My Chat Group is Just Too Strange

Personally, I think the main reason for the drop in subscriptions is that the protagonist of the mixed world arc is too unpleasant, lacking any eccentric or manic qualities, and the amnesia theme is a bit too eccentric. Especially since viewers in the tokusatsu section were recently kept awake at night by a certain amnesiac Guan Yu, causing them to subconsciously trigger PTSD whenever they see amnesia, so they all left.

It's over! The author of FGO has been betrayed by the official team. Now the final chapter is out, and the entire Chaldea is the biggest Lostbelt. The old director, that madman, wants to destroy the world. The doctor was clearly fooled. The old director spoke the truth in every sentence, but he didn't say anything completely. How could the doctor possibly understand that the guarantee of humanity meant bleaching the entire universe, leaving only Earth? And at that time, the doctor only had one android and couldn't see that the old director, this madman, had a unique understanding of humanity. The old director witnessed Olga Marie being thrown into Chaldea and dissected time and time again. Lev didn't expect that there was something inside Chaldea. The director was thrown in and was directly identified as an alien by the pseudo-humans inside, and dissected again and again. The old director thought it was quite interesting. He didn't save the director and watched him being dissected like that, and even took pride in it. So, the backlighting in FGO's music is the director being dissected again and again under the operating lights.

The story of the mysterious wooden man and the tale of how I was clearly invincible but insisted on following the plot and showing off are all too old-fashioned. Some parts are well-written, while others are quite boring. They could have easily overturned the table, but instead, they waste time with some inexplicable concerns.

Author, please clarify: This is supposed to be a clone story, but all the characters who transmigrate are male protagonists, or mainly male supporting characters, right? None of them transmigrate as women, yet each world has a main character. This book also has multiple female leads, so isn't that self-deception? Your book is also like other breakup stories where the protagonist transmigrates as a woman and there's only one male lead who marries himself. Your book is all male, but each world has a female lead. Isn't that self-cuckolding? Or did it become a clone later on? I just wanted to ask, it's still readable, this doesn't affect anything, but I wanted to clarify.

Please, author, the protagonist must shout out the name of the attack when piloting the super robot!

Just one question: Will Otto and Karen end up together?

