[Title: The End of the Shang Dynasty Approaches…]
It’s not polite to mention past lives as a VTuber.
Since she herself denied it, the followers are better off pretending not to know.
Though she travels with Hohemi, guards Liu Bei’s descendants, and holds the Imperial Seal, she’s still the Fox Deity.
There’s nothing more for us to know!
– Retro is in, so Dalki is back, oh yes…
– Trends are always cyclical, you know.
– But they came back way too hard!!!
– Dalki just has a fondness for China.
– He wants to expand to the 16 Kingdoms, you see.
– If the land isn’t big, then it’s not China but a small nation, right?
– Isn’t it natural for a small nation to follow South Korea?
– Hey, Mare Pirate is live. Announcement posted.
– What’s up?
– Says she won’t take any days off to stream until she returns.
– Oh boy, Leader’s clip channel announced a vacation.
– Has the Leader, who’s never taken a break, really done so?
– Yes…
– So this is how China collapses…
– Heading over to the Mare Pirate stream with tributes… If I become fervent, Wakamou will surely save me.
China’s current weakened president, Joe Heping.
Under his dictatorship, after becoming president following the collapse of the Tower, he is troubled by declarations of independence and rebellious Climbers.
From the U.S.’s unpleasant interference under the guise of peace, to losing Taiwan across the sea to Fujian province.
Hong Kong declaring independence from governmental interference, followed by Uyghur and Tibet boldly declaring independence due to the Tower providing abundant resources, including water.
While annoyed by the small peninsular nations, Japan ignorantly mocks the tilting Chinese international power. Russia, shamelessly seizing unclaimed territory under the guise of protecting from Monster threats.
This is something absolutely unacceptable.
It must be stopped.
“I didn’t expect the small nation’s president to be so cooperative. So, have they made contact with the Climber?”
“Yes… but they have brought a protector.”
“Hmph… Ridiculous. There’s no way someone like Dalki exists. They’re likely using tricks with so-called ‘Legendary Classes’. Climbers have the gall to only serve their interests when they should be serving their country. The future of the nation is bleak.”
The President of South Korea feared Wakamou.
She is enchanting the people.
He sought for the Tower Strategists in China to kill her, begging earnestly, afraid she might reveal her true colors and swallow South Korea. While he didn’t care much about the small nation’s stability, the Imperial Seal brought by that Fox monster was something worth reclaiming.
It was originally Chinese property. The audacity of a mere beast claiming ownership is nonsense.
“They proposed a reward of 50 million yuan.”
Letting a rebellious terrorist holding Sichuan province become the country’s president is unacceptable.
Seeking to collapse China’s unity and peace while calling himself a ruler, a terrorist supporting anarchy and aiming back at imperialism made the reasoning for his actions plausible.
“In the end, Climbers, those on the 30th floor or so, can’t win against a gun.”
Disguising the situation as due to Collector supporters’ terrorist acts, dealing with the Fox, and recovering the Seal and Climbers would suffice. As nations advance to pioneering phases through Tower strategies, would losing East Asia’s leadership to China even make sense?
“Ensure failure is not an option.”
“What about civilian casualties?”
“Unfortunate outcomes.”
Removing impurities for the sake of regaining authority is more important. The responsibility for all those deaths could simply be laid on those supporting such terrorists, showing the President’s deeply cynical reaction.
“Will they ever find out if we orchestrate a terrorist incident?”
“They absolutely won’t. I’ll let the dedicated team handle it, President.”
Even if things go wrong, they would never be detected.
There have been enough terror acts with Climbers inciting citizens in the name of fighting for their freedom to use as cover.
“Prepare the public opinion manipulation and instigation. The Imperial Seal is rightful Chinese cultural heritage. It’s not an item for a small nation to hold.”
“…President, forgive my boldness. What if she truly is the mythical Dalki?”
“Then one would expect a champion. Don’t believe in mere superstitions.”
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“The party secretary is waiting for Wakamou…! Please…!”
“I said I’m hungry.”
Unable to refuse Wakamou’s request to be led to the fanciest and most elite restaurant in Shanghai, the government agent was at a loss.
The other party was a Climber. Even if he killed the agent merely for displeasure, it could end politically as just a matter of etiquette.
