Chapter 699

“Forget it, those things don’t matter.”

Hachinohe Higan spread her hands and shook her head with a faint sigh: “Men who obsess over such details grow narrow-minded.”

“My tolerance is as vast as heaven and earth; a little narrowness doesn’t matter.” Su Lin was unfazed.

“Aside from Eirin being off-limits, marrying into Eternity Pavilion now comes with two furry girls—Reisen and Tei—how attractive is that?”

Higan’s face lit up with a smile again: “By the way, I’m seriously asking this time.”

“You say that every time,” Su Lin said calmly.

Higan tilted her head: “Then don’t you feel anything for my perfect body and beauty?”

“The thirteen thousand four hundredth time,” Su Lin said, his OCD soothed, looking satisfied.

“Just rounded off nicely—I wanted you to ask again ever since you played ‘Memories Off: Triangle Turmoil’ last time.”

“Uh…” Higan tilted her head back, thinking, then realized it was true and frowned: “Can’t we reset those conversation counts?”

Su Lin rolled his eyes: “Then you’d have to delete and reset all those hentai CGs and plotlines too.”

“If I don’t take something important from you, I feel cheated when I actually have to use that plan,” Higan sighed.

Su Lin: “So you plan to take my precious virginity?”

“Sorry, but the Great Sun Tathagata said your yuan yang hadn’t been lost—but after all this time, it’s still intact? Could it be…”

“.”

If you’re going to speak, speak properly—can’t you stop looking at me with that skeptical, pitying gaze?

“Speaking of yuan yang, it inevitably brings to mind yuan yin,” Higan suddenly realized.

I remember there are cultivation methods to absorb yin and replenish yang; I’m from Penglai, so my yuan yin is practically infinite—doesn’t that make me a primordial furnace body?

“Wait a minute! If you calculate it this way, I’m the one losing out?!”

She clenched her fist and tapped her brow, wearing a pained expression.

An unanticipated path.

Su Lin raised an eyebrow and affirmed: “This line of reasoning and approach is entirely new.”

“Interested?” Higan said in surprise. “Then I’ll send Irene an NTR notice right away.”

“I can guess what kind of games you’ve been playing lately,” Su Lin said. “Why not tell me the name of that pill? I’ll go check if I can get some.”

“Strictly speaking, that pill doesn’t exist in this world—you can only find a weakened version,” Higan said with full confidence.

She turned her gaze elsewhere and saw Yagokoro Eirin, arms crossed, giving her an exasperated look.

“I wasn’t planning to charge anything, but since even Eirin looks like that, I should verify…”

Higan cleared her throat and resumed her previous elegant, composed posture.

“Oh, by the way, there’s another way to make you believe,” Higan said, pointing to Kurenai, who was eating off-season watermelon with a dazed squirrel perched on his shoulder. “Just smile.”

“If Master Fool says ‘Su Lin marries into Eternity Pavilion,’ then it will come true.”

Before Kurenai could speak, a swarm of arms suddenly appeared before him.

“Recite this,” Xiao Yan shoved a copy of “Love in the Rain” into Kurenai’s hands.

“I’ll pay you fifty, recite this,” Lu Mingfei tossed a copy of “Daily Life in School” at him.

“I prefer classical works,” Meng Qi handed Kurenai “The Butterfly Lovers.”

“.” Kurenai swallowed his watermelon, scanned the crowd expressionlessly: “Use your names?”

The crowd scattered instantly, everyone returning to their previous positions.

“I just happened to be passing by,” Kurenai nodded to Su Lin, whose mouth twitched, and to Higan, who looked slightly disappointed. “I don’t believe rumors, and I don’t spread them.”

He glanced at the dazed squirrel on his shoulder, looked away, and walked toward Song Shu, who was returning.

“We’ve analyzed the data from Report 1’s transmissions about Report 0’s Fantasy World newspapers. Most are gossip, but we’ve extracted some key points—the only problem is there’s too little.”

Using the Cosmic Computer to analyze a pile of paparazzi news seems like overkill, but for Report 0’s Fantasy World and worlds experiencing constant negative entropy flow disturbances, even the faintest trace is worth pursuing.

“As long as she’s alive, make her dig through old newspapers from Youkai Mountain.”

Chen Jun felt both regret and relief—the field reporter had at least been enhanced, but this guy had gone back to his old job, teaming up with Report 0’s Shamingwan as a paparazzo.

Honestly, we’re all on the front lines of eating melons and gossip—we don’t need the artistic embellishments of paparazzi products.

