What Flavor Do You Want to Become?

Chapter 7: What Flavor Do You Want to Become?

More than ten minutes later, Mo Yi carried a basket of ingredients to the checkout and lined up to pay. Kiana followed closely behind him.

To everyone else, they probably looked like a couple out for their daily stroll to make single people jealous.

Why a couple rather than siblings?

After all, Mo Yi had the black hair and features of a typical Easterner, while Kiana had the hair color and appearance of a typical Westerner. No matter how one looked at them, they could not possibly be siblings—unless they were the kind of full siblings with different fathers and mothers.

During that time, Mo Yi had no idea how many looks and appraisals he had endured—things a single dog like him should never have had to bear.

All Mo Yi wanted to say was, You people are overthinking this. This is obviously my newly adopted pet. Can't you see that everything in my basket is food for her?

As he waited in line, Mo Yi idly let his thoughts wander before suddenly remembering something.

He seemed to have forgotten something very important: the essential medicine for staying up all night gaming—Happy Soda for Otaku. An all-nighter without happy water had no soul.

"Kiana, I remembered there's something else I need to buy."

Mo Yi handed the basket to Kiana and instructed her,

"You hold this and stay in line. I'll be right back."

With that, he jogged off.

"Mm—"

This should not have been a big deal, but Kiana's sharp instincts quickly detected the hidden danger.

If Mo Yi had not returned by the time it was their turn, would she, a poor person, have to pay the bill?

"Mo Yi, hurry up! I didn't bring any money!"

But by the time Kiana realized it and called out to him, he had already disappeared around a corner.

"Next customer—"

Listening to the young cashier's voice and watching the line grow shorter, Kiana became increasingly uneasy. She grumbled, "Could Mo Yi have deliberately said he needed to get something else so I'd pay?"

"If you dare pull that, this young lady won't let you off, you scheming boy."

Meanwhile, Mo Yi bought things at this supermarket every time, so he naturally knew where the happy water was. He strode over confidently, then turned the corner and immediately crashed into something.

"Ow—"

This incident taught Mo Yi that no matter how confident he was in his ruthless stride, he still had to watch where he was going at corners, or traffic accidents would happen.

A young girl's cry drew Mo Yi's attention away, leaving him no time to rub his sore chest.

Looking ahead, Mo Yi discovered a silver-haired twin-tailed girl in a slightly dark Princess dress—well, calling her a loli would work too—who seemed to have been knocked to the ground by Mo Yi's ruthless stride because neither of them had been paying attention.

But why did she look so familiar?

Perhaps because he had met Kiana today, Mo Yi had the illusion that everyone he saw looked vaguely familiar.

No, now that he thought about it, her familiar silver hair really did resemble Kiana's in several ways.

Mo Yi had played the Honkai series before, but that had been over ten years ago, and his memories had long since blurred. Besides, the game characters had been 2D images; once manifested in reality, their appearances were bound to differ somewhat.

Even with someone like Kiana, a Status Panel girl and the true Heroine, Mo Yi had only found her familiar. He had not dared confirm her identity until she gave him her name.

The girl before him also felt somewhat familiar. After thinking hard, the only person Mo Yi could recall fitting this image was Kiana's aunt, the principal of St. Freya Academy, Theresa Apoc—well, he could not remember the surname anymore. In short, Theresa.

But that was not right either.

In his previous life, what Mo Yi remembered most about Theresa, aside from her white hair and loli appearance, was her dangerous side ponytail. After all, a side ponytail was not a hairstyle just anyone could pull off; in certain dangerous worlds, it either meant decapitation or becoming a book.

Yet now, she clearly had twin tails.

With his suspicions raised, Mo Yi quickly noticed another inconsistency: her eyes were wine-red rather than the same azure blue as Kiana's.

Since Theresa was a clone of Kallen Kaslana and shared Kaslana blood with Kiana, her eyes should have been blue as well.

Finally, if she really were Theresa, she should have had her main body—Oath of Judah—on her back.

At first glance, Oath of Judah was a massive cross weighing 152 kilograms. In truth, it was Theresa's most trusted weapon. Besides smashing enemies as a heavy blunt weapon, it could restrain enemies, transform into various weapons, and even become a laser cannon—a multifunctional armament.

Moreover, according to Mo Yi's memories, Theresa, as a Schicksal Valkyrie, should never have appeared in a small supermarket in Changkong City.

"My chocolate—"

After the twin-tailed girl was knocked down, the first thing she thought about was not whether she had been hurt, but the chocolate she had accidentally pressed beneath herself.

She picked up the chocolate from the floor and only breathed a sigh of relief after finding it undamaged. Then she looked at Mo Yi and said unhappily, "After bumping into someone, why have you been staring at me the whole time?"

Mo Yi: "..."

Only then did Mo Yi snap out of his various speculations.

Right. Whether she was Theresa or not, what did that have to do with him?

This was not a game. If she really was Theresa and he got involved with her, he might end up catching the attention of Otto, the Grand Bishop of Schicksal—the biggest villain in the Honkai series and the man who had created Theresa.

If she merely looked like Theresa, there was even less reason to worry. She was adorable, but only a passerby, a stranger he might forget by tomorrow.

"Ahem—"

Mo Yi hurriedly apologized,

"Sorry, little sister. I didn't notice you were here when I turned the corner."

For some reason, the moment he called her "little sister," Mo Yi felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

"Hmph—"

After hearing Mo Yi apologize, the twin-tailed girl's displeasure eased. Indifferently, she said, "Since you apologized, I'll forgive you."

After saying that, she continued staring at the chocolate in her hand, her brows knit together as though she were troubled by something.

Seeing that she had forgiven him so easily, Mo Yi sighed in relief. If she had refused to let it go and made a scene, it would have been troublesome.

Especially since he was an adult arguing with a girl who was still a loli—no matter how one looked at it, it would be his fault.

Time to slip away.

"Hey—"