The agent, preparing excuses that he couldn’t resist power, continued trying to convince Wakamou that they couldn’t provide escort, citing possible terrorist acts from hardliners following [Collector] trying to kill Yu Ying, but he never intended to persuade him.
Wakamou’s shameless persistence seemed to solve that as they swiftly guided her to the restaurant and retreated.
Even after entering Shanghai’s fine dining private room, away from trailing soldiers, Wakamou didn’t drop the act.
“There are shield items in place. Moreover, the sensory-type accessories are all prepared against assassins.”
“No matter how many, it won’t matter. Manager, eat as much as you’d like today. Order drinks too.”
“Understood.”
“I am on duty, so I’ll pass.”
Due to the President’s political maneuvers, with the Association President called away, Wakamou had no escort upon heading to China.
Though, with Manager Wanda Haye as part of the monitoring team, it was more than enough, included as a manager with the best support they could get from the Association President.
The government agent’s advice was to expect possible terror acts aimed at killing Yu Ying for collaboration with China, which would upset the international combat dynamics involving Taiwan and Hong Kong supported by the U.S., but considering the President’s eagerness to kill Wakamou for being a thorn in his side….
“There was a tale of a Chinese Climber discovered at the site of the collapsed Kimpo Tower.”
Evidence was destroyed as they fled, lacking physical proof, but…
Perhaps China’s shady machinations to take the [Imperial Seal] possessed by Wakamou could have started long ago.
The item effects of 【Han Zhongwang’s Sword Seal】 are reason enough…. Wakamou meeting the conditions would suffice. Should she muster soldiers using it, it would be catastrophic even under another power.
Thus, the possibility of fabricating terror as a reason was feasible.
‘Terrorist assassination…. doesn’t matter if it’s doable.’
I can’t imagine Wakamou dying from that. It would merely provoke her…!!
‘If China, when pushed to its limits, rashly fires a nuclear weapon, it would be cataclysmic….’
Manager, confused why they got involved in such a massive issue, sighed looking at the plethora of Chinese dishes laid before him, swallowing drily.
Alright, let’s think of this as an overseas vacation.
“Manager, this here is poison.”
“Really~? Yu Ying, you have lots of talents~ What kind of poison?”
“Umm… wormwood’s taste.. Belladonna, maybe? Seems a bit arsenic-like too. Looks like red scorpion stinger.”
“Hmm~ Manager, do you have poison immunity?”
“…No, I don’t.”
“Then you better not eat it. This one stings a bit, doesn’t it?”
“You sure! Eat up the poison!”
“Oh dear, sure~ Eat a lot, you~”
“Yes”
While the manager had a serious look, Wakamou and Yu Ying were cool, calm, and collected. Yu Ying had poison resistance skills typical of an Alchemist. Wakamou had a body of mana the typical poison would not affect.
While understandable for Yu Ying, seeing Wakamou unphased, the manager merely sighed over the dishes laid before him.
Looking at the earrings gleaming brightly, it was clear even poison gas was being quietly injected.
To have reacted so quickly? It was nothing less than being spied upon along the route.
The intent to kill from the beginning was as clear as day, if not an outright proclamation of the Chinese government’s incompetence reaching beyond sanity.
“Manager”
As if reading aura faster than the manager could react, Yu Ying spoke, prompting Wakamou to naturally get up and open the private room door.
After all…… it would be inconvenient if they tried taking hostages, wouldn’t it?
No sooner than stepping into the corridor came a giant waiting for her. Approximately 1m 90cm of a muscular man donned a suit resembling full riot gear, as he launched at Wakamou without an introduction as she watched him bluntly staring.
“Shouldn’t you at least introduce yourself?”
“Die, goblin!!”
Realizing the opponent was a Climber due to comprehension, the Fighter quickly embedded his fist into Wakamou’s abdomen.
A climber [Fighter] with experience conquering single towers held confidence in his special-designed knuckles meant for killing climbers outside the Tower.
Even [Rare Metal] could be crushed when combined with force.
Yet, as he struck, his fingers were shattered. Although blessed with quick recovery skills and stamina-oriented techniques to maintain battle, the feeling upon impact resembled the hardness of a massive mountain…!!
Even after applying full thrust with the momentum, it was notable: not an inch of pushback.
Crack—
Harnessing [Skills] imbued in his suit, electrical currents coursed through his steel fists. While wrapping himself in mana, he swung upward for Wakamou’s jaw like a trained [Fighter].
