Chapter 73: Blue Quality, One Piece of Metal (Not Really)

“So you, a high school student, just don’t get it at all!”

“Aren’t you a high school student too!”

“Shut up, my aesthetic is at least ten times stronger than Aku’s! Try my ‘Big Dipper Joint Strike’!”

Under Jia Ji’s tyranny, Kuchiguchi, after having his temples drilled into for a minute, had no choice but to reclassify Nagato Yuki as Super S-rank.

“Who’s Nagato Yuki?”

Aku, caught off guard, asked curiously.

“And you—wait your turn!”

The moment he spoke, Jia Ji immediately clenched his fists and turned his gaze toward the bewildered Aku, ready to make this high school student—who would one day tell Yuki, “You look better without glasses”—experience his newly invented Big Dipper Secret Technique!

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In the days that followed, Jia Ji kept his habit of arriving late and leaving early; every noon he found a quiet spot to practice punching and cultivate, never neglecting his daily training.

Grab both hands, make both strong!

Unfortunately, while punching, he failed to win the heart of any secretly watching schoolgirl, unlike some righteous companion who leaps into the sky.

By the way, the time flow between the Big Dipper world and this world has reached an astonishing one-to-one ratio!

“That doesn’t make sense.”

When Jia Ji first learned this ratio, he scratched his head, feeling as if he might be growing a brain.

The complexity of the Lianggong world’s timeline far exceeds imagination—it features parallel worlds, closed spaces, time travel, and endless Augusts, endless Augusts, and endless Augusts.

What if, when resetting the timeline, the alternate-world Jia Ji gets overlooked?

Or what if, after the reset, the time ratio with the Big Dipper world remains one-to-one, and he ends up trapped for centuries before returning?

Wouldn’t that mean global nuclear annihilation is already over, and he just steps straight into a radiation wasteland?

Despite this, the Information Integration Thought Entity, based on Jia Ji’s intel, judged there was a 99.8% probability that, during Haruhi Suzumiya’s timeline reset, an independent temporal layer would be created to loop repeatedly, rendering its flow nearly static compared to other worlds.

But what about that remaining 0.2% chance?

So Jia Ji immediately struck a contract with the Information Integration Thought Entity behind Yuki: regardless of whether self-evolution emerges, they must give him the potion before August, after which he will return immediately, avoiding the timeline reset.

But can he truly escape?

Jia Ji might escape, but he probably won’t.

Additionally, after hearing Aku mock “Soreyuke! Uchuu Senkan Yamato,” the following conversation occurred:

“I didn’t think a mere Aku would watch such an old anime.”

“I prefer giant robots and sci-fi mysteries, but of course I know Ranma ½—it’s not even that old.”

“What about ‘Fist of the North Star’?”

“Never heard of it. Sounds like some long-dead obscure fighting manga.”

The boy’s instant flush spoke louder than a thousand words.

After calming down and thinking carefully, he realized something was off.

Could it be that, because of his presence, the Fist of the North Star manga had vanished from this world?

After all, Haruhi Suzumiya desired an alien from another world—not a manga character—so perhaps the universe was quietly correcting itself.

Wait!

If that’s true, couldn’t he just ask Haruhi-sama to instantly produce Season 2 of “No Game No Life”?

I will create a world where Season 2 of “No Game No Life” exists!

The mere possibility sent wild ideas crashing through Jia Ji’s mind, nearly dragging the entire universe into an abyss.

Luckily, he clenched his fist and kept his head in check.

“Whether you’re aliens, time travelers, or psychics, you should all thank me for not ratting you out.”

If Haruhi learned of her own power, anime sequels might not come out—but the universe would definitely be ruined. Putting himself in her shoes, Jia Ji imagined that if he activated customization mode, things might go like this…

“There seem to be too many aliens? The Great ■Hell is my secret to dominating half the universe!”

I’m just too kind not to do something like this… Just as the end-of-the-century idea king thought this, a brilliant notion struck him—use his favor to demand an equipment upgrade from the aliens.

Perhaps his persuasion check succeeded spectacularly, or perhaps the alien-world data carried by “Prometheus” proved useful to the Information Integration Thought Entity—so these alien “programming enthusiasts” gave him a minor upgrade.

After being utterly transformed by Cool Problem-Solving Power, his little pistol became a shotgun with infinite ammo and sniper-level power!

“Eat this!”

Nagato the Great God insults imperial tech—Nagato the Great God is invincible!

“And please, give me a fourth-dimensional pocket too!”

A way to openly carry that long, thick, black object in his pant pocket appeared—though limited to this world, Jia Ji’s pockets had now been upgraded to hold a giraffe.

His entire outfit received a full upgrade; even his school uniform now possessed the quality and rare effects of a silver-scaled breastplate—in short, if torn apart, it would automatically repair itself in about 23 minutes and 54 seconds.

Finally satisfied, Jia Ji let go of the Information Integration Thought Entity, which continued to feign death no matter how much he shouted.

Time passed quietly, soon arriving at May’s Golden Week.

During this period, every sports club at school invited Jia Ji to join—but he declined them all.

“Tennis? Are there any teams called Seigaku or Teikoku this year? …What? None? Then don’t ask me.”

“Soccer? Get sent to Blue Prison first—come back when you graduate!”

“Sumo? Look at these powerful thighs of mine—I’m practically a yokozuna! Don’t bother me with childish games.”

“Could I make it to Koshien? Not bad. But my favorite thing is when arrogant people say, ‘But I refuse!’”

Every club begged him to join, promising him a starting position—or even the club president’s seat—but this man seemed to be waiting for something, and turned them all down.

So what exactly was he waiting for?

Aku had asked him this question, and Jia Ji pointed to the sky, saying, “I’m waiting for heaven to show me my path.”

Then came the mutual mocking segment.

But…

Considering the timing, wasn’t that event about to begin?

After the seating rearrangement in early May, Jia Ji, accidentally placed in the front row, was secretly cultivating his battle aura when he suddenly heard a fierce, arrogant conversation from behind him.

“I’ve got it!”

That was Haruhi Suzumiya’s excited voice.

“If it doesn’t exist, just make one yourself!”

Make what?

Not another band that’ll dissolve in a week, right?

…Of course not.

Jia Qi’s face broke into a bloodthirsty Autobot grin.

Here it comes!

Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes!!

—The origin of club culture, the birthplace of dreams!

Known historically as: “The SOS Club Formation Incident!”

Haruhi’s timeline has no official date; for this book, we’ll assume 2005. Koyanagi’s psychic technique, “Daily Assault: Full Metal Panic,” proves everyone still watches anime.

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