Things Went Awry After I Played a Sword

Recently, the hardworking Government of Time began receiving one alarm after another. Records of multiple Honmaru appearing out of nowhere left them stunned. - Swords dismantled at random, sent into battle while moderately wounded around the clock, a level-one new sword sent out alone, dying without treatment, deliberately breaking swords, destroying their own Honmaru... Each line of the records was more alarming and horrifying than the last. Government of Time: (curses) Our government’s good name! Investigate! I want complete files on all these Honmaru within three minutes! The players who had somehow transmigrated here had something to say about that. “We really were just playing a game before!” * Lin Zhu was brought in by the world’s consciousness to work under these circumstances. To earn the players’ trust and send them back to their original world, he decisively chose to don the secret identity most likely to win their favor: that of a sword. The good news: the players really did take a liking to his secret identity. The bad news: the other swords took a liking to it, too. Lin Zhu stood protectively in front of the confused player, who was being treated as an enemy, sword in hand and expression grave. How could he explain to the real sword warriors glaring at him that he hadn’t been brainwashed or controlled by the player, and that this Honmaru wasn’t the so-called Dark Honmaru? The master (player) had their reasons. It was all a misunderstanding! Sword warriors: Keep talking. We’re listening. (smile) P.S. The players’ Honmaru are purely data. No sword warriors are harmed in this story. Theme: Clear up misunderstandings and live well.