“First, there’s a contradiction in the flow of time.”

“Based on the dates of the Bunka Daily collected from Report 0’s Fantasy World, many anomalies and time spans are inconsistent. Logically, these should have taken years or even decades—but they occurred within a year or less.”

“Second, regarding the existence of other Fantasy Worlds.”

“The youkai and residents of Report 0’s Fantasy World are accustomed to this concept—they’ve met visitors from other Fantasy Worlds, but never heard of anyone traveling to another one.”

Tawer presented the data analysis.

“It feels a bit like Conan and Kinomoto’s world,” Xu Qianqian blurted out without thinking: “In an endless timeline, celebrating holidays and going on trips every year, only to encounter countless murders?”

“The ‘Sazae-san’ mode,” Bubble offered a professional answer: “Like presidents changing every year, school restarting repeatedly, summer vacation recurring endlessly—yet the characters never change. Time flow is broken.”

“Ajun, you can subtly warn Song Shu,” Shandora said.

Chen Jun nodded. Shadow City’s Zi was still communicating with Report 0’s Yagokoro Zi—and thanks to them using the name “Hilong Empire,” we could try bluffing them.

Whether they believe it or not doesn’t matter—it’s free anyway. But Yagokoro Zi clearly treats them as a “backup plan,” while having other ideas about those “Hilong” people.

Under these circumstances, the diplomatic deadlock caused by the fleet’s inability to traverse the route to Report 0’s Fantasy World due to negative entropy flow disturbances had made progress.

After this group’s wedding ends, Chen Jun plans to use the Xukongshengwu ’s ability to go there directly.

“What if I take over an Imperial Honorary Citizen Certificate as a wedding gift?”

“.” Shadow City Higan’s expression resembled a plate of expired “Three Delicacies”—thoroughly odd. “What’s going on between them?”

I originally wanted to respect the subject’s counterpart and avoid discussing this—but I couldn’t help myself.

“Don’t you know?” Shadow City Mei Hong asked.

“Even if I were to disregard my dignity, I wouldn’t say these things to another man without pressure…”

Shadow City Higan retorted: “Su Lin is indeed amusing, but how long have they known each other to be this familiar?”

Shadow Himeko muttered: “Su Lin is indeed fun, but how long have they known each other to be this familiar?”

At least we sent the paparazzi boss Shamingwan over as expendable—otherwise she’d be so excited she’d broadcast this vaguely stomach-churning news to every civilization in the Macro World by tomorrow.

“Big Sister Bingdishi, for the sake of your mom being my second uncle’s cousin’s daughter, let me go back to the Star Domain!”

The paparazzi god clan, arrested alongside the gossip articles, wailed—anyone with half a brain could guess what he intended.

“My wife is about to give birth!”

Do you believe me—or do you believe I’m Qin Shi Huang?

“Ajun! Situation! A fleet has suddenly appeared in the outer void surrounding Report 0’s Fantasy World!”

Complex runes flowed and instantly coalesced into the monitoring screen of the Outer Void Surveillance Vessel—regions lacking conventional physics were probed by mystical forces, causing the screen to refresh rapidly.

On the screen, several unknown interstellar warships displayed banners written in characters familiar to Earth’s civilization.

“Looks like Small Seal Script?”

“Immortal Qin…”

“Immortal Qin?!”

“You’re still alive?”

“?? Emiya Boy.” Su Lin glanced at Emiya Shirou, who was completely unharmed, surprised.

He looked past the man’s body toward the women of the Emiya household nearby.

Tohsaka Rin, Kirei Sakura, and Saber were curiously observing this world, chatting casually with Eri and the others.

“Holy shit, you’re still alive?!” Lu Mingfei had combed his messy hair into a mature style and wore a freshly changed suit.

Seeing Emiya Shirou appear unscathed at the Hakurei Shrine, his face mirrored the same shock.

“They’re all good girls,” Emiya Shirou smiled, seeing their expressions. “Though my decision was sudden, everyone still congratulated me and Illya.”

“I didn’t reply yesterday because I was cooking for Saber and sending out wedding invitations to friends.”

“I also sent one to Jialeidi —Tohsaka used the Second Magic to send it.”

“Chaldean also sent a copy, delivered with Faris’s help using the Second Method.”

But upon reflection, it makes sense.

Though they all lived under the same roof, Emiya Shirou was stubborn about his decisions—and besides, those women had excellent relationships with Illya.

Lu Mingfei patted Emiya Shirou’s shoulder solemnly: “Learn to cherish.”

