My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

Fischl nodded and said in a satisfied tone, while Oz, sensing that Fischl's thoughts had come to fruition, felt somewhat helpless.

Oh no, Miss's delusions are beyond saving, and she's started again in public.

The identity of a convicted princess is impossible in reality. Miss's desire for such an identity is like a fish trying to live on land—it's simply impossible.

The world doesn't just magically conjure up a secluded paradise; however, I'd better not disturb the young lady's mood, or I'll be the one who suffers.

With this in mind, Oz glanced at the screen, and seeing Fischl's cold, expressionless face on the screen, Oz felt he had many questions.

Wait, who else could it be but you?

The difference between the lady on the screen and the lady in real life is too great. Although the record of fate can indeed be wrong, this error... well, it's a bit outrageous.

This kind of expression, which fundamentally despises others and treats them as nothing more than ants on the ground, is something that Miss could never do.

No one understands Fischl better than me, Oz. The person on the screen must be someone else pretending to be Miss, right?

"Interesting, but meaningless."

The alien sneered and said this, and the next moment his body exploded on the spot, turning into countless sub-body parts that scattered in all directions.

The offspring grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, there were already dozens of alien invaders. Looking at the two people surrounded by him, a mocking smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"The ability of the Descendants from the Pure Land of Dark Night to quickly assimilate their own physical form into clones with comparable strength is indeed troublesome for ordinary people in a certain sense."

Looking at the being she called the Descendant not far away, Barbara on the screen spoke calmly.

"The end of Teyvat has come, and you are the one who guided it all, Your Majesty, Princess of the Ethereal Land. The ethereal light of the Ethereal Land will sweep across this land cherished by the heavens."

And you, ha, our Pure Land of Dark Night doesn't need a king like you. You should just obediently hand over the power of lifelessness to us, the Reformers."

The Descendant looked at Fischl with disdain, as if the two people surrounded before him could be wiped out with a flick of his finger.

"So... there really is such a thing as the Pure Land of the Night?"

Looking at the scene unfolding before her, Amber rubbed her head, feeling a bit of a headache, while Fischl stared blankly at the Descendant on the screen who claimed to be trying to seize her power.

Looking back at the somewhat bewildered girl, Jean pondered for a moment before speaking softly to Fischl, "Don't worry, leave the matter of the Dark Night Sanctuary to me."

Upon hearing these words, Fischl's lips curled up slightly, and he said confidently, "There's no need for that. They're just assassins from their homeland. The outcome of the battle has already been decided and cannot be changed."

I, the Judgment Princess of the Netherworld, will reap the fruit of victory, and with the eerie light of the Netherworld, and the thunderous roar symbolizing my wrath, I will carve out the eternal path of triumph.

Facing the chuunibyou Fischl, Fischl showed a slightly forced expression. How should one deal with this situation?

"Oh, I see. As expected of Fischl. Keep it up! Just let us know if you need any help."

Jean, who was unsure how to advise the chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) girl, said this, while Oz looked at everything in front of him with a blank expression.

Wait, can someone tell me what's going on? Shouldn't the Pure Land of Night be a kingdom in stories? How could it possibly exist in reality?

And how did the young lady, who is clearly an ordinary person, become the real Princess of the Pure Land of Night?

"I was sealed away for ten thousand years and banished from my homeland, and you, a mere newcomer, dare to utter such arrogant words in front of me."

Such disrespect can only be extinguished by annihilation into nothingness, and... the condemned princess of the Netherworld?

"Ha, I already understood that the princess's power was limited long before I was reincarnated."

Looking at Fischl on the Descendant screen, she sneered, and Barbara, hearing this, casually asked out of curiosity, "So you've decided?"

"So I'm no longer going to be the princess and Fischl. The princess and Fischl's power is limited."

To restore the glory of the Pure Land of Dark Night is my duty, Fischl. Barbara, I am no longer the Princess of Judgment.

"I am now the reigning emperor of the Dark Night Pure Land, crowned with apocalypse and draped with divine revelation, the master who hunts the power of life—Little Amy, the Emperor of Judgment from the Dark Night Pure Land!"

As she spoke, Fischl raised her right hand, and a dark purple plasma began to gather on it. With a thought, the sphere suddenly exploded, and the descendant was instantly covered by the purple light of the plasma eruption.

"May your life end before me, Emperor Amy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bodies of the Descendants began to gradually dissipate. The Descendant had his own way of dealing with this attack, and his backup plan had already begun to be activated.

In reality, Fischl's face instantly flushed crimson upon hearing the name.

What the heck is Little Amy? What is the other me doing? I'm not Little Amy, I'm Fischl!

"Returning to simplicity?"

As Oz listened to his master's words on the screen, he felt that the history was a bit abnormal. What exactly did the young lady in that world go through?

At the same time, the music suddenly amplified, and unlike the previous pure sound effects, the lyrics began to play.

"The girl who abandoned the name of Fischl to fight, little Amy, little Amy, little Amy~???"

Upon hearing this lyric, Fischl himself visibly lost control of his emotions: "Who is little Amy? It's Fischl, the Emperor of Judgment, Fischl!"

Although it's a bit hard to accept to be called back by her original name, shouldn't becoming a judged princess and then an emperor be considered a kind of strengthening in a sense?

