Chapter 2: Divine Son, I Also Want a Submachine Gun

"So, what does this 'Collapse' actually mean?"

"I'm not sure either, but it doesn't sound like a good term."

"Could it be a disaster scarier than demons?"

"Hehe… hearing you say that makes me a bit curious."

Busichuan Shi Mi clasped his hands to his chest; unlike the other Pillars who sat upright and tense, he seemed quite relaxed. Since the sky cracked a few minutes earlier, the Pillars had been urgently summoned by the Lord to discuss matters. At first they thought it was some high‑rank blood‑demon technique, but now it seemed not so simple.

As night fell, the evening breeze grew cool, and mountain mists surged among the withered leaves, tightening the Pillars' nerves. Soon the raven in charge of communications reported from below the mountain that not only members of the Demon Slayer Corps, but also every civilian at the foot of the mountain, could see the sky's anomaly without exception.

Butterfly Ninja's heart relaxed slightly: regardless of whether the sky's phenomenon brings good or ill, at least it isn't an attack aimed at the Demon Slayer Corps.

"Everyone, perhaps… *cough cough*, the key isn't the word 'Collapse' itself."

In the shadowed corner of the room, a frail, gaunt man, supported by his wife and daughter, slowly stepped forward and sat before the Pillars.

"I have seen you, Lord."

All the Pillars knelt on one knee in unison to salute. After the ceremony, the strongest among them, the Rock Pillar Biming Yu Xingming, clasped his hands and let two streams of tears slide from his eyes: "Lord, do you think this is Muzan's plot?"

The man coughed twice, shook his head slowly and said, "No, it's probably unrelated to Muzan…"

He lifted his gaze to the light screen; while the others were speaking, the scene on the screen had already shifted. After the initial large characters faded, a vast yet desolate starry sky appeared, dotted with countless stars, stirring awe in anyone who beheld it.

But that confirmed his suspicion.

"I'm afraid behind this light screen lies a connection to another world."

……

"The view shifts: amid the boundless starry sky, a massive space station stands tall."

"Accompanied by a lilting violin melody, the camera moves from space to the interior of the station, where a slender, elegantly dressed woman in a suit gradually appears, and the lens centers precisely on Kafuka's chest."

"Oh, this is—"

The sudden, striking image made Xiuta Erke sit up instantly.

Fuli Lian glanced back at Xiuta Erke, a meaning‑laden smile appearing on her face… but what chilled him even more was the icy aura of the girl beside her.

A puffed‑up genius magical girl instinctively puffed her chest and shot him a scornful glance.

Xiuta Erke's expression stiffened, then he quickly put on a slightly awkward smile.

"Um, Filien…"

"Hm." Filien's hands instinctively tightened his clothing, turned his head aside, and shifted half an inch toward Fuli Lian without a hint of movement.

"…pervert."

——

"At that moment, the lady's silhouette gradually materialized, letting tens of billions of people from different dimensional civilizations clearly see the woman's delicate face."

"This purple‑haired mature lady possessed a perfectly ripe figure, with black high‑waist shorts and a black coat over a white women's shirt; the stark black‑and‑white contrast, combined with the tight binding at her neckline, boldly highlighted her proud, statuesque form."

"Her legs beneath the shorts were straight and long, voluptuous and round; the slightly tightening leg cuffs matched the deep‑purple stockings perfectly, and each step of her high‑heeled boots produced a crisp heel‑thud that seemed to strike straight into a person's heart."

"In that instant, even men, women, children and elders from entirely different worlds felt a shared flutter; moreover, the woman exuded a unique married‑woman aura that bewitched them completely."

"Then the scene shifts, and numerous Void Soldiers materialize out of thin air, descending inside the station to attack various officials."

"Rapid alarm sounds interwove with the lilting violin, creating a stark dissonance amid the chaos."

"Is this an Abyss invasion?" a Natlan tribal warrior asked, unfamiliar with the strange station before them; though they had never seen such a station, the monsters' tactics and emergence were just like those of the Abyss.

"They looked similarly bizarre, only far fiercer than Abyssal creatures."

"It seems this isn't within Teyvat's borders, could it be—" Maweika began to mention "False Heaven," but, noticing that Xietelali and other Natlan were present, she stopped herself.

