Chapter 9

[BigMoeGod: Last night I discovered a new feature—everyone try opening your profile picture, there’s a surprise waiting!~]

[CanSee: Hmm, vitality 0.3, spiritual power 1.5…]

[CanSee: Paper… (sobbing)]

Jaki was startled—while it was normal for Kenko’s spiritual power to be higher than his, given she possessed the highest-level Yin-Yang Eyes, her vitality seemed unusually low.

Even an underage high school girl shouldn’t have stats this low… the person running these stats is truly a master—the term “average” across the multiverse really means “average.”

[BigMoeGod: People’s physical conditions can’t be generalized—some worlds have incredibly exaggerated overall life quality, like mine…]

So sorry, Kenko—you got averaged out.

[AfterlifeAngel: Strong]

[Flame-haired Burning-Eyed Exterminator: Also strong]

[ForeverSeventeen: I’m Upper Evil, not bad, I guess :) ]

[ForeverSeventeen: Where’s the group admin?~]

[BigMoeGod: Secret :()]

Hehe, Jiaji could feel through the screen how smug the Youkai Sage was right now, surely chuckling softly behind a folding fan like a classic villain.

Aside from Kenko, he predictably came in last.

Of course, Yuyuko wasn’t surprising—her abilities were phenomenal and her stats weren’t low either; Jaki even thought “Upper Evil” was too low a rating for her—she should’ve been “Mad,” at least. Same with Shana—her rating felt too low.

[Flame-haired Burning-Eyed Exterminator: You know all about us, but we know nothing about you—that’s unfair!]

Shana immediately protested.

[ForeverSeventeen: Yeeeeeesss~]

Yuyuko, behave yourself—I’m getting scared.

[BigMoeGod: P-P-P…orz]

Kuyashii!

Jaki had no intention of hiding anything—after all, pretense was completely unnecessary for him.

He understood the personalities in the group: aside from Yuyuko occasionally pulling pranks or acting crazy, Kenko, Shana, and Kotori were all genuinely good people.

And when there’s no direct conflict of interest, even the Youkai Sage can be trusted—just like right now.

Even if he ranked last, it didn’t matter—this chat group was just for banter anyway. He actually preferred this light-hearted, fun atmosphere.

He’d already realized: in this world, you need power and backing!

Is the purpose of this chat group to chat? Of course—it’s to summon help!

If, ten years from now, when the great calamity arrives, his own strength isn’t enough to prevent nuclear war, just summoning two “Mad”-rank members from the group would be enough.

As a guy who naturally fits the comedic, jester archetype, he didn’t need to put on airs or act aloof—it was just too exhausting.

If he wasn’t mistaken, judging from everyone’s current power levels and his own situation, they were all still in the timeline before their respective stories began—none had reached their peak yet.

But to verify this theory, he needed to do one more thing—

[BigMoeGod: How long have you been bonded with the “Heavenly Rift Flame” @Flame-haired Burning-Eyed Exterminator]

Huh? How did you know?

Ah—

The girl with waist-length black hair and brown eyes was startled by this sudden question; her fingers subtly slipped behind her cloak and gripped the massive sword Nietenonoshana—nearly as tall as she was—whose name meant “Sword of Heavenly Catastrophe,” now on guard.

Shana—no, the young girl who had not yet been given a name, merely known as the “Flame-haired Burning-Eyed Exterminator” by the Red World’s demons—had acquired this sword after defeating the legendary, most vicious “Mistis” monster, “Tianmu Yige.”

Its function: nullify the “Red World Demon”’s Zaihō techniques, and materialize the girl’s own flames!

Externally, this meant that during battle, her appearance transformed drastically—her black hair turned to blazing flame, and her brown eyes glowed with the radiant hue of rubies.

…Just as they did now, with the crimson glow of fire and lotus blossoms shimmering in her beautiful hair and eyes.

“My Flame Haze, what’s happening?”

A puzzled voice emerged from the pendant hanging on her chest.

It was a tiny, pitch-black sphere the size of a fingertip, bound by two intersecting golden rings—appearing both like an exquisite work of art and a flawless, pure eye.

Even more astonishingly, countless tiny sparks of fire swam within the sphere like fish in darkness, and it was these sparks that spoke.

This was the divine artifact called “Tsuiren,” allowing the “Red World God” Alastor to perceive events in the outside world.

With his crisis-detection ability, any “Red World Demon” or even higher “Red World King” would be instantly detected upon approaching.

So he didn’t understand why the girl had suddenly tensed up—as if something unexpected had occurred.

“Alastor… it’s that…” The girl fell silent for a moment, then lowered her sword and replied—she had calmed down.

Even though Alastor, as the God of Punishment, couldn’t see the interface, she was certain these past few days hadn’t been hallucinations—this chat group truly existed across dimensions.

As a Flame Haze Warrior, her long-standing habit had kept her from revealing any personal information in the group—but how did the admin know her identity?

And even earlier, with “CanSee”—though vague, it was clear they knew something, possibly even understood each of them.

“BigMoeGod”… such a silly name, yet clearly not ordinary… Who exactly are you?

As if sensing her thoughts, “BigMoeGod” sent her a smiling emoji, as if telling her to relax.

[BigMoeGod: Don’t worry—I’m not a bad person… though I’m not exactly a good one either.]

[BigMoeGod: You’ve probably guessed already—yes, I know a few things about each of you. But it’s not absolute—just like stories in novels differ from reality, my knowledge of you is imperfect too.]

[ForeverSeventeen: So you mean… you can see what will happen to us in the future?]

[BigMoeGod: Hehe ()]

That was a full admission!

The petite girl, now back to her black-haired form, typed furiously in the group.

[Flame-haired Burning-Eyed Exterminator: You’ve been hiding this all along and only told us now… I’m angry!]

[CanSee: Protest! This is completely unfair!]

[ForeverSeventeen: I’m angry too!]

[AfterlifeAngel: Angry.]

[BigMoeGod: Wait, you haven’t answered my question yet @Flame-haired Burning-Eyed Exterminator]

[Flame-haired Burning-Eyed Exterminator: I became a Flame Haze Warrior about two months ago.]

[BigMoeGod: So you still don’t have a name, then?]

The girl didn’t understand his intent, but felt a strange sense of irritation.

[Flame-haired Burning-Eyed Exterminator: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! A name doesn’t matter at all!]

[CanSee: Um… I think names are still important…]

[AfterlifeAngel: Agree.]

[BigMoeGod: I have an idea—your sword is called Nietenonoshana, right? Why not take “Shana” from its name…]

[BigMoeGod: From now on, I’ll call you Shana!]

Wasn’t this the perfect opportunity?

Anyone who can resist naming Shana for three seconds must be a god.

[ForeverSeventeen: That name actually sounds pretty nice~]

[CanSee: Sounds good.]

[AfterlifeAngel: Agree.]

[System Notification: “Flame-haired Burning-Eyed Exterminator” has been renamed to “Shana”]

[Shana: Hey, I didn’t agree to this!]

As the group admin, my rights are unlimited!

[Shana: [Image.jpg]]

Hahaha!

Jaki opened it and burst out laughing with delight.

It was a selfie of Shana, pouting with her face pressed close to the camera—despite her best effort to look angry, from every angle she just looked like a round, fluffy pineapple bread, radiating pure cuteness!

In short—extremely cute!

I once asked my friends whether to write “I’m annoyed” or “Shut up!” when hearing the iconic “Dinggong trio”—they replied: When you hear the voice, the question becomes meaningless.

And then the voice actually echoed in my mind—yeah, turns out it was a stupid question.

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(End of Chapter)