"So, you really are Artoria?" Mo Wang glanced at the ahoge-haired king in front of him, who was dressed in a black maid outfit, and finally asked with some uncertainty. "Who else could it be?" Artoria looked at Mo Wang with some anger. "That's a bit hard to say." Don't forget to think about it: there are already so many Artorias in Chaldea, who knows which one is in front of you? Well, with that face, it could be Jeanne d'Arc, Mordred, or even Souji or Nero. Upon hearing this, Artoria wrinkled her nose slightly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She didn't argue anymore, but instead plopped down on the chair next to Mo Wang in a huff, the leather seat making a slight protest. Her emerald eyes glanced to the side, refusing to look at him, but her slightly flushed cheeks and the gentle rise and fall of her snow-white neck with her breath betrayed that she was not truly angry. Looking at her unusually childlike appearance, Mo Wang swallowed back the words he was about to say and could only let out a helpless sigh. He shook his head, refocused his attention on the thick stack of documents on the table, picked up his pen, and his brows quickly furrowed again. Time slipped away amidst the scratching of pens and the barely audible breathing of the two. Mo Wang's expression grew increasingly pained, almost to the point of tearing his hair apart. Just then, a strand of golden hair gently brushed against his arm. Artoria had somehow moved closer, leaning forward slightly, her gaze fixed on the documents he was reviewing. She read quickly, her slender fingers casually flipping through a few pages of the parts Mo Wang had already processed. Then, she slowly said in a cool voice, "The data in this document is a little unreasonable. The integration of resources should be more centralized. Also, it would be dangerous to put Servants with strong combat abilities together with those who are not very cooperative." Mo Wang suddenly turned her head, staring intently at Artoria, who was standing right in front of her. That burning gaze made the young queen, who had just been pointing out the problem with a serious expression, instantly uncomfortable. She subconsciously shrank back, and her fair cheeks flushed even more deeply at a visible speed. "You..." Mo Wang exclaimed in disbelief, as if he had discovered a new continent. "You can actually do this?" Upon hearing this, Artoria's eyebrows immediately shot up, her previous embarrassment replaced by displeasure: "What are you saying! I am, after all, King Arthur of Britain, ruling a country and handling these political and military affairs. How could I possibly be completely incompetent!" "Oh—" Mo Wang drawled, revealing a look of sudden realization, but the probing look in his eyes was even stronger. His gaze swept over her from head to toe without any politeness—over the tuft of hair that trembled slightly with its owner's emotional excitement, over the black maid outfit that accentuated her slender waist, so different from her usual armor, and over her posture that made her look even more serious as she straightened her back. His gaze was so sharp that Artoria felt extremely uncomfortable under his stare. Her hands, resting on her knees, unconsciously clenched into fists, her fingertips curling slightly. Her gaze wandered, and even the roots of her ears turned pink. She no longer had the composure she had when pointing out the problem; instead, she felt like she was sitting on pins and needles. Mo Wang shook his head, his mischievous smile growing even wider. He deliberately dragged out his words, saying slowly, "It's nothing, I just didn't expect... That the mighty King Arthur, the legendary monarch who commanded thousands of troops, would dress like this... Hmm, quite unique." With a "boom," all her embarrassment instantly ignited, transforming into a raging inferno. Artoria could no longer contain herself; she abruptly stood up and slammed her hand angrily onto the table beside her! "Bang!" The solid wood tabletop emitted a muffled thud and began to vibrate violently. "It's not like I wanted to dress like this!" Artoria said, unable to contain her embarrassment and indignation. However, the consequences of this angry blow were immediate. The pot of black tea and the bone china plate with delicate desserts that she had just placed on the table, intending to enjoy them later, were shaken and slid off the edge of the table. "Crack—Snap!" The teapot and saucer shattered on the floor with a crisp cracking sound. Deep red tea splashed everywhere, inevitably spilling onto her black maid outfit, quickly leaving a dark, wet stain. But Artoria didn't even have time to glance at her disheveled clothes. Her gaze, filled with an almost heartbroken expression, was fixed on the small cookies that had rolled to the ground with the broken plate, stained with tea and shards of porcelain. "Ah..." She let out a short, regretful gasp. Immediately afterward, to Mo Wang's astonishment, the knight king who had just been so aggressively slamming his fist on the table suddenly squatted down without hesitation. With swift movements, he precisely picked up a few biscuits that had survived the mess and looked relatively clean, and as if afraid of being snatched away, quickly stuffed them into his mouth. She puffed out her cheeks and chewed carefully, a