[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio":3,"chapter-i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-64":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I, the System Protagonist, Joined a Cross-Dimensional Chat Group",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2292724,4485,"Chapter 64: Art Is Patrick Star","i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-64",64,"\u003Cp>Night fell over Tokyo, and neon lights flickered on one by one along the streets, the city brimming with temptation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some stood in luxurious rooms atop skyscrapers, looking down upon the masses; others struggled to survive in narrow, damp alleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prosperity often dances with the ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the colossal black monster known as Yashiro Heavy Industries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the terrace of “Ryushin Temple,” tatami mats were laid out, and a long table several meters in length held a two-hundred-kilogram deep-sea bluefin tuna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chef’s skill was impeccable; a sharp, gleaming knife sliced open the fish’s belly, revealing its fatty flesh fanning out like pink marble—irresistible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounding the main dish were teriyaki pufferfish, charcoal-grilled mullet, and peony shrimp sashimi—all used as garnishes for the centerpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head chef had specially selected blue lobster sashimi flown in from France, and beside it, a chilled sake pitcher held the finest sake, rich in flavor and lingering in the aftertaste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight’s head chef was from the main branch of the Snake Clan, said to surpass even Michelin three-star chefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His disciples were scattered across Tokyo’s most renowned restaurants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dish was named “Life Like Summer Flowers,” inspired by Tagore’s “Stray Birds,” but to Genji Mochizuki, it was like lecturing an illiterate about literature—what a pretentious literary salon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If such elaborate, metaphor-laden dishes were served, they’d likely earn only three idiotic “Sugoi!”s from these three fools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These three idiots…” Genji Mochizuki silently assessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One played with his phone, another examined souvenirs, occasionally exchanging a few words about travel experiences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Appreciating a dish demands harmony of color, aroma, and taste; yet these three idiots cared more about their figurines and their shopping experiences at adult stores than the chef’s visual artistry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a waste…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genji Mochizuki thought it would be better to just take them to some roadside stall for katsuodzuke or yakitori, and pour them cheap beer or sake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just call it local culture and be done with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad the branch’s face-saving rituals had to be carried out properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, something’s happened.” Shibuki Sakura sprinted up and held a tablet before Genji Mochizuki.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Genji Mochizuki’s heart tightened—tonight’s deep-sea dive was scheduled, and nothing could interfere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The government-approved marine research permit was valid for only twelve hours: from 6 p.m. tonight to 6 a.m. tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the tablet, Shibuki Sakura displayed a live broadcast from Tokyo Television.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the footage, a man with golden hair and a side-swept bang covering one eye wore a black coat adorned with red clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood on a rooftop, filmed from a high-angle perspective; behind him was a park—by the surrounding buildings, still within Tokyo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genji Mochizuki turned to his personal secretary and assistant. “Sakura, if you enjoy these live-action cosplay shows, find Himeari to talk about them in your free time—I’d be glad if she had female friends to share interests with.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still puzzled when his assistant had started liking such things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby, Lu Mingfei lifted his head at the mention of Himeari, startled, glancing around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Lu Mingze.” Su Lin draped himself in the Akatsuki’s fiery cloud robe from the Naruto anime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to thank me—you’re Brother’s friend. I’ll do my best to fulfill any request.” Lu Mingze, dressed in a formal Western suit, spoke calmly and elegantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected this man named Su Lin to make such a grand entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quite an unusual taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to him, such things were trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long ago—this morning—he sensed a change in Lu Mingfei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, another Lu Mingfei, identical and even stronger, clung to him, rubbing against him everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was delighted Lu Mingfei sought such closeness, the messages transmitted to him left him exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have fun,” Lu Mingze turned and dissolved into transparency, vanishing on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fun? This is art.” Su Lin gathered spiritual energy to his face, altering his appearance—just a minor spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cameramen were in place, aided by the “tiny” information technology support he had exchanged for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roughly 21st-century information technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Enxi frantically typed in a spacious room, a bag of opened Lay’s chips beside her left hand, multiple screens before her, bytes and code flashing endlessly on the computers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was so busy she had no time to even touch her favorite chips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where on earth had the boss found this artificial intelligence-like thing and such information technology…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tokyo Television’s signal has been hijacked…” Shibuki Sakura began, then her earpiece crackled with an urgent message—her expression changed drastically. “New update: all global TV signals have been hijacked… what you’re seeing now is a worldwide broadcast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genji Mochizuki immediately grabbed the tablet and re-examined the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man in the video spread his arms as familiar background music played.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man cosplaying Deidara grinned, his lips curling upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Audiences worldwide! Hello!” Deidara shouted into the camera; subtitles in the viewer’s native language appeared on screen. “Cheer! You are privileged to witness my first art performance upon arriving in this world! Hmm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this some Japanese variety show?” Caesar leaned over from behind Genji Mochizuki, curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had seen Genji Mochizuki tense up and came over to see what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t expected him to be watching a live stream on a tablet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The TV watermark on screen was Tokyo Television’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that Deidara?” Lu Mingfei asked curiously. “Is tonight a Naruto special, a live-action show?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cosplay performance—real people imitating anime characters and staging dramas in reality,” Chu Zihang added, having heard from Lu Mingfei that Japan’s specialty was anime, and having seen similar role-playing during their afternoon stroll through Akihabara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That girl named Xia Mi also loved anime; Chu Zihang had finished watching “The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya” because she once dressed as one of its characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’d have thought they’d air such a stage play during prime time? No wonder it’s a national industry,” Caesar stroked his chin, looking impressively enlightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….” Genji Mochizuki hadn’t noticed these three had abandoned their discussion about figurines and adult store visits and turned their attention to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, these three were still sharp when something stirred—far from completely clueless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He naturally didn’t realize their attention had been drawn by a keyword trigger he had activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This guy hijacked all global TV signals,” Genji Mochizuki explained to the Cassell trio. “Every TV channel worldwide is broadcasting his live stream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Caesar’s expression turned serious—he hadn’t expected such a severe emergency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Zihang fell silent, focused entirely on the live feed on the tablet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Mingfei suddenly recalled a troublemaker he knew…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it… back on another Earth, others had mentioned…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No doubt about it—if it weren’t for that guy, Lu Mingfei would’ve devoured the entire tuna.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like a quiet, earnest, refined young man, his perpetually calm face hiding someone who’d quietly unleash a massive disturbance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s flying?!” Caesar exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A half-blood!” Genji Mochizuki’s expression changed instantly. “Send people to the location in the video immediately!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re too late…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Mingfei thought silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is art?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the footage, Deidara leaped backward—and instead of falling from the skyscraper rooftop, he floated in midair, defying physics, drifting toward the park behind him with its small hill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera pulled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deidara stretched out his limbs, forming a giant “big” shape in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Art is explosion!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1214,"2026-06-20T04:17:29.700Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","76d1bf7dd8716a26e33173b096b8165a733367dfc1a18f5e65a7f3444d7f317d","i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-65","i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-63",720,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-cover.jpg"]