[{"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-702":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},2293362,4485,"Chapter 702","i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-702",702,"\u003Cp>“Got it.” Su Lin fixed his gaze on Kaguya and clapped his hands. “You’ve got a dead child hidden inside you too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all these years, Su Lin never expected that middle-school-second-year-level “blood sorrow” would still be chasing him—it was truly a blast from the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First it was Patient Zero, Lu Mingfei; then it spread to Kaguya; now it’s showing signs of infecting me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did seeing someone from your hometown trigger something?” Su Lin’s eyes suddenly cleared as if activated by a special effect, his lips curving into a warm, gentle smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can talk properly. Don’t worry—I and Meng Qi are both professional psychologists.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, let me think… perhaps it’s because I remembered something Klyne once said. He was always right, wasn’t he?” Kaguya smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect. Let’s go kill Klyne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not far away, Klyne’s true body, hidden within the rift of history, lay on a sofa drinking cola, while his projection wandered around chatting with humans and yao, boosting his History Projection gacha pool with SSRs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next second, he caught Su Lin staring at him, face beaming with a smile—his spiritual sense screamed in alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not entirely about Klyne,” Kaguya said slowly. “It’s just that recent experiences have given me some thoughts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should’ve just skipped the movie and gone straight to the extreme.” Su Lin turned his gaze away. “What thoughts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaguya pointed at herself. “Am I not incredibly resilient?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then?” Su Lin spread his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaguya said, “Master Zhong also has high defense and is incredibly resilient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, roughly…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lin crossed his arms and fell into thought—after all, both shield and HP were thick, with built-in healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pizi Long is also incredibly resilient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being betrayed by Chen Nan’s entire family during his first rebellion against heaven, he still survived, reincarnated as a dragon—his life force is truly stubborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What exactly are you trying to say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m done being human.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect. Condition stable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lin made his diagnosis and waved to leave—better to avoid internal demons and tell a Tunshizhe  joke instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe everyone in the group is just one of the last survivors—that’s why we’re all gathered together?” Kaguya smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at Yagumo Yurin, then swept her gaze over Meiling, who had just arrived at the shrine, her face sour and fists itching for a fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Even if Gensokyo is destroyed, you won’t die. Even if the outside world and the entire universe reach their end, you will be the only one who survives.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[If a disaster arises where even the people of Hōrai cannot survive, they’ll surely leave the chance to live to you…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling those offhand words spoken during idle chats with the Sage of Monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe everyone in the group isn’t the strongest, but they’re all as incredibly resilient as I am.” She remained silent on the surface, merely waving a greeting, but continued messaging Su Lin:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For example, Ge Xiaolun has incredible recovery; Han Li and Li Changshou are masters of survival; oh, Song Shuhang dies often, but he always survives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Irene is also quite formidable—she constantly grows stronger and finds paths to survival whenever danger strikes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Without the chat group, the vanished Lu Mingfei could still survive across countless worlds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lin’s expression froze. Slowly, he turned his head toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps in the Marvel universe, which was heading toward destruction, Loki was the one who survived. In that case, I’m the one who survived after Gensokyo’s end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaguya tilted her head with a cheerful smile. “Very similar, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enough. Shut up. Stop talking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lin pressed his palm to his forehead—this was exactly the kind of thing that would make his hard-won anxiety flare up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I suggest you go outside more, and stop consuming so many dark, depressing works. Those guys’ future people are always watching your screen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a blind spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaguya thought for a moment. “Perhaps it’s a more distant future, or an inaccessible layer—or maybe it’s the past as depicted in the movie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amiinos!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.” Su Lin’s face stiffened. “You’d better not mention this in the group.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Kaguya frowned, her fingers pausing mid-typing in the chat group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lin looked again at Klyne within the rift of history. “He really might get eliminated by the others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this very moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klyne, hidden within the rift of history, suddenly felt impending doom—as if a dark cloud had settled over his head—only for it to vanish the next second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Klyne: “?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do you think I won’t follow superstition and say you’re marrying into the Eternal Pavilion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master,” Toyohime looked at the two who hadn’t spoken a word but seemed to be communicating through glances and body language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We misunderstood about the wedding—but is what’s written in the newspaper really false?