This Chat Group's Vibe is a Bit Off

This Chat Group's Vibe is a Bit Off

Author: Black and White Horned Dragon

Introduction:

Good news: I've transmigrated into a peaceful, everyday world.

Bad news: There's a chat group, and the group members' vibes are a bit different from the normal world.

Kiana: Run, group members! I have a split personality!

Talulah: One hundred people challenge living in the snowy plains for a week on ten catties of flour. Oli ge! Let's do it, brothers!!

Toyokawa Shoko: The boss is late with my salary again. So annoying. It's been two months without pay. I think this damn boss wants a change of heart! Family, gather in Tokyo tonight! Prepare to steal hearts!!

Suddenly transmigrating into a happy, wonderful, everyday world and possessing a Dimensional Chat Group—two joys overlapping. I should have obtained a dream-like, happy life, but why, why did it turn out like this...

Why are your vibes different from the normal world!

Volume: Volume One

Chapter 1: I Think My Milk Might Have Expired

"Next stop, Tokyo Ginza."

The broadcast voice echoed faintly through the comfortable and tranquil carriage, announcing the approaching destination.

The spacious business-class seat allowed one to enjoy the complimentary rich coffee and fresh bread, but Qianyi had no interest in this lifestyle that only the petite bourgeoisie could enjoy in the past. He simply adjusted his headphones, listened to the soft music, and took advantage of the time to read "Cognitive Science."

As a seasoned transmigrator, he knew the importance of learning.

In his previous life, as a student in Shenzhou—the most competitive "monster room" of East Asia—he had been struck by a whim after watching a band-themed anime. He spent all his saved living expenses on a bass guitar course, and after years of self-study, he set off for Japan.

Because he was too obsessed with the bass, he failed six university courses, but he didn't care at all. He believed that gold would always shine. As a new-era bassist, he would surely create his own band, perform his proudest songs at the Budokan, and then blow up Tokyo Tower.

But that was just a fantasy of a street-performing bassist who couldn't make money, couldn't even afford Pin Hao Fan, and almost starved to death on the streets.

His trip to Japan was a complete failure. His living expenses were all gone, the band he formed kept having problems and was eventually disbanded. Even though he tried his best, he couldn't save it. In the end, he had to sell his bass at a low price, buy a plane ticket, and head back home.

Damn it, Japan is just too evil!

The journey home was not smooth. He didn't know what the Japanese airline was thinking, painting the plane he was supposed to take in the classic "Steel Prison Big" iced black tea color scheme, and even specifically sticking the classic No. 8 and No. 24 on it. He felt it was very ominous, but his savings weren't enough to support a ticket change, so he had to bite the bullet and board. While he was trembling with fear, he didn't know which moron on the plane played "See You Again." Finally, as expected, amidst a shout of "man," the plane crashed. When he opened his eyes, he had entered his second life.

In his second life, he understood that playing in a band had no future and that one must study to succeed. He worked hard in every way. Even when he had to leave Tokyo for a while due to family reasons and temporarily move to Inaba City, he didn't give up his studies. After becoming an esper, clearing away the persistent fog of Inaba City, and solving the serial murder case, he was finally able to return to Tokyo to study.

According to the development of a youth anime, what he should do next was study hard in high school, get into the University of Tokyo, enter politics, become the new Prime Minister, and then—promulgate the Band Dissolution Tax!

Anyone who disbanded a team without reporting it or getting the permission of all band members, simply out of individual selfishness, should be fined and charged an additional Band Dissolution Tax of at least 100,000 yen!

He longed for this shitty Japanese society to be reformed.

Buzz—!

The vibration of the software download completion arrived.

Qianyi took out his phone and saw an inexplicable software had appeared on it. He held it down, dragged it to the trash bin, and deleted it.

But a few minutes later, the phone vibrated again. It was the same software.

Huh?

Is junk software this rampant these days?

Delete it again!

After repeating this more than ten times, Qianyi, feeling his data being consumed rapidly, gave up. He wanted to see what this broken chat software was doing.

