This Chat Group's Vibe is a Bit Off

"I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles": Talulah, shut up.

If I wanted to fuse, I would've done it long ago. Do I need you to tell me?

Taking this thing means becoming the Herrscher of Cattle and Horses. Who the hell would want that?

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: What's its ability?

Steel Prison Big: It constructs things that the user can "fully understand." Weren't we just talking about this?

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: Can you put it in simpler terms?

Seele felt embarrassed. Truth be told, when the group was explaining earlier, she hadn't listened at all—because she couldn't understand.

Plus, there were so many people, and it was face-to-face, so she was too shy to ask. Now that they were in the group chat, she didn't have to hold back.

Steel Prison Big: Take your Lower District for example. With this core, as long as you know how those automaton soldiers are built and have enough Honkai Energy, you can make as many as you want, no limit.

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: That strong?! So if I wanted, I could just crank out tens of thousands of automaton soldiers to help mine?

Steel Prison Big: In theory, yes.

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: Kiana, can I ask you a favor? I want that Herrscher of Reason core. Please, I'll do anything!

The moment those words dropped, the whole group went silent.

The Herrscher of Reason—the Herrscher with the highest growth potential. It grows as the user's knowledge and strength expand. But conversely, if the user's illiterate...

She'd probably get kicked to death by Rita like a stray dog by the roadside.

Big Xi Teacher, with your knowledge level, forget building automaton soldiers—could you even make a Little Scythe?

Child of Prophecy: Um, Seele, this thing seems to require a lot of knowledge.

Artoria tried to gently dissuade her.

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: For the Lower District, I'll study hard!

Seele's determination moved everyone in the group.

They were all impressed by her.

"I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles" sent a red envelope to Lower District Flying Head Barbarian.

Inside, Kiana put the Herrscher of Reason core and the most basic Schicksal AEsir blueprints. However...

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: Huh? Kiana, why'd you send me all this paper?

"I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles": Those are the Schicksal AEsir blueprints. Once you understand them, you can replicate them with the Herrscher of Reason core.

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: ...Is there something simpler and easier to understand?

Seele looked left, right, up, down—every letter, every line of symbols seemed to be working against her. She wanted to read them, but those symbols and shapes felt like they came from another world—alien and distant.

Oh wait, that's right, they are from another world.

"I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles": There is, sis. There is.

Chapter 65: Shoko Wants to Protect Wakaba Mutsuki from Gravity

Kiana and Seele were discussing how to use the Herrscher of Reason core to replicate the Schicksal AEsir. It was a hilariously absurd situation, yet it was happening in real life.

If you two combined your education, could you even scrape together a college degree?

Fat chance.

Given their academic levels, what they should be doing isn't discussing high-end topics like how to use the Herrscher of Reason core. They should be picking up instruments and forming a band right now.

But watching them go from "How to Build an AEsir from Scratch" to "Junior High Physics," "Junior High Math," and finally "Learn Math from Scratch"—

Qianyi let it go.

Welt probably never imagined in his life that his core would end up in the hands of these two illiterates, and that they'd be discussing it with such gusto.

Still, as a friend, Qianyi wasn't about to dampen their enthusiasm.

Out of kindness, he packed up a set of study materials he'd found in the Void Archive and sent it to them, hoping to help them break through elementary school level and reach junior high, or even high school.

Speaking of the Void Archive, for some reason, the consciousness inside refused to come out and talk to him. Whenever he needed to find something, just giving it a couple of keywords would make it pop out automatically, like the Earth Library (from Kamen Rider W).

Was he really that scary?

Back in his own world, Qianyi couldn't understand why the Void Archive would rather talk to Otto than to him. Was he being too nice to that thing?

He'd have to ask Ling to drag it out later, beat the hell out of it, and turn it into a grown-up version of Prometheus (Bronya)—then it'd behave!

Plotting how to deal with the Void Archive later, Qianyi turned back and called out to Shoko, who was cleaning the house: "Shoko, move it. We're going out for barbecue."