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yagumo Yurin fell silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More real than gold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fake! All of it’s fake!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who says it’s fake? My dice never lie!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So hilarious~~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding ding dong dong, hua la la\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside them, the Moonfolk soldiers, grouped in fours, were playing mahjong at tables, simultaneously pushing up their single eyepatches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them grinned, revealing eight perfectly aligned teeth. “Big Sister Toyohime, when do we return to the Moon Capital to deliver the good news?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toyohime: “.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t return yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toyohime and Iki, both simultaneously holding this thought, were pondering how to resolve the current issue—when the laughter and noise around them abruptly fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This feeling of being detached from history…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kaguya?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Moon King’s order has been issued. Refusing it will be troublesome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaguya looked at Toyohime and smiled. “Are the two elder sisters troubled?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you found a new patron and come here to mock us?” Toyohime frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your inner nature is still as vile as ever,” Iki’s gaze grew colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You misunderstand. I only wish to ask Big Sister Toyohime for a favor. In return, I will obediently return with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither answered—they were merely on guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Moon Princesses, their relationship was poor and communication rare, especially since Kaguya’s actions had kept their beloved teacher, Yagumo Yurin, from returning to the Moon Capital for a thousand years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry. It’s a simple matter for Toyohime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kaguya tucked both hands into the sleeves of her pink kimono; her bangs swayed gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could you return to the Moon Capital, go to the Guanghan Palace where Chang’e resides, and retrieve something for me from the mortar used by the Moon Rabbit to pound medicine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone steps were covered in moss; each slab bore grooves carved by rainwater erosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Meng Qi rode his ox back to the shrine, it was already evening; along the way, he encountered several curious yao who had come to gawk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you been drained by some wild ghost or yao?” Su Lin glanced curiously at Meng Qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched a bronze tablet heavily rusted with age, yet he himself looked gaunt, his brow heavy with exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Had it not been for another entanglement of karmic threads, I wouldn’t have gone to the Heavenly Realm to seek information.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of immortals in the Heavenly Realm is scarce. Celestials are divided into several types, some even ascended as ghosts, most having severed the Seven Emotions and Six Desires—like an old cadre’s retirement home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did find some celestials who loved books, but after much searching, information about the “gods” was vanishingly scarce—less than what you’d learn from listening to Bai Ze Huiyin’s history lecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Taigong Wang didn’t fully understand how to use the Shen Shen Biao’s collection function.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Divine Enfeoffment in this world never opened; the Mythic Age quietly ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How lively…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the majority of the Jialeidi  Servant army had been placed in a small world, the shrine, now folded and expanded, still gathered a crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were unfamiliar faces; others were family and friends brought by group members in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since this was a formal occasion, the cave heavens and small worlds required protective arrays against drunken violence and slaughter—so many assistants were needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How will food be arranged?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The celestial chefs have arrived, and we’ve borrowed a variant of Emiya Shirou from Alaya. If all else fails, we can buy pre-made dishes from the Multiverse City.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The total number of heroic spirits across all of civilization’s history is still absurdly excessive, yet only one Emiya Shirou possesses the culinary skill that causes people to strip, hallucinate, and develop gourmet cells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But these past two days, they’ve all been eating from their own warship’s giant pots, so it’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why is Emiya Shirou like this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In response to Su Lin’s words, Meng Qi pointed at Emiya Shirou—his face withered, his entire body drained of color, as if burned out, even Iriya’s attempts to tempt him with mana replenishment drew no reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought he cooked for all the heroic spirits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That one…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lin’s eyelid twitched, then he fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led Meng Qi into the Bōrei Shrine, covered by a barrier obscuring its interior. As they stepped over the third crossbeam of the vermilion torii, space rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me a serving of steamed phoenix claws, braised green dragon segments, stir-fried fire sparrow tongues, roasted tiger waist meat, stir-fried wild ox tripe, stewed phoenix liver, clear-simmered hundred-flower sparrow, braised transformed lightning calamity clouds, sweet-and-sour heart demon obsessions, chilled forgetfulness water, cold-mixed fate grass, dry-fried flowers of the other shore—sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii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Hao sucked on the meat of an unknown fierce beast’s leg bone, then handed a pre-drawn menu to the immortal chef whose gaze was even more hollow than that of the puppet Ruhua.