[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo":3,"chapter-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-355":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Chat Group: My Northern Dipper Fist Will Never Lose!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":12,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2349920,4593,"Chapter 355: The World Created by God Is Not Perfect","chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-355",355,"\u003Cp>North of the arsenal, west of the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The peculiar world where the souls of boys and girls reside, visible only after death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Anti-Angel Operations Headquarters】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A chaotic pile of absurdly oversized weapons—swords, spears, halberds, axes—that no normal human could ever wield lay scattered in the corners; a grim atmosphere filled the cramped space, but the most striking sight was the girl in the center delivering a speech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a sharp slap, she leapt onto the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a sailor uniform with a miniskirt, black thigh-high socks that squeezed her legs into a taut, elegant curve, and short, shoulder-length dark red hair adorned with a headband bearing a green bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though undeniably cute, the girl had zero ladylike grace; she raised one index finger and declared with fierce intensity:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Taiichi Oyama once said, if you lock a man and a cat in a cage, the man armed with a katana has a fair chance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue-haired boy, decently handsome but radiating the vibe of a 1970s hippie, muttered: “Did Taiichi Oyama ever say that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up! Subordinates don’t contradict their leader!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After silencing everyone with her razor-sharp gaze and domineering demeanor, Nakamura Yuriko continued: “To fight angels far beyond human strength, we, the humans who rebel against God, must take up arms… no, merely picking up weapons isn’t enough—we must unite as one!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having chosen to fight to the end in this afterlife world—driven by her unjust life, cruel fate, and hatred for the gods who toyed with humanity—Nakamura Yuriko founded a club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But like the SOS Brigade before them, their club still lacked a grand, intimidating name that would inspire awe and terror at mere mention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, everyone, start proposing names!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the newest member, a boy who couldn’t even remember his own name, perked up and strained his brain for ideas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we’re united… what if we call it ‘Isshin’? Sounds powerful, right?” said Matsushita Goro, a judo expert with a bear-like build and a calm demeanor, offering something terribly misguided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rejected! The afterlife is always a cruel winter! There will be no spring until we defeat God!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nakamura Yuriko rejected it without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kamisama-kai!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fujimaki, a boy with a classic Japanese wooden sword slung over his shoulder, eyes sharp as a starving wolf, shouted loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rejected! Sounds like some karate club! Do you think you’re Fujimaki Jūzō? Our enemy isn’t Danbo Bunshichi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about ‘Shinchōfu’?” suggested a bland, faceless boy named Yamayama, speaking timidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not just call it ‘Invincible Fleet’ instead, idiot? Maybe we’ll consider it if you can find your lost shipgirls.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With or without thorns.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning slightly against the armrest of the sofa, Iwazawa Asami, a red-haired lead singer and guitarist, raised her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Invalid! Don’t you all still go to high school?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sōya-kai,” muttered Shiina, the silent “ninja” with blue hair, red eyes, and a long black scarf, her aura making it impossible to tell if she was truly a ninja.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the name, Nakamura Yuriko shuddered involuntarily, crossing her arms in front of her chest in an X-shape and frantically denied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! No! No!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Byakugyoku-ro!” came the suggestion from someone listless, already thinking about dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s just saying we’re all dead already!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe… Far East Magic Nap Club!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ve already used that joke! If you keep this up, I’ll punch you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nakamura Yuriko’s anger spiked; flames like those of a demon from hell seemed to rise from her head as she swung her fist and threatened viciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was supposed to be a serious mission—rebellion against the gods—but these people gathered like comedians, acting like fools; she was clearly the only one taking this seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with this crew, she had no choice—she’d just have to make do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the malicious god had dumped these youths, snatched from the prime of life, into this place; though each was an idiot, sometimes only idiots would dare join her in this foolish fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nakamura Yuriko had grown hopeless of this world of idiots. The red-haired boy before her, just awakened, seemed no smarter than the rest—but she asked anyway, clinging to the last hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Dawn Blood Pact?