“.” Emiya Shirou felt something was off.

Nearby, Hakurei Reimu, satisfied by the increasingly lively yet never crowded shrine, symbolically swept dust around with her broom to show she was working.

After all, she’d soon receive a large sum of temple offerings.

But she hadn’t taken two steps before the sky suddenly darkened—she looked up to see a vast cloud cover had enveloped the entire Fantasy World.

Dim beams gradually descended, slicing through the sky at astonishing speed like falling stars, converging into a massive steel warship a kilometer above the ground.

Hakurei Reimu blinked, pulled out the Yin-Yang Jade, and held it in her hand.

“We have no intention of lingering on the ground,” came a calm, composed voice.

Reimu turned to see Mutsuki Toyohime, with shoulder-length yellow hair and a center-parted fringe, wearing a white hat, standing with a fully armed contingent of Moonfolk inside the shrine.

Reimu turned to see Mutsuki Toyohime, with shoulder-length yellow hair and a center-parted fringe, wearing a white hat, standing in the shrine with a squad of fully armed Moonfolk.

Reimu glanced at Mutsuki Yagokoro, whose shoulder-length purple hair contrasted with the warship, and asked suspiciously: “Planning to invade Earth?”

These two were Moon Princesses—Reimu had met them during the Moon War, though she had left the Great Barrier and been defeated without question on the Moon.

“Let me be clear—you have no chance of winning here.”

Their ability to connect to the Mountain and Sea made teleporting their forces here instantly perfectly logical.

The opponent possesses the ability to connect the Mountains and Seas; it is only natural that they could instantly transport their troops here.

We have no interest in this filthy land; we’ll leave once our business is done.

Watatsuki Tohime bowed respectfully before Yagokoro Eirin, who was frowning, then walked toward Hōrai no Kaguya, who looked slightly surprised: “Kaguya!”

She ignored everyone setting up the shrine, but her gaze lingered long on Su Lin’s face, where he sat with legs crossed, eating watermelon and watching the spectacle. Then she scanned the surrounding environment, finally frowning deeply.

Su Lin: “?”

What are you staring at?

“The Moon King has pardoned your sins and ordered you to return with us to the Moon Capital,” Watatsuki Tohime said.

“Really?” Kaguya’s eyes twitched wildly, as if she’d heard something absurd: “That sister-obsessed fool actually changed his mind now?”

Watatsuki Tohime’s face darkened with anger: “Mind your place.”

She waved her hand, and several Moonfolk soldiers surrounded Su Lin, aiming at him.

“This filthy Earthling must be taken back to the Moon Capital as well.”

“?”

Su Lin tilted his head, stared wide-eyed at himself, and slowly formed a questioning expression.

“Holy shit, don’t splash blood on me!” Lu Mingfei’s pupils shrank; he leapt back instantly and gave the Moonfolk soldiers an encouraging gesture.

“Puhah.” Kaguya blinked, then suddenly burst out laughing, covering her mouth: “Hahaha—forgive me, hahaha!”

Her bell-like laughter echoed around the shrine, but only Yagokoro Eirin approached with a peculiar expression.

“Tohime, write a letter. You and Iki will deliver it to her later.”

“Master Eirin, the King specifically warned that you must not shield her in this matter,” Tohime shook her head.

“All past offenses—including killing the Moon emissaries and fleeing here—were overlooked out of respect for you. A thousand years is already leniency enough.”

“As a Moon princess, falling in love with a filthy Earthling…”

【Is this the world where, after reincarnation through the Holy Grail, the Sword Sect and the Holy Maiden chose to fulfill the Ancient Oath? Not bad—I like it.】

Thunder rolled above the heavens.

A starfleet, its hull covered in black metallic armor gleaming with cold light and inscribed with ancient runes, appeared gradually above the Huanxiangxiang like ink drawn by a brush, amid the joyful music of celebratory salutes.

【I and the eternal spirits of human history in the Canghui Galaxy have come to this feast.】

“You invited them?” Lu Mingfei blinked in surprise.

Emiya Shirou beside him gaped: “No, I only invited Chaldea.”

But almost instantly,

As if 3D-printed, Tanaka Toshinari with her orange hair, alongside Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Gilgamesh, and other heroic spirits, materialized within the grounds of the Hakurei Shrine.

“I still prefer Eastern titles.”

Qin Shi Huang, watching Su Lin, who held a watermelon and looked utterly bewildered, nodded slightly and bowed with respect: “Ying Zheng greets the Heavenly Emperor.”