Chapter 246: Glory to My 2D World!

Feeling the pats on his shoulders, Miyoshi Sotaro knew he wasn't dreaming; his head spun dizzily, on the verge of fainting from excitement.

So I really spent an entire afternoon teaching a god how to play games? I fucking taught a god games for an afternoon?!

Wait—

Friend?!

Luxi said he's my friend? Did I hear that right…

I can't take it anymore, someone hold me up.

Miyoshi Sotaro felt like he was floating in the sky; teaching a god something like this wasn't even possible for demons or deities—but he did it. This wasn't just bragging for life—it was etching history, destined to be passed down through ages, a glory for his ancestors!

"I…" Miyoshi Sotaro gasped for air, trying to calm himself, but as soon as he eased slightly, he forced himself to steady his nerves, determined not to appear flustered before Luxi and Tsukuyomi.

Yet Miyoshi Sotaro wanted to be calm—others couldn't be.

As outsiders, they knew only one thing: gods had appeared in Akihabara, the sacred land of the 2D world, playing games!!! An impossibly lucky fellow, having exhausted every ounce of ancestral fortune, had somehow become friends with Luxi and Tsukuyomi.

The news that Luxi and Tsukuyomi had appeared in Akihabara spread like lightning.

Upon hearing it, countless people refused to believe it at first—until photos surfaced, and those who had actually encountered them in Akihabara suddenly remembered: yes, those were Luxi and Tsukuyomi they'd seen on the street—and they rushed out to testify, finally convincing everyone.

Instantly.

Nations erupted; countless people went mad.

Those near Akihabara rushed there in a frenzy.

Those far away could only sigh, venting their emotions online: Damn! Why wasn't I in Akihabara? I love Akihabara too! If only I'd been there—I'd have been the one friends with Luxi and Tsukuyomi!

Japan's Supernatural Response Division.

"Deploy more police to maintain order in Akihabara," Director Takahashi ordered.

To be honest, when they first heard Luxi and Tsukuyomi were playing arcade games in Akihabara, their first thought was: Are you fucking kidding me? But when the truth was confirmed, they were left speechless.

"Ahem, Professor Nakata, what are you doing?"

Director Takahashi stopped Professor Nakata right after giving the order; he'd learned from his subordinates that Nakata had summoned a helicopter to fly to Akihabara, and now saw him holding a clearly 2D-themed box, sneaking out of the meeting room.

Caught red-handed, Professor Nakata grinned awkwardly and scratched his head: "To be honest, I'm also a 2D enthusiast. This is the newly released game 'Fate/stay night.' I wanted to go recommend it to Lord Luxi and Tsukuyomi."

Director Takahashi and the others understood—Professor Nakata had just heard the report.

The report said Miyoshi Sotaro hadn't just taught Luxi and Tsukuyomi how to play games—he'd also recommended anime to them. To their surprise, Luxi and Tsukuyomi actually watched anime; they'd just finished watching Demon Slayer and were now starting the next season.

Tsukuyomi and Luxi both declared that anime was the greatest creation of this era—an epoch-making product that eased stress; watching a healing anime made even the fatigue of ancient battlefields feel lighter.

Online.

Simba: "Who dares say 2D and gaming fans are perverts, delusional fantasists, or boring people? 2D is beautiful, look—gods love 2D and gaming! 2D is the best!"

Xiao Han: "No regrets in this life for 2D; I wish to be reborn in the 2D world."

Giant Duck: "Even gods are obsessed—haha, glorious is my 2D world!"

Many 2D fans grew excited; some illustrators even imagined scenes of Luxi and Tsukuyomi playing games—like battling through Pokémon gyms, raising Pikachu and Meowth.

The world finally understood.

Why did Luxi and Tsukuyomi understand modern slang? Because they were 2D enthusiasts.

How could a 2D fan not be online, absorbing all sorts of random things?

Tokyo, Japan. Akihabara.

In Seto Shoma's game shop, there were slightly more customers than this morning; outside, many people kept glancing into the store—they'd clearly come out of curiosity—but knowing how crowded it was inside, and fearing they might disturb or anger the gods, they could only watch from afar.

Because the shop was already packed—every arcade machine was occupied; entering would be inappropriate.

They sighed, cursing themselves for being too slow.

Meanwhile.

Inside the shop, everyone except Miyoshi Sotaro pretended to play games or browse the game shelves, ears perked, utterly distracted—all of them were there for Luxi and Tsukuyomi.

Miyoshi Sotaro was now chatting casually with Luxi and Tsukuyomi about games and anime, no longer nervous, able to converse normally.

For everyone, once you talked about your passion, once you went deep, you forgot who was a great person—you'd excitedly show off your knowledge, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

Miyoshi Sotaro was exactly like that—the more he talked, the more energized he became.

Whenever Tsukuyomi or Luxi asked about anime or games—like recommending something good similar to Demon Slayer, or healing anime like Cat's Eye—he listed them all by heart.

Until sunset.

"Sotaro, I'm glad to have talked with you. I've gained new insights into anime and games. Now I can confidently recommend some to my subordinates instead of dragging them into the hobby only to find they know more than I do."

Luxi smiled with half-lidded eyes, elegant and noble yet with a roguish charm, completely relaxed—no trace of the haughty arrogance of a god.

"The grandson of the slippery demon—this anime you recommended sounds interesting."

Tsukuyomi stroked his chin, then suddenly grinned:

"I wonder how Cimu, Sakazuki, and Tamamo-no-Mae would feel if they learned there's an anime where the slippery demon commands the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Tamamo-no-Mae is killed by the slippery demon, Sakazuki dies right at the start, and only the ugly Cimu remains—now serving under Tamamo-no-Mae? That'd be hilarious."

Everyone in the shop trembled.

So dark!

Miyoshi Sotaro shivered, feeling he shouldn't have recommended The Demon Slayer's Grandson…

At that moment, Tsukuyomi looked at Miyoshi Sotaro.

"Sotaro, you taught us how to play arcade games and answered our anime questions."

He pointed a finger at Miyoshi Sotaro; light flared—and vanished instantly.

Miyoshi Sotaro instantly felt refreshed—his cold from the past few days vanished completely; his back and waist pain from gaming disappeared too.

"Gods are forbidden from granting supernatural powers arbitrarily, so I simply healed the illnesses you've suffered," Tsukuyomi said.

"Thank you!"

"No need to thank me—you're my friend. It's only natural."

"Tsukuyomi, you're stealing my chance to repay him! You healed him—now how am I supposed to repay him?" Luxi interjected, rolling his eyes.

Sanhao Sōta hurriedly waved his hands: "No need to repay me—I didn't do anything; anyone else would've done the same."

Luxi smiled: "That's true, but Tsukuyomi repaid you, so I can't just stand by. Besides, you're my friend—it's nothing wrong for me to repay a friend."

After a moment of silent thought, Luxi spoke.

"I can't give you transcendence—it's forbidden among gods. But since you answered our question, I'll answer one for you. Ask me anything you want—so long as it's not a secret, whether it's gossip among gods, divine romances, or anything else—I'll answer you."

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