[Why apologize to Emi again?]
[There was an episode before where she apologized for no reason too.]
[Did I miss some hidden apology point?]
The bullet chats noticed Makino Yuzuha apologizing for Jiang Jian Yue’s rampage the previous night, but their attention was quickly diverted by Makino Yuzuha’s Chinese adoptive parents and the topic of her changing her surname.
[Lin Yuzuha.]
[Actually, yeah.]
[Long-term vision.]
[Huh?]
[100 million Yen?]
[A small goal.]
[Kinky.]
[Doesn’t matter, Emi will take action.]
[She’s really… I’m crying.]
[Eh? For a lifetime?]
[Is this turning into an idol show?]
[Kaori, why are you so smug? She’s your love rival!]
After Makino Yuzuha gave her fanatical fan declaration, the bullet chats only reacted after seeing Saori Saiyonji’s question:
[Right, isn’t this a girl idol group?]
Not quite.
[I didn’t even realize it just now.]
[I’ve already subconsciously started thinking of Peach-chan as a girl.]
[Wait, so it’s not a girl?]
[Actually, in reality, there are girl idol groups with a “femboy” mixed in.]
The camera cut to Southern Cross’s practice room.
Mizuki Hoshi was clearly unable to keep up with the dance moves of the other four, and she was sweating profusely from nervousness.
The arrival of the Supernatural Club members saved her.
[This girl with long black hair is so cute.]
[You won’t think she’s cute in a moment.]
[No spoilers!]
Jiang Jian Yue pursed her lips.
‘Could it be… the production team is going to show Mizuki Hoshi’s “original form”?’
The conversation between the two characters occupied this segment, mostly concerning the matter of Mizuki Hoshi being targeted by a “stalker.”
During this, a scene was inserted where Saori Saiyonji asked Kazuki Hanatsubame about incense.
Because it was somewhat abrupt, it seemed like the scene was deliberately pointing out the “incense.”
Jiang Jian Yue found it quite memorable.
Afterward, Mizuki Hoshi was lured out and surrounded by drones, and Jiang Jian Yue descended from the sky like a bolt of lightning.
[It’s confirmed, Emi’s ability is Copy.]
[There was a Soviet guy in the OVA who could do this.]
[With this kind of ability, you’re either the protagonist or a villain—and a very troublesome one at that.]
[Stop being a hater. Kakashi isn’t a villain either.]
[Kakashi isn’t as good as Emi.]
[Hard to say.]
[Are we comparing power levels across different series again?]
The anime didn’t show how she knew about Mizuki Hoshi’s situation, but in the end, Mizuki Hoshi still exposed her true form as a fat guy.
[!]
[My god!]
[???]
[What a shocking ending!]
‘What kind of logic is Chongzhong using to edit these videos?!’
Jiang Jian Yue asked Kokoro in her mind, attempting to bait some information out of the riddler.
However, the other party didn’t reply.
‘Hmph, playing the “cold and aloof” card again.’
The final segment before the ED concluded with Makino Yuzuha falling asleep while full of longing for “idol life.”
[I want more, I want more!]
[There’s more after the ED.]
Jiang Jian Yue dragged the progress bar past the ED, finding a small post-credit scene.
On the screen, Nikolai, the “Emergent Body” who appeared in the OVA, showed up on a bustling street in Tokyo.
He saw the GSAC promotional video playing on a Great Screen, and a glimmer flashed in his eyes.
“Interesting, interesting…”
“When GPRI was still around, there was nothing this interesting happening!”
Chapter 12 ended.
Jiang Jian Yue opened Penguin and found that her private message window had been bombarded.
Everyone was asking her about living with Yuki Asahi.
Even the group was still chatting about it.
[If you ask me, we’ll see J Chu coming to the group soon to ask what to do about a pre-marital pregnancy.]
‘How is that possible!’
[I have experience with this. Just take the child and run.]
‘This isn’t some “chasing the wife at a crematorium” drama!?’
[Seriously though, do you guys think J Chu has actually undergone female fall?]
[We already discussed this. J Chu has already awakened the “female” in her heart.]
Jiang Jian Yue didn’t refute this point, or rather, she lacked the strength to.
She did indeed like Yuki Asahi.
But the term “female fall” sounded way too unpleasant.
“Don’t talk about me behind my back!”
[Wow, J Chu is indeed lurk-watching.]
[A character fan group isn’t allowed to talk about the character? That’s invincible.]
[This is an Emi fan group. The one who should get out is you, right?]
‘When did this actually become a fan group, dammit!’
[@JA-Wife, when you have sex on a desk, can you record it and let us watch?]
“Get lost!”
[@JA, speaking of which, what’s the deal with Mizuki Hoshi?]
‘Someone is actually discussing the plot!’
Jiang Jian Yue was a bit shocked.
Jiang Jian Yue explained Mizuki Hoshi’s ability to the group members.
Subsequently, the chat records were spread all over the forums—the rumors were leaking again!
[@JA J Chu, J Chu, have you had sex with Yuki yet?]
“Go away.”
[@JA What exactly happened in the middle? Why were there so many skips?]
“How should I know?”
Jiang Jian Yue was immersed in the small group chat, failing to notice that Kokoro hadn’t come out to say anything annoying for a long time.
***
In an alleyway in Tokyo, a young girl sat against the wall.
Wisps of white smoke rose from her body as her flesh and blood rapidly recovered.
The cold rain, mixed with the smell of rust and trash, poured into her nose and mouth.
She curled up in a remote back alley in the Shinjuku Ward, her back against a slippery container.
The wounds on her body were quickly returning to normal.
Strands of white smoke rose from between the JK school uniform she had just stolen—her previous clothes had been so tattered they were completely unwearable.
