The Otherworld Genshin Impact? What happened to Cyberteyvat?!

Even though she was wearing shorts instead of a skirt today, the question still remains, she shouldn't have to say anything, right?!

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4:42 p.m.

The hat on her head had been replaced with a white hat with a blue strap. Amber, who was holding the small doll she won in the event, walked with him to the vicinity of the bookstore.

"Really? I've been messing around with you for so long, but nothing has happened."

Amber complained to him with a blush on her face.

Luo Mu was wearing Amber's original knitted hat on his head and holding a paper bag from the clothing store. He smiled and replied:

"This day isn't over yet~"

He looked towards the large bookstore not far ahead on the street.

"Let the thunder of the Pure Land of Dark Night befall those who disrespect you! Princess of Judgment, Fischl-sensei's Live Book Signing Event!"

This is indeed a familiar style.

Luo Mu laughed bitterly.

He originally thought that after becoming a popular light novel writer, Fischl's painting style would change, but it turns out that even the destruction of the world cannot change the second-year syndrome?

"What's that over there? It looks like there are a lot of people."

Following Luo Mu's gaze, Amber also noticed the bookstore covered with various banners and posters.

Even though it was almost dusk, there was still a long queue in front of the bookstore, and it looked very lively.

"How about going over and taking a look?"

Luo Mu took the opportunity to make a suggestion.

"That's all fine, but are you interested in this type of activity?"

Amber looked him up and down with a curious expression.

"What's wrong? Can't I be a dark flame user?"

He covered his left eye with one hand, using his knuckles to cover it hard, while grinning.

"puff."

Amber laughed out loud. "Even if we're talking about a flame user, it should be me, right? Shouldn't you be a wind user or something like that?"

"That seems to be true."

He shrugged.

However, as he watched the bookstore getting closer, he couldn't help but feel excited.

What would Fischl-sensei say...?

Chapter 40 Teacher Fischl: I’m no longer a chuunibyou!

When they arrived at the bookstore, he and Amber did not rush to queue up, but went into the bookstore first.

Although a book signing event was in progress, the bookstore itself was operating normally, so entry and exit were not affected.

Luo Mu even took a beautifully packaged copy of Mr. Fischl's masterpiece from the bookshelf at the door with great interest:

"The Fantasy of the Princess of the Night"

"You want to buy?"

Amber probe.

"It's not expensive anyway."

Although he doesn't know the bonus he got from yesterday's action yet, if it's not enough... then he will ask Eula to borrow money!

He didn't feel any psychological pressure to seek support from a rich woman. After all, there were so many people who wanted to be supported by a rich woman like Eula but couldn't get one.

I just wonder how Eula would react if she knew the money she gave him was used to pay for prostitution...

Well, this matter hasn't even started yet, so let's not think about it for now.

Luo Mu took the book and soon arrived at the signing event, and saw Teacher Fischl as he wished.

"Wow~"

He showed an expression of amazement.

How should I put it...so normal?!

The purple-black dress, although decorated with lace and ruffles, is not as gorgeous as a Gothic dress. It can only be regarded as a more delicate summer dress. Her long golden hair with a shiny luster is draped over her shoulders, which is the most dignified and elegant. When facing the readers, she has a polite smile on her face that makes people feel like spring breeze.

Are you really Fischl, not Fischl's sister or mother or something?!

Luo Mu's expression became more and more strange the more he looked at it.

He seemed to suddenly realize a problem.

Because the characters in the game all have relatively young faces, people don’t feel that their age is an issue. But now Amber is a patrol officer, and Eula is the captain of the serious crime squad, and they are all adults in society.

It's just that since neither of them has changed much in their personalities, it's hard for people to feel there's a problem.

But the Fischl before him…if she was really the real person, then she should be——the adult, working version of Fischl who had gone through her chuunibyou period alone?

Oh no, this really seems to be Fischl-sensei! The world is destroyed, and Chuunibyou has graduated?!

"Does it look good?"

A very gentle and pleasant voice came to his ears.

"Hmm,"

He quickly regained his composure, tilting his head slightly to the side and whispering, "I feel like that's the problem. There's some kind of malice surrounding Teacher Fischl."

"Hmph, really?"

Amber also took a few more glances at Fischl who was signing autographs, but didn't see anything special.

