Chapter 50
[Author: 1000hade]
[Title: The End of the Shang Dynasty is Approaching…]
It is not polite to mention a VTuber’s reincarnation.
Since she has denied it herself, Believers [Shinja] should pretend not to know.
She may be the Fox God who carries Hoheemi, protects the descendants of Liu Bei, and holds the Imperial Seal [전국옥새], but that’s all we need to know!
-Retro trends bring everything back, so even Daji is returning ㅇㅇ…
-Trends always come full circle.
ㄴThis is too much of a comeback!!!
-Daji-sama simply loves China.
-She just wants to restore the Five Hu Sixteen Kingdoms period.
-Without vast land, China isn’t a great nation—it’s a small country, isn’t it?
-Isn’t it natural for a small country to follow Korea?
-Hey, Pirate’s stream is live. The notice is up.
ㄴWhat is it?
ㄴShe said there won’t be any breaks until she’s back since she plans to stream alone for the next few days.
ㄴCrap, seriously. The channel manager even posted a vacation notice.
ㄴThe manager who never took a break before? For real?
ㄴYeah, seriously…
ㄴSo this is how China falls…
ㄴI’m heading to Pirate’s stream to pay tribute… If I become a fervent supporter, Wakamo-sama will save me.
The current, increasingly weakened President of China, Zhao Heping.
Although he became president right after the catastrophic collapse of the Tower, he is plagued by rebellious declarations of independence and the rampant behaviour of Climbers.
From the U.S.’s unwelcome interference, claiming it’s for peace, to Taiwan capturing even Fujian Province across the sea.
Hong Kong declared its independence, claiming autonomy and liberation from government intervention—and following suit, Xinjiang and Tibet declared independence, boldly leveraging the resources provided by the existence of the Tower.
Even the peninsula of the “small country” was annoying, and Japan mocked the faltering China in the international arena.
Meanwhile, Russia blatantly occupied unclaimed territories, justifying it under the guise of protecting the nation from monsters. What more needs to be said?
This is utterly unacceptable.
It must be stopped.
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“I never imagined the small country’s president would cooperate so willingly. So, did you make contact with the Climbers?”
“Yes… but a guardian accompanied them.”
“Ha… ridiculous. There’s no way a being like Daji truly exists. It must be some trickery from a ‘Legendary Class.’ Climbers already owe loyalty to the nation; it’s disgraceful they pursue only their gains. This darkens the nation’s future.”
The Korean President feared Wakamo.
He believed she was captivating people.
He worried she might reveal her true intentions and attempt to engulf Korea.
Hoping that Chinese Tower Raiders could eliminate her, he humbly pleaded. While he didn’t care about the small nation’s political situation, the Fox Monster’s possession of the [Imperial Seal] held undeniable value.
Originally a Chinese artifact, the very idea that a beast dared to claim ownership was preposterous.
“We’ve placed a bounty of 50 million yuan,” the aide reported.
There was no way reactionary terrorists occupying Sichuan Province could be allowed to ascend as China’s leader.
The terrorists, who idolized anarchism and sought to revert to imperialism, had sufficient motive to disrupt peace and unify China under their supposed mandate.
“In the end, Climbers are just Climbers. A mere 30th-floor conqueror is no match for firearms.”
By disguising the operation as a terrorist attack orchestrated by Collector’s followers, they planned to eliminate the Fox and recover both the Imperial Seal and the Climbers.
“If the mission fails?”
“We’ll ensure it doesn’t. The team is specialized for this task, Comrade Chairman.”
Even if something goes wrong, there’s no risk of exposure.
Plenty of terrorist incidents have been instigated by Climbers rallying citizens in their fight for freedom.
“Manipulate public opinion and prepare propaganda. The [Imperial Seal] is a rightful part of Chinese cultural heritage. A mere small country has no right to possess it.”
“But, Chairman, if by chance she truly is the legendary Daji, what then?”
“Then there will be a worthy adversary. Don’t put stock in such superstitions.”
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“General Secretary awaits Wakamo-sama… Please, I beg you…!”
“I said I’m hungry.”
Wakamo, insisting on being guided to the finest, most expensive restaurant in Shanghai, left the government official unable to refuse.
Opposing her could result in death under the justification of offense. The official resigned himself to the excuse that he was merely following orders and rationalized that security could not oppose overwhelming power.