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: Let me tell you guys, that super beautiful girl named Raiden Mei I met before, she talked to me again! Ah! My heart has been stolen by her. Perhaps there will be no more sorrow or joy in this life.

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: That's just sexual harassment, isn't it?

Talulah: Agreed. Would a normal person change their group name to such a perverted name?

Child of Prophecy: Even if you like someone, doing something like this...

Aspiring Magical Girl: Is that girl named Mei a magical girl? If she's a magical girl, I might be able to understand. Hehe~.

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: Seriously, there's a newcomer. Although I know you guys don't have any senior-junior baggage, at least pay attention to your image!

So that's how it is. It's this kind of chat group.

Qianyi calmly changed his group name to Steel Prison Big, intending to observe for a while before pulling off something big.

Leaving the station, Qianyi walked familiarly to a courtyard on a quiet street in the Ginza district of Tokyo.

He pressed the switch, and the iron gate opened automatically. Entering the courtyard, the first thing that caught his eye was a meticulously pruned Japanese Karesansui garden. A path paved with delicate pebbles wound through the pond, which was dotted with a few blooming cherry blossom trees. Petals fell with the breeze, and a stone bridge in the center spanned the crystal-clear water.

Walking straight from the stone bridge, he faced a three-story building. The first floor was a dining room, living room, and bathhouse; the second floor had an auditorium, gym, and study; the third floor was the bedroom. Besides that, there was an attic for storing miscellaneous items, though it hadn't been used for a long time and definitely had an unclean and gloomy impression. The yard was very large, and behind the building, there was a field used for both baseball and soccer.

The house was too empty and he was the only one living there; from any angle, it severely lacked a sense of life.

"I kind of miss Inaba City."

"Oh, lucky, there's still milk in the fridge."

"Let me see, does it expire today? A one-year shelf life is really too short after all."

I should ask the group members if milk that expired today is still safe to drink.

At this moment, the group members happened to be active and chatting.

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: Sigh, supplies in the Lower District are running low again. I have to find a way to get some from the Upper City. Talulah, can you provide any support from your side?

Talulah: I'm afraid not. The winter in Ursus is exceptionally cold, and we don't even have enough cold-weather clothing. The Earth Essence that Seele provided earlier is almost exhausted, not to mention food and other supplies.

Child of Prophecy: Winter is approaching on my side too, but I've collected plenty of berries. If you need them, I can send some your way.

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: My boss is withholding my wages again. It's so annoying; I haven't been paid in two months.

A misery-loves-company contest?

Then it must be me!

Steel Prison Big: Can I ask, is milk that I bought a year ago, which has been sitting in the fridge and shows an expiration date of today, still safe to drink? I think my milk might be expired.

Talulah: ...

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: ...

Talulah: If the expiration date is today, it should still be drinkable.

So it's still drinkable. Then it's fine.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

The taste is a bit strange, and my stomach is starting to hurt. I might need to go to the bathroom.

I've been in the bathroom for half an hour.

Courage has increased slightly???.

Just then, a situation arose within this unknown chat group.

Talulah: Is anyone there? Please, help me! Alina, she... she's dying! @All Members.

Customer Service Little Xiang: Dying? What exactly is going on?

Talulah: I don't know, but whoever you are, please, help me! I'll do anything!

Anything?

Then drink some expired milk for me and go sit in the bathroom for half an hour!

Steel Prison Big: Hang in there, child. I'm coming to save you right now!

Chapter 2: Big, May There Be No More Plane Crashes in the World

Terra Continent, Ursus snowfields.

The endless expanse of pure white snow stung Talulah's eyes. She didn't know how much longer days like this would continue.

Come to think of it, why hasn't Alina returned yet?

She had only gone to the eastern village to trade for some food. On any other day, she should have been back by now. A Drac's intuition gave her a faint sense of foreboding. She called for FrostNova and Patriot to ask, but the result was that no one had seen Alina today.

"No, I have to go look for her!" Talulah didn't have time to think; she turned and ran toward the eastern village.

