Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking by Little Fish

Synopsis:

The girlfriends from the game have all become real.

Lan Ze transmigrated to Tokyo. One day, he received a single-player game called "Moon World." After clearing it, he tossed the game into a drawer.

However, on a sunny afternoon, the Heroic Spirits from Moon World escaped from the game...

Lan Ze's world instantly descended into chaos.

The underground of Japan was occupied by Ereshkigal and transformed into the Underworld, with the Queen of the Land of Shadows living right next door. Artoria abandoned her post the day she was summoned by the Holy Grail and came to Tokyo to find someone, only to encounter Saintess Jeanne d'Arc, who looked exactly like her.

When the mages from the Mage's Association noticed the anomalies here and came knocking, they found the Princess of the Root busy preparing breakfast in Lan Ze's home... Zelretch sat at the dining table chatting and laughing with Lan Ze, while Mother of All lay on the sofa playing a handheld console.

The Beasts were no longer threats to Humanity's Order; everyone seemed to be getting along harmoniously.

It's just that...

"How on earth did it end up like this?"

Watching the girls amicably discussing how to divide Lan Ze's limbs among themselves, Lan Ze gave up on treatment.

Only then did he realize that what he had been playing was not a game.

Everything inside... was real.

"Time to wake up, okay?"

The morning light filtered through the screen window into the room, the sheer curtains swaying gently in the breeze, accompanied by a soft, adorable female voice in his ear.

Lan Ze covered his forehead, unable to open his eyes despite his best efforts.

He had been too engrossed in the game last night and didn't fall asleep until after six in the morning; being woken up now made his head spin.

Just trying to crawl out of bed was a massive challenge for Lan Ze.

"Hey~ hey~ can you hear me?"

Listening to the gentle voice by his ear, Lan Ze simply pulled the quilt over his head and played the ostrich.

"You should be able to hear me. If you keep ignoring me, Manaka is really going to get angry." The gentle female voice rang out airily once more as she reached out with slender, fair hands to pull away the quilt.

The morning sun hit his eyelids, a bit too dazzling. Lan Ze frowned in pain, squinting at the girl sitting at the head of the bed with her knees pulled to her chest.

She wore a grass-green dress, her short hair was soft, and her blue eyes were incredibly clear. Only the lower half of her calves were visible beneath her hem, her skin snow-white, wearing short white socks, her two feet boredly playing with each other.

"If you keep bothering me, I'm the one who's really going to get angry. Today is the weekend, right, Miss Manaka?" Lan Ze opened his eyes with a blank expression.

Sajyou Manaka tilted her head to look at him. "But didn't we agree yesterday that you would taste the breakfast I made today? Do you intend to go back on your word?"

When she finished, her expression suddenly dimmed a little.

"I knew you hated the breakfast I made."

"That's why I said, don't make that 'ah, I've been abandoned, there's no need for this world to exist anymore' face every time I refuse!" Lan Ze said weakly, feeling his headache worsen.

"Where are my clothes?" He propped himself up by the headboard.

"Here," Manaka picked up a set of clothes and handed them over. "Do you need help putting them on?"

"No, no, men and women should keep their distance." Lan Ze took the clothes from Manaka and changed, feeling the world spin as he stood on the floor.

Hiss... As expected, pulling two all-nighters in a row was too much.

"Are you very tired?" She walked over and held Lan Ze, asking softly.

"I think you could tell just by looking."

Lan Ze was bleary-eyed, fumbling with his buttons. It took him a long time to finally fasten them, then he rubbed his eyes and walked to the balcony to pull back the curtains.

Sunlight surged in like a tide, the warm morning glow enveloping Lan Ze, while the cicadas outside shrieked for their lives.

The slightly piercing sunlight helped Lan Ze wake up a little more.

"Oh, right, you haven't paid this month's rent yet, have you?" Manaka crept up behind Lan Ze like a cat, standing slightly on tiptoe and tilting her head to look at him.

"I remember. I'll go withdraw the money in a couple of days," Lan Ze said. "Haven't I been paying you on time for the past six months?"

A few years ago, Lan Ze came to this world as a transmigrator. Fortunately, in this world, he had parents who loved him, though they worked overseas year-round and didn't return home very often.

After struggling through high school, Lan Ze was admitted to Tokyo University after his senior year and moved to the nearby area.

While looking for a place to live, he happened to meet this girl at a dessert shop. According to her, she owned two apartment buildings, so she rented one of the units to Lan Ze.

Look at her—how old is she? She already owns two apartment buildings, and despite her young age, she has her own "flat airport" (flat chest); her future is truly limitless.

Then look at him—he can only scrape by every month on the living expenses his parents send and the money he earns from part-time jobs. That is the gap!

"I have a feeling you were just thinking about something very rude." Manaka frowned slightly, looking at him with a very displeased expression.

This kid's intuition is terrifyingly accurate... Lan Ze shook his head and smiled. "Not at all, it's just your imagination."

"Whatever, I was just reminding you," Manaka withdrew her gaze, a smile reappearing on her face. "If you have any difficulties, just tell me. It's fine if I extend your rent deadline, you know?"

"Yeah, thanks, but there are no problems for now. If I do have trouble, I'll let you know." Lan Ze looked at the bright smile on Manaka's face and sighed inwardly.

Sajyou Manaka... just what kind of wealthy family is this child from? She looks like she's only in middle school, yet she already owns two properties. She'll probably have enough to live on just from collecting rent in the future.

"What's wrong?" Sajyou Manaka asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Lan Ze gazed at her quietly and said softly, "Manaka, let's get married."

