This Chat Group's Vibe Is a Bit Off

"Only a century?" Qianyi laughed. "It won't take that long. I swear here and now: ten years—no, five. Within five years, I will make you the King of a New Great Britain whose scale far surpasses the Fae Kingdom's. Otherwise, my child will become my fated nemesis, shatter my band, regime, and Community of Shared Destiny, and banish me from this world, never to return home for all eternity."

No, why are you even crazier than me?

For the first time, Morgan felt fear toward someone.

If Morgan's bloodline bore an inscribed yearning for Great Britain, then what was inscribed in Qianyi's bloodline was undoubtedly something deeper, more twisted, and more bizarre than Morgan herself.

It was a twisted thing that could effortlessly devour and crush even the blazing sun—and from which escape was utterly impossible.

"Morgan, I'll be the one to revive your Great Britain, and I'll take responsibility for your life as well!" Qianyi extended his right hand toward Morgan, like a savior descending from heaven.

But Morgan knew perfectly well that the person before her was no savior. He was a "witch" who would curse to death anyone who came near him, entangling them so completely that not even time, space, worlds, or death itself could stop that curse. Escape was absolutely forbidden.

But so what?

Morgan raised her cold hand and tightly grasped Qianyi's outstretched palm.

It was merely the curse of a counterfeit. How could the genuine article possibly fear a fake?

Without hesitation, she stepped into the distortion.

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I am thou, thou art I.

Thou hast acquired a new contract here.

The contract is that which shatters the cage and seeks wings of rebellion.

I, born from the Empress Mask and bathed in the winds of blessing, shall lend thee further strength to soar toward freedom.

III Empress Morgan

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Having settled Morgan, Qianyi set his sights on the next target: the bawling Bavhanxi. As a member of the Great Britain band, how could he turn a blind eye while his bandmates were on the verge of collapse?

Bavhanxi was much easier to handle than Morgan. Qianyi only needed to drag Morgan over and shower her with praise, then ask Morgan to change into some cute clothes and play with her for a while. The matter was easily resolved.

The only issue was convincing Morgan to wear those embarrassing outfits. Fortunately, persuading people was Qianyi's specialty. He directly asked Morgan for her measurements, height, and weight, then placed orders on his phone right in front of her, telling her that these were the fashionable styles in this world. He also bought daily necessities and bedding for each of the faeries while he was at it.

The afternoon sunlight spilled across the empty basketball court. Embracing the spirit of "we've already skipped the morning classes anyway, so we might as well skip the afternoon ones too," Qianyi chose to play football that afternoon.

Morgan and Bavhanxi did not come, so Qianyi, Artoria, Melusine, and Bagster split into teams of two and began playing against each other. But halfway through, Qianyi wanted to quit.

"Ohhh, Sir Qianyi, what gallant movements! That overflowing power you simply cannot conceal, and those techniques honed through countless trials... ah, I'm practically drooling..." Bagster, standing one meter ninety tall and weighing one hundred twenty kilograms, marked Qianyi the entire time while making remarks that bordered on harassment. Qianyi nearly had his fighting spirit kicked to pieces.

I'm going to get run over by a tank.

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On the other side, Melusine flew around with the ball like a fighter jet, leaving Artoria utterly helpless.

Fortunately, halfway through the match, the two Fae Knights started fighting each other over who was the strongest knight in the Fae Kingdom. Naturally, Qianyi picked a solid spot and began resting.

Qianyi chilled the blond fairy squatting on the ground and counting ants with a bottle of iced cola, startling an adorable cry out of her. "Wah! So cold! Qianyi, you're so mean!"

"How does it feel?" Qianyi asked.

"I'm very happy. Being able to eat with everyone, play together, go shopping together like this... And you're happy too, Qianyi, so I'm happy as well." Artoria took the cola from him and remained squatting on the ground, one hand resting on her knee as she watched the two Fae Knights fiercely competing ahead.

"Do I look happy?"

"I feel like you do look very happy, but when I look closely, it also seems like something is troubling you. Did something bother you? I can be your sounding board, Qianyi."

"Mm, I don't know whose home to raid. Or rather, I'm a little lost on which world, which place, and who I should kick to death in order to build a new Great Britain for you all to live in."

"Eh..."

Don't be troubled and confused over something like that!

Artoria had initially thought Qianyi was troubled because he had failed to save Fae Kingdom Britain. She had planned to let him confide in her, and she was quite willing to temporarily play the role of an older sister to soothe his troubled heart.

But you're telling me you're lost because you don't know which emperor's home to raid?