As he’s specialized in assassinating Climbers, not letting his surprise fluster, he continued pummeling full force, yet—with each swing Wakamou stood atop unyielding like a monument, welcomed every blow gracefully.
Speaking with a polite and elegant tone akin to nobility, Wakamou began speaking to the Assassin as he pummeled her with continuous combinations—without budging, without shifting an inch—instead inviting him.
“Battle starts with an opening statement… isn’t that so?”
Assassin, convinced he might have fallen victim to a Fox’s enchantment, smashed in his helmet with force strong enough to ensure mental protection by checking his anti-beguilement item, but no enchantment entrapment was cause for his shock.
To his grave realization, the adversary merely…stood.
“Good courtesy to start!”
Practically jumping on the opportunity of the call-out, bearing himself and skillfully twisting the elbow, aiming to lodge it, before grabbing the head and wrenching it sideways, completing the [Grapple Skill].
If one finds themselves restrained—as long as it’s a tank—he could break neck bones and kill. The key technique honed and polished over innumerable times had been propelled with full force but—
A still, timeless quiet moment eclipsed over them.
Slender senses overriding the backdrop of the other’s colossal form, cradling the Assassin in a serene embrace: like a tolerant giantess upon lifting him as if meant to bridge the valley of kinship until the assassin hit her face with an elbow, and the boot blades extended stabbing Wakamou as well, conjuring skills to wriggle free—still:
Once more, realization dawns.
Since the battle began, she remained shackled in place!!
“Isn’t a hug from a beauty a delight?”
Effortlessly flipping him around after hoisting him overhead to face Wakamou, her neck gets speared by a crimson blade slicing through the air.
Night’s dark Assassin, lurking, arrives from above camouflaged on the ceiling and stabs a spear through Wakamou’s heart without hesitation.
Without pause, yet ahead, a third Assassin, surging forward distance-gained, twisted his wrist discharging quill-like dense iron spikes akin to porcupine projectiles, blanketing them in a spread.
A skewer from the spearing Assassin pressed, launching himself—forging weapons—leaping against hoisted shoulders, thrusting their strike into Wakamou’s cranium.
With a jarring thud, a chilling sound sank blades into their post without missing a beat, mind you, enhancing a mysterious secreted resonance vibrating under his feet through wires unseen to the naked eye.
“It’s not that I hadn’t moved, but because I couldn’t; isn’t that right?”
Another [Rogue] leisurely mutters from afar, withdrawing space, feeling content. Adorned body swathed in lacquered fabric secreting thread invisibly acquired solely from incantations to monster kind.
Unsuspectingly, wistfully entangled the grand target—for in moving they should have well shattered into bits and particles!
Having already thrown herself upon unseen snares grounding in place, voluntarily positioning his own frame.
“Even a target worth 50 million yuan amounted to little after all….”
The [Rogue] snickers lazily, accepting escort duties of the bound target, pondering why yet still standing, this phenomenon.
With subtle tugging—
Invisible threads softly snapped.
And with it, a contract breaker folded double the terror of men crowned as [Butcher of Humans], formerly clad aloft in close-fitted suits, reached only a sharpness pure-tailored maternally.
Effortlessly discarding the brokered spine to the pavement, rendering the assailant rather as knighthood bows an intrigued sentinel, Wakamou twisted the blade hefted from her forehead, unfolding it towards the [Assassin].
—
“Here, without weapons, wouldn’t it be dishonorable?”
“Damned monster!!!! Chuan!!”
At full throttle, vaulting behind gripping Wakamou securely astride, an unwanted accolade arises, clasping gloves strikingly, piercing through her head: anticipating in anticipation rippling seizures to wrest off the neck; shifted to throttle free while, Wakamou, once more, graciously proffering her sword: “Not taking it?” With worldly grin.
Something gravely amiss.
By sharp-ended talons raked over clasping one fellow of the incomprehensible; spin aside.
With clean sheaths akin to the cleave of steels slicing smoothly.
Upon sighting severed appendages, as silently shattered limbs delaminating to the earth, a would-be blade for naught bisecting, whilst in vivid fury of wordless rancor, her hair glowing radiant, forging the sealed arc.