Shoko, who was mopping the floor, looked up and politely declined: "I can cook."

"Didn't buy any ingredients you like."

"I can go buy some now."

"Too much trouble. Eating out is faster." Qianyi had already gotten up and was putting on his shoes by the door. Truth be told, he just wanted to show off his new ride and get a feel for Riding C.

He walked unhurriedly to the flat path in the yard, tossed out the Void Archive from his hand. The golden cube turned into flowing liquid and began to morph. Seconds later, a motorcycle appeared—its body sleek and aerodynamic, like the sinews of a beast, smooth yet sharp, its engine akin to a small rocket thruster. It was as cool as a prop from a Showa-era tokusatsu show.

Then Qianyi put on a red scarf and helmet, swung a leg over the bike. Just standing there in that getup, people's minds would unconsciously conjure up the original subtitle: Shotaro Ishinomori.

"I didn't know you were a tokusatsu fan." Shoko understood now—Qianyi had no real interest in grilled meat; he just wanted to show off his new ride.

"Shoko, move!" Qianyi didn't explain further, tossing her the helmet.

Ride without a helmet, and your family's tears will melt it.

Shoko wanted to refuse, but it was too cool. Without a second thought, she put on the helmet and climbed onto the bike. The motorcycle shot off instantly, its six exhaust pipes roaring so loud her ears rang.

She only felt a howling gale slamming into her. In the blink of an eye, they were already waiting at a red light. She even thought that if not for the traffic light, they'd probably have reached their destination by now.

Is this light too slow? Why not just run it?

A strange urge to blow through the red light surged within Shoko, a rebellious, defiant feeling rising in her chest. Then, she noticed someone staring at her from the side.

She turned to look. A girl with light green hair, wearing a Moon Forest uniform, her skin pale as a porcelain doll, was gazing at her.

"Mutsuki?" Shoko froze, recognizing her childhood friend, Wakaba Mutsuki.

"Shoko?" Wakaba Mutsuki asked uncertainly.

"It's me, it's me." Shoko took off her helmet, and for a moment, Mutsuki stared blankly. In her memory, Toyokawa Shoko was always a proper, dignified young lady in everything she did—but now she looked... looked...

So rock!

"An acquaintance?" Qianyi also noticed the expressionless, doll-like girl with no emotion on her face.

What a delicious-looking kid.

A kid this cute should be taken to play cards or become a Magical Girl.

"Hello, Mutsuki. I'm Qianyi. Nice to meet you." Qianyi extended his hand.

"Mm." Wakaba Mutsuki nodded, her golden eyes shifting between Qianyi and Shoko several times before she dropped a bombshell: "Shoko's boyfriend?"

"A level above that." Qianyi pointed one finger at the sky.

Toyokawa Shoko's eyes instantly filled with unprecedented terror. She reached out to cover Qianyi's mouth, but it was too late.

"We are a Community of Shared Destiny that transcends gender, race, and the very concept of humanity—no time or space can separate us, not even death."

Shoko's mouth hung open, her mind churning like a stormy sea.

Don't arbitrarily upgrade our relationship!!!

Who wants to be inseparable from you even in death?! Are you seriously planning to plant me in your vegetable garden after I die?! Or are you going to stuff me into a Steam Knight and make me a Dreadnought Titan to live with you until 40K?!

Damn it! I'll fight you, you god!

"A lifetime?" Mutsuki tilted her head, a glint of envy in her eyes.

"Mutsuki, you're interesting. I like you." Qianyi nodded, thinking this kid was really perceptive, and extended an invitation: "We're going for grilled meat. Want to come?"

"No, no, no!" Shoko jumped in to stop him. "Mutsuki's family is very strict. If she's out this late, her parents will scold her."

Mutsuki, run!

This is a bottomless abyss of despair!

