National Destiny: Starting with a gender-swapped role as Artoria

They are trying to explain something.

"Princess! Can't you listen to me? This is no joke! We'd better find a place to hide first!"

Bedford was struggling to explain, trying to make the royal princess understand the seriousness of the situation.

Eriri didn't reply, but instead looked annoyed.

Regarding the matter of war and national destiny.

She actually knew nothing, because she hadn't watched any television all day.

She was simply at home, drinking a beverage and drawing, when suddenly she was transported to another world!

Without giving any answer, she walked straight ahead, thinking it was a prank her grandmother had arranged for her.

"Grandma, you even hired that soccer player to act with you! What are you thinking?!"

Behind him, Bedohham let out a heavy sigh. He was actually quite flustered, thinking that with so many people in the British Isles, he was unlikely to be chosen.

So I went to the court to practice, and then my face suddenly appeared on the big screen, which startled me.

Before I could even react, I had transmigrated.

The most crucial thing is that it was him; the Queen's maiden was teleported along with her!

This is a global live stream! That means even the Queen is watching! If I don't do anything about it...

That's just suicide... wouldn't that end his football career?

"Your Highness! Please wait a moment! Let me tell you what happened..."

Beckham then chased after Eriri.

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Live stream from the British Isles.

"Oh... this... it seems like our princess doesn't know anything at all..."

"Bedohham! It's Bedohham! The one who plays football! Idol, I believe in you! No matter what kind of award the aliens give you, you must keep going! One football and you'll blast them all apart!"

"Princess?! Is it Princess Eriri?! Good heavens! Why is she chosen as a representative of our country?! I don't mean to belittle you! But! What use can a princess who grows up in a greenhouse with delicate skin be?!"

"Bedford Ham's sweating and desperate explanation is hilarious, hahaha."

"One is a soccer player, and the other is a princess. What's the point of fighting?"

"Sigh, I hope the aliens' mission isn't something like infighting. Bedokham is alright, since he plays football, but Her Highness is really in danger..."

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Inside the palace, the Queen and a group of military officers sat around the television, all looking tense.

The Queen, in particular, felt her heart pounding so hard after confirming that her granddaughter had been chosen that she had to put her hand to her chest to calm herself.

"Eri... please be careful... God... is there anyone who can protect her for me... even if it costs me everything..."

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"Holy crap! There's a gender-swapped man in China! Everyone, go check it out!"

"What?! Really?! Gender swap?! Oh my god!"

"Oh my god! This... is so beautiful! But... but is she cosplaying?!"

"One is a transvestite cosplayer and the other is a black-haired woman. I feel a little more at ease with that..."

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On the other side of the Starry Sky Forest.

Beneath a rather large tree, Vermouth and Irina leaned against it.

Irina wore a classic white women's suit, while Vermouth was dressed in all black.

They both had very aloof demeanors; one had long, silver hair with big waves, and the other had long, blonde hair with big waves.

Both stunningly beautiful women are top assassins in the Free Country, and they are fully aware of each other's identities.

The situation was so shocking and sudden that both of them lowered their heads and silently smoked, neither of them speaking.

Vermouth was watching the teleportation from a backstage studio, while Vermouth was in the student office.

"I said, do you understand what the situation is right now?"

Irina slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and asked.

"Didn't they make it very clear on TV? We were chosen to represent the Free Nation in the war of national destiny."

Vermouth had finished her cigarette. She threw the butt on the ground and stomped it out with her black high heels.

"No matter what, let's hide for now. Standing here isn't a solution."

"That's true, and there's something strange about this forest."

"I feel so too."

The black and white Grim Reapers slowly disappeared into the darkness, vanishing without a trace.

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The live stream from the Free Country.

"Oh my god! Our country's representatives are truly amazing! They're all stunning beauties! And they all have big, wavy hair!"

"Oh my god! That's?! That silver-haired one?! Isn't that Sharon Vineyard?! That actress! So her real name is Vermouth?!"

"Oh my god! That blonde beauty is quite something! Irina Jelavic! Is her name really that nice?!"

"Oh my god! These two are so beautiful! I love them so much!"

"Oh my god! Please, you two, marry me!"

"Oh my god! Do you guys only think with your lower bodies? We may call ourselves a free country! Everyone is free! But we're in a war of national destiny right now! At least show some concern for the situation in other countries!"

"Oh my god! You yourself said we're free! Who cares about this stuff? Let that Trump bastard worry about it!"

"Oh my god! I've disliked Trump for ages! When is he finally going to be assassinated?!"

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Inside the White House. The Oval Office.

Trump looked at the barrage of insults directed at him on the live stream screen, but he wasn't angry.

They truly are free people; they don't care about wars that concern the fate of their own country, unlike my motherland which is so united.

Wait for me! My motherland! I will definitely complete my mission and return to your embrace!

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"Oh my god! There's a man in China who underwent gender reassignment surgery! Oh my god! He's so handsome! Oh my god!"

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter Six: The Blood of Fanma is Boiling! Is Japan Going to Destroy China?

The people of the Free Country quickly discovered the situation in the Celestial Empire, and in an instant, the entire screen was filled with messages of "Oh my god!"

In an instant!

The director suddenly switched the camera angle!

Everyone on Earth watching the live stream was stunned for a moment.

The dense barrage of comments on the screen stopped, revealing a man's face.

The strongest creature on Earth!

Yujiro Hanma!

A former professional mercenary, he developed terrifying, devilish muscles by turning his body into a weapon and fighting on battlefields around the world since his youth.

It has defeated several US special forces units, numerous armed criminal organizations, wild beasts such as yakshasas, African elephants, and polar bears, leaving behind various powerful legends.

He meticulously studied martial arts, mastered all martial arts techniques in the world, and used his overwhelming pure violence to defeat all masters. He is the epitome of the strongest violence. In the daily life-and-death battles that are as common as eating, drinking and defecating, he has evolved a bone as strong as metal.

Even lightning cannot harm it, and leaders of major world powers such as the United States have discussed and used high-tech means to monitor its actions at all times.

This is the formidable power of Yujiro, the strongest warrior on Earth.

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Celestial Empire

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Isn't this a comic book character? Does this person even exist in real life?!"

"Your purity is too low..."

"The second year of Yuanhe..."

“Adventurer, Joe…”