Undeterred, altogether monstrous, rending asunder yet evoking auspices from the womb; and by depths fell marooned before the Cain of Eyes to seize;
With terror, only two words crackling the air,
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Imported from Africa, a cursed item.
The Wizard was determined to drain its vitality to at least immobilize it.
Wakamou stood there.
“Ahh, Mr. Staff. Could you bring me three fire marks to the room here? Leave out the poison in one? If you’re going to add it, make it stronger.”
Wakamou exuded such ease that he even ordered from the trembling employee behind the Wizard with a sly grin.
The water gathered around the Wizard’s feet soaked the hallway, and Wakamou gently patted her hair as he watched her drop the staff in her hand in fear.
“Since it’s rude to the store, could you clear up this trash for me?”
“Y-yes…yes…”
Desperately shouting as if her soul had left her, the Wizard banged her head on the ground.
It’s real…it’s real!!
“Life is precious, so we shouldn’t kill, right?”
Intending to incinerate her living comrades, the Wizard fainted, exhaling breath at the unexpected remark.
“Manager, four people have collapsed in the hallway. The store won’t sue us for being a nuisance, right?”
“…Probably…it’s fine…”
“It’s bad for Liu Ying’s education or emotions, so can I ask you to clean it up?”
“I’ll handle it…”
Manager Wanda Haye dabbed a handkerchief on her cold sweat, seeing professional assassins made up of tower raiders in such a miserable state.
As if this was everyday life, her calm demeanor was unshaken.
“I’m not a fan of zombies and gore. I didn’t kill, but what’s the ambulance number in China?”
At her genuinely worried question, she assured she’d handle it and called an ambulance.
The fire marks that came out afterward were tasty and had no poison.
Even the restaurant owner came out and asked, “Were you satisfied…?” Wakamou gave a tip.
“Having such overseas travel experiences makes for great storytelling for viewers~ It’s just a bit of a shame about the assassins~”
“Wum Wum.”
“Alright, I’ll wait here… Let’s get going─”
As Wakamou tried to pull the manager, exiting the restaurant with Liu Ying, suddenly the glass door shattered with a loud bang and screams rang through.
“For the independence and freedom of the autonomous region!!”
“Foreign powers aiding a despicable dictatorial regime, leave this country!!”
“A true new era!! For the great Comrade Liu Wei!!”
“Wah~ I saw this in a Hong Kong movie.”
Wakamou smiled brightly, seeing terrorists armed with heavy weapons outside the door.
As soon as she took a step out, a hail of bullets rained on her.
The manager, seeing the red-glinted bullets, was aghast.
“Raiden-mite bullets?!”
Having so many [Rare Metal] bullets, only used by [Shooters] in America?
The bullet barrage, focused on penetration, poured onto Wakamou.
The shell casings flooded the street, and gunfire as loud as the screams of citizens filled the air without pause.
While some frantically called the police during the gun terrorist attack in the heart of Shanghai, the second capital of China—no government climbers appeared.
These weren’t ordinary bullets but weapons to kill climbers. Pulling out recoil-less guns alongside the machine gun fire was quite the spectacle.
When the artillery shell exploded, shattering all the building windows nearby, Wakamou stood intact.
Rising smoke poured out as Wakamou stepped towards them.
“F-fire!!”
Seemingly giving up on smoking, filled with terror, they aimed and fired at Wakamou. The incoming bullets, rather than penetrating, flattened and dropped.
“Grenade!!”
“Ooh!”
They tossed a pin-pulled grenade.
As the enchantment-affected magical grenade flew toward her, Wakamou caught it and put it into her mouth.
When a situation more shocking than preposterous erupted, smoke puffed from her small mouth after the explosion.
“If you throw things like this, people might get hurt.”
As they stood in disbelief of what they were witnessing, a [Shooter] dashed forward, drew a pistol, and fired at Wakamou’s eye.
Whether by [Skill] or not, the swiftly launched bullet hit the eyeball, then crumpled and fell away.
Despite not giving up and firing a shotgun from close range, bullets clung to her body as smoke rose, and Wakamou stared back.
“The bullets…are too small, friend.”
“Ugh…uh…”
In an all-too-gentle voice that felt devoid of reality, the [Shooter] dropped his gun.
Seeing everyone discard their firearms, Wakamou brightly smiled and respectfully requested.
“Could you gather and bring me those dropped bullets?”
