Am I the only one streaming Sword Art Online on the entire internet?

Everyone outside is speculating about Solin's current condition, as he hasn't woken up yet. But what is Solin actually doing right now...?

"Solin, is this a good start?" Yuna sat at a table, holding a hand of cards, looking at Solin with pleading eyes. "You said before that three locations are basically enough to start a winning hand..."

"Let me see... Hmm, he must have lost." Sorin calmly patted Yuna's head, then sat down next to her, looking at Kayaba Akihiko sitting opposite Yuna with a gloating expression.

"I go first, next is Boiling Lake, find a Bloody Tomb and go straight in, lose a total of three health, then lose two health to get a Thought, and show me your hand."

He smoothly performed this series of operations, and after Solin helped him cut the deck, he confidently showed him Yuna's hand—a set of Tama Furnaces, two Kahns, one Ujin, and one Tungramor.

"Next round, next round." Kayaba Akihiko neatly put away his cards, then looked at Sorin with a questioning gaze. "This is the second time, isn't it? Are all newbies this scary when they play cards?"

"More than that, I think you went to all this trouble to bring Yuna and me here, it wasn't just to play cards with me, was it?" Sorin calmly held down Kayaba Akihiko's hands as he was about to shuffle the cards, staring intently into his eyes, and asked, "The game is over, Aincrad is collapsing, and your time is probably running out."

"That's just a symbolic gesture. The collapse of Aincrad that you're seeing now is the complete deletion of the server hosts on the fifth basement floor of ARGUS headquarters. In about five minutes, this world will be completely destroyed."

Kayaba Akihiko put his deck away and explained, "He's no longer the Yura he once was; he's now his original form as a SAO developer—wearing a white shirt, tie, and a white lab coat. Only his metallic eyes remain the same on his thin, delicate face."

However, now, those eyes were filled with a gentle gaze as he looked at the gradually disappearing floating city, his entire body appearing semi-transparent.

This is what's so amazing. Just a few minutes ago, Solin was engaged in a life-or-death struggle with this man, but now the two are sitting face to face at a table, fiddling with magical little pieces of paper. It's nothing short of a miracle.

"By the way, I'd like to know how the players are doing now. I remember hearing a notification that the game guide was completed before I left Kahn's room," Sorin asked, steering the conversation back on track.

"Don't worry, just now, all the remaining players—a total of 7,316—successfully logged out of the game."

“Those who died… they must all be completely dead by now.” Solin sighed, seemingly regretting this established fact. “And please continue to answer my questions directly. You called me and Yuna here, surely it wasn’t just to teach Yuna how to use the Huta Pulse Furnace, right? This thing doesn’t need to be taught.”

"I just wanted to say a few words to you all one last time. As I said, when no one recognized my plan and no one believed in my dream, you were the only one who agreed with me and sincerely wished me success." Kayaba Akihiko sighed, his gaze seemingly drifting back to that summer of 2016. "You played very well at KCI, I must say."

“I’m also very glad. If I hadn’t decided to use KCI instead of Yongde that day, I might still be in the dark.” Solin shrugged and said, “As for dreams, I’m not in a position to comment on right or wrong. I respect everyone’s dreams, but you went too far.”

"If you say so, then so be it. I almost forgot to tell you... Sorin, Yuna, congratulations on completing the game." Kayaba Akihiko sighed, his whole being becoming increasingly transparent. "Well then—I should go now. If there's a chance, we'll meet again. I won't bother you any longer; you must have something to say to each other, right?"

"Yes, could you please turn around?"

As Sorin said this, he watched Kayaba Akihiko turn completely around, then hugged Yuna tightly and gently kissed her lips. Sorin could be quite proactive sometimes, like this. Those stories clearly stated that it was perfectly normal for a hero who saved the world to passionately kiss their lover after the conflict subsided.

So much time had passed, and Yuna's responses were no longer hesitant; in fact, she began to take the lead halfway through. Suolin, already exhausted from the battle, was completely helpless against Yuna's sudden offensive and could only helplessly let her nimble tongue invade his mouth.

After a long time, the two reluctantly parted, but still held each other tightly, as if they didn't want to leave each other for even a moment.

"Hey, Sorin... what's your real name?" Yuna suddenly asked. "You already know my name is Shigemura Yuna, so if I didn't know your name... that might not be fair."