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me,” said the blue Saber of the Artoria Legion, wiping her lips and grabbing Ruhua beside her: “I’d like the same, plus a black pepper steak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s black pepper? Sounds good—add me one.” Shi Hao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same for me!” Yu Youzi raised her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From three directions, they formed a tripod stance; the mountains of food and plates blocked each other’s view, yet one could hear what dishes were being called out, and others would promptly order the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackling!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the kitchen’s tiny paradise, Archer Emiya suddenly knelt, his overburdened spiritual foundation collapsing into ether particles that dispersed into the air: “This is hell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Emiya?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eyes of Bie Xue Xianji and others held envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn! So Beibi  to run first!” Qianzi Cunzheng’s face turned pale, but soon golden radiance erupted from his body: “Phew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The excitement in his eyes had barely ignited when his body stabilized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does this old man have Battle Continuation?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair returned; wails echoed through the kitchen of hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Lin explained to Meng Qi, whose eyebrow twitched wildly: “That one outside is the lunch that got scrapped; these inside are the dinner dishes just brought up. They were originally looking for Huai Shi—oh, Huai Shi, you’re back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please pretend you didn’t see me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huai Shi’s legs trembled uncontrollably; seeing the speed and manner in which the food vanished exceed the limits of his vision, a thought flashed through his mind: maybe freezing was a decent option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at Emiya Shirou, who was attempting to revive a magical artifact, shifted his target, tiptoed, suppressed his aura, and crept step by step toward Lu Mingfei’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Xiao Yinghua, I heard— are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Mingfei’s eyes held an unresolvable gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huai Shi felt that despite Lu Mingfei sitting amid a bustling, radiant scene, bathed in countless immortal lanterns and spiritual flames, he looked like a rotten orange soaked in a downpour, the streetlamp above only revealing his disgrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how to comfort him; he tried to imagine himself in Lu Mingfei’s situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he’d pop champagne to celebrate unlocking the White Emperor’s Gonglve  option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huai Shi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not thinking anything weird!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huai Shi snapped to attention: “Senior, you still need to look forward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look forward? That bastard used my name to take out a cultivation loan, Spirit Stone Wuyou , Sky-Blocking Gold Bars, Yu Xiao Man, and even activated password-free payment for divine and demonic beatings!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Mingfei lifted his head, offering a bitter smile: “They say the entire bill is charged to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This isn’t just some ordinary bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Huai Shi felt his own eighteen years hadn’t been so miserable. He pulled a gift box from his pocket and handed it to Lu Mingfei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A small token—congratulations on your wedding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a set of the Nordic lineage’s Eternal Cards—the limited edition version.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for how he got them, the bitch said she’d asked some old friends for a special release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reversed King of Gods—Odin?” Lu Mingfei stared at the top card, bewildered—a black-haired, one-eyed girl with golden eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huai Shi: “?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. This is—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huai Shi tried to explain, but he realized Lu Mingfei was already saying: “This should fetch a good price, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shit. A sense of role reversal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huai Shi decided to let Lu Mingfei cool off alone; he needed rest too. Every second on the way back had been spent in high alert, fearing the next moment someone would bang on the door shouting, “Open up, Astral Society!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now he didn’t have to worry—he’d taken the whole house with him when he ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Sister didn’t lie to you or screw you over this time, did she? Sister’s even yours body and soul—why are you still so suspicious of me? It hurts.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know it’s “this time”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huai Shi stared blankly for a long while, then finally let out a breath, ignoring the possibility that the crow might have dug a trap for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere at the Hakurei Shrine was now pleasant; spirit girls and shrine maidens kept arriving, easing his tense nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect for pulling out the Universal Communication Tablet and livestreaming a performance to restore his energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Location: Hakurei Shrine\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Piece: “Flowers Bloom Brilliantly, Then Scatter”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The melodious tune drifted, soft music rising; Huai Shi sank into the 2D world, unaware the song had drawn many glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the song ended, three little girl spirits appeared before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Three Spirit Sisters—the Prezumliba Sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to form a band with us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What band?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Shanghai Alice Phantom Band!”\u003C\u002Fp>",2355,"2026-06-20T04:17:33.470Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d29b295183699492cbb7cbf9fbf722fb7351ff11a14e2c1e5d7946f64cf73027","i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-703","i-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-chapter-701",720,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-the-system-protagonist-joined-a-cross-dimensio-cover.jpg"]