My Chat Group Is Too Strange

Standing before Otto, Mo Wang understood for the first time what it meant to feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

It was not that he was afraid Otto would find out he had written that book.

The main issue was that the protagonist himself had praised a book specifically written to slander him—and even wanted to urge the author to update it. This was just too absurd, wasn't it?

You probably could not find many things this absurd even if you searched through all of history.

"Heh, heh heh. I'm sure the author would be very happy if he knew."

Mo Wang could only laugh awkwardly from the side. His long-dead sense of shame had suddenly risen from the grave and hit him with a Noxian Guillotine.

"Hahaha, enough of that. I didn't come here for anything else this time. I mainly wanted to see what thoughts my Captain of the Hyperion had after his first mission."

"After all, not only did you complete the mission excellently, you also crushed Anti-Entropy's scheme. By all rights, I should come see you."

Otto smiled lightly, as though nothing had happened just now, and spoke to Mo Wang.

"Oh? I never expected that my position as Captain had been personally arranged by Lord Bishop. I'm truly flattered. There's no need for a reward, though. Being promoted like this is already an immense favor."

Mo Wang put on a look of great surprise as he spoke to Otto.

Otto had not even said he had come to reward him, yet Mo Wang had immediately started asking him for benefits.

"Oh, how could that do? If you completed the mission so outstandingly, you must be rewarded. Tell me, what do you want?" Otto did not mind Mo Wang's shamelessness at all and actually intended to give him something.

"Oh dear, that's embarrassing. Let me think... I don't have anything I absolutely need. But St. Freya seems to be a little short on equipment lately. Since that's the case, I won't ask for too much. Just Valkyrie armor or something—give me a few thousand sets. No need for anything too high-grade. B-rank will do."

"Heh, are you treating me like some rich landlord? You actually dare ask for several thousand sets of Valkyrie armor?" Otto was so irritated that he laughed.

After all, Valkyrie armor had only been developed for a few years. Even the most basic B-rank Valkyrie armor only numbered around a few thousand sets across all of Schicksal.

Yet Mo Wang had opened his mouth and practically tried to take every single set of Valkyrie armor in existence.

"Rita, see? What did I tell you? Back then, when I asked this salted fish to become a Captain, he refused no matter what. But now that he came to St. Freya and was forcibly assigned the post, he immediately started working wholeheartedly."

Otto smiled as he spoke to Rita beside him.

"Hehe, Lord Bishop, it's because one must fulfill one's duties when holding a position. Since I'm the Captain of the Hyperion, I have to secure some benefits for the people under me, right?" Mo Wang said with a sly grin.

"Forget about several thousand sets of armor. Anti-Entropy has begun large-scale operations, and the other branches are desperately short on equipment too. I can still give you a few dozen sets."

"Oh dear, how could I possibly accept that? How about this, Bishop? You look like you've been getting a little heated lately. Want some human yellow and human white to nourish yourself? Don't worry, it's homemade—absolutely authentic!"

"Pfft!" Fu Hua, who stood beside Theresa, could no longer hold back her laughter.

She was even shaking with it.

Now she understood just how venomous Mo Wang's mouth was. Not only that, his courage was enormous.

He had actually dared to suggest Otto eat those two things.

Over the past five hundred years, no one had dared speak to Otto like that.

Mo Wang truly stood alone in that regard.

"Oh? You even know some medicine? I don't seem to have heard much about those two things." Otto stared at Mo Wang suspiciously.

"Ah, it's just a little family knowledge, nothing worth mentioning. Bishop, are you sure you don't want some? It works very well. Everyone who's had it says it's good! One bite and they won't make a sound."

"I'll pass." Otto waved his hand. "Now that we've met, I should be leaving."

As he spoke, Otto stood up.

"Grandpa, you're leaving so early?" Theresa looked at Otto curiously. This was the first time Otto had left this early.

"Yes, my dear granddaughter. There's still a pile of work waiting at headquarters. I can't stay with you. We'll meet again next time."

