Night fell.
Ye Luo rubbed his aching forehead and slowly sat up on the bed, expression dazed, eyes unfocused—clearly just jolted awake from a nightmare.
His brows were drawn tight.
He waved a hand in front of his face, trying to clear the lingering fog in his mind.
Oh no.
This time, he genuinely couldn't tell whether he'd woken into reality… or stayed inside the dream.
Don't tell me—Daoist Master, am I about to ascend?!
—Shut up, you fake sitting-and-forgetting immortal!
Ahem. Anyway,
It wasn't the first bad dream.
He'd been having the same nightmare for several days now, each one more vivid than the last—so realistic it felt like something he had personally lived through.
Ye Luo could sense it clearly:
The system was forcefully tightening his connection with this world.
It must be the background lore the system wrote for him—being "activated," so to speak.
Which meant…
Was he… an ancient relic too?
Actually dreaming about events from the age of Khaenri'ah?
Just how long had he supposedly lived?
Ye Luo slapped his cheeks a few times, forcing his spirit back.
Because just a while ago, the system had dropped a bomb on him:
"Permission to begin recording personal PV acquired."
In other words—
He was going to "go offshore."
No, no—record a promotional video.
His first PV in this world.
And honestly?
This would be helpful.
Even he didn't know what skills the system had stuffed into his body.
All he had were the sword techniques branded in his bones.
Hmm? You want to ask about the letter?
Yes, he wrote it on purpose.
And yes, it was absolutely meant to provoke Furina.
He wanted to annoy her—
only a little, only enough to make her drop the mask and show a bit of real emotion.
If she never relaxed, never let anything slip, she'd drown under the weight she carried.
He didn't expect her to confide in him; he wasn't delusional.
He was a mortal—completely mortal at the beginning.
At best, he was a mortal who'd figured out how to make Furina laugh.
Her secrets, her burdens—
He had no right to demand them.
A person who pretends to be a god for five hundred years does not unload that onto someone she met for a handful of years.
If someone claimed otherwise, Ye Luo would only say: six—you're amazing—show me how you did it.
What, was he supposed to solve it with the protagonist aura?
With talk-no-jutsu?
Ridiculous.
And honestly… he sometimes felt that the gods of Teyvat favored mortals too much.
If anything, it looked more like a curse.
But not the time to think about that.
Right now, he needs to focus on his PV.
This was the only way he'd learn what the system had forged for him.
He straightened, inhaled, opened the panel, and selected Start Recording.
The world blurred—
and he found himself standing in a familiar white void.
Oh, this place.
The space where he'd previously "chosen" his Vision.
So it was a shared recording room, huh?
But with everything white like this…
How exactly was he supposed to film anything?
Ye Luo blinked at the system, confused.
Still, it should know what it's doing.
[Ding—recording will begin in 10 seconds.
10… 9… 0]
A flash of light engulfed his vision.
When it faded, Ye Luo realized he was somewhere entirely different.
A translucent screen floated at his side:
[Gundam Trial Access: 10 days
Dual-Blade Style Access: 10 days]
"…HUH??? I— I GET A GUNDAM?!
And dual-blade mode?!"
Ye Luo couldn't stay seated. He jumped up.
This—
This was every man's dream rolled into one.
Not only could he dual-wield like Kirito to pick up girls,
he could show off giant mechs in front of other men.
All he lacked now was a dramatic henshin sequence.
If he could transform before summoning the Gundam, in front of everyone—
Oh, he'd die fulfilled.
If a character like this had existed in the gacha back home…
He would've emptied his wallet until he saw stars.
…Trial access, though?
Terrible. Zero points.
"Give me the things that belong to me, you cheapskate system!"
He looked down and realized something else—
A belt.
A full-on henshin belt strapped to his waist.
And at his hips?
Two blades so flashy they practically screamed "I'm a protagonist."
Ye Luo inhaled through his teeth.
This was too much.
He desperately wanted to find someone—anyone—to chop down right now.
The urge to show off was burning holes in his soul.
From today onward—
he, Ye Luo, would become Fontaine's King of Cool.
After all, this was his PV.
Surely he wouldn't be taking hits for once?
But then…
"You again? Little miss, why is it always you?"
A massive meteorite floated in front of him.
Inside, sealed in golden light, was a short-haired blond girl—
eyes closed, asleep.
Oh, come on.
Even in his own PV, she appeared.
Truly, the world revolved around its protagonist.
He stepped forward—unable to stop himself.
It was like watching from inside his own skin.
He drew his blade.
And struck.
What came after unfolded exactly like the dreams he'd been having—
a replay of events burned deep into his soul.
He realized it wasn't that he was being "forced."
Even if he had control…
he would've done the same thing.
So this wasn't a recording—it was a memory being awakened.
But still—
Where was his Gundam?!
Where was his dual-blade moment?!
Where was his cinematic transformation?!
Where was his brilliant, shining life as a cool guy?!
When the light faded, Ye Luo found himself back in the empty white space.
He wiped the moisture from the corners of his red eyes.
The PV didn't show much.
But it was enough.
Enough to confirm the things he was beginning to suspect.
He shook his head hard.
No time to drown in melancholy.
Because next…
Dual-Blade Form, Ye Luo—was about to make his debut!
The Gundam hadn't shown itself, fine.
But dual-blade style—
The technique was still carved into his muscles.
Just thinking about it and his body moved naturally.
"Heh… heh heh heh…
Taste my… Starburst Stream!"
Now his mom would never need to worry about him getting bullied outside again.
By the will of Kirito the Elder—
He would walk the path of theatrical swordsmanship to its absolute peak!
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