Even without any threats or coercion implied, they were terrified, hurriedly picking up the crumpled bullets scattered on the ground and placing them ceremoniously on Wakamou’s large palm.
Unbelievably meek and courteous for supposed terrorists.
To those who complied, Wakamou politely tied their arms and legs with ribbon knots, suggesting they surrender peacefully when the police arrive.
“[…so what of the target..? What’s the Scout’s estimate on her magic power?]”
From a distance, a sniper, prepared to fire with [Mana Burn], relayed in English through a [Wizard] standing beside him.
No less than a kilometer away.
Not an easy target but not impossible for the [Shooter] to hit.
“It’s over 9,000.”
“[What!? 9,000!? Is that possible for a level-30 raid party member? Truly threatening…!]”
Thus, it was best labeled as a Chinese terrorist incident here.
An unimaginable monster, incomprehensible what it’s thinking, was a headache even in the States. Who knows what new [Six-Legged Beast] could emerge?
It had been under watch for a long time already.
Yet, a request from their own president to eliminate it must’ve been a first for America.
“…Colonel, the magic power is rising. Just now… it’s reaching 10,000…”
As the [Wizard] continued to speak, their voice began to stretch.
“[…What’s happening? Something wrong?]”
“The magic power is over 100,000…”
“[Ludicrous. That level is akin to the highest-ranking Wizards…]”
“200,000…”
“[What did you say..?]”
Impossible. Even as a [Wizard] sensing mana levels, impossible..!!
Spurt!
“Ugh…magic power’s breached 530,000…surging to 600,000…!”
The [Wizard] groaned, blood spilling from his eyes due to the overwhelming level he was seeing.
“[…Cease the shot. A [Mana Burn] of that magnitude…what’s the potential damage?]”
“Shanghai would be obliterated.”
“[Is that a walking nuclear weapon?]”
With mana surpassing 600,000, akin to the top layer boss of the tower. Beyond this was a domain indecipherable even for a [Wizard].
Wiping the bloody tears from his eyes, he struggled to steady his fear-gripped heart.
Had they fired without evaluating, they would have been swept and killed themselves.
“What is South Korea doing…this is insanity.”
Did South Korea’s president intend to make this monster fight America!!?
If it rampaged solo, destroying towers…America would be finished.
Reviewing climbing videos showcasing its outstanding combat power, they had estimated her strength and calculated as climbers, but they had it all wrong.
If this was her weakened state, humanity had no hope.
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“Whee, a treasure trove of [Rare Metal]!! It feels like I’m Zhuge Liang catching arrows!”
“…..Even Zhuge Liang didn’t catch them with his bare hands.”
Gathering the bullets into the bag Liu Ying brought, Wakamou grinned ear to ear.
“We could do alchemy with this~ Right~?”
“Mm!”
“Wow, but to throw grenades…without even evacuating citizens. Terror is scary.”
By manipulating idol’s body with mana and resisting it, she felt momentarily anxious as her mana fell below 10,000.
Though it was all within leisure, thanks to spare mana storages! With increased mana recovery speed, it filled up gradually while staying still.
Amid actual combat, there wouldn’t be room for such ease, but perhaps more performance variations could be achieved?
“….Shall we?”
The manager glanced at the police leading the submissively captured terrorists, then led Wakamou and Liu Ying.
Guiding them to the premier, who had likely been waiting for them impatiently, the manager fretted over what and how much to disclose to her.
Despite pondering endlessly, no words came easily, and Wakamou soon reached the site prepared for the Politburo Standing Committee meeting, where the core of power, the seven-member standing committee, was gathered.
Bearing Liu Ying in her arms, Wakamou entered the open door, drawing all eyes toward her.
Showing their tight demeanor, they appeared as if they already knew about the attempt on Wakamou.
Unfolding her resplendent golden threads like a bewitching national beauty, Wakamou smiled with her mouth partly hidden.
“Though times have changed, it seems only the assassins’ weapons have altered. Poisoning meals was common back in the Zhou era…there’s no need to introduce myself to you.”
She released her mana.
Climbers could handle it, whereas for regular people, even breathing became laborious due to the overwhelming mana, turning their faces pale.
Modulating her strength appropriately as not to cause rudeness, she gracefully retrieved the mana manipulation and folded her fan with a whispering sound.