"Why are you so shocked? Isn't this perfectly normal?" Qianyi asked in confusion.

"No, no, no, this is completely abnormal!" Artoria was so frightened that she stood up.

"I was originally planning to take a look at the British Empire and see whether I could kick the Empress of England to death, leaving the position open for Morgan."

"Could you not calmly talk about such an evil plan? Are you Satan?"

"But in the future, I'm going to become Prime Minister of Japan, then conquer the entire world and become President of Earth before launching the Great Expedition to conquer the galaxy and the universe. If Morgan becomes the Empress of the British Empire, then a battle between the two of us will be inevitable in the future. But if we fight, it might lead to the band breaking up, and that does not align with the purpose of my Great Expedition."

"So you're actually such a dangerous person?!"

Artoria felt that this kind of trouble was beyond what she could handle. If she were a Grand Servant protecting Earth, she might immediately trick Qianyi into coming to her world, summon the other Grand Heroes, and combine the power of every Grand to seal him away. If she were one of the Apostles of the Alien God, she might immediately bow down and acknowledge him as her great father.

Unfortunately, she was neither of those things. She was merely a weak, pitiful, helpless little fairy who had even lost her home. All she could do was wait for the day Qianyi shouted, "This place is worth raiding!" then rush in with everyone else and swipe a few good things.

"Well, I'll take a ship with Morgan to England later and have a look. There's still plenty of time. We can take it slowly."

Qianyi planned to take a ship to England during winter break to inspect the place. Having settled on that plan, he opened the Dimensional Chat Group, intending to scroll through the chat and see what everyone was doing.

As expected, the people in the group were as lively as ever.

Every day, Hiiragi Tina put Magical Girls through all sorts of torture, then posted their defeat CGs in the group. As a result, she was muted by the administrator, Toyokawa Shoko.

Seele was still being tortured half to death by that pile of science textbooks. She probably wasn't far from actually dying.

When people were pushed to the limit, they could do anything—except physics and math.

Kiana, meanwhile, was complaining about Theresa's unreliability and how Durandal tried every day to find a way to duel her.

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: I'm seriously convinced—why is my sister's head so hard? At first, I could still suppress her with my various Herrscher powers and tough body, but after fighting her so many times, she started acting like she had cheats on. Her stats just kept shooting up.

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: If this keeps up, I might end up getting strung up and whipped again after a while. But it's fine. As long as I don't fight her, I can always stay just a little stronger than her. Hahahaha!

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: Aaaaah! Why?! Why?! Why do things like physics and math exist in this world?!

Talulah: Sigh, Reunion is short on funds again. When can we start looting people's homes again? Aurora's money is almost gone.

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: How did you burn through it so quickly?

Talulah: We recently took in another batch of Infected, and the Ursus government has started making moves against us Infected. Though that makes sense. With so many Infected gathered together, it's only natural that we'd be targeted. I think it's time to relocate our base.

Steel Prison Big: Why are you relocating already? Where's your Third Army Group? Bring them out and beat those guys up.

Talulah: Uh... the army group's people don't want to fight alongside the Infected. And military expenses are huge. On top of that, the other nobles and the authorities have been meddling behind the scenes. Anyway, it's complicated.

Steel Prison Big: The Emperor centralized them under his control?

Talulah fell silent. Only after a long while did she type a single sentence.

Talulah: I haven't been in very good form lately.

Steel Prison Big: Lmao.

Qianyi didn't even need to think to know what Talulah had done. She wanted to protect the Infected's rights and give them a voice, so she had shifted her focus more toward the Infected. That, in turn, made the Third Army Group unhappy.

Why should you Infected get food and supplies on the same level as us regular troops—maybe even better than us?

In that kind of atmosphere, as long as the other nobles and the royal family weren't idiots, they would know to pour benefits into the army. As one side rose, the other fell. Compared with pledging loyalty to some Infected leader from who knew where, most soldiers were still more willing to pledge themselves to the nobles and royal family. So by the time Talulah realized what was happening, she could no longer command her subordinates.

The fact that the Third Army Group didn't tie you up and hand you over to the Emperor for money means your charisma is pretty impressive, Ata.

Talulah: Uh, I don't think it's entirely my fault, right? The benefits and salaries you set, Qianyi—they were way too good. Especially after Reunion expanded, the welfare and payroll costs became enormous. Even robbing nobles is just a drop in the bucket.

Steel Prison Big: ???

Steel Prison: "Don't tell me the people who joined Reunion later received the same treatment as the first batch who followed you."

Talulah fell silent. Qianyi, on the other hand, smiled in understanding, then slowly typed five words into the public chat.