Her footsteps echoed across the empty snowfield, each step feeling like a strike against the fear in her heart. The frigid air bit into her cheeks, and her breath turned into clouds of white mist in the night, quickly dissipating into the silent environment. Her heart hammered, and those ominous premonitions loomed over her like shadows.

As she ran, her feet left deep imprints in the snow, crunching with every step. Yet, her anxiety only intensified, for she smelled a faint scent of rust mixed with sweat in the air—a scent with a primal power, inextricably linked to life and death.

Her agile, full-speed sprint came to an abrupt halt. As a powerful Drac, she had never wavered even when facing the Ursus Empire's most formidable Inner Guard, but now, she trembled all over, as if she had encountered a great terror.

On the snow, a figure covered in dark red blood lay curled in a ball. Filthy blood mixed with mud stained her, and her limbs were twisted in a way no ordinary person could manage. The ring Alina always wore on her hand was gone, yet her shattered hand still clutched a basket tightly.

Seeming to sense a familiar presence, Alina, her consciousness fading, moved her lips, emitting a sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"I'm... sorry. The dried fruit... for the children... I couldn't save it..."

"Alina! Who did this? Was it those villagers? I'll kill them!"

"Talulah... I... I can't go on."

"Alina! You cannot give up now. You have to hold on! I haven't even shown you the sight of Infected children living under the same blue sky as ordinary children! You cannot die, I won't allow it! As long as we get back to the camp, we can definitely heal you!!!"

"Talulah... don't push yourself. To see you one last time, I have no regrets. But I have one final request: I hope you won't resent those who hurt me. Do not harbor hatred for them, otherwise... you will be consumed by it..."

Tears streamed from the corners of Talulah's eyes. She desperately wanted to call out Alina's name, but she couldn't force a sound out. She wanted to speak, she wanted to respond to Alina, but she couldn't.

Why, why did it have to turn out like this?

"Alina!!!"

She couldn't think of any way to save Alina. In the nick of time, she thought of the Dimensional Chat Group and, without hesitation, begged for help.

She knew that most of the group members wouldn't have a way to help, but at a time like this, she couldn't care about that!

Immediately after, she saw the new member who had just joined the group reply below and send a request.

Steel Prison Big is requesting to join your world. Do you accept?

Yes/No

"Yes!"

The next moment, a heavy wooden door appeared a dozen meters away from her. A young man with silver-gray hair, a tall and slender build, dressed like a delinquent, and exuding a calm and cool aura, ran out holding a carton of milk in one hand and a blue tarot card in the other, heading straight toward her.

"Persona!"

Qianyi crushed the tarot card, attempting to summon his Persona to heal Alina, yet the Persona he expected failed to manifest, as if a thick wall of the heart stood in his way.

My self-perception should have been reinforced to the point where I could summon a Persona in reality.

Is it the difference in worldviews?

"If that's the case, Susanoo-no-Mikoto! Come forth!"

Qianyi pulled a silver handgun engraved with the letters S.E.E.S. from his pocket, aimed it at his own head, and pulled the trigger.

A mysterious entity draped in a shimmering silver trench coat and wearing an ornate silver mask slowly manifested behind him. Its arms, legs, and chest were covered in exquisite, radiant armor, and it gripped an Ōdachi with a ringed handguard, the blade glinting with a cold, sharp light. Its image was noble and divine, exuding endless majesty and solemnity, as if it had stepped out of an ancient legend, inspiring awe and reverence.

Its name was Izanagi!

"Savior's Heal!"

Susanoo-no-Mikoto, standing behind Qianyi, spun the Ōdachi in his hand like a propeller, drifting toward Alina like the wind and enveloping her entire body.

Talulah's eyes were filled with disbelief and shock. She stared intently at Alina in her arms, as if unable to believe what was happening before her. Under the influence of the light, the red liquid rapidly solidified, and the skin returned to its original color. She watched in astonishment as Alina's once-twisted limbs began to slowly return to normal, the muscles and bones realigning as if smoothed over by an invisible, gentle force.

Even more incredible was that Alina's breathing, which had been on the verge of fading away, gradually returned to normal. Her chest rose and fell with strength, and the breath of life was infused back into her body.

Talulah: "??!"