With the dissipated pressure, cold sweat streaked down the Standing Committee members’ and the premier’s faces.
“A wise person says the heart has seven holes. I do wonder how true it is modern days. With hooligans rampant in citizens’ imperial capital─ isn’t seven too many?”
The alluring smile she cast, longing for one of the most brutal execution methods in Chinese history, made one of the polity yelp in horror.
Picking up a spent shell casing with her fingers…she melted it effortlessly in her grasp, and with molten metal trickling over her hand without altering her expression, Wakamou sat down with Liu Ying in her arms.
“Hehe, just a joke. Adorable compared to the nukes dropped on Japan. Humans can’t die from bullets, can they?”
Setting down a fishing rod from her sleeve, she showed it conspicuously to them.
As they appeared puzzled by the unexpected revelation, the room stilled, recognizing the item’s origin made their expressions freeze.
How did Jiang Taigong’s fishing rod, the one said to have driven away Dalki, come to her possession?
They racked their brains, pondering the intent behind showing such an item.
“Jiang Shang lived to a ripe age. There’s nothing to fear here. Found myself invited to the royal court’s call for the first time in ages, and it feels like a stroll…did you require my precious, darling Liu Ying?”
Wakamou, meticulously rehearsing through the night diligently to avoid mistakes, successfully delivered her first performance like an amateur actor proud of a debut act.
And without knowing her true intentions or character, how might it sound to these people?
They knew she had resided in Japan. Could it be true, the claim she survived a nuclear blast?
Even if not, the fishing rod of Jiang Taigong was undoubtedly genuine.
Jiang Shang, known as the founder of Qi, what had been his fate against the fox he failed to kill?
Initially, the Premier had a plan.
With the 신규 조항중국의금한령(禁韓令), he intended to apply forceful pressure with threats of imposing sanctions on Korea and imposing disadvantages on businesses.
But witnessing hitting her halfway split head without harm, firepower that could surely kill climbers seemed insufficient as they watched─!!!
They thought at best she might be a strong climber. Even as the King of Authority or President of the Korean Association, they believed they could kill her on Chinese soil.
But she wasn’t just a survivor who remained throughout numerous wars in East Asia beyond Chinese soil; she was a real monster.
Moreover, she conspicuously displayed a nemesis’ item that was akin to the worst bond for them.
It was a declaration that trivial jesting wasn’t slipping past them. They laughed at the low-level staged terror intended to kill, showing what became of those who dared oppose them, including the Premier and members.
Of course, that wasn’t Wakamou’s exact intent.
These people were smart. Showing a seemingly related object would certainly lead them to misunderstand?
The Premier, who attempted extortion with intimidation, realized he’d been tricked by the Korean president(?) at last.
‘Darn…a wretched puppet of a sovereign has taken me in…!!’
But now it was crucial to veer matters to smooth and placated solutions.
“The remnants of the terrorists will be punished by us. We simply need to defeat the main terrorist group self-designated as the ‘Son of Heaven’ to save the country. We sought Miss Liu Ying’s aid for cooperation, but somehow the message got misinterpreted.
“Should you help us…we will provide a [Artifact-level Item] as a reward!! For the peace of the international community…no, as Asian compatriots, we seek your help. And will adequately compensate for it.”
“Manager, it turns out they are quite gentle folks~”
Watching the scene, with the Premier and the members of the Standing Committee in desperation, Manager Wanda Haye nodded in acknowledgment.
For the yawning Wakamou, who buried her face in Wakamou’s chest and dozed off, Wakamou soothingly patted her saying sleep tight, then rose from her seat and grinned.
“However, gentlemen. Wakamou Inarizushi doesn’t need your assistance. Nor do I need rewards.”
“Huh…?”
“Unable to stream, missing VTuber broadcasts. With the mess growing due to the side who first instigated this. I’m now free to act as I see fit.”
With radiant eyes, Wakamou declared, almost close to a proclamation, before departing.
Though offering the [Korean-Chinese King’s Sword Saint] if desired, Wakamou left without taking it.
Destination: Sichuan Province!!
Ready to beat up the Collector who took all my artifact-grade items.
Suppressing my grievance of being unable to stream, watch VTuber broadcasts, or clip content…!
“Tell the Collector, I, Wakamou Inarizushi, am coming!!!”
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