Smiling, Otto left the room with Rita.

Yet after Otto left, Mo Wang could not help frowning.

Though he had chatted and laughed with Otto just now, Mo Wang had not felt relaxed in the slightest.

Otto was a genuine tyrant.

And whenever he did something, he always had a purpose.

This time, he had suddenly come to St. Freya, done nothing at all, and then abruptly left.

That only made Mo Wang more suspicious of what Otto had done here.

"Tch. I really don't like dealing with lunatics."

PS: Damn it, I just remembered I didn't write yesterday's Daily Failure Log. In that case... forget it. Hehe~ (￣▽￣)~*

The King of the Chicken Coop and the Strongest Fighter Genius in Human History

"Phew! He finally left."

After Otto departed, all the Valkyries of St. Freya breathed a sigh of relief. Even Theresa did the same.

Though it sounded a little harsh, there was probably not a single person in all of St. Freya who liked Otto.

Not even if Otto looked like a handsome blond guy.

"I have to hand it to you, Mo Wang. You could actually talk to Grandpa like that. You nearly scared me to death just now."

Theresa complained from the side.

Still, it was strange. There had been absolutely no respect for Otto in Mo Wang's words.

Yet Otto had not seemed displeased at all.

Everyone was thoroughly confused.

Otto today had been completely unlike the Otto they normally knew.

"Can I say I was nearly scared to death too? Seriously, who put that thing in the office?"

Mo Wang grew angry just thinking about it.

What decent person read that kind of book in the principal's office?

Mo Wang turned his head and saw Theresa involuntarily glance away to the side while whistling.

"So it really was you, Principal."

Mo Wang felt like he could not bear to look.

He had thought Otto reading smut about himself was absurd enough.

But as the granddaughter, you could read a book about your own grandfather and grandmother—if that even counted—plus a mistress? What kind of absurd taste was that?

"Can you blame me?! The students at school are all reading it! As the principal, what's wrong with me learning about my students' interests and hobbies?"

Besides, shouldn't this be blamed on a certain person who wrote the book?

"Forget it, forget it. I'm heading back first. Just talking to the Bishop feels like it shaved thirty years off my life!"

Mo Wang did not intend to discuss this with Theresa anymore.

He planned to stop writing for good when he got back!

He absolutely could not keep writing that book.

He had originally planned to write a second part.

He had even thought of the plot already: the love and hate between the Leader of Anti-Entropy and the Bishop of Schicksal.

But looking at things now, this identity of his was already finished.

If he kept writing, who knew what more trouble it would cause.

What if Old Yang came to urge him to update next? That would be fun.

After returning, Mo Wang prepared to tell the other group members about it.

But to his surprise, by the time he got back, the group was already bustling with activity.

The Slacker King of Hyperion: What's going on? Why did it suddenly get so lively?

The Garbage King of a Certain Train: Because new people joined! Our Mo Wang Family has finally gotten bigger.

The Slacker King of Hyperion: Huh? New people?

Mo Wang hurriedly scrolled through the group chat history and found that new members really had joined.

The King of the Chicken Coop has joined the Chat Group.

The Strongest Fighter Genius in Human History has joined the Chat Group.

The Slacker King of Hyperion: Damn, there really are new people? Chicken coop? Could it be that legendary Tongzi Academy?!

The Video Store Owner: The legendary chicken coop where you're the only male human in the entire city, and female students are everywhere?

The Garbage King of a Certain Train: MD, I'm jealous. How is there such a great place? Why wasn't I sent to that world?

The King of the Chicken Coop: Stop messing around, okay? I envy you guys too! You have no idea what this hellhole is like. XLY counts as a peaceful area here. Every day, either students on this side are launching missiles or students on that side are blowing things up. Gunfights are just routine little activities, not worth mentioning. The key is that the students are tougher than steel, while I'm the only ordinary person here. And I still have endless official work every day... You don't understand my pain at all!