pained expression on her face, as if spilling tea and getting her clothes dirty were minor matters, and only these sacrificed desserts were the real, irreparable loss. Faced with such a scene, one can't help but feel somewhat speechless. "So what exactly are you here for? Are you here to cause me trouble?" Looking at the documents on the table that were already soaked, Mo Wang picked them up with disgust and then dried them. Thankfully, this is black tea, not milk tea. Otherwise, he would have beaten that idiot so badly today that he would have screamed in pain. Mo Wang was drying the documents when he looked up and saw Artoria still squatting there, holding half a cookie between her fingers, her blue eyes glistening with tears, looking at him with a pitiful expression. The single ahoge (cowlick) drooped listlessly, trembling slightly as she sniffed. "It's all because of you," she mumbled softly, her voice choked with barely perceptible sobs, muffled by crumbs of biscuits. "Me?" Mo Wang raised an eyebrow, putting down the file. "What did I do? Did I tell you to slam your fist on the table and spill the snacks?" "No, it's not that!" Artoria suddenly looked up, her cheeks puffing out like a squirrel stuffed with pine nuts, but her eyes held a rare mix of anxiety and unease. "It's because of you... And Chaldea! Chaldea... There are too many 'me's' now!" She became more and more agitated as she spoke, and simply stood up, ignoring the tea dripping from her skirt, and began pacing around the room, her fingers nervously twisting together. "That damn guy! He's always chasing me around with his beam cannon, saying he's going to wipe out the 'Saber faces'! Lily and Caster… they don't know anything at all, they're so naive it's worrying!" She spoke rapidly, as if trying to unleash all her pent-up frustration. "But… but the me with the black gun and the corrupted version of me… the way they look at you… their way of looking at you…" Her words came to an abrupt halt, and two blushes rose on her cheeks, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. She glared at Mo Wang fiercely, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "And Xiao Mo! That unfilial son!" Artoria's voice was filled with gritted teeth. "She actually… she actually dared to…" She wanted to say "steal," but the word was too shameful and stuck in her throat. Finally, as if she had exhausted all her strength, her voice lowered, carrying a hint of panic that she couldn't bring herself to say: "Even Sister Wang... Although she hasn't said anything yet, you helped her rebuild that 'Unbreakable Camelot'... Even I... Even I think..." She couldn't continue. That magnificent Camelot, which surpassed her dreams, was created by this seemingly unserious guy in front of her. The thought of this made her heart soften, and a strange heat surged through her body, making her feel both embarrassed and angry, as well as... A flutter of indescribable excitement. Sometimes she was really angry at their lack of ambition. How could those guys, those "herself", and Xiao Mo and Sister Wang have fallen for Mo Wang, this carefree guy who always liked to tease people? But as soon as the thought popped into her head, images from the depths of her memory—images of him "fishing" her out with all sorts of shady methods—uncontrollably surfaced. Perhaps it was his seemingly casual yet precise support in a moment of crisis, or his focused profile as he worked late into the night on official business, or perhaps it was just the mischievous yet inexplicably reassuring look in his eyes when he handed her her favorite pastry... Back then, wasn't I the same way? Step by step, beneath his carefree exterior, I saw something deeper, and then... Then it was like sinking into soft swamp, unable to break free anymore? The thought of this made Artoria feel weak all over, almost unable to stand. That familiar feeling of powerlessness and inexplicable attraction that she only felt when facing him surged up again, making her both annoyed and... Unable to resist. She stopped, her back to Mo Wang, her shoulders heaving slightly, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly, a mixture of boundless grievance and self-abandonment: "They... They all... They were all looking at you like that! Can't I... Can't I feel a little... A sense of crisis?!" The moment Artoria finished speaking, as if she had used up all her courage, she turned around abruptly and was about to rush out the door. The hasty retreat of that figure carried a hint of fleeing in panic. However, before she could take a step, her wrist was firmly grabbed from behind. "Huh?" Artoria let out a short gasp, and before she could react, an irresistible force suddenly pulled her away! In a dizzying moment, she fell backward uncontrollably, landing solidly in a warm and firm embrace. The familiar scent, carrying the aroma of sunshine and a faint smell of paper, instantly enveloped her. She looked up in surprise, meeting Mo Wang's face, which was inches away from hers. He With his head down, the familiar wicked smile on his face was more pronounced than ever before, and his eyes gleamed with a playful yet dangerous light. "Even at this point," Mo Wang's voice was low and slightly hoarse, his breath warm against her sensitive earlobe, "you still want to run away?" "You... You let me go!" Artoria