Chapter 51: Questioning Her Entire Existence
The two Evolved Zombies she had so painstakingly synthesized and cultivated—wiped out, just like that, without so much as a scratch on any of her opponents. How was she, a transmigrator, supposed to accept something so categorically impossible?
Meyu Inkyo swallowed hard, her feet shuffling backward step by step.
Cold sweat was already beading across her forehead.
Her throat bobbed up and down.
The tension had ratcheted to its absolute limit.
She couldn't figure out why she was sweating this much. Was it because she was in a woman's body now? Granted, in her previous life she'd been a keyboard warrior shut-in who'd stayed single for over twenty years, but she'd heard the saying that women were "made of water." Could it be… that this was what being wet felt like?
Pah! What kind of stupid joke—this body is five years old, for crying out loud!
Under a barrage of intimidating stares, Meyu Inkyo found that her gaze lingered least on Ryū or Yukari.
The one she couldn't stop staring at was Wolffy.
The moment she'd spotted him, her entire brain had short-circuited.
Every thought boiled down to: What the hell is that?!
A wolf that walked upright on two legs? And dressed in some outrageously over-the-top high-tech getup that had absolutely no business existing in this world's art style?
Then there was the boy standing in the middle—whose looks made her seethe with jealousy.
His outfit didn't look like anything from the modern era either.
If I'd been that handsome in my last life…
Would I have stayed single for twenty-plus years?
I'd have had a girlfriend ages ago, dammit!
But the most absurd one of all was the blonde girl. A casual swipe of her hand had torn open a corridor through space itself. Was this really not a high-martial-arts world?!
Only the last one—the black-haired girl with zero presence—seemed even remotely normal.
A chaotic storm of thoughts flooded Meyu Inkyo's brain.
She was starting to feel genuinely helpless.
Because there was literally nowhere to run.
This was the ninth floor!
Even rounding down to three meters per story, nine floors meant twenty-seven meters.
In this five-year-old girl's body, jumping from the ninth floor was a guaranteed death sentence.
Absolutely suicidal behavior.
The kind where you clearly didn't consider your own life worth living.
But what truly unsettled Meyu Inkyo the most was this: who on earth were these bizarre people?
How had they known she was here?
How had they punched through layer after layer of zombie cordons to break in?
None of this made any sense!
Meyu Inkyo forced a smile onto her face. Unfortunately, it wasn't a face with much going for it in the looks department.
Her looks had been rock-bottom in her previous life, and this life…
Wasn't shaping up to be much better.
So the strained smile came out impossibly awkward—like someone squatting on a toilet, constipated and straining for dear life.
A perfectly seamless comparison, really.
"B-big brother… big sister… I'm… I'm scared… Waaah… Those bad people kidnapped me and brought me here… Waaah…"
In this borderline-desperate situation, Meyu Inkyo's inner drama queen took the stage.
Snot and tears came gushing out in an instant.
The snot had already dribbled down to the corner of her mouth.
You had to hand it to her—this girl had serious Best Actress potential. Not going into acting would be a criminal waste of talent.
The ability to burst into tears within a single second was something Ryū freely admitted he couldn't match.
If he hadn't already known she was a transmigrator with a System…
He might actually have been fooled.
Too bad the "secret" she thought only she knew about—everyone in the Dimensional Chat Group already had the full story.
Ryū still had his Camera feed running.
Which meant the group members who hadn't joined the quest could watch the entire operation in real time through the shared feed—in picture quality so crisp it put any movie to shame.
*
Edward Newgate: "Truly a vile and despicable piece of trash. That look on her face reminds this old man of Blackbeard Teach—that scum liked pulling the exact same expression, trying to make me spare the bastard who murdered his own crewmate."
Edward Newgate: "If I were there in person, I'd give that little brat a Kaishin right on the spot!"
Crazy Diamond: "The traverser actually transmigrated into a little girl? That's wild."
Crazy Diamond: "But… @Edward Newgate, Gramps, if you actually hit her with a Kaishin, there probably wouldn't even be meat paste left. She looks like a regular person."
RawrSoFierce: "She is a regular person. Otherwise she wouldn't have needed two measly zombies as personal bodyguards."
Edward Newgate: "Eh? Admin-dono, aren't you in the middle of the Group Quest?"
RawrSoFierce: "Multitasking—working and shitposting at the same time. Isn't that standard operating procedure?"
Edward Newgate: "…I find myself at a loss for words."
RawrSoFierce: "Whatever. I'm done playing with this traverser. Let's just off her and be done with it—no point letting complications pile up."
*
Pulling his consciousness back from the Dimensional Chat Group, Ryū regarded Meyu Inkyo with an utterly flat expression.
He watched her wail and thrash in silence for a moment, then spoke.
"Quite the convincing performance… System-holder and transmigrator, Meyu Inkyo."
Ryū's words froze Meyu Inkyo mid-sob.
Disbelief was written across every inch of her face.
She gaped at Ryū, utterly stupefied.
"Y-you… you… you people! What are you?! How do you know about that?! You… wait! Are you the Time-Space Administration?! So it's real… the Time-Space Administration actually exists?!"
Meyu Inkyo felt like she'd just stepped in something catastrophically above her pay grade.
Ryū's expression turned strange. This girl had either watched too much anime or read too many light novels.
Who even knew whether something like a "Time-Space Administration" actually existed?
The Dimensional Chat Group certainly wasn't any kind of administration bureau.
It was just a chat group that happened to connect all of creation.
At most, it posted the occasional quest.
And those quests were really just about helping other group members.
At the end of the day, the Dimensional Chat Group's guiding philosophy was: look out for your own. Of course, "your own" here meant the entire group.
As for policing spacetime or whatever?
Let somebody else handle that.
With that kind of free time, you'd be better off shitposting in the group chat—or flirting with 2D girls.
Even though the group currently only had two girls.
Or rather, the group's gender ratio was severely out of whack at the moment.
*
"Finish her."
"Understood."
The instant Ryū's words fell, Wolffy gently squeezed the trigger.
Wolffy was, after all, the Wolf King of the Green Grasslands.
In his eyes, humans were just another species of animal.
And since when had a wolf ever hesitated about adding to its kill count?
[Group Quest 1: Travel to the world of Kaguya-sama: Love Is War – Geniuses' War of Love and Wits. Eliminate illegal traverser Meyu Inkyo!
Quest Complete! Click the link to the right → [Link] to claim your reward.
Two quests remain incomplete. Admin "RawrSoFierce," Member "The Eternally Seventeen-Year-Old Maiden," and Member "Green Grasslands Wolf King"—please complete the remaining Group Quests in listed order!]
A notification popped up from the chat group. The first Group Quest… was complete.
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