Chapter 118: The Otaku from Another World

Tokyo, Japan, Arakawa Ward, apartment.

Before bed, Kamikawa Mitsu habitually glanced at the United States and happened to see A川 discussing with U. S. high officials, and then A川 standing with his hands behind his back before the floor-to-ceiling window, exuding an air of masterful strategy.

"Quite impressive."

Kamikawa Mitsu evaluated A川's big-shot posture as having the aura of a national leader.

"But can he keep up this grandeur later?"

Muttering this, he stopped paying attention to A川 and turned his surveillance toward Japan's high-level officials, where he saw Director Takahashi and others discussing—suddenly realizing it was they who had leaked the news of Abe Mikata Maro spitting.

After watching for a while and seeing Takahashi and the others still debating Abe Mikata Maro's words, he stopped looking and shifted his surveillance to his primary target: Rikui.

At this moment, Rikui was wearing a maid outfit, working part-time at a maid café.

Due to her stunning beauty, she quickly made the café popular, becoming its top maid; every day, large crowds came specifically to see her, showing clear signs of rising fame within the maid industry, her name already spreading through the maid café community.

Because the café owner knew Rikui could become the shop's flagship, he paid trolls to post photos of her on various 2D forums and stir up hype, and customers themselves also spontaneously responded on forums with high praise—soon, Rikui would likely become one of the absolute top maid celebrities in the maid café world.

But that's not the point.

The point is, Rikui is cautious; to integrate into this world as quickly as possible and avoid detection, she began learning its things, starting with everyday life. Since she worked as a maid, and her maid coworkers often enthusiastically invited her to various anime conventions and cosplay events, introducing her to countless anime and games.

Thus, Rikui understood best the 2D culture.

Things like magical girls, A Certain Scientific Railgun, Attack on Titan, My Hero Academia—none of these existed in the Void Demon Realm.

Watching these 2D depictions of diverse worlds and vivid lives, Rikui's initial motive—to blend in—gradually turned into genuine interest.

In short, she fell in love with 2D culture.

In less than a few days, she went from only greeting her maid coworkers upon meeting, to chatting enthusiastically during breaks about her favorite anime, even dropping 2D memes like "Miku is number one" and "No regrets in this life for 2D, I wish to be reborn into 2D."

"So she's a 2D otaku from another world?"

Kamikawa Mitsu surveilled Rikui, who was currently trying on a newly bought One Piece Empress cosplay outfit in her rented apartment, while watching the One Piece anime.

He glanced at Rikui's apartment room.

He still remembered that when he first surveilled Rikui's move-in a few days ago, the room was ordinary: plain white walls, a single bed, desk, chair, and cabinet.

Now, the walls were plastered with anime posters—from the absurd goddess Akua down to the lazy girl Umui—all present and accounted for, and the desk, chair, and cabinets were covered with figurines.

"Whatever. Time to sleep."

Since Rikui had shown no hostile actions, Kamikawa Mitsu had no intention of watching further.

Because he realized he'd just been watching Rikui's computer play One Piece while surveilling her.

What is this?

Isn't this like using a telescope to peer at a neighbor's TV through the building? If I want to watch One Piece, I'll just use my phone—no need for this unnecessary step of using the system to spy on someone else's anime playback. It's too…

"Still, it's fine—the faster she integrates into this world, the more useful she'll be," Kamikawa Mitsu muttered.

…

The next day.

"Nii-san, this Saturday and Sunday, Iori and the others invited me out. They asked me to ask you—are you coming?"

"No, a classmate invited me over to her place."

"Invited over?" Kamikawa Chiaki sensed something odd.

Since Nii-san started high school, no classmate had ever invited him to their home—this sudden invitation was strange, there's definitely something fishy!

Kamikawa Chiaki gave a cute, mischievous grin: "Boy or girl?"

"Girl."

"Girl? Is she from your class? Could it be Tsuchimikado Xia Mei?" Kamikawa Chiaki teased; among Nii-san's classmates, she only knew Tsuchimikado Xia Mei.

"Yes, it's her."

"Pfft!" Kamikawa Chiaki nearly spat out her milk, quickly covering her mouth.

She hadn't expected her random guess to actually be right.

She felt she truly had prophetic powers—whatever she said came true.

Could I be the legendary final prophet of Japan?

Kamikawa Chiaki daydreamed to herself, blinking her eyes.

"Nii-san, are you getting me a sister-in-law? A supernatural one at that?"

The words rang out.

This time, it was Kamikawa Mitsu who nearly spat out his milk, almost spraying it all over Kamikawa Chiaki.

"Chiaki, what are you thinking? I'm just curious about some antiques at her place—I want to take a look."

"Going to a female classmate's house just to see antiques?" Since Kamikawa Mitsu had become less gloomy and the family situation had improved, Kamikawa Chiaki had grown livelier, mimicking the "ku ku ku" mischievous laugh from the anime Umui: "Nii-san, that lie is so fake—you can't fool me."

"I really am going to see her antiques. If you don't believe me, come with me. Tsuchimikado-san invited you too—she said we should go together, because she was worried I might arrive too late, so she offered to have dinner with us. She knows we're just the two of us at home, and didn't want you to go hungry, so she invited you too."

"Uh…" Kamikawa Chiaki was speechless.

As she grew older and neared high school, especially after everything she'd been through, Kamikawa Chiaki had thought deeply—she felt Nii-san needed someone by his side, so that if she died someday and demons emerged, at least Nii-san wouldn't be alone.

In short, while Kamikawa Mitsu worried about Kamikawa Chiaki, Kamikawa Chiaki worried just as much about Kamikawa Mitsu.

That's why, when Iori and the others wanted to get close to Kamikawa Mitsu, Kamikawa Chiaki changed from refusal to approval, actively inviting him to go out with them.

And now,

Kamikawa Mitsu said he was going to Tsuchimikado Xia Mei's house—Kamikawa Chiaki couldn't help but act like a mother, evaluating Tsuchimikado Xia Mei.

Tsuchimikado Xia Mei comes from a good family, is wealthy, and rumors say she has a gentle personality—a true lady of refinement, seemingly very virtuous.

A girl who is both virtuous and wealthy—future perfect wife and mother.

Hmm!

She's qualified to be Nii-san's wife.

Kamikawa Chiaki thought this in her heart, while speaking aloud.

"Nii-san. This lifelong-single straight-guy move of yours won't do."

"I'm not going to pick up girls."

"Even if you're not going to pick up girls, you still can't go like this. Nii-san, don't tell me you're planning to show up at Tsuchimikado Xia Mei's house empty-handed."

"That's right."

"Oh, Nii-san, even if you have no intention of picking up girls, you still can't go to a girl's house empty-handed. It'll leave a bad impression."

"Really?"

"Of course it is. Also, Nii-san, are you sure you don't want to pursue Tsuchimikado Xia Mei?"

"Sure."

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