“I think you could ask anyone and they would know the answer to this question.” Suolin covered his forehead with a hint of helplessness, as if he couldn’t understand the girl’s natural naiveté. “My name is Mo Yulan. Mo is the ink in ink painting, Yu is the musical scale, and Lan is the misty, serene, and verdant landscape. When my father gave me this name, he probably hoped that I would ride the wind and be free in the air.”

"That sounds like a really cool name. Promise me you'll come find me, after all... you have to take responsibility for me, right?" Yuna nodded slightly, then blushed and said, "Time seems to be running out, let me hug you a little longer, okay?"

"If I could, I would give you my embrace for the rest of my life." Solin's voice was extremely gentle. He let You rest your head on his shoulder, then gazed into the distance, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused. "When I get back, I'll ask my friend who studies astronomy to find the nearest meteor shower, and then I'll hold the grandest wedding I can imagine for you."

"That puts my mind at ease..."

These were Yuna's last words. And with the deletion of the last byte of SAO data, the final segment vanished, and the two of them turned into transparent light, disappearing from this place.

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"Holy crap, Teacher Mo is awake! Teacher Mo is awake!"

Suolin had barely opened his eyes when he heard someone shout in alarm. He struggled to open them and saw a dense circle of people standing around his bed: Liu Ziyang, the doctor, Xiao Han, Wendi, and of course, me. His first words after waking up startled us all.

"Brother Liu... is there a draft this afternoon? I want to try my luck with the new draft series..."

Chapter 175: Ivy's New Life (Bonus Chapter 53/75)

Solin… should be called Mo Yulan now, hmm. Since emerging from SAO, Mo Yulan has been incredibly busy. As the only Chinese citizen caught up in the SAO incident, he's been doing all sorts of interviews in the first few days, which is giving him a headache. He feels like he's done more interviews in the last few days than he did with Zhu Ying during the Magic Chat sessions over the past year.

Of course, there's a famous law in the media industry. According to this law, a week later, Mo Yulan finally had none of those miscellaneous matters to deal with. However, at this time, another important matter was placed before him—the Chaotic Craftsmen's Conflict, which was the professional competition to return to the Caladshu sub-environment. Since Wiszard Company had still reserved his spot as one of the top 32 in the Secret Realm, he was to replace Zhi Yimin, who had originally taken his place, in this professional competition.

The professional competition was being held in Tokyo, two months away. Mo Yulan, deeply missing someone, didn't hesitate to choose to go to Tokyo for training as soon as possible.

It was 11 a.m., and he had just finished lunch. He was combing his hair in front of the mirror. He had thought that his hair had turned silver only inside SAO, but he didn't expect that his hair would turn this color after he came out, and his eyes, which were originally azure, now had a hint of alluring purple.

I described Mo Xuechang's hairstyle in real life earlier. The rest of his hair is short, choppy, ear-length hair, with a low ponytail at the back that hangs down to his waist. This hairstyle suits his incredibly good looks quite well, but it might be a bit difficult to maintain.

Just as Mo Yulan was combing his hair, he suddenly heard a knock on the door. Because so many people had been looking for him lately, he decided to go to the door to see who it was before saying anything else.

Mo Yulan looked through the peephole and saw a tall boy who looked like a high school student standing in front of the door, wearing a SF Express uniform, with an extra-large box next to him.

"Something's not right... I haven't shopped online recently..." Mo Yulan thought to herself, and opened the door with a belly full of questions.

"Hello, your package has arrived. Please sign for it." The boyish-looking man smiled at Mo Yulan, then carried the large box over, his expression somewhat mysterious. "By the way, congratulations on surviving, Mr. Suolin."

"Thank you. But I don't remember ordering anything recently. Who delivered this to me?" Mo Yulan took the box with a puzzled look. The box looked heavy, but it didn't feel that way when she lifted it. It weighed at most a little over 100 pounds.

He turned the box around and saw a familiar name on the delivery slip—courier: Chu Ziyu.

"It's you?" Mo Yulan pointed at the big boy in surprise, completely bewildered by this turn of events. "Don't tell me that old-fashioned guy who was talking to me is a little kid like you?"

"Stop joking. If we're really going to count, I'm probably from the same generation as your great-grandfather. As for why I look like this, I won't explain." Chu Ziyu looked at the guy in front of him with a black line on his face and replied irritably, "Take the box back. Everything inside is prepared for you. Just read the instructions and start assembling it yourself."