Although little is known about False Heaven, that didn't stop her from speculating—could this iron‑clump‑like space station be situated in a world beyond Teyvat?

The station was unfamiliar, yet its chaos felt all too familiar. Human‑monster battles have raged on Natlan's lands for centuries, and no one knows how to slay monsters better than she, the God of Fire.

Maweika narrowed her eyes slightly, pondering silently.

Could the struggles of these humans from another world offer any insight to Natlan?

"Boom!"

A massive explosion roared, halting Kafuka's graceful movement. Simultaneously, a strong tremor shook the station, turning all interior lights to a warning red.

Kafuka sighed lightly, "Seems I'm not coming at the right time."

"No, I think you've arrived at exactly the right moment."

A light screen suddenly lit up before Kafuka, bearing a minimalist wolf head, while a pleasant girl's voice echoed from within.

"Oh? This place can even produce sound—truly wondrous magic… Wait, Jiesi, if we could control the vibration amplitude of Hextech Crystals and alter their operation, could we achieve this kind of long‑range transmission?"

"Using technology to achieve magical effects… that's not unimaginable, right?"

Weiketo thought that Hextech Crystals might have applications beyond weaponry, and his previously gloomy expression brightened slightly.

After finally mastering control of Hextech Crystals, he and Jiesi set out to improve the livelihoods of Piltover and Undercity; this newly appeared long‑distance communication method on the screen naturally piqued his interest.

Jiesi stood by the blackboard wall; this wondrous sky‑borne light screen continually sparked new technological ideas. To realize those concepts, Jiesi had been calculating at the board for nearly an hour, and now, feeling a bit weary, he fetched a chair, sat down, and smiled lightly, "Makes sense, Weiketo, but your idea… hm hm, is truly crazy. Who knows, we might end up blowing the lab sky‑high."

Weiketo picked up a piece of chalk, corrected a verification datum on Jiesi's board, and laughed confidently, "As long as it doesn't explode, that's fine, right? Isn't the mission of us scientists to blaze the path for humanity's progress?"

The image on the screen shifted again, this time showing a conversation between Kafuka and Silver Wolf.

"Can you make this round more fun for me? The previous missions were boring," the girl's voice on the screen said, tinged with a hint of anticipation.

"Sorry, today's task is extremely dull—just inserting the target. But I won't stop you from seeking any fun, after all…"

The station's door suddenly opened, and Kafuka sauntered in with a relaxed expression. Three Void Soldiers turned toward her, curious about the stranger, when Kafuka abruptly drew two submachine guns; a burst of gunfire and violet lightning flashed, instantly turning the three Void Soldiers into ash.

This blend of blade and gun—a perfect synergy of melee and ranged weapons—once again shocked a certain Teyvat otaku goddess.

"Divine Son, could weapons from Fangdan achieve such effect?" Lei Dianying wasn't amazed by Kafuka's superb katana technique, but by the power of those two submachine guns.

"Fangdan does have guns, but they're fire‑arms, likely far weaker than the two she wields," the Divine Son clicked in wonder, "What a marvelous creation, I'm also curious…"

With such a thing, back five hundred years ago when confronting the Kanria calamity and the Abyss crisis, would we still have needed to risk life and death? Could we not have simply blasted the Abyssal blood‑dogs from eight hundred meters away?

The key is that this weapon seems to require little skill or threshold; even ordinary people can wield it.

These past few centuries, Inazuma has not faced any major crisis, but with prolonged peace and order, Lei Dianying, as the deity of a nation, would naturally not devote all her energy to milk buns and light novels; she also understands the principle of preparing for rainy days, so to preemptively avert crisis, her eyes drooped slightly, and the resolve in her heart grew firmer.

She turned her head to look at the pink‑haired fox happily munching on fried tofu beside her, cleared her throat, and said: "Yae Miko, I… I wonder if we could hand over all the Fontaine firearms we can buy to the Heavenly Eye Clan for research, so they can replicate the two that the woman named Kafka holds?"

Yae Miko: "???"

Modify the firearm into a submachine gun? What the heck is that? And you still want the blacksmiths to copy it?

Hearing that, a drop of chili oil shot into her throat, Yae Miko's face flushed red, she covered her mouth, and began to cough violently.