Despite the official’s efforts to persuade Wakamo about potential dangers and attacks targeting Yu Ying, Wakamo remained nonchalant.
She continued her act until she entered the private room of the luxury restaurant, shielded by soldiers who had been dismissed along the way.
“With shield items in place, we’ll be fine. Additionally, sensory-detection accessories are prepared in case of assassins.”
“It doesn’t matter how many come. Manager, why not eat your fill today? Let’s order as much alcohol as you like.”
“Um…”
“I’m on duty, so I must decline.”
“Whether the assassination attempt will succeed or not isn’t important.”
No one believed it would kill Wakamo. If anything, it would only make her angrier…!!
“If China, cornered to its limit, decided to launch a nuclear strike out of sheer desperation, that would be a catastrophe in itself….”
The manager, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the problem they were entangled in, sighed heavily while watching various Chinese dishes begin to fill the table, swallowing nervously.
Yes, let’s think positively. This is just an overseas trip.
“Manager-sama, this tastes really weird~.”
“Really~? Yu Ying is so talented~ What kind of poison is it?”
“Umm… it tastes like ammonite…? Something metallic and a bit sour? It also has a red scorpion flavor, I think?”
“Hmm~ Manager, do you have poison resistance?”
“….No, I don’t.”
“Then you shouldn’t eat it. Hmm, this one has quite a tangy taste.”
“Cook it! Cook it thoroughly!”
“Aww, okay~ Eat as much as you want~”
“Okay~”
While the manager wore a grave expression, Wakamo and Yu Ying remained calm.
Yu Ying had a poison resistance skill as an Alchemist. Wakamo, on the other hand, was immune to poisons that could kill ordinary humans due to her mana-filled body.
The manager sighed as he watched the food in front of him, discouraged by how unaffected both were.
The glowing earrings on his ears confirmed that poison gas was being quietly introduced into the room.
This quick reaction implied they had been followed from the start.
The intent to kill had been present all along, or it was a testament to the sheer incompetence of the Chinese government.
“Manager-sama,”
Yu Ying, noticing the aura faster than the manager could react, spoke up, prompting Wakamo to rise naturally from her seat and open the private room’s door.
After all, wouldn’t it be a hassle if someone tried to take a hostage?
The moment she stepped into the hallway, a towering figure standing around 1.9 meters tall, clad in what looked like riot gear, lunged at her without so much as an introduction.
“You should at least introduce yourself.”
“Die, you monster!!”
Realizing they could communicate, Wakamo identified the assailant as a Climber.
The Climber’s punch landed squarely on Wakamo’s abdomen.
A Fighter with the achievement of conquering a Tower floor, he took pride in his specialized knuckles designed exclusively for killing Climbers, made from rare metal.
But the moment his fist connected, a sensation of his fingers shattering registered in his brain.
Though his stamina and recovery-based skills allowed him to heal almost instantly, the impact felt as though he had punched a massive, unyielding mountain…!!
Even with his full acceleration and strength, she didn’t budge an inch.
Bzzt──!!
Electricity crackled from the knuckles as the embedded skill activated, flowing high-voltage currents through the Fighter’s fists.
He unleashed a skill enveloped in mana, aiming an uppercut at Wakamo’s jaw.
The killer, specializing in eliminating Climbers, didn’t panic, continuing his relentless assault.
But even when his fist landed on the supposedly vulnerable jaw, Wakamo’s head didn’t so much as tilt, and his arm felt as though it had struck a solid wall.
“Strength can be arrogant… Fighting can arise as long as there’s an opponent.”
In a calm and gentle tone, Wakamo spoke to the assassin while effortlessly absorbing his blows, arms spread wide, without flinching or stepping back.
As doubt crept in—was he under the Fox God’s enchantment?—the assassin smashed his helmet against his face to verify his mental state.
However, he wasn’t under any charm.
The grim and hopeless reality was that she was genuinely just standing there, unmoving.
“When does the preparation begin? Starting without notice… isn’t very courteous, is it?”
Speaking in the polite manner of a noble, Wakamo raised her hand, prompting the assassin to retaliate.
He executed a grappling skill designed to immobilize even Tanks, intending to snap her neck.
But as he exerted all his strength, aiming for his strongest blow, the world seemed to freeze.
A soft sensation touched his back, and he realized he was being lifted into a back hug by a woman much taller than him.
