As an anime fan, Zhou Yu has a huge collection of figures at home. But when a flash of green light passed by, all his figures came to life.
“Nero, Tamamo-no-Mae, stop fighting. There’s no Hakuno Kishinami here.”
“And Mordred, stop stabbing Artoria. It’s a real pain to repair her.”
“And Herrscher of the Void, stop summoning those ten-centimeter Honkai beasts. One slap would crush the things. What do you mean, ‘Stupid humans’? Come on, it’s a tiny little thing.”
“Oh my god, what did I ever do to deserve this? I should’ve bought life-size figures. Why is this happening to me?!”
Looking at the tiny figures wandering all over his little hundred-square-meter room, Zhou Yu felt his head was about to explode. What had he done to deserve this? He remembered he’d once seen a life-size Yae Sakura figure, but it cost 150,000, and he couldn’t afford it.
“My ordinary life is never going to be the same again. I should’ve bought some male figures. What did I ever do to deserve this?” Zhou Yu gazed at his home with tears streaming down his face, feeling like his head was about to burst.