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, still reeling from the absurdity of suddenly appearing in this strange world—and even more absurdly being stabbed twice in succession by two girls—the boy, Nezumi Ketsugen, finally offered a remarkably cool name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a total FF14 fangirl!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl screamed in frustration, “Don’t you have a single original idea?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, Nakamura Yuriko’s ability to catch every single reference made her terrifyingly formidable—no wonder she was the one and only leader of this front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s just go back to basics: Afterlife Resistance Front.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl sighed, rubbing her forehead, feeling utterly bleak about the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world created by God is not perfect… but she would never give up. As long as she fought the “angels” in this world, she would never be reincarnated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of them here had suffered tragic fates in life, clinging to this world out of regret, granted a second chance—if they gave up so easily, wouldn’t that waste it all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for Nezumi Ketsugen, who had been here less than a day, everyone wore identical uniforms bearing a badge with the letters “SSS”—representing “Shinda Sekai Sensen,” and the words “rebels against the god.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the SSS Club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our goal is to exterminate the angels and conquer this world,” Nakamura Yuriko declared firmly, uttering nonsense with absolute conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for this “Anti-Angel Operations Headquarters”…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—it was just the principal’s office they’d taken over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did it come to this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuriko arrived, and the one I’ve been waiting for has come too—two joyful events… so why…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl stood there, her beautiful silver hair flowing, eyes like amber gemstones, delicate features, a cute face, skin as pale and flawless as jade, and a petite, graceful frame—her expression cold and detached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl as pure as an angel descended to earth, gazing at the delinquent students who had seized the principal’s office, her face tinged with faint distress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, death did not exist; injuries healed rapidly, even if crushed into pulp by axe or blade, one revived; stomachaches vanished quickly… supposedly similar to the “Penglai people,” but this was likely due to the world’s inherent nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A world like a box garden, centered on a boarding school with over two thousand students—but the vast majority were merely NPCs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, those fixed-behavior characters in games, existing solely to enhance the player’s experience—non-player characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no independent thought; no matter what you did to them, they only responded according to programmed scripts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet all this had been designed to help these youths, who came here burdened by regret, better enjoy the youth they’d missed and mend their past sorrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since arriving, she had tirelessly aided them, guiding them to reincarnation without regret—though Jia Ji had once warned her that if she wasn’t careful, a group would one day rise to harass her and disrupt school order… yet somehow, it had happened anyway, unnoticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though time’s passage here was barely perceptible, decades had passed since the misunderstanding arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, she had become the school’s student council president, bearing the duty to maintain order—until one day, a crisis erupted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone had kidnapped the principal with a gun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that incident, she failed to guide Yuriko onto the right path—she had acted too hastily, desperate to save the principal, and unleashed a light cannon with her bare hands, reducing the kidnapper to gray ash—all witnessed by Nakamura Yuriko, who had just entered this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too shocked to give her a chance to explain, Yuriko instantly concluded she was an angel, a messenger of the God who created this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all—who else could summon a beam with bare hands?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people only had immortality; this student council president was clearly beyond human limits!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coincidentally, the students who knew her and understood her intentions had all already reincarnated; no one was left to explain for her, already quiet by nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The misunderstanding was born.