Steel Prison Big: Dancing Haki Dragon.

You actually made me laugh this hard. Well done, Talulah. If King You of Zhou had even half your skill back then, he probably wouldn't have needed the beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords—Bao Si would've laughed herself.

Kid, forget about Reunion. Disband it. Go start a Stunt Union instead. Stream yourself pulling off all kinds of wild stunts across Terra every day. Maybe after a few years, people won't discriminate against the Infected anymore.

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: To be honest, I'm almost out of supplies here too.

Child of Prophecy: It's only been a month since we looted Aurora's home.

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: A month is already a long time.

Talulah: I've been scouting out new nobles lately, but it seems that merely targeting great nobles can no longer satisfy our appetite. Since we can deal with Heavenly Mandate and the Fae Kingdom, does that mean we're already capable of looting the Emperor's home?

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: Finally! Is it finally happening?! Kill Cocolia!

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: Didn't we already kill Cocolia before?

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: I mean the Cocolia from my world—the Great Guardian Cocolia.

Steel Prison Big: Killing the same character twice feels like we're out of ideas. And as for Belobog, my review is that even dogs would shake their heads after seeing that place. Ursus is better.

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: Then shall we go after the Emperor of Ursus?

Talulah: Yep. I've hated that old Emperor for ages. Qianyi, get over here. This time, we're doing something big. It's time to burn Ursus to ash!

Steel Prison Big: Not doing it.

Talulah: Why?!

If you don't come, who's going to fill in the gaps in our operational plan?!

Talulah knew herself well enough. Up to now, so many of their plans had succeeded not only because the Dimensional Chat Group possessed overwhelming strength, but more importantly because of Qianyi's mind.

Every time, he helped them pinpoint the other side's key figures and eliminate them one by one. Once those people were dead, everyone left was just a disorganized rabble with nothing to fear.

But if they failed to kill the key figures, the problem would become enormous.

Child of Prophecy: He's going to England to investigate whether it's suitable for building a new Great Britain.

Talulah: England? Victoria?

Child of Prophecy: Yes. Qianyi promised Morgan that he would build a new Great Britain for her.

Talulah: Then why not attack Victoria instead? I have Red Dragon blood. After taking it down, I can inherit the throne. But I don't need the throne or anything like that—I can give it to you and Morgan, Qianyi. All I need is the ability to fight for the Infected's rights.

Steel Prison Big: Tell the truth.

Talulah: I'm bad at this.

After Qianyi's scolding just now, she had realized that she might not be management material. She was only suited to being a fighter.

And a fighter only needed to know how to fight nobles and fight Emperors!

As for administration, they could simply leave it to someone more capable. Morgan had ruled Great Britain for two thousand years, and things under her rule looked pretty good. Besides, she was a fairy from another world; Infected and ordinary people were no different in her eyes. Once she took power, she would definitely be better than that bunch of nobles and the Aslan royal family.

Steel Prison Big: So here's the problem: only those of Drac blood or the Aslan line can inherit the throne. How can Morgan become queen without either?

Talulah: Uh... a political marriage?

Steel Prison Big: Ata, have you finally forgotten that you're a woman?

Child of Prophecy: Two women can't enter a political marriage, can they?

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: Hey! I've got an idea! First, Talulah marries Qianyi and passes the King of Victoria position to him. Then Qianyi marries Morgan and passes the position to her. Wouldn't that give Morgan the throne of the King of Victoria?

Customer Service Xiangzi is at your service: Kiana, you're a genius!

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: We get money and supplies, Morgan gets the throne of the King of Victoria, and Victoria gets a wise leader. It's a triple win!

Steel Prison Big: ?

Have you idiots finally gone crazy?

Kiana truly lived up to being an old European aristocrat. The moment she opened her mouth, she came out with classic aristocratic rhetoric.

First, marry into the royal bloodline. Then make the royal you married dissolve into water, and have your child with that royal inherit the throne. Those with morals would be satisfied with becoming a regent king, while those without morals would drown their own child as well, then naturally inherit the throne from father to son.

Still, this maneuver of marrying Talulah, seizing Talulah's throne, then marrying Morgan and having Morgan inherit the throne was simply too absurd.

Yet on the Terra Continent, it somehow seemed perfectly reasonable.

I want to eat Mei-flavored instant noodles: This was a world-shaking plan I came up with after digging through history books for ages. Pretty impressive, right?

Lower District Flying Head Barbarian: I can't tell whether the plan is good, but I can definitely see that it's world-shaking.

Steel Prison Big: Kid, I'm guessing you must have been reading European history books.