Though he lashed out, elbowing her head, stabbing with boots equipped with blades, and using skills to resist, nothing worked.
Only then did it dawn on him.
From the moment the fight began, Wakamo had never moved from her spot.
“Aren’t you supposed to feel happy when embraced by a beauty?”
Flipping him effortlessly, she held him face-to-face.
The assassin lurking in the shadows stabbed her neck with a crimson blade, while another assassin, camouflaged on the ceiling, pierced her heart with a spear.
Still, Wakamo stood there, unfazed.
As another assassin withdrew a hidden weapon, sending a barrage of spikes into her, she simply tilted her head slightly.
Turning to face the killer whose arms and legs she had sliced cleanly with claws sharper than swords, Wakamo’s fox tail opened its jaws, swallowing him whole and slamming his body into the wall.
“U… ugh…!!”
It’s real…
It’s real─!!!
This isn’t just a Legendary Class that has transformed into a specific species… No, even if that were true, this is no ordinary Climber!!
“Preparation begins!”
With that shout, the thrown sword flew through the air faster than the assassin could catch it.
Wakamo dashed forward, leaving afterimages behind.
The assassin evaded by moving through shadows, created clones, and dodged again, gripping the thrown sword while readying a skill─
Bzzzt─
“[Flame of the Idol]”
With a crackling sound, electricity surged along the blade before erupting into white flames, roaring violently.
The assassin’s arm was engulfed in flames within a second.
Attempting to shout “[Tower Entry]”, the assassin opened their mouth, but Wakamo’s fingers plunged into their throat, silencing them.
“Don’t worry. I’m not particularly fond of cruelty….”
Pushing down with her hand, the assassin’s legs bent backward with a sickening crack, their body collapsing as they trembled uncontrollably.
Closing the distance, Wakamo stepped on the face of the assassin whose limbs she had already severed, knocking them unconscious long ago.
Climbers don’t die so easily.
“[Delete Area]!!”
At that moment, a Wizard revealed themselves, dispelling their camouflage, and erased the space around Wakamo.
Only a select few Climbers could survive in a zone completely devoid of oxygen.
Seizing the moment of surprise, the Wizard smashed a skull-shaped ornament and cast a spell.
“[Reaper’s Grip]!! [Shared Pain]!!”
The damage sustained by the fallen assassins was synchronized and transmitted to Wakamo, draining her vitality.
The black smoke emanating from the shattered skull enveloped Wakamo, seeping into her body as if to extinguish her remaining life force.
The Wizard had spent a fortune to acquire this cursed item from Africa, ready to at least incapacitate her, if not kill her.
But Wakamo stood firm.
“Ah, waiter. Could I get three servings of Flaming Soup to this room?
“Hold the poison for one, please? If you’re going to add it, make it… a bit stronger.”
Even while speaking to a trembling staff member, she was smiling with a calm demeanour.
Water began pooling beneath the Wizard’s feet, soaking the hallway as their staff fell from their hand.
Wakamo gently patted the Wizard’s head, her voice as warm as her actions.
“This is such a mess for the establishment. Would you mind cleaning up this trash for me?”
“Y-Yes… Yes!!”
Desperation filled the Wizard’s voice as they banged their head against the floor in submission.
It’s real… It’s real!!
“Life is precious, so let’s not kill anyone, alright?”
The Wizard, who had been about to incinerate their still-living comrades, froze at her words, exhaling sharply before fainting.
“Manager-sama. Four people are unconscious in the hallway.
The restaurant won’t press charges for causing such a disturbance, will they?”
“…Probably… it’ll be fine…”
“This kind of scene isn’t great for Yu Ying’s education or emotional development, so I’ll leave the cleanup to you, Manager-sama. Is that okay?”
“I’ll take care of it…”
Won Da-hye, the manager, wiped his cold sweat with a handkerchief, bewildered by the fact that professional assassins composed of Climbers lay in horrific conditions yet still alive.
As if this were all just another ordinary day.
“I’m not fond of zombies… or gore. That’s why I didn’t kill them… By the way, what’s the emergency number in China?”
With genuine concern, Wakamo called for an ambulance, saying she’d handle it herself.
Later, the Flaming Soup that arrived was delicious and poison-free.
The restaurant owner even approached to ask, “Were you satisfied?”