struggled, her cheeks flushed red as if they were about to bleed, her heart pounding like a drum. But the arms binding her were like iron hoops, unmoving. What made her even more ashamed and indignant was that Mo Wang's free hand unceremoniously and with some force directly covered her perky and full buttocks, which were the result of long-term exercise. At this moment, Mo Wang suddenly unleashed his Dragon Claw Hand, attacking the Lion King in front of him. Artoria, not to be outdone, immediately attempted to use [Water Mist] to defend herself. However, the Demon King was so terrifying that he once again used his magic to try to subdue the Lion King. She felt the scorching palms burning against her skin through the thin fabric, sending an indescribable shiver down her spine. Before she could even cry out in surprise, Mo Wang had already changed his move, turning his palm into his fingers and pressing precisely on the soft, numb acupoints near her waist. This was his usual "spear probing acupoints" technique, aimed at disintegrating her core strength. Artoria was not about to sit idly by and wait for her death. Her magical power surged instantly, and she instinctively unleashed the [Wind King Barrier - Body Protection] technique, attempting to use the chaotic airflow to deflect his grip. At the same time, she gathered power in her elbow and slammed it backward, executing the [Round Table Counter] technique from the Knight's Combat Art. Mo Wang seemed to have anticipated this, chuckled, and instead of withdrawing the fingers pressing on her waist, he infused them with a skillful force, like a "dragon entering the abyss," piercing through the Wind King's barrier. His other hand tightened around her charging arm like an iron clamp, twisting it to lock her even more tightly in his embrace, completely interrupting her exertion. "Ugh...!" Artoria groaned, feeling a numbness and weakness in half of her body, her strength suddenly vanishing. But her fighting spirit remained undiminished. A resolute glint flashed in her blue eyes. She forcefully twisted her restrained wrist, her five fingers curving like claws, gathering a faint light, and grabbed at Mo Wang's ribs with her backhand. It was actually an imitation of the starting stance of her rebellious son Mordred's [Little Lion Pounce], only faster and more cunning. "Oh? You've gone astray?" Mo Wang raised an eyebrow, neither dodging nor avoiding, but instead straightening his chest and taking the grab head-on. At the same time, his hand, which had been covering her buttocks, suddenly tightened its grip, his five fingers closing in like a "dragon claw seizing a pearl." A powerful grip and a strange vibration came at the same time, as if to crush her bones, or as if magic was penetrating and disturbing her nerves. Under this double stimulus, Artoria trembled violently, the force of her backhand grab instantly dissipated, and the condensed light dimmed. Her legs went weak, and she could only stand up by Mo Wang holding her arm. The [Wind King Barrier] had long since failed to hold on and quietly dissipated. Mo Wang pressed his advantage, lowering his head to press his forehead against hers, their noses brushing together, their breaths mingling. This seemingly intimate gesture carried an undeniable pressure, like a final ultimatum. The invisible magic emanating from him acted like heavy shackles, firmly enveloping her—his usual method of intimidating with his aura: the Demon King's Pressure. Artoria tried to struggle, attempting a knee strike to create distance, but Mo Wang's leg, which was already waiting, easily blocked her. All her resistance was anticipated, neutralized, and suppressed. Her exquisite swordsmanship and immense magic seemed utterly useless in this close combat and mental battle. Finally, her tense body went completely limp, letting out a sob-like sigh, a mixture of resentment and helplessness, like a declaration of defeat. The stubbornly upright ahoge (cowlick) finally drooped limply, brushing against Mo Wang's forehead. The Lion King was executed. Legend has it that the Lion King, under the fierce onslaught of the Demon King, could only bow down and submit. The storm-like onslaught left the Lion King momentarily disoriented. In the end, he didn't know when it would all end, nor who ultimately won. In short, after midnight, a figure secretly slipped out of the room again and came to the Chaldea Director's room. With a gasp, an even more violent storm began to rage in the room. The painful murmurs gradually turned into YF's voice. Unfortunately, only those present could hear the sound. The next day, without anyone knowing, Mo Wang secretly slipped out of the director's room again and returned to the office. As a result, another gasp from the girls rang out, and the battle resumed once again. This time, the Lion King was finally completely suppressed by the Demon King. A note from the author: P. S.: I've modified the content, and it feels even stranger now. Please take a look. #(Crying)

Should we add a "Mingchao" feature?

Requesting the cover image #(shy)

Will the protagonist pilot Mazinger Z or Getter Robo later on? There are so few mecha novels in China, and when there are, they're mostly about Gundam. Very few people pilot Mazinger Z or Getter Robo; we haven't seen them in works like Eden King or Gundam.