Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

"Take the power of Cronus." Tan Zhengzong looked at the 'temporary worker' in front of him and smiled. "Welcome to the Dream Company, Nian Zhuo."

“I’m really looking forward to seeing the value of your product—” Seeing that Nian Zhuo’s hand was about to touch the malfunctioning driver, Tan Zhengzong suddenly reached out and stopped him.

“Similarly, if you fail to demonstrate the value of your product, I will make you—” His tone carried a hint of murderous intent.

"Out of print".

"Hmph... Don't underestimate me, old man. Oh, no, I should call you president now." Nian Zhuo looked at Dan Zhengzong with equal defiance, and suddenly gripped the faulty driver and cartridge tightly in his hand.

"Then goodbye, Masamune Dan." As the fault driver was taken into his possession, the surrounding game realm gradually dissipated.

Tan Masamune remained smiling as he silently spun the chair back to its original position.

Afterwards, Nianzhuo returned to his original world.

Zi-O II: The Self That Doesn't Exist in the Mirror World?

"...Ha, can I still get a good night's sleep?" For the third time, Nian Zhuo sat up in bed with a sleepy look on his face and rubbed his sore eyes. "But, I've already obtained the power of four Rider Watches, so it's not a particularly bad deal, right?"

Nianzhuo glanced at the clock on the wall, shook his head, and sighed.

"Sigh... Now comes the main event." At this moment, Nian Zhuo's palms were slightly glowing.

Having inherited some of the Demon King's true power, Zi-O begins to show his potential - Zi-O II.

However, the watch face that should have been two dials connected together now only has one half of the dial, which is emitting a white light, in Nian Zhuo's hands, while the other half, the gold-plated Zi-O dial, is nowhere to be found.

"If I can resolve this sooner, I should be able to get a good night's sleep." Nian Zhuo, who had succeeded time and time again, was now full of fighting spirit. "...Then, let me see what I look like in that mirror world."

(Although I'm pretty much the same, I can guess who it could be... Hmph.)

With a displeased expression, Nian Zhuo raised an eyebrow and pressed the button on the silver-white watch face in his hand.

However, after pressing the button, nothing happened.

"Zio ll--!" The sound effect was accompanied by an intense burst of white light.

"Hmm...? This is...!" Upon seeing the white light, Nian Zhuo immediately realized it seemed somewhat similar to the light that had guided him through, meaning—

"...No way." Nian Zhuo only had time to utter that one sentence before his figure was instantly swallowed up by the white light.

The camera in the room turned completely white for a split second.

The next moment, Nianzhuo's figure vanished from the image. Unfortunately, it was late at night.

"Ring ring ring—" The noisy alarm clock rang in my ears.

"Hmm... um?" Feeling the heaviness of her eyelids, Nianzhuo opened her eyes with difficulty. "...What time is it now?"

"Nianzhuo! Hurry up! You're going to be late for your exam!" The sound of slippers scraping the floor seemed to come from outside the room, and a somewhat impatient male voice came through the door into Nianzhuo's ears, "Get up and eat breakfast!"

"...Hmm? An exam? What's that again?" Nianzhuo struggled to recall, sitting up from the bed. "I know, Dad." Responding to the voice outside the door with practiced ease, Nianzhuo rolled over and landed on the floor.

"Hmm? Dad?" Something was off. Nianzhuo pondered the word repeatedly, sensing that something was amiss.

"Oh right? Are you still half asleep? Your mother has been making breakfast for almost 5 minutes! Isn't today your exam day? Hurry up and come out to eat!" The authoritative male voice remained unchanged, instead urging Nianzhuo inside the door as if it were perfectly normal.

"Oh, okay... I know, I know!" Right, it's not that strange. Nian Zhuo thought to himself, pushing the feeling that something was wrong to the back of his mind. "Coming right away! Mom and Dad, remember to wait for me!"

I dressed skillfully, slipped on my slippers, and then sprinted into the bathroom to wash and brush my teeth.