At this moment, the scene on the screen shifted again, and the annihilated invaders were resurrected and rushed towards Emperor Judgment, Little Amy.

Chapter 774: Oz, please sit down.

"Emperor? That title is far too early for you. You are no longer the beloved Princess who is the heart of the people!"

As the Descendant spoke, he rapidly multiplied, becoming a single race in himself, with dozens of Descendants appearing in the blink of an eye.

"There is only one person who can become emperor, and that is me!"

Dozens of the Descendants spoke at the same time, and the next moment they all raised their right hands and aimed at Fischl.

A beam of intense heat condensed in the palm of their right hand and shot straight at Fischl. Fischl's lips curled slightly at the sight.

"No one can break the covenant I wrote. Now the first page has begun, and the true king who will rule the Pure Land of Dark Night has already been destined. The emperor belongs to me, little Amy, and this has never wavered!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a red beam of light descended upon this world through the spatial portal, curving and shooting down dozens of invaders one by one.

"Stop talking..."

Meanwhile, in the real world, Fischl, who was initially excited by her incredibly handsome performance on the screen, instantly became dejected upon hearing that name, like a wilted eggplant.

That covenant and the title page, those are clearly some really cool lines.

But why, why is the name following it not the great and noble Princess Fischl, but that not-so-handsome little Amy!

In the real world, Fischl's thoughts could not sway the plot unfolding on the screen. At this moment, Fischl on the screen calmly said:

"Anyone who tries to defy me, Little Amy, will only meet one end: death!"

Her cold, ruthless voice made everyone present know she wasn't joking, and her domineering lines were ruined by the overly cute name, Little Amy.

"Hey, Oz, tell me, why did that forbidden name appear in the world that day?"

Fischl's eyes seemed to have lost their luster at that moment, and Oz fell silent for a moment upon hearing her words.

"Oz, please sit down."

Upon hearing Fischl's lines, Lisa, who was looking at the screen, suddenly spoke up.

The line Little Amy said sounds familiar; I think I saw it before on the intelligence gathering site. It's a pity that story was destined to have no ending.

I heard that the author was unfortunately hit by a dump truck when he was almost writing the finale...

Ahem, due to some unforeseen circumstances, the author ultimately departed this world after writing that last sentence, and the work he had seen, which may have taken place in another world, was never continued.

It seems that little Amy has also read that comic.

"Oh? Thanks, but it seems there are no seats available."

After a moment's thought, Lisa Oz thanked her for speaking. But the next moment, Fischl snapped her fingers and the floating pet seat appeared to the right front of her seat.

"Yes, Oz, please sit down."

After saying that, Fischl continued to look at the screen. No matter what happened, she should face it bravely. She didn't know why the other person on the screen had chosen that name.

However, the fate of his world has changed. There is no longer little Amy in his world, only the Emperor of Judgment, Fischl, of the Pure Land of Night.

As Fischl thought about this, her eyes gradually hardened. Yes, the version of herself on the screen might be from another world. Just because she would use that name to refer to herself doesn't mean she would.

Is Fischl's power limited?

No, Fischl never gives up!

The princess's power can create miracles. She herself is the creator of miracles, and she will surpass the condemned Emperor, Little Amy, in the name of Fischl.

With that in mind, Fischl continued to focus her attention on the screen.

"Amy's wings are Oswald, and Amy's beams are Omega rays~"

As the song began, the invaders on the screen were once again completely annihilated by Fischl's attack.

"I am immortal!"

However, this elimination clearly did not have much effect, and the people from Teyvat couldn't help but frown when faced with the restored Descendants.

This is something that could very well appear in my world in the future—the ability to regenerate even when shattered beyond recognition…

Dangerous, extremely dangerous.

So, having been constantly attacked, there's no way to assess their performance. Are they simply unable to make a move against the Emperor of Judgment...?

It seems that, apart from this extremely dangerous guy, Fischl is also a potential star among the owners of the Heart of God?

"Your Majesty, times have changed. Individual strength is limited, but the combined power of a group with a clear division of labor is enough to accomplish the miracle of slaying a god."

There is strength in numbers. I am now the embodiment of numbers. You only have two people on your side, but I now have an endless number of brothers and sisters.

"To oppose me is an utterly foolish idea, but it's too late now. I won't give you another chance to regret it, Your Majesty. Now, you may die!"

The number of people is increasing rapidly. This new approach has directly surpassed all previous limitations, one of which was the number of people.

One, ten, hundred, thousand...

In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand invaders appeared on the screen, but Fischl remained completely calm in the face of this scene.

At this moment, thousands of the Descendants said in unison, "Hiding in front of me is of no use. Just wait, after I kill you, I will find your original body from your past life."

The moment your true form attacked me, I sensed its location, little Amy. Now I'm everywhere; you're completely surrounded.

In the real world, Fischl frowned upon seeing this scene. The area on the screen seemed like a dead end. How would her other self deal with it?

Faced with the words of the descendant on the screen, Emperor Fischl, the judge, remained completely calm and replied:

"Trying to win by overwhelming numbers? If I were you, I wouldn't make such a foolish choice. Most of my attacks have been single-target attacks."

I'm really not good at group fights, so... this time I've specially brought along a strong ally.