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why she could fire light beams—it was thanks to someone who uploaded countless martial arts mod packs, causing her to absorb vast amounts of chaotic energy, combined with this world’s unique programming software—ANGELPLAYER—allowing her to edit her own code to gain superhuman physique and immensely powerful attack and defense skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including but not limited to: Hokutosonic (Rock Mountain Dual Slash), Hokutoharmonics (Northern Star Divine Thunder Bomb), Hokutolightcannon (Thick Pants Joke Teller)… and a full suite of Southern Star flight-and-teleportation abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No normal human could possibly stand against this strongest student council president, whose powers fused Northern and Southern Stars through programming—but Yuriko eventually found a loophole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hand-crafting weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—she forged weapons with her bare hands: Austrian Glock-17 semi-automatic pistols, Russian RPK-74 5.45mm light machine guns, Golden Desert Eagles, grenades, halberds, Soviet PPSh-41 submachine guns, Russian PP-19 Bizon submachine guns, German MG3 general-purpose machine guns, American AT-4 anti-tank rocket launchers, Austrian Glock 17s…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With these high-powered weapons, the \"Afterlife Doesn't Matter Front\" barely gained the ability to fight \"angels\"—though this was only possible because Kanae merely thought they were playing with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the time comes, they’ll understand…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver-haired girl blinked, tilting her head slightly, optimistically thinking—after all, their time was infinite; someday, everyone’s wishes would be fulfilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, it was dinnertime!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though neither NPCs nor the youths who died and came here aged or lost vitality, they still craved enjoyment, still had appetites—the need to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the fading sunset, the girl leapt lightly from the eaves to the ground, walking toward the cafeteria, alone—then softly hummed a tune:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From the clear-sky afterlife world, as recommended, just dial a few numbers—before you die, you must taste it: Mapo Tofu~ Ahhh, Mapo Tofu~~ Mapo Tofu~~~ Ma↑~ Po↓~ Dou↑↓~ Fu↑~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—it was the dish that brought happiness: Mapo Tofu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After collecting her meal ticket and exchanging it for her endlessly beloved delicacy, the naturally sweet girl sat down in a quiet corner and began her dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scooping up a spoonful of terrifyingly red Mapo Tofu and putting it in her mouth, her face showed little expression—but she ate with the adorable speed of a small animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you asked why she loved such an intensely spicy dish—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The burning heat of chili, the numbing depth of Sichuan pepper, combined with the silken tenderness of tofu—it’s a wave-like assault on the taste buds!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“While the tongue revels in the fiery tofu, it simultaneously enjoys the crisp crunch and the ensuing softness! It’s like a delicate melody playing on the tongue—everything suddenly clears!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three melodies, distinct yet harmonious, producing a rich, sweet, mellow tone that slowly fades like snow, dissolves into mist, and retreats deep into the throat! It’s a perfect symphony of tofu and meat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reasons like these could be found endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Kanae herself had none of these thoughts—she had simply tasted every dish in the cafeteria over her long years, and found Mapo Tofu the most delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red, spicy, tasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet after finishing a spice level lethal to ordinary people, the petite girl didn’t rise as usual to begin her president’s patrol—she remained seated, a faint hint of loneliness in her expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jia Ji said… leave it to us…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I'm already dead... I can't help with anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she herself had thought, she was in a special state; if she left this world, whether she could even exist was uncertain, let alone offer help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, if any other living beings arrived in this world, they might trigger unknown anomalies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, so far, no visitors from other worlds had come, and she had never experienced a single transmigration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Xiao Zou was entirely satisfied with her current life, she sometimes couldn't help wishing she could see with her own eyes the friends who had accompanied her for decades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet compared to her, someone else reacted even more strongly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She recalled how that person had once bitterly complained about this: \"Mabuchi Jun, are you happy now, you cold-hearted bastard? You set up the world's lore like this—I'll never forgive you, never!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is a world created by a cruel god, isn't it? Then I'll... become a god!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of that person's strange words, the girl felt a faint sense of defeat. As she bowed her head to clear the dishes and rose, she typed a message into the group chat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry everyone...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forever Seventeen: It's fine, it's fine—Jianzi has volunteered to take over as temporary shrine maiden (*^▽^*)\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2088,"2026-06-21T02:38:14.072Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","613197cbae5bb983ddf789a6019ac13586c7caef23090e54a134c15e0b63d1dd",null,"chat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-chapter-354","https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fchat-group-my-northern-dipper-fist-will-never-lo-cover.jpg"]