Qianyi glanced at his watch and saw it was still early. "It's only 18:00 now. We'll be done by 20:00 at the latest."

Wakaba Mutsuki just stood there, neither accepting nor refusing.

"Tsukushi's family is very strict. Her daily diet is controlled and measured—desserts and drinks are usually forbidden to keep her figure. Grilled meat is absolutely out of the question." Shoko desperately tried to dissuade Qianyi from taking Mutsuki, while also signaling with a gesture only Mutsuki could see to run.

Shoko, are you telling me to come along?

Wakaba Mutsuki watched Shoko's hand waving repeatedly toward her, as if signaling her to get on the bike, and felt a stir in her heart.

Qianyi, annoyed that Shoko kept interfering for no reason, complained, "Shoko, you're so annoying. I'm asking Tsukushi for her opinion."

"I say two words and you're already calling me annoying." Shoko stood in front of Wakaba Mutsuki.

Qianyi couldn't be bothered with Toyokawa Shoko. In his eyes, she was already a boring old hag—stubborn, rigid, and dull.

It was obvious Mutsuki wanted to come, yet Shoko insisted on blocking her.

"Are you guys going or not?! If not, get out of the way—don't block the road!"

The impatient Honda driver behind them laid on the horn, cursing loudly at the three indecisive young people ahead.

Only then did the trio realize the light had turned green.

With no time to explain, Qianyi grabbed Wakaba Mutsuki and pulled her onto the bike:

"Let's go. Get on. Tonight, I'm treating you to Purple Pomelo and Immortal Peach."

Chapter 66: The Plan to Destroy Great Britain Was Made by Ijichi Nijika

The restaurant Qianyi chose was a wagyu beef barbecue buffet, strongly recommended by Yamada Ryo. It was a bit pricey—about 10,000 yen per person—but the taste, dishes, and service were excellent.

That much was clear from Ryo's attitude.

Yamada Ryo: You're going to that barbecue place? Can you take me? Please, tomorrow I'll let you ride me to school. If that's not enough, I'll let you ride me home too.

Qianyi blocked her.

How did someone so shameless become my friend? I'll pretend I don't know her from now on.

Closing LINE, Qianyi started ordering: "One Matcha Parfait, one Grilled Durian, five Foie Gras Sushi... please swap the fruit on the Matcha Parfait for Cherries, use Mozzarella for the Grilled Durian's cheese, and hold the sushi on the Foie Gras Sushi. Thanks."

The waiter's expression darkened.

Qianyi ignored the waiter's look. After ordering what he liked, he handed the menu to the two girls in front of him. "Shoko, Tsukushi, take a look and see what you want to eat."

"Uh... do you always order like this when you eat out?" Shoko could tell the waiter wasn't too happy.

"The customer is king. I paid, and the restaurant didn't say I couldn't order this way, so naturally I'll order however I like." Qianyi thought this was perfectly normal. "A Hachiman's reaction speed is seven times that of a human. If something's wrong, they'll speak up themselves."

"..." Shoko opened her mouth, then chose to close it again. She turned to her childhood friend. "Tsukushi, for the two of us, I think it's better to eat something healthy, like wagyu yakiniku and fruit."

"I'll have the same as him." Wakaba Mutsuki glanced at Qianyi.

The waiter's expression grew even more constipated.

You two are probably the ultimate God-kin who order spicy hot pot with no spice, no heat, and no broth.

Toyokawa Shoko fell silent. She had thought Wakaba Mutsuki would side with her.

But when Qianyi pointed to the price of the meal displayed on the table card, Shoko immediately straightened her back—a motion that made her chest curve even more pronounced.

"Same as the two of them, thank you."

Shoko felt that occasionally trying to break out of one's shell was a good thing.

The waiter's expression was now dark enough to kill, but since it was the customer's request, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and call out the order.

To be fair, Qianyi's method of ordering really did elevate the dining experience by a notch.

Both Shoko and Mutsuki enjoyed the meal immensely.