What does it feel like to transmigrate while cosplaying?
Thanks for asking. I'm in Yokohama, just got off the subway.
I can't reach my friends in the group chat, and the convention venue we agreed on is deserted. The wig and colored contacts have become real. Is that incredibly handsome person in the mirror really me?!
This world is cold and heartless. Only the long sword in my hand brings me a little warmth.
There's nothing one Excalibur can't solve. If one doesn't do the trick, use two.
But...
Looking at the five black skyscrapers standing in the distance, where on earth am I?
A story about someone who cosplays as Saber and transmigrates. The author's headcanon is mountainous, with mountains collapsing and the earth splitting apart. A story written with complete abandon. There are bugs, and there is OOC.
Theme: Cosplay saves the world, and brings warmth
Is it gone? (?_?)
The last article has been updated, it's now my turn, right?
Ah, I really like the old sword, but there is so little writing QAQ
"Black" is a big bug for the author~
Eee! Not enough! Come again?!!
Big, hungry, rice QAQ
No,,, no?! Woo woo woo, madam, I'm hungry, I need some food.
Protagonist (Arthur): Hahaha... There's nothing that one curry stick can't solve, or if so, two!
Damn, please update me. There are so few people writing about old swords these days.
Just watched it, Then it was gone. Pup