Starting with Firefly, Speedrunning the World

"Now this is what you call a runway show!"

Sitting beside Kurama Neon, Firefly watched the models walk the runway.

Sure enough, she still preferred Tokyo's runway shows.

What the hell were those runway shows in Europe, America, and that academy? What kind of taste was that?

It was her first time watching a runway show from this close, so she felt a little uncomfortable. Herta sat beside her with an expressionless face, completely unaffected. She had no interest in this sort of thing.

Meanwhile, Kurama Neon chatted with the fans in her livestream from time to time.

The models were attractive, and their outfits were fashionable and beautiful, but for some reason, it still felt like something was missing.

Was it because they had seen an even more beautiful girl?

Compared to the beautiful Miss Firefly, the comparison inevitably made them feel let down.

Thus, the livestream viewers egged Kurama Neon on, asking her to point the camera at Firefly or hoping to see Firefly try walking the runway herself.

Seeing those suggestions, Kurama Neon grew interested and turned to Firefly.

"Firefly-chan, do you want to give it a try?"

If anyone else wanted to join midway through, the organizers naturally would not agree.

But if Kurama Neon were the one to ask, that might be different.

"No, I can't."

Firefly hurriedly shook her head. She did not know how.

Was she supposed to go up there and embarrass herself?

"That's such a shame. If it were Firefly-chan, I'm sure it'd be amazing! I've already spotted several outfits that would suit you perfectly."

Kurama Neon was a little disappointed by the rejection.

She really wanted to see it.

This fashion show was mostly focused not on revealing clothing, but on elegance and presence. The people who could take the stage were all famous models and celebrities; ordinary people did not even qualify.

No matter what Kurama Neon said, Firefly refused to go up.

After the runway show ended, the three of them left.

Before leaving, though, Kurama Neon really did drag Herta off to have several outfits custom-made.

"What luck. Even after the fashion show ended, no one came to bother us."

Kurama Neon looked around, found no bodyguards appearing, and sighed in relief.

She had thought the bodyguards would catch up with them halfway through.

"Yeah. It actually went that smoothly."

Firefly also found it a little strange. Logically speaking, after all this, it was impossible for the Kurama Family not to have discovered Neon's location.

"That works too. We still have some time left, so let's go check out the auto show. It's nearby."

After searching on her phone, Kurama Neon made the suggestion.

Naturally, Firefly had no objections.

However, before the two of them could reach the auto show, just after they had said they had not run into any bodyguards, a huge group of bodyguards appeared.

"Attention, everyone... We've found the young lady."

"The young lady is up ahead."

The moment they spotted Kurama Neon, the bodyguard immediately used his walkie-talkie to notify the others nearby, beginning to surround her.

"Ah, they showed up after all."

Kurama Neon sighed as she watched the bodyguards appear.

It looked like they would not be seeing the auto show.

"The great escape begins. That's all for today's stream, everyone."

"Firefly-chan, let's run!"

After saying goodbye to her livestream viewers, Kurama Neon ended the stream at lightning speed. Then she grabbed Herta's hand and told Firefly to run.

"Young lady, stop running!"

"Madam ordered us to bring you back no matter what."

Seeing Kurama Neon flee, the bodyguards hurried after her.

"Follow me!"

Firefly swept her gaze over the surroundings, quickly made a decision, and led Kurama Neon running in one direction.

They might have had numbers, but she had plenty of ways to shake them off.

Kurama Neon trusted Firefly completely as well, accelerating after her.

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"We shook them off."

After looking around, Firefly made sure the bodyguards were no longer following them.

"Phew, we finally lost them."

Kurama Neon plopped down onto a stone by the roadside. At last, she could finally catch her breath. Doing a livestream really wasn't easy.

But luckily, Firefly had been there. If it had just been her, she might not have been able to shake them off.

It was just a shame they hadn't made it to the auto show. From the way Firefly looked, she seemed more interested in seeing the auto show than the fashion show.

Thinking of that, Kurama Neon apologized to Firefly. "Sorry, we didn't get to go to the auto show."

"Huh? It's okay. There'll be other chances."

Though it was a little disappointing, Firefly didn't dwell on it too much. There would be another opportunity next time; this wasn't the only chance.

"I..."

Just as Kurama Neon was about to say something else, a figure suddenly ran over from nearby, her voice filled with excitement.

"Neon? You're Neon, right?!"

"Huh?"

Kurama Neon looked up and saw a somewhat familiar-looking woman. She was quite pretty and seemed to be one of her fans, her face full of excitement.

"Hello! I'm Kurama Neon."

Meeting one of her fans made Kurama Neon happy as well.

She quickly stood up and answered.

"Ahhh, it really is Neon! I was watching your livestream just now, and when those bodyguards showed up, I was so worried for you."

"Looks like you escaped successfully?!"

Having received Kurama Neon's confirmation, the woman became even more excited.

"That's right. I successfully escaped again this time."

Kurama Neon blinked cutely, brimming with confidence.

"That's amazing! Neon, I really love your livestreams and videos. I've never missed a single episode."

"Um, Neon, could I take a picture with you?"

The woman took out her phone and looked at Kurama Neon expectantly.

"Thank you for supporting me. Of course you can."

Without the slightest hesitation, Kurama Neon nodded and agreed, then cooperated with her to take the photo.

"Thank you. I'm so happy."

"To think I'd run into Neon here and even get a picture with you."

Holding her phone against her chest, the woman looked utterly satisfied.

Then she noticed Firefly and Herta beside Kurama Neon and greeted them with a bright smile as well.

"Hello, Firefly."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Sakurai Sara. You seem even cuter in person than you did in the livestream, Firefly."

The woman—Sakurai Sara—had completely failed to recognize that she had met Firefly before today. Or rather, she had forgotten Firefly existed, though they had only met once.

"Hello."

Firefly responded to her politely.

Clearly, this was the result of Desire Grand Prix Operations remaking the world.

Although no God of Desire had been born that time, the destruction of the final boss, Jyamato Fortress, had still led Operations to decide to roll back the world.

"Sakurai Sara... Sakurai..."

Hearing Sakurai Sara's name, Kurama Neon felt that it sounded oddly familiar, especially since Sakurai Sara's face also looked familiar.

Before Kurama Neon could ask, Sakurai Keiwa came running over from not far away.

"Big sis, don't walk so fast."

Sakurai Keiwa carried the household supplies he had bought, looking somewhat drained. But when he walked over and saw Kurama Neon, he immediately froze.

"Neon?!"

"Keiwa? Huh, she really is your sister!"