Wakamo, smiling brightly, even left a tip.
“Overseas trips make for great stories for viewers~
Assassins being part of it is a bit of a downside, though~”
“Mmhm.”
“Alright, I’ll wait here for now… Let’s head out soon─”
As the manager tried to exit the restaurant, Wakamo pulled him back, pushing him aside with Yu Ying.
Suddenly, the restaurant’s glass door exploded with a loud blast, followed by deafening shouting.
“For the independence and freedom of the autonomous region!!”
“Foreign powers aiding a corrupt dictatorship, get out of this country!!”
“For a new era!! For the great Comrade Yong Wei!!”
“Wow~ This is just like in Hong Kong movies.”
Wakamo smiled brightly as she watched the terrorists, armed with heavy weapons, outside the door.
The moment she stepped out, countless bullets rained down upon her.
The manager, catching a glimpse of the bullets tinged with a reddish hue, gasped in horror.
“Raiden-Might bullets…?!”
How did they possess so many of these rare metal bullets, typically used only by [Shooters] in the United States?
Designed for penetration, the barrage of bullets poured onto Wakamo.
As spent shells rained onto the asphalt and the deafening gunfire echoed through Shanghai’s central streets, panicked civilians screamed in terror.
Some frantically called the police about the shooting in the heart of China’s second-largest city, yet no government Climbers appeared on the scene.
These weren’t ordinary bullets; they were weapons meant to kill Climbers.
Not satisfied with machine guns, the terrorists even pulled out recoilless rifles and loaded them, creating a grotesque spectacle.
The explosion from the anti-tank weapon shattered the windows of all nearby buildings.
As the smoke cleared, Wakamo emerged from the chaos, calmly approaching the terrorists.
“S-Shoot… Shoot her!!”
Desperation consumed them as they pulled the triggers, but the bullets, unable to penetrate her, merely crumpled and fell to the ground.
“Grenades!!”
“Oh.”
They pulled the pins on enchanted grenades and threw them.
As the magical grenades soared toward her, Wakamo caught one mid-air and casually popped it into her mouth.
The sheer absurdity of the situation left them frozen in shock.
When the grenade exploded, smoke rose from her small mouth.
“Throwing things like this can hurt people, you know?”
As the terrorists stood frozen in disbelief, a [Shooter] lunged forward, aiming a pistol at Wakamo’s eyes and firing.
The silent, high-speed bullet, likely enhanced by a [Skill], struck her eye, only to crumple and fall uselessly.
Refusing to give up, he pulled out a shotgun and fired at close range, but Wakamo simply stood there, watching him as the smoke from the shot clung to her body.
“Bullets… are too small, my friend.”
“U…ugh….”
The [Shooter], overwhelmed by the surreal kindness in her voice, dropped his gun.
As the others discarded their weapons, Wakamo smiled brightly and made a polite request.
“Could you please pick up the spent bullets for me?”
Spreading the golden fan, Wakamo made a request. There was no coercion or threat in her tone, yet the terrorists, terrified, scrambled to pick up the dented bullets from the ground and respectfully placed them into Wakamo’s large palm, as if presenting an offering.
Their actions were so calm and polite, it was hard to believe they were terrorists.
Satisfied with their compliance, Wakamo tied their arms and legs with ribbon-like knots, ensuring they would be taken into custody without resistance once the police arrived.
“[…So, the target? What’s her magical energy as measured by the scout?]”
From a distance, a sniper preparing to fire a mana-infused shot exchanged words in English with a [Wizard] standing nearby.
The distance was at least 1 km.
It was significant, but for a [Shooter], hitting such a large target from that range wasn’t challenging.
“Over 9,000.”
“[What!? 9,000!? Is that even possible for a 30th-floor Climber? That’s definitely a threat…!]”
Eliminating her under the guise of a Chinese terrorist attack seemed like the best course of action.
A monster of unknown capabilities, far beyond anyone’s control, was already a headache for the U.S. The possibility of her becoming a new [Six Dreadful Calamities] was too dangerous to ignore.
She had been on their radar for a long time.
However, receiving a direct assassination request from their own president was a first, even for the United States.
“…Colonel, her magical energy is rising. It’s now… surpassing 10,000….”
The [Wizard]’s voice started to trail off as he continued.
“[…What’s wrong? What’s happening?]”