Luo Mu continued his performance meticulously: "If my intuition is correct, this should be the case. Officer Amber, if someone really wants to harm Teacher Fischl, what do you think is the best way and time to take action? You are a professional in this area."

He flattered her quietly.

"Well,"

Amber's attention was indeed diverted. "If we want to take action against this teacher Fischl, the most reasonable plan would be when she leaves and prepares to get in the car."

Amber observed the environment inside the bookstore and continued:

"After all, this is just a bookstore. We can't possibly request strict security just for a light novel writer. If the organizers treat us well, they might arrange a special car to pick us up, but that's all.

"As soon as Mr. Fischl leaves, the backstage area and the parking lot will definitely be isolated from the crowd. However, parking lots in places like this don't have strict security, so it's easy to sneak in.

"Just wait by the car and take action. After the job is done, you can even get in the special car prepared by the organizer and take the people away. People outside won't think there is anything wrong."

Luo Mu, who was just casually picking a topic, was stunned for a moment:

“So professional?”

I was just saying it casually, are you serious about it?

Amber glanced at him and said, "Do you think anyone can be a patrolman? Ordinary public security issues can now be solved with just robotic puppets. You don't think my job is to help old ladies cross the street every day, do you?"

"Uh--"

He looked a little embarrassed.

To be honest, he hadn't realized before that the patrolmen in Mond were completely different from the patrolmen he had in mind.

Luo Mu wisely chose to change the subject:

"In that case, what about us—?"

They exchanged a look and gestured.

Golden partners, let’s go!

……

Afternoon 5: 30

The book signing event officially ended.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Fischl."

The bookstore staff came up to greet us immediately.

"It's okay, everyone has worked hard."

Mr. Fischl, played by Kim Jang-ji, had the aura of a mature member of society and smiled politely at everyone. But having said that, after standing up, Fischl couldn't help rubbing his stiff face.

Laughing too much is really tiring.

My waist hurts from sitting.

"Is Mr. Fischl coming to the dinner?"

"No need for that. I can just go home and eat."

"That's a shame. I guess a lot of people will be disappointed~"

Fischl simply smiled at the joke and walked towards the parking lot with a young female clerk.

All she wanted now was to go home early and collapse on her sofa. As for dinner, she might as well just lie at home and order takeout.

When we arrived at the parking lot, the surroundings suddenly became much quieter.

The nanny car specially arranged by the organizer was parked not far away. Thinking that he would be able to relax soon, Fischl couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But at this time, two young men wearing peripheral T-shirts and sweating profusely emerged from the side of the car.

"Ms. Fischl! Please sign an autograph for us!"

"How did you get in?"

The female clerk was stunned and said something subconsciously, but did not stop the two people from approaching.

The two men, sweating profusely, ran up to Fischl and said breathlessly:

"We were late because of something. We heard that the book signing had just ended, so we had to rush over here! Mr. Fischl, please!"

The two men handed over the books in their hands.

"This……"

The female clerk looked at Fischl.

"It's okay, just take a breath. I'm really happy that you two are so supportive."

Fischl smiled gently and was about to reach out to take the books from the two people.

However, she suddenly heard the elegant voice of her family member.

"Miss, there's something wrong with these two people."

Fischl's expression suddenly froze.

Encountering bad guys was only part of the problem. Fischl was more concerned about the other part... If she wanted to fight the bad guys, she would have to use her skills, and to use her skills...

"Miss, they're getting suspicious. If we don't act now, it might be too late. Shout out your skill name! This is the rule you set. You can't use your skill without shouting it out. And don't forget the pose!"

Fischl, who had always maintained the image of a mature social woman like Kim Jang-ji, saw her expression change from stiffness to shame, and then from shame to anger.

"Why do you have to make me recall such an embarrassing past?!!"

Teacher Fischl cried out in despair as she raised both arms, their arms parallel to each other, leaving only a gap in the middle to reveal her eyes. She raised the fingertips of one hand as high as possible, and made a strange gesture with the other hand, shouting in anger and grief:

"The Great Illusionary Dream, the Myriad Forms, the Eyes of Madness and Judgment, open!!!"

Chapter 41 Police investigate the case!

Under everyone's stunned gaze, Teacher Fischl began her performance.

First, he opened with the "Great Illusion, Myriad Forms, Mad Eyes of Judgment, Open!", then spun around magnificently.

"Night Vision!"

Purple and black colors woven into crow feather wings protected Fischl and the bookstore staff around him.