“Monster…”
She cursed in a low voice, unable to tell if she was talking about herself or this absurd world.
That place called the “Tokushu Jishou Taiou Honbu”… what was the deal with them?
Why was she being hunted by those superpower lunatics so soon after transmigrating?
She had originally wanted to talk things out…
The girl looked up at a corner of the night sky between the buildings.
‘Sigh, why didn’t I get the original body’s memories when I transmigrated?’
‘Jiang Jian Yue… does she have the same name as me?’
The adrenaline was receding.
Cold, hunger, and extreme fatigue surged in like a tsunami.
She had to find a place.
A place to hide from the rain, gather information, and figure out “who I am” and “where I am.”
“Ugh…”
A sickening sound of dry heaving came from the entrance of the alley.
The girl instantly tensed her body, clenching her fists.
A middle-aged man in a rumpled suit, carrying a briefcase, was leaning against the wall, panting heavily with a flushed face.
He was clearly drunk; the heavy smell of alcohol was easily detectable from several meters away.
The man seemed to want to relieve himself in the alley, but he didn’t expect to look up and lock eyes with a pair of eyes glowing with an eerie red light in the darkness.
“…Whoa!”
Half-sobered by fear, the man stumbled back two steps.
“G… God?”
he muttered unclearly.
“No…”
The man squinted his cloudy eyes.
Using the streetlights at the alley entrance, he saw the girl’s miserable state—her ash-gray hair was wet and plastered to her face, her school uniform was soaked, she was barefoot, and she was covered in mud.
“…A God-waiting girl?”
He muttered to himself, the panic on his face turning into sorrowful pity.
The girl maintained a defensive stance and didn’t speak.
“Sigh…”
The man let out a long sigh.
He didn’t approach; instead, he fumbled around in his briefcase for a long time and pulled out a neatly folded jacket.
“My name is Sato.”
He tossed the jacket onto a slightly drier step between them.
“I’m a failed insurance salesman. My wife ran off with my daughter.”
He let out a boozy hiccup and laughed to himself.
“Look at me, talking about this to a little girl who ran away from home.”
He pointed at the jacket.
“Put it on, or you’ll catch a cold. Though, looking at you… you probably don’t care about catching a cold anymore.”
The girl watched him.
There was no threat from this man, only the fatigue of being crushed by life and the stench of alcohol.
“I didn’t run away from home,”
the girl spoke, her voice incredibly raspy.
“I don’t have a home.”
Sato’s movements froze.
The drunken look on his face completely vanished.
“…I see.”
He remained silent for a long time, irritably scratching his thinning hair.
“Dammit… what is this world coming to.”
He pulled a key from his pocket.
“My house is in the building right ahead. My daughter’s room… is still empty. There’s hot water.”
Seeing the girl’s wary gaze, he raised both hands.
“I swear, I won’t do anything to you. I just… I just don’t want to see you on the morning news tomorrow.”
The girl gazed into his eyes.
He was a stereotypical Japanese salaryman.
There was no lust in his eyes, only numbness and a trace of sympathy amplified by the alcohol.
“Thank you.”
She stood up and grabbed the jacket.
“My name is Cuiyue.”
***
Sato’s apartment was indeed small and messy, with the air smelling like a mix of instant curry and cigarettes.
Inside the daughter’s room, there was a scent of dust; it had clearly not been used for a long time.
The room was tiny, containing a single bed, a bookshelf, and an old desktop computer.
She immediately locked the door.
Her tensed nerves finally relaxed, and she almost collapsed into the computer chair.
Cuiyue didn’t go to shower first.
Instead, she immediately pressed the power button on the computer.
Since things had come to this, she might as well check out the new anime on Ruizhan… no, first she needed to scout the situation of this world.
She constantly browsed the internet, looking for differences between this world and her original one.
Tokushu Jishou Taiou Honbu, the Ikebukuro Monster Incident, the GPRI assassination incident, the Superpower Awakening event…
She even started searching for her own name—she tried both Emi and Jiang Jian Yue, but there was no useful information.
Dawn Resources Group…
Cuiyue’s heart skipped a beat.
She felt this name had an inexplicable attraction.
She began searching for more information regarding the DRG.
GSAC—Global Superpower Arena Challenge, the grand prize is 10 billion Yen!
An extremely flashy official website opened up.
In the promotional video, flames, frost, telekinesis… all sorts of “superpowers” comparable to Hollywood special effects were showcased in turns.
It didn’t seem like some small-scale gimmick.
An indescribable throb welled up from deep within her chest.
It wasn’t excitement, but rather… an instinctual attraction.
It was as if the competition itself was calling to her.
‘Why would this body react to a competition?’
She didn’t know where this feeling came from, but it was incredibly strong.
GSAC…
She found the [Participant Registration] button.
Click to redirect.
Name, age, ability description…
She couldn’t use “Jiang Jian Yue.”
The organization called Tokushu Jishou Taiou Honbu was an official Japanese government organization.
Since they had attacked “Jiang Jian Yue,” she was definitely an enemy of the Japanese government.
She looked at her blurry reflection on the screen—ash-gray hair, blood-red pupils… and huge breasts.
A completely new, strange version of herself.
Name: Cuiyue
Ability Description:
[Wanhua]
She pressed the “Submit” button.
The page refreshed: [Registration successful. Please proceed to the designated location within three days to complete “Ability Certification.”]
Cuiyue turned off the monitor, and the room returned to darkness, save for the faint glow of the city outside the window.
She finally had a goal.
She stood up and walked toward the bathroom.
Take a hot shower, and then… get a good night’s sleep.
Tomorrow, the life of “Cuiyue” would begin.
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