Sajyou Manaka blinked, taken aback: "Eh, eh?!"

"Actually, I've liked you for a long time."

"Re, really?"

"Yeah, let's get married. We can split the assets; I just want to be your kept man."

"..."

After a brief silence, Manaka sighed: "Is that what you're planning?"

"No, it's not just any girl. I only want to be a kept man for you."

"That's so touching, Manaka is moved."

"So—"

"How stupid. Come back and propose again once your motives have changed," the girl said, turning her back before Lan Ze could finish, glancing at him over her shoulder.

"I'll consider it then."

After a simple wash, Lan Ze felt much more awake. He looked up into the mirror; his black hair was slightly messy, his eyes were pitch-black, and his skin was a bit pale.

Hmm, looking pretty handsome!

Lan Ze turned on the faucet, splashed his face with cold water again, and turned to leave the bathroom. Manaka, who had been waiting by the door, immediately followed, smiling lightly: "By the way, there was a package for you this morning. Did you buy a new game again?"

"A new game?" Lan Ze paused, looking up in thought.

He didn't think he had bought any games recently, had he?

"Not one you bought?" Seeing the confusion on Lan Ze's face, Manaka rested her chin on her hand and pondered for a moment. "Could the delivery have been a mistake?"

"Maybe I bought it and forgot. I have so many pre-ordered games, I don't really remember them all."

Lan Ze shook his head and walked into the living room, scanning the area. The dining table was wiped clean and shiny, and there were no traces of egg or other strange ingredients on the floor.

"The living room is quite clean today. Not bad, looks like your breakfast was a success." Lan Ze felt quite gratified.

Manaka puffed out her cheeks, looking quite unconvinced: "Even I can make a delicious breakfast if I try hard enough every day."

"I know, I didn't say you couldn't." Lan Ze smiled. "By the way, where is the breakfast you made?"

"It's right in front of you," Manaka said, pointing to a plate under the table.

The plate contained food so charred it was impossible to tell what it was, though it appeared to be fried eggs and a sandwich.

Lan Ze froze for half a second, then turned his head and asked with a smile: "By the way, where is the breakfast?"

"It's right in front of you! Why don't you try accepting reality?"

"I mean, Miss Manaka, your cooking shouldn't be that bad, right? Why does breakfast always turn out like this every day?"

Lan Ze didn't know if she was doing it on purpose. Her lunches and dinners were always quite good, but this girl's breakfasts were always disastrous.

Disastrous to the point of being completely inedible. Hmm... if he had to describe it, it was as bad as the apple pie Uncle Tom next door used to make.

"I don't know, I can't figure it out either," Manaka shrugged. "But there's no helping it, is there? You haven't been able to get up to make breakfast these past few days, so I have to do it."

"If you find it so hard to swallow, why don't you try to get up earlier next time?"

"Why don't we just have something simple like toast and milk?"

"Breakfast has to be homemade!" Manaka insisted stubbornly.

"What kind of strange obsession is that?"

"It's called OCD," Manaka declared.

"A strange kind of OCD."

Lan Ze sighed, rubbing his forehead, and picked up a fork to feed himself a piece of the charred mass.

Manaka hurriedly reached out to press his hand down, her eyes wide with disbelief: "You're actually going to eat it?!"

"It would be too discouraging to throw it away," Lan Ze said, feeding himself a bite. After chewing for a moment, he continued, "It looks a bit burnt, but it's not too bad. It's just a bit bitter... but you know, I don't put sugar in my coffee."

Manaka tucked a strand of smooth hair behind her ear, her fair, slender fingers lightly touching her lips as she watched Lan Ze with a gentle gaze.

"What about the game disc? Didn't you say someone delivered a package earlier?" Feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, Lan Ze stiffly changed the subject.

"Here." Manaka produced the disc from behind her back as if by magic.

"...Sometimes I wonder if you can actually perform magic." Lan Ze muttered to himself, watching the scene.

Manaka stared into Lan Ze's eyes and said very, very seriously: "I really can do magic."

"Then you're amazing." Lan Ze reached out to grab the disc.

"Don't play too late today, okay?" Manaka reminded him.

"I know, I know, don't worry. I definitely won't stay up all night this time."

At most, he'd pull an all-nighter.

Watching Lan Ze slip into the room, Aika silently pulled a plate of perfectly toasted bread from under the table.

She had the setting of being clumsy and completely incapable of making breakfast, so Lan Ze was usually responsible for the morning meal.

How could a clumsy girl possibly make a perfect breakfast?

Aika raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

The slices of bread vanished without a sound.

"That's why I said, I really can do magic," she smiled faintly, a strand of golden hair sliding from her forehead onto her smooth cheek.

Inside the room.

Lan Ze inserted the game disc, then put on the virtual reality headset; immediately, a line of text appeared before his eyes.

[Welcome to the Absolute Demonic Front]

Lan Ze was a bit stunned.

In his past life, he did have some understanding of the Nasuverse, but only a little—he had watched the anime and followed the trend of playing the mobile game for a while, though he never really got into it; other than that, he didn't know much about the Nasuverse.

However, not knowing much didn't mean he was ignorant of the "Absolute Demonic Front." The world he currently lived in was one where those so-called magi existed... which meant the Nasuverse was a reality in the world Lan Ze currently inhabited.

If that was the case, who had created this game in front of him?

It couldn't possibly be a god, could it?

Lan Ze muttered to himself, filled with doubt. After creating his character and clicking the "Login" button that popped up, he felt his vision go pitch black, and before long, his sight began to clear.