He tore off the delivery slip and threw it to Mo Yulan. Mo Yulan was stunned for a long time before signing her name with the pen Chu Ziyu handed her.

"See you later, I've never seen such a troublesome client." He pursed his lips, then turned and scurried downstairs. Mo Yulan carried the box into the house with a little effort, laid it flat on the floor, took a utility knife from the toolbox beside her, and cut the tape on it.

The cardboard box was quickly opened, revealing a thicker, black metal box with the words "Sangvis Ferri" and "SP.0:A.vacyn" laser-etched on it. Scattered next to this metal box were a number of items, including an ID card, a passport, an instruction manual, and even a ticket to Tokyo for the same flight as the one Mo Yulan was holding.

"This...is this even possible?" Mo Yulan looked at the box with some surprise, then picked up the instruction manual and began to study it. The manual was handwritten, with delicate and pretty handwriting that looked very girlish, quite unlike the handwriting of the mysterious Chu Ziyu from before. It explained the various parameters of SP.0: Ivyxin, but Mo Yulan only glanced at it twice before putting it back and focusing her attention on the large black box.

"So this box can open and reveal my precious eldest daughter~" Mo Yulan said, pressing her index finger on a groove on the top as instructed in the manual.

Fingerprint retrieval complete.

DNA retrieval complete.

The box emitted a beeping sound, and after those two beeps, a lot of white steam suddenly billowed out, and the whole room became noticeably cooler. When Mo Yulan opened the box, a naked girl appeared before him. She was about 1.6 meters tall, with fair skin and long, flowing, glossy silver hair that covered several key areas.

"Let me see. First, just plug this USB drive behind your neck to read the data, and that's it? Is it that simple?" Mo Yulan muttered to herself. He didn't react much, after all, this was his own daughter, and it would be too much for her to have any improper thoughts.

He bent down and groped his way to insert the USB drive into a groove behind her neck. The USB drive was made of biomimetic skin, and after being inserted into the groove, it fit perfectly against the skin of her neck, with no gaps visible from the outside. After reading the data, the girl's eyes suddenly opened, her pupils still the familiar crimson color that Solin knew so well.

"Dad?" Ivy looked at the face in front of her in disbelief, which felt incredibly familiar, and then exclaimed in surprise, "It really is you!"

“Yes, and then I’d like to ask you to get up and get dressed first, and then take a look at your equipment. Then you can come with me on the plane tonight.” Solin turned his head away and gave Ivy a brief explanation of the current situation. “I’ve had someone make a body for you, so you can live with me in the real world now. But if you can… you should still call me brother. It feels a bit awkward for you to call me dad with your current appearance.”

176. Go check next door; if they're missing an older brother, I'll broadcast whatever he does.

Finally, after a long period of fuss, Ivy Xin was dressed and stood in front of Mo Yulan. She was wearing an outfit similar to that of the angel (referring to Angela Ziegler), holding a highly realistic healing stick in her hand, and of course, Dr. Ziegler's small pistol was also hanging at her waist.

[Angel's Staff: You think this is something that can help you heal your injuries? Think again. It's just a decoration, and the same goes for the pistol. Their only purpose is to make your little angel even more like an angel.]

This is what the instruction manual says. The instruction manual, which is obviously not very proper, left Mo Yulan speechless. However, it seems that Ai Weixin herself is quite satisfied with the outfit.

And at the end of the instruction manual, there is a sentence: After you get to Tokyo, go to the medical school of the University of Tokyo and find a Frenchman named Gustave Caterbe. He will tell you everything you want to know.

"So let's leave it at that. It's twelve o'clock now... Our flight is at six in the evening, so we still have one afternoon left."

As Mo Yulan spoke, he pulled up a chair for Ai Weixin, then sat down at the table and pressed the power button on his custom-built PC, the top-of-the-line model from 2022, which had been gathering dust for a year and a half. It booted up in just three seconds, and his desktop background was a high-resolution original image of the September 2022 environment: Weilin.

"If that's the case, I should be able to see Mommy tomorrow, right?" Aiweixin sat obediently next to Mo Yulan, looking curiously at the computer screen. "Then Daddy..."

“Avixin, I must explain this to you seriously. You now appear as a sixteen-year-old girl, not the childish loli you used to be, so I think it’s necessary to change how you’re addressed in public. I hope you understand.” Mo Yulan looked at Aivixin seriously and earnestly advised her.