"...Yes, my name is Nianzhuo, and I'm a 17-year-old high school sophomore." While brushing his teeth, Nianzhuo stared intently at his reflection in the mirror, uttering the matter-of-fact words, "But—" before covering his right eye.

"...This restlessness, this feeling of confusion...what could be causing this?" Nianzhuo picked up a towel and wiped his face, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Oh no...! What am I dawdling here for...! I'm going to be late!"

I quickly washed my face with water, gave it a quick wipe, and tossed the towel aside.

Nianzhuo quickly arrived at the restaurant, where her mother and father had been waiting for her for a long time.

"...I'm sorry! Mom and Dad! Please forgive me!" With his hands clasped together, Nianzhuo quickly grabbed a sandwich from the table and a glass of milk from the side, stuffing it into his mouth without saying a word.

"Ugh...! Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh...! (Goodbye! I'm off!)" Nianzhuo mumbled incoherently as she grabbed her schoolbag and ran out the door.

"Ugh! You! Is this what you eat for breakfast?!" Waving a spatula, the mother nagged incessantly from behind, but then her words turned into worried admonitions, "Nianzhuo! You must do your best at school! Study hard for your exams!"

The father, who had been reading the newspaper behind him, also lowered the newspaper and watched Nianzhuo run away with his glasses on.

"Sigh...this child." He sighed helplessly.

This is Nianzhuo's family, an ordinary, unremarkable morning.

While speeding along the road on his bike, Nianzhuo still had time to glance at his watch. "...It's okay! I'll make it!"

I couldn't help but sprint, and finally stepped into the classroom at the last moment.

"Ding-dong—" The school bell rang precisely after Nian Zhuo entered. Nian Zhuo, slumped in his seat, let out a long sigh of relief. "I barely made it..."

"Um, are you alright, Nianzhuo?" A clear, melodious voice came from beside me. Who could it be?

“…Um, it’s nothing.” Nianzhuo replied, turning his head away.

A literary girl with flowing black hair and glasses—?

"Ah...it's the class monitor. Look at my memory, I almost forgot." Indeed, he couldn't remember. The only impression Nian Zhuo had of the girl in front of him was that she was his class monitor, and nothing else.

It seems... that's how it should be?

"...Oh, and we're collecting homework soon. Have you done it?" The girl, a little hesitant, tugged at her clothes and pulled two notebooks from a large stack on the table. "If you don't mind... these are mine, do you want to see them?"

"Oh, thank you so much, class monitor!" The moment Nian Zhuo saw the homework, the message "didn't do homework last night" automatically popped into his mind, so he had no choice but to accept the homework with a rather helpless expression.

"Copying homework... I haven't done it for three years..." The muttered words startled even Nianzhuo. "Eh...? The college entrance exam hasn't even started yet, how can I get rid of homework...?"

"Well...maybe I'm overthinking it." Nian Zhuo glanced at the blushing face of the literature girl beside him and gave a helpless snort. "Anyway, let's just take it one step at a time."

The morning reading bell rang on time, and Nianzhuo finally finished his homework before then and successfully handed it in to the literature girl.

"Ugh... I'm so tired." Lying on the table, Nianzhuo's eyelids were already drooping slightly. "I went to bed so early yesterday, but why am I getting more and more sleepy today...?"

"Screech—" The sound of glass scraping suddenly rang in Nianzhuo's ears, and at the same time, a seemingly chaotic black and white photograph entered Nianzhuo's mind.

"What is that...?" He tried to recall the black and white photos that had entered his mind, but every time he tried to remember them, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

"Forget it, if I can't figure it out, I won't think about it anymore." This is Nian Zhuo's consistent style.

Lying on the table, Nianzhuo was hoping to take this opportunity to catch up on some sleep.

"Hey! Wait a minute." It seemed that a voice entered Nianzhuo's ears as his eyelids trembled.

Something's not right!

"Hmm...?" Hearing a woman's voice again beside his ear, Nianzhuo struggled to open his eyelids. "Ah, you are..."

