'Teacher' during the dubbing, so how could I change it that easily?"

After casually explaining herself, Kiana walked over to Ye Ming again. She held out her fist and smiled confidently.

"I'll work hard on the story from here on out too. At the very least, I won't cry while dubbing."

"Don't be so sure."

Ye Ming held out his hand as well, bumping fists with Kiana.

"Ye Ming, when will the funeral be held? The players want the whole thing livestreamed."

The next day, Zhen, who was responsible for gathering player feedback, looked at the flood of messages with a headache.

"They really are impatient. The event isn't even over yet, and they're already in a rush to see the funeral."

"The amount has already gone over the target, so they probably don't want to wait anymore."

Durandal compiled and printed out the players' feedback, then placed it on Ye Ming's desk.

"Let's see what everyone wants to watch..."

The moment Ye Ming picked up the report to read it, the pages upon pages of insults made him roll his eyes.

"Wait, isn't something wrong with these people?"

With an innocent look on his face, Ye Ming said, "'So many trash events, broken game balance, characters designed to scam players into spending, the planners deserve to die.'"

"I'm not taking the blame for any of that. I've never done any of those things."

At that point, Ye Ming could not help wondering...

Were there really planners in this world who were that inhumane?

Did they really have to oppose the players to make money?

Wouldn't it be better to let everyone have fun and spend comfortably?

The latter half of this chapter is mostly jokes and has nothing to do with the main storyline's setting.

Speak Up, Thank Ye Bao (The Funeral Begins)

"Maybe the players just got it wrong? Can't you just ignore those comments?"

As she spoke, Rita brought Ye Ming a plate of tea snacks.

"Hmm..."

Ye Ming had originally intended to ignore everyone's opinions, but after closing his eyes and thinking it over several times, he came up with a new idea.

"No, their demands should be answered."

"Why? The things they're insulting have nothing to do with you, do they?" Rita asked curiously.

"I can feel overwhelming anger in their messages. They must have suffered some kind of unfair treatment."

"The players are innocent. Since someone treated them like that, I want to give them a chance to vent their frustrations."

At that, Ye Ming emphasized again, "But! I'm not taking the blame for things that aren't my fault! I'll only serve the players who say my story is full of emotional gut punches!"

"As for those inhumane planners, I'll use holographic CG technology to recreate them for the players with one hundred percent accuracy, then let everyone vent their anger."

Thus, Ye Ming's initial plan was to hold several funerals in succession.

One would fulfill his promise to everyone, while the others would use black technology to drag out those planners who had done every kind of evil and put them on trial before the players.

"Ye Ming, look at this. Everyone wants you to be buried dressed as Otto."

The girls in the studio all stopped what they were doing and began picking out player requests for Ye Ming.

"I get it, I get it. That Otto is just too hateful! Himeko... cough cough, Sister Himeko's death had something to do with him too!"

Kiana looked just as indignant.

"And I saw the official manga published by Yae Publishing House. Even Mother was harmed by that man."

Durandal said with a troubled expression, "Ye Ming, I'm very happy that you portrayed Mother so well, but can't there be a happy ending?"

"It's a fictional story. A little tragedy is fine."

Ye Ming smiled meaningfully.

"Anyway, your lives in reality are pretty good, aren't they?"

"That's true enough."

"But dressing up as Otto..."

Ye Ming ran to the props room and fetched a long golden wig. After putting it on, he tidied up his black hair beneath it until everything fit perfectly.

"What do you think?"

"Ah~~!"

"This really is..."

At the sight of Ye Ming with long golden hair, the girls' eyes practically shot out beams of light.

"So cute~!"

"Ponytails are great, but this kind of mature-wife hairstyle has its own charm too!"

"Oh my~ Oh my~~"

Usually dignified, Rita was now stroking her flushed cheeks, a criminal smile spreading across her face.

"If I were a few years younger... no, this is fine too."

Durandal had never seen Rita like this before and was so frightened that she did not dare say a word.

"This won't do."

Sitting in A-Tzu's arms, Nahida said, "Although it looks very pretty, it doesn't resemble Otto at all."

"Easy."

Ye Ming brought over the tools he had previously used to model Otto. He applied a layer of simulated skin to his face, fiddled with it for a while, and disguised himself with Otto's face.

"Now I look like him, right? As for the eye color, I can just wear colored contacts then."

"Uh..."

"It really does look quite similar..."

"This feels kind of uncomfortable..."

The girls, who had been practically drooling over Ye Ming moments ago, all wore expressions as though they had fishbones stuck in their throats upon seeing this "fake Otto," unconsciously taking half a step back.

"For some reason, seeing this person gives me a headache."

Fu Hua rubbed her forehead.

"Do the players have any other requests?"

"Let me see... Black men carrying a coffin, coffin lids repeatedly bouncing up and down, Just Because dancing..."

Kiana stopped understanding halfway through reading.

"What is 'Just Because'?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I can just buy one at the farmers' market."

He would also need to prepare a pair of black-and-white overalls.

"The rest are all highly aggressive suggestions. They're practically just insults thrown straight at you."

"Haha, that has nothing to do with me. Let those despised planners come out and take the blame."

After that, the group hired a vehicle and headed together to Wangshēng Funeral Parlor.

Bronya went separately. She said she wanted to ride her own motorcycle, but traffic police stopped her halfway there, delaying her for quite a while.

"Director Hu, can these requests be handled?"

"Of course! Wangshēng Funeral Parlor provides a complete one-stop service!"

As she spoke, Hu Tao clapped her hands, and four Black men in suits and sunglasses walked out.

"As for the coffin lid repeatedly bouncing up and down that you mentioned..."

Hu Tao shouted loudly, "Fúshě!"

"Coming!"

Very soon, a burly man with four arms and dark violet skin walked out.

"The world I reconstructed is really tolerant..."

Ye Ming looked at the four-armed strongman, then at everyone else's calm expressions, and could not help sighing.

It was not just beast-girl beauties—everyone could accept the appearance of Yakshas too.

"Oh, oh, oh! You! Aren't you that...!"

The moment he saw Ye Ming, Fúshě became as happy as a three-hundred-pound child. He ran over and swept Ye Ming into his arms with all four hands.

But the moment Fúshě lifted Ye Ming up high, he wore a completely baffled expression.

"Uh... who were you again?"

"Fúshě! You don't even know Ye Ming, yet you picked him up! Put him down already!"

"Oh, oh! My apologies, my apologies!"

After Fúshě apologized, Hu Tao stepped forward to explain:

"General Fúshě can toss coffins into the air, spin around three and a half times midair, and catch them steadily when he lands. Then he swings the coffins around like nunchucks."

"He can even juggle several coffins at once, like bottle-tossing acrobatics, sending coffins flying all over the sky."

Ye Ming imagined the scene and could not help laughing.

"You should save that move for those truly hated game devs. I'll sit this one out."

Once everything had been arranged, the funeral for the Honkai Impact 3rd developers began before an audience of over ten million.

The instant the Wangshēng Funeral Parlor appeared on-screen, the barrage in the lower-left corner exploded.

But it was hard to tell exactly what people were posting, because everyone was busy sending gifts.

The terrifying flood of gifts scared the livestream platform's administrators half to death, and they hurriedly pushed the stream onto the homepage.

Not only that, they split the funeral broadcast across the main stage, side stages, and the rooms of major streamers.

Holy shit! Isn't that Otto?!

It really is Otto! Then where are the devs?

Otto is the dev, the dev is Otto.

Hu Wan is the bandit boss, right? I suggest listing him as cultural heritage.