“…Her magical energy has surpassed 100,000…”
“[Ridiculous. That’s on par with the highest-level Wizards…]”
“200,000…”
“[What?!]”
It was an impossible figure.
As a [Wizard] measuring mana levels, he knew this was utterly inconceivable!
Suddenly—
Splat!
“Gah… Her magical energy has broken 530,000… soaring past 600,000…!”
The [Wizard] groaned, blood trickling from his eyes due to the overwhelming energy.
“[…Cease the sniping. With mana levels like that, what’s the estimated damage?]”
“Shanghai… would be obliterated.”
“[So, she’s a walking nuclear bomb?]”
Her magical energy, exceeding 600,000, was equivalent to the final boss of the Tower’s highest floor. Anything beyond that was a realm no [Wizard] could measure.
Wiping the bloody tears from his eyes, the [Wizard] barely managed to steady his trembling heart, overwhelmed by fear.
Had they fired without checking, they too would have been caught in the resulting destruction.
“What on earth is South Korea thinking… This is madness.”
Did South Korea’s president intend to pit that monster against the United States?!
If she rampaged through the Tower unchecked, the U.S. would be doomed.
The combat prowess displayed in her Climbing videos had been impressive, but they had vastly underestimated her strength.
If this was her weakened state, humanity had no hope.
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“Hehe, so many [Rare Metals]!! It’s like Zhuge Liang’s strategy, gathering arrows with a boat.”
“…Zhuge Liang didn’t gather them with his bare hands.”
Wakamo happily collected the bullets and neatly packed them into a bag Yu Ying had brought.
Not forgetting to pick up the loaded bullets as well, Wakamo’s grin stretched from ear to ear.
“This would be great for alchemy, don’t you think?”
“Mmhm!”
“Wow, but throwing grenades while civilians are still around? Terrorists are scary.”
Reinforcing her body with [Mana Manipulation], Wakamo had withstood the onslaught, but her mana had dropped dangerously close to 10,000.
She managed because of her extra mana reserves, and her recovery speed had improved significantly, so it refilled rapidly while she stayed still.
She wouldn’t have this luxury in combat, but it gave her room to showcase a variety of performances.
“…Shall we go?”
The manager, glancing at the terrorists being escorted away by the police without resistance, guided Wakamo and Yu Ying.
As they headed toward the meeting with the Chairman, the manager’s mind raced with concerns about how much to reveal to Wakamo.
Despite his deliberation, the answer eluded him, and soon enough, Wakamo arrived at the venue where the seven core members of the Politburo Standing Committee were gathered.
As she walked in, carrying Yu Ying in her arms, all eyes turned to her.
Judging by their stiff expressions, they had clearly been informed of the attack on her.
Wakamo, covering her mouth with the [Golden Fan of Absolute Beauty], smiled with her eyes.
“Times may change, but the only noticeable difference in assassins is the type of weapons they use. Poisoning meals was common even during the Shang Dynasty… I trust there’s no need for me to introduce myself?”
She unleashed her mana.
While Climbers could withstand it, ordinary people were left pale, struggling to breathe under the immense pressure.
Carefully adjusting her strength to avoid causing discomfort, Wakamo elegantly retracted her mana with [Mana Manipulation], snapping the fan shut with a crisp sound.
As the suffocating atmosphere vanished, the Standing Committee members and the Chairman wiped cold sweat from their foreheads.
“I hear that wise people are said to have seven holes in their hearts… I wonder if that holds true in the modern era.
With such brutes running rampant in the capital, where the emperor resides, don’t you think seven leaders are too many?”
Her disdain was palpable, yet none dared to rebuke her audacity.
“This seems like a case of—judging others by your own standards. It doesn’t leave a favourable impression.”
The atmosphere grew colder, almost frozen.
The manager, watching her with a desperate expression, silently mouthed, “This is just an act… right? It’s just acting…?”
For a Virtual Character, embodying one’s concept is paramount…
Your Majesty, are you watching? Wakamo is doing her best.
“The mood seems tense. Perhaps something enjoyable, like the [Paolak Punishment], would lighten things up? It’s quite a rare spectacle, you know. I could even demonstrate it for you.”
Smiling seductively, Wakamo’s gaze fell on one of the Standing Committee members as she mentioned one of the most brutal execution methods in Chinese history—coating a pillar with oil, making it slippery, and burning the condemned alive on a brazier.