Ai Weixin nodded seriously, then pondered for a while, and looked at Mo Yulan with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Do we really have to change how we address you... Dad..." Her voice was heartbreaking, and Mo Yulan was immediately defeated in front of Ai Weixin.

“Let me think if there’s any alternative… If there’s a need for explanation, I can say that I’m your godfather, and you should have information about the Orthodox Church in your database.” Mo Yulan thought for a long time before finally coming up with a relatively reliable proposal. “Although I’m a materialist, pretending to be a charlatan is better than making my own daughter suffer.”

Upon hearing Mo Yulan's words, Ai Weixin's sorrowful expression was instantly replaced by a faint smile. She nodded earnestly, then looked curiously at Mo Yulan's screen.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"I'm bored, so I'll do a live stream. I don't know what to stream anymore," Suolin said, opening her live stream, dragging the chat assistant to the top right corner, and then turning on her microphone to test the sound.

"Good afternoon, friends. Your old man, Solin, is back again."

【Touching for seven days straight, sir】

[SAO50 is underway. Has Sony ever lied to you guys?]

I'm quite curious what kind of show Uncle Su will broadcast.

"Good afternoon, Onii-chan... Is that right, Dad?" Aiweixin tried saying this near Mo Yulan's headphones, then was surprised to see a bunch of "awsl" comments appear in the upper right corner. "Dad, is this how you usually see them talking? What does 'awsl' mean?"

"Yes, as for 'awsl'... there's a guy named Awei who lost a game and ran away from home. Then he and his friend Binbin went to a bad uncle's house and got messed up by the bad uncle. So when they see someone playing a game, they'll type 'awsl,' which means Awei lost." Mo Yulan thought for a moment and decided that this was the only way to explain it to ensure that her little angel wouldn't be led astray.

After saying that, he opened the Steam page and started searching for games in his library.

"The problem is, what should I broadcast now... I heard that a new Assassin's Creed game and Left 4 Dead 3 came out. Do you have any suggestions?"

The comments section was filled with all sorts of things, but the game they mentioned most was one that Solin had never heard of before, called "ALfheim Online".

"I suddenly had a great idea. How about this, I'll go check out what Brother Que is streaming next door, and I'll stream whatever he streams, okay?" Mo Yulan said, switching to Mr. Quin33's live stream. Unsurprisingly, he saw a black screen; it seemed Qin Chuan had lost track of the stream again. He glanced at the remaining stream name, which read, "[ALO] Today, Qin Mengnan will still be full of energy!"

“【ALO】? Is that ALfheim Online? Let me see…” Mo Yulan muttered to herself as she searched for the game on Steam, browsing its description and reviews. “RECT PROGRESS? Never heard of that little studio. Its predecessor was ARGUS… Isn’t that the company that operates SAO? And it’s another full stealth game?”

I think Uncle Su might have chickened out.

It's not shameful to be a coward; you'd be a coward too if you were in that situation.

Why do I get the feeling that Uncle Su looks like he's eager to try it out...?

"Coward? Just kidding. Remember what I said before? You can't be a coward, or you won't get a chicken dinner, okay?" Mo Yulan responded to the viewers' doubts like this, and then checked the description, "The gaming device is this... AmuSphere. I don't have this, but I saw in the comments that it seems like my old one can also be used... Wait a moment while I adjust the device. By the way, I'm taking a flight this afternoon, and I'll end the stream at four o'clock, just letting you guys know in advance."

As he spoke, he switched to adjust the live stream. Two more lines of text appeared on the screen: one read "[Game Name: ALfheim Online]", and the other, naturally, read "[Stream ends at 4 PM, boarding the plane at 6 PM]".

I think this plane is another flag (a Chinese internet slang term for a bad omen).

[Uncle Solo has made quite a few promises about airplanes...]

Even if I die, nailed to a coffin, I'll still shout in my decaying voice—"Upside down, masturbating! Teacher Mo is awesome!"

User "Yan Yilan" has been banned from posting.

"Let me tell you, I'm fucking risking my life to play with you guys, okay? If anything goes wrong again, I'll really livestream myself masturbating upside down when I get back, you believe me?" Mo Yulan said, taking her NERvGear out of the trophy display case and putting it on her head. With Ai Weixin's help, she connected all the wires, lay down on the bed, gently closed her eyes, and pressed the power button.

"Li.nk Start!"