The girl with pigtails was impatiently poking Nianzhuo's waist, but Nianzhuo really couldn't remember what her name was.

"...Huh?! You even dare to forget me?" The girl tossed her ponytail behind her and proudly patted her chest. "I'll only say it once, so you'd better remember that!"

“I am Nel, and I’m determined to become the queen of the fashion world! And—” As if remembering some interesting promise, Nel licked her lips and pulled Nencho up from her seat.

Looking directly into Nianzhuo's bewildered eyes, Nilu tapped Nianzhuo's nose with satisfaction.

"But I want to conquer you, and make you my manager, Nel...?"

A proud voice, Queen...

"...Crack." It sounded like something breaking again in his mind, and Nian Zhuo felt a sharp pain coming from deep within his brain once more.

Short blonde hair, a red evening gown—and a girl whose face is not visible.

Everything was in black and white, like an old photograph being shown.

He wanted to reach out and touch that blonde girl who seemed like a figure from his dreams.

Did she turn around...? But why can't I see what she looks like?

“…Wake up…” Did she say something? But why is her voice completely inaudible, like the sound of electricity?

"—Who are you?" He reached out his hand, and it seemed as if he, like the person in the old photograph, was also reaching out his hand?

Did I say anything? Did I receive anything? But why can't I feel anything?

Suddenly, the scene in front of me began to rewind, like an old-fashioned projector, and it was getting faster and faster.

"Ah...!" Nianzhuo opened his eyes abruptly and realized that he was still in the classroom.

Nianzhuo pinched his empty right hand, becoming increasingly puzzled.

"Who exactly is she... and where did I see her?" These questions remained unanswered, but the classroom clock chimed, signaling the start of class.

"Phew..." Having not rested well at all, Nian Zhuo quietly looked at the girl who called herself Nilu not far away. Although he should have seen her before, her name...

"If it really is Nilu, how could I not remember?" With a sigh of disappointment, Nianzhuo took out his textbook from his schoolbag.

"Hmm...? Why does it look a bit yellowed?" In disbelief, the textbook, which was spotless in my memory just yesterday, now looked as if time had suddenly sped up many years, with even the corners of the book turning slightly yellow.

I can't worry about that now, class is the priority.

With a "bang," the teacher opened the classroom door and walked in.

"...?" Something's not right. Nian Zhuo had felt vaguely awkward ever since he woke up this morning. "He's clearly my teacher, but why don't I even know his name or what subject he teaches? Could it be..."

"I have amnesia?" Nian Zhuo looked around, his gaze sweeping across everyone's faces. When it passed over the class monitor and Ni Lu, the two of them noticed very quickly. However, the former blushed slightly and avoided Nian Zhuo's gaze, quietly waving at him, while Ni Lu was much bolder, turning around directly to look at him, even puffing out her chest.

However, Nianzhuo's focus was clearly not on this.

Nianzhuo observed every classmate in the class, scrutinizing every detail of them.

However, until the very end, Nianzhuo was unable to pronounce a single classmate's name.

Apart from Nilu and the class monitor, who had already introduced themselves, Ni Zhuo couldn't remember any of the other classmates' names.

"...What's wrong with me?" Selective amnesia? But forgetting only his classmate's name is too much of a coincidence. Nian Zhuo dismissed the possibility without giving it much thought.

"Alright, alright, students, please be quiet for a moment." The teacher walked to the podium with somewhat relaxed steps, and coughed lightly as he did so. "The reason we started class so early today is to tell you all something."

"That is—our class is honored to welcome a transfer student!" Pointing towards the door, all the students in the class followed the teacher's finger and looked towards the doorway.

She stepped into the classroom in bright silver boots with a hint of purple.

"...What's going on?!" Feeling his breathing suddenly become heavier and his heartbeat faster and faster, Nianzhuo couldn't believe it. "What...what's wrong with me?!"

She had pure white silver hair, and it seemed that she was wearing hour and minute hand ornaments on her head.

The girl walked onto the podium with the sound of her boots treading the ground, like a fairy descending from heaven, as swift as the wind.