Terrified, the man let out a shrill scream.
Wakamo picked up a spent bullet with her fingers, melting it effortlessly. As molten metal dripped down her hand without leaving a mark, she sat down with Yu Ying still in her arms.
“Fufu, I’m just kidding.
Compared to the nukes dropped on Japan, this is cute.
Do you really think a human could kill me with bullets?”
She pulled out a fishing rod from her sleeve and set it on the table.
The sight of the rod left the members puzzled, but as they identified its information, their expressions stiffened further.
Why did she have Taigong Wang’s fishing rod, which was said to have expelled Daji?
As they scrambled to deduce her intentions, Wakamo smiled sweetly.
“Taigong Wang has long since passed. There’s nothing to fear.
I only came here in the spirit of an outing since I was invited by the imperial family…
But do you perhaps have business with our cute and precious Yu Ying, whom we’ve raised like a treasured gem?”
Having spent the entire night diligently writing and memorizing her script to avoid any mistakes, Wakamo smiled inwardly, feeling as proud as a novice actor successfully completing their first stage performance.
And how would her words sound to those who had no understanding of her true nature or inner thoughts?
They already knew that she had lived in Japan, but was it true that she had survived a nuclear strike?
Even if that wasn’t the case, the fishing rod of Taigong Wang was undeniably authentic.
The founder of the Qi Kingdom was said to have failed to kill a fox he had intended to slay. What could have been the fox’s ultimate fate?
The Chairman initially had a plan.
He intended to impose a Ban on Korea, threatening boycotts and corporate disadvantages, while applying numerous other coercive sanctions.
But witnessing an assassin he hired fail to kill her—even after splitting her head in half and unleashing firepower that could annihilate Climbers—without leaving as much as a scratch, all those plans fell apart.
At most, they thought she was just an exceptionally strong Climber.
Even if she was the Fist King or the Korean Chairman, they believed they could kill her on Chinese soil.
However, their opponent was a genuine monster who had survived countless wars in East Asia, transcending mere national boundaries.
To make matters worse, she deliberately flaunted an item belonging to someone who had once been their greatest nemesis.
It was her way of saying that she had seen through all their petty schemes.
The attempt to assassinate her with such an amateurish and artificial terrorist attack was laughable. It was as if she had come to show them what happened to anyone who dared oppose her.
Of course, Wakamo hadn’t intended to send such a message.
Her thoughts were simple: “They’re all smart people, so if I give them something seemingly connected, they’ll make their own assumptions, right?”
Even the Chairman, who had planned to intimidate her, started to realize that he had been played by the Korean President.
“Damn that lowly country’s president…!!”
But that wasn’t the most pressing matter right now. The Chairman had to find a way to de-escalate the situation and resolve it peacefully.
“We will deal with the remaining terrorists.
We were merely trying to seek cooperation to save the nation from a group of terrorists calling themselves the ‘Celestial Emperor.’
It seems there was a misunderstanding in communication.
If you resolve this matter, we are prepared to offer an Artifact-Grade Item as compensation.
Please, as fellow Asians—no, for the sake of international peace—we humbly request your assistance. Rest assured, we will provide sufficient compensation.”
“Manager, they’re all surprisingly kind people, aren’t they~?”
Watching the Chairman and the Standing Committee grovel, Won Da-hye, Wakamo’s manager, merely nodded in agreement, rubbing her hands in exasperation.
As Wakamo gently stroked Yu Ying’s head, who had fallen asleep in her arms, she rose from her seat, smiling.
“But, gentlemen, I, Wakamo Inarizushi, do not need your help.
Nor do I need your compensation.”
“…What?”
“Because of the ones who started this mess—stopping my broadcasts and even my VTuber streams—things have escalated this far.
I’ll handle this my own way.”
With her sharp gaze and almost declarative tone, Wakamo left the room without hesitation.
Before leaving, she even pulled out the Sword of the Korean-Chinese King, leaving it behind as if to say they could use it if they wanted—or just take it.
Her destination: Sichuan Province!
Her plan was simple: beat the Collector who had stolen all her much-needed Artifact-Grade Items.
She suppressed the grudge she held against not being able to stream, watch VTuber content, or even capture clips.
“Tell the Collector that Wakamo Inarizushi is coming for him!!!”
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