There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: This Chuuni Is Too Cool

"Jinghong, what are you waiting for?"

"Nothing."

In a roadside milk tea shop, a player with ear-length short hair and a Magician dressed like a Magical Girl were drinking milk tea together.

The milk tea was three a cup, with an extra fifty cents for pearls. For seven bucks, the two of them could have a great time.

One of them was Jinghong, the childhood friend who had invited Duan Fei here.

Jinghong was a player whose gender was hard to discern. Their silver, ear-length short hair shimmered in the sunlight, refracting a rainbow of colors at different angles.

It was, in essence, a vibrant, multicolored white.

Even in the game, her features were so exquisite they were breathtaking. The slightly cold corners of her eyes made her seem like an iceberg—so cold and proud, yet so dazzling.

Beside her, the alternative-style Magician, Zhao Baimao, chewed on her straw, gazing adoringly at Jinghong.

"Young Master Jinghong’s beauty is truly peerless. To have been able to summon you, I am truly blessed for three lifetimes."

"Ah, I’m a girl," Jinghong replied practicedly, her eyes fixed on the pedestrians outside.

"That’s weird. When that guy hit on you just now, you clearly said you were a man."

"My gender is rather flexible. It can change freely depending on the situation."

"Then can Young Master become a man for me?"

"No. Don’t even think about it. Not in your next life, either."

"Even a cold Young Master is so cool it’s mesmerizing. It makes my little heart go pitter-patter."

"Then let it beat a few more times. You might not get the chance later."

While casually deflecting Zhao Baimao’s comments, Jinghong carefully scanned her surroundings.

Just as Duan Fei had expected, his childhood friend, Jinghong, had entered the game seven days early.

Not only had she reached Level 10, but she had also unlocked a Profession quest, which would allow her to unlock a Profession.

There were many Professions in this instance. Once you met certain criteria, you would get the requirements to change your Profession. Then, you just had to choose an instance based on that Profession’s requirements.

Although she would never admit it, Jinghong knew that this kind of thing would be much easier with Duan Fei around.

He could always find the most bizarre bugs, exploit them, and produce unbelievable results.

With him here, maybe she could discover more possibilities and reap greater rewards.

’So where is that guy? Why hasn’t he shown up yet?’

"Jinghong, who are you talking about?"

"It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it."

Just then, two people walked into the milk tea shop.

One of them looked dejected, but his clothes were normal, so he was probably a player.

His companion looked to be about twelve years old. Despite his youth, he was utterly arrogant, walking with the characteristic swagger of someone with delusions of grandeur.

Upon entering the shop, the twelve-year-old Magician leaped onto a chair and shouted to the crowd, "Flee, you foolish mortals! The darkness and Chaos lurking within me are about to burst forth! The wrath from beyond the heavens will soon set this place ablaze! I command you, begone!"

The people in the milk tea shop were unmoved.

They just stared at the boy with apathy, silently sipping their milk tea. No one paid him any mind.

After all, one look at his posturing and they knew he was here for the Holy Grail War. There were plenty of people who, upon joining the Holy Grail War, started seeing themselves as the chosen one and had a full-blown case of eighth-grade syndrome.

After all, those with the heart and soul of a chuunibyou think they’re a cut above the rest.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the boy stomped his foot angrily and said to the player beside him, "You, Bystander A! Use your abilities and drive everyone out of here! As the future king, I need a battlefield befitting my royal status! As my servant, this is your duty!"

"And a king’s battlefield is a milk tea shop?" said Bystander A, dressed casually in a white shirt and ripped jeans, his voice tinged with resignation.

"What kind of attitude is that? Are you questioning the future king, the invincible Magician?"

"Not at all, not at all. You’re amazing, you’re noble, you’re great, you’re incredible."

"You are questioning me!"

Shooting Bystander A a vicious glare, the Magician addressed everyone. "So that I can win this war, my father has given me an entire extra month’s allowance. Therefore, if you are willing to leave, I will give one-tenth of it to you."

"So, is your monthly allowance a hundred bucks?" a customer asked with a laugh.

"A hundred bucks? Do numbers under ten thousand even count as money? My monthly allowance is 2.08 million."

The milk tea shop instantly fell silent.

When Bystander A actually took out a briefcase and distributed the cash to everyone, the crowd snapped out of their stupor, offered their thanks, and promptly fled.

Even the shop owner came out to collect a share, then pointed at the shop’s interior and said, "Young master, feel free to fight. If anything gets broken, it’s on me."

"Rest assured. I am the future’s aloof king. A king treats all equally. I will compensate you at triple the price."

"Then you should definitely smash the place up!"

Watching everyone leave one by one, Zhao Baimao was about to go up and collect her share before making a swift exit, but a single look from Jinghong called her back.

Pouting, she watched the departing customers and whispered, "That’s ten thousand bucks, you know. That’s way more than the prize money for winning the war."

"I hate losing."

"Young Master Jinghong’s competitive side is so moe and cute too."

"Piss off."

After everyone had left, Bystander A walked forward with a look of resignation and said to Jinghong, "I don’t really want to fight, but this is the situation. I’m Bystander A, ranked in the game’s top one thousand. I’ve already unlocked a Profession, so I’m not a total nobody, I guess."

"Mm. Jinghong."

"Got it. I’m from the White Tiger Team. For fairness’s sake, I’ll let you have the first three moves."

"Are you sure?"

"I’m su—"

Before Bystander A could finish, Jinghong had already charged forward.

She seized the center line, stepped into his central gate, and unleashed a set of wide, sweeping Hong Fist techniques, continuously bombarding Bystander A.

Hit by the combo, Bystander A thought, ’This is bad!’ He was just about to turn and flee when Jinghong used bizarre footwork to circle around to his side, unleashing another combo.

Even though Bystander A’s Profession was Close Guard, which meant he naturally had a longer health bar and higher damage reduction, he was now beaten to within an inch of his life.

Just as Jinghong’s third wave of attacks was about to land, and Bystander A felt his death was imminent, a wall of fire suddenly erupted, completely separating the two.

The young Magician was holding out his right hand, and on his black glove, a complex Magic Array shimmered with light.

"Not bad. You are very good." The young Magician nodded in appreciation. "To be able to beat my subordinate to such a state, you are a powerful hero indeed. Become my subordinate. You will be the king’s right hand."

Jinghong glanced at the nervous Zhao Baimao, then shook her head. "Not interested."

"A pity. Let’s go, Bystander A. We lost here today. We’ll be back to win another time."

Bystander A walked beside the young Magician, ashamed. "I’m sorry. I lost."

"You don’t need to apologize. Whether it was because you underestimated your enemy or were just careless, none of that matters. Just remember the reason for this failure and make sure it doesn’t happen again. You are the king’s first retainer. You must have the confidence that comes with that position, understand?"

Looking at the young boy, tears instantly streamed down Bystander A’s face.

’This chuuni kid... is so damn cool.’