The Blonde from Teyvat: Have you ever seen the sun at four in the morning in a chicken coop? .jpg

The Savior of Rationality: Assessment: immediately dispatch him to Schale. (laughing)

The Slacker King of Hyperion: Chicken coop, also known as Little Gotham. That's just how it is.

The King of the Chicken Coop: Get lost! ┴─┴︵╰(‵□′╰) This is the international server! I don't know anything about Schale, okay?!

The Video Store Owner: Alright, alright. Assessment: a workhorse corporate slave with no useful skills whatsoever. Next.

The King of the Chicken Coop: Wuwuwu, the big shots look down on me.

The Blonde from Teyvat: So where did the other brother transmigrate to? The Strongest Fighter Genius in Human History? Don't tell me you went to Kengan and became Koga?

The Strongest Fighter Genius in Human History: Huh? Me? This isn't Kengan.

The Video Store Owner: If not Kengan, then where? Don't tell me it's History's Strongest Disciple? Also, neither of those are games, right?

The Strongest Fighter Genius in Human History: Neither. My world seems to be Street Fighter 6.

The Blonde from Teyvat: w(?Д?)w Street Fighter 6?! So you're the real big shot!

The Video Store Owner: We're set, we're set. You really are the Strongest Fighter Genius in Human History. Nothing wrong with that, bro!

The King of the Chicken Coop: Nothing wrong with that +1

The Savior of Rationality: Nothing wrong with that +2

The Garbage King of a Certain Train: Nothing wrong with that +10086

The Slacker King of Hyperion: You mean I can learn the fighting techniques of at least twenty different schools within a year, use them proficiently, and beat up a whole bunch of top-tier fighters?

The Video Store Owner: The craziest part is that he can learn every move after seeing it once. Hadoken, ki, yoga, even things like psychic powers—he can learn them all. He activates the Feng Shui Engine with his bare body. You're the most ridiculous one here, bro.

The King of the Chicken Coop: Too strong, bro—no, big shot! Let me cling to your thigh first.

The Blonde from Teyvat: Come to think of it, Street Fighter's power scaling seems pretty intense, right?

The Video Store Owner: Without crossovers, it ranges from city-busting to country-busting. With crossovers, it can stack all the way up to the multiverse.

The Garbage King of a Certain Train: Big shot! Please let me cling to your thigh!

The Strongest Fighter Genius in Human History: Stop hyping me up, damn it. Even if the setting can reach the multiverse, what the hell does that have to do with me? I'm still fighting in the group stage.

The King of the Chicken Coop: Don't be afraid, bro. Forget everything else—teach us some fighting techniques first.

The Slacker King of Hyperion: Yeah, yeah. We're good at everything except fighting techniques. They're absolutely terrible. None of us knows martial arts. Once I have these, I can challenge Honored Immortal tomorrow.

The Strongest Fighter Genius in Human History: I think you'd probably just get beaten to death.

The Strongest Fighter Genius in Human History: Uploaded Kido Kenpo Karate, Free Fighting, Wing Chun and Hung Gar, Drunken Fist, Ancient Wrestling and Modern Wrestling...

The Video Store Owner: Thanks, big shot! May good people live peaceful lives, meow!

After receiving the fighting techniques from his counterpart in the Street Fighter World, Mo Wang's mind was instantly filled with dozens of completely different combat skills. Even his body gained several distinct types of power.

"Phew! This old man has mastered divine arts! I'll soon be invincible under heaven!"

Feeling his confidence explode, Mo Wang could not help shouting out loud.

"Are you sick, damn Mo Wang?! It's the middle of the night! Are we supposed to sleep or not?!"

But as soon as he finished shouting, the Valkyries in the dormitory building drowned him out with curses.

"Tch, forget it, forget it. Sleep! Tomorrow, I'm challenging Honored Immortal!"

Hearing a group of Valkyries in the building threatening to come after him, Mo Wang decisively admitted defeat and ran to bed.

Just thinking about tomorrow made Mo Wang feel delighted.

Honored Immortal Fu Hua, Inch Punch: Heaven Split