How good-looking was it?
Ah Xian and countless female streamers gave a unified, visceral reaction, showcasing its lethal impact.
Some screamed, some went wild, some changed clothes.
Uh… it's unclear if the clothes-changing was for show or genuine.
Either way, the F key was practically worn out.
[…]
Stelle: "This… this isn't right. Why's my portrait eye-searingly bad, but yours, Leon—"
Seele, at a loss for words: "Maybe… different artists?"
March 7th: "Who has two artists for wanted posters with wildly different styles? That just makes it harder to identify!"
Leon: "Don't look at me. I don't get it either."
[A breathtakingly stunning portrait… or rather, a wanted poster, is displayed here.]
[The man in the image sports a captivating smile, his lips curved with a hint of roguish charm—a contradictory blend that compels you to stop and stare.]
[Your mind flashes to the male lead you'd see in similar works while surfing online.]
[He's always reliable, never abandons you, never lets you down, never hurts you.]
[At this thought, you can't help but glance at Leon.]
[Oh, damn these stereotypes for fitting so perfectly—you can't help but respect the artist behind this portrait.]
[What a painter. If only they could make one for you.]
[This text… "never abandons you"? My DNA's moving!]
[Open the databank, flip to the Elation Aeon entry.]
[Is Leon a Masked Fool or what?]
[Whether he is or not, he's got some tie to Elation—at least a joker vibe.]
[Joker vibe ≠ Masked Fool. Copy the inequality ten times.]
Players were swept up in the fun, unaware of the hidden dagger in the text.
When that dagger later struck—white in, red out—those recalling this line cursed the writer for their trauma.
Leon thought for a moment but didn't tear down the portrait. Instead, he casually stuck the photo he'd just taken beside it.
"Let's go. The Guards' patrol route is closing in."
Dodging a few more Silvermane Guard patrols, the group paused again.
This time, it was March 7th's wanted poster.
[A wild, unrestrained portrait… or rather, a wanted poster, is displayed here.]
[Its artistic mastery is so high, it's… shocking to behold.]
[The frenzied brushstrokes and bold colors combine to render the figure vividly lifelike.]
[At the same time, the joyous emotion radiating from the image practically spills off the page, 100% "true to the original."]
[One such masterpiece would've been enough. Two, maybe. But not for her to see.]
[Unfortunately, she's right here…]
At this moment, March 7th's head was filled with question marks.
Within seconds, those turned to exclamation points, then to angry marks.
Stelle slapped a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking, letting out odd noises.
March 7th rolled up her sleeves. "What're you laughing at?"
Stelle took a discreet half-step back, answering deadpan.
"I thought of something happy."
"What happy thing?"
"I got five golds in a 10-pull."
"Uh…" Leon suddenly couldn't hold it in.
March 7th's gaze snapped to him. "What're you laughing at?"
Leon: "Well, I also got five golds in a 10-pull."
March 7th: "Are you pulling from the same game's banner?"
Stelle: "Yup, yup… cough cough cough…"
Leon: "Uh… no, actually, the game I'm playing is about to give out a free five-star character."
March 7th stomped her foot. "Excuses! You're clearly laughing at me, non-stop!"
Stelle pinched her thigh to stifle her laughter.
"Cut me some slack—I haven't had professional training."
"Told you to watch out for the boomerang. See? Ignore big sis, and you pay the price."
"But I've gotta call it out—who's the artistic weedkiller that drew our cute galactic beauty like this?"
Now, other untrained player-streamers laughed even louder.
But soon, most attention shifted to a detail in the funny dialogue.
Specifically, Leon's line.
He said the game he was playing was giving out a free five-star character.
The protagonist has idle animations of playing games, and players know the Star Rail universe has games too.
But coming from Leon, it felt ambiguous.
He's a game character himself.
Sure, he's a four-star now, but who's to say he won't get a five-star version?
He's a free four-star in the story—so a five-star?
Was he hinting at a future free five-star version of himself?
Ah Xian saw the chat seriously debating this and rolled her eyes.
"Remember the three 'don'ts' of speculation. Don't over-hype, then rage when it doesn't happen."
"I don't want people hyping Leon's five-star, only for it to not be free, then sliding into chaos."
"He only said the game he's playing is giving a free five-star, not that it's Star Rail."
"A Star Rail character playing Star Rail? Come on."
[Makes sense.]
[Don't dream—when has Mihoyo ever given a free five-star?]
[They have, actually.]
[What? Am I amnesiac?]
[Dude, you forgot big sis Genshin's free five-star Aloy?]
[Huh?]
[Bro, you're calling that a five-star?]
[Feels like her output's worse than four-star healer Barbara… nuclear blast…]
"This ticks me off! Can't draw? Don't draw! I curse whoever made this to choke on water!"
March 7th's face flushed, especially under Stelle's teasing gaze.
So infuriating.
She, a galactic beauty, would've caught even Idrila's glance if they were still around.
Yet in Belobog, someone—whoever—glanced at her and drew this.
Being inexplicably wanted by Cocolia was bad enough.
Now she was even angrier.
Seeing this, Stelle didn't hesitate, tearing the poster to shreds, indignant.
"March, hand over the photos. Let's show them we wanted folks aren't some ugly rejects."
March 7th didn't just hand over one—she pulled out all three, plus three extras.
"Here, stick 'em up!"
"On it." Stelle grabbed the photos and started pasting.
Seele's eye twitched. "For a moment's satisfaction, you're increasing our chances of being recognized. Is that really okay?"
Stelle: "You can kill a warrior, but not their honor. A tree needs its bark; a person needs their face."
"Didn't Leon say it? We can be wanted, but our vibe can't be trash."
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