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

"Hello, Master, what would you like to order today?" The maid who looked like the shop manager walked over, gave Mo Tian a curtsy, and said in a slightly cloying voice, "Would you like to try Mio-nyan's heart-shaped omelet rice?"

"Heaven and earth were dark and yellow, the universe was vast and boundless." Mo Tianfang calmly approached the head maid and whispered in her ear.

“The sun and moon wax and wane, the stars and constellations are arrayed.” The head maid, who called herself Mio-nyan, replied in fluent Chinese, “Come again at eight o’clock tonight.”

"Then I'll have an omelet rice and a freshly brewed coffee." Mo Tianfang was now feeling a bit uncomfortable eating at this maid café. He wondered what Liu Ziyang was thinking, setting up the Tokyo branch's rendezvous point in such a place. However, despite feeling a bit uncomfortable, he still had to maintain appearances. At least it was highly suspicious for a customer to walk in, not order anything, whisper in the head maid's ear for a while, and then turn around and leave.

Thus, Mo Tianfang, a hardcore hunk among the many otaku, became the most eye-catching sight in this maid café, attracting more attention than any of the maids in the café, even though he didn't want it to be this way.

"Liu Ziyang WDNMD..."

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“I understand your question, Ivy. Unlike the Three-Season Rice of yesteryear, he enjoyed the result of killing weaker players, while for me, slaughtering the weak is just a process.”

Mo Yulan relaxed and leaned back in her chair, covered Ai Weixin with her blanket, and then took out her tablet, which was in airplane mode.

"Since I have the opportunity to play a non-death game MMORPG with a top-tier account, I'm quite interested in experiencing what it feels like to be at odds with the entire world. I guess the next time I log in, I'll see those high-end player teams coming to hunt me down."

"I still don't quite understand." Ivy shook her head, then gave up trying to figure it out. She pulled down the eye mask from her head. "Daddy, Ivy can't sleep. Can you tell me a story?"

"Sure, a long, long time ago, there was a family where the husband and wife were both master mechanics, and they had a lovely daughter named Sylvanas..."

Mo Yulan spoke softly for a while, then noticed that Ai Weixin was no longer responding, only her steady breathing remained. He stopped telling the story, then pulled down his eye mask and closed his eyes for a short rest.

……

"Passengers, the plane is preparing for landing. Please do not move around. Please put your tray tables back on the seatbacks in front of you and lock them. Please fasten your seat belts. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Avixin, wake up, we're almost there." Mo Yulan gently shook Aivixin, who shook her head slightly, took off her blindfold, and looked at Mo Yulan with a slightly dazed expression.

"Daddy, are we there yet?" Her voice was sleepy, but she seemed to realize that she was about to see Yuna, and she immediately perked up. "Will Mommy be waiting for us down there?"

"Maybe," Mo Yulan said jokingly, "but I can be sure your grandfather is down there." He then patiently waited for the plane to slow down several times before landing on the runway and finally coming to a stop. He led Ai Weixin through the mobile terminal to the area outside the airport where the buses were parked, and there he saw the man he hadn't seen for twenty years, a man who had gradually become a stranger to him.

Chapter 181, Reunion*2 (Bonus Chapter 57/75)

Mo Yulan had imagined countless times what it would be like to meet her father, but the current situation was quite different from many of the scenarios she had envisioned.

The two stood facing each other in silence for a long time, neither of them speaking. Ai Weixin nervously watched the man standing in front of Mo Yulan, not daring to even breathe loudly. She instinctively felt an inexplicable sense of intimidation emanating from Mo Tianfang, and then silently hid behind Mo Yulan.

"Dad, you scared my daughter," Mo Yulan said calmly. "Could we not make such a frightening entrance?"

"I'm sorry..." Mo Tianfang scratched his head awkwardly, looked Mo Yulan up and down carefully, and sighed, "When you were little, I had a feeling that you would look a lot like your mother. Now it seems that's true."

"Guna!" Mo Yulan blushed and punched Mo Tianfang around, then stepped forward and gently hugged her beloved relative whom she had not seen for twenty years. "And... welcome back."

Mo Tianfang didn't speak, but his hand trembled as he gently stroked Mo Yulan's back, unsure of what to say. The scene was quite touching, but a sudden voice broke the atmosphere.

"Hey~ Little Mo, you're only thinking about your old man, not me?" A deep male voice said in Russian from the side, "It's been more than eight years since we last saw each other... Your daughter has really grown up to be beautiful."

The man speaking was dressed in a suit, his taut muscles almost bursting out of his shirt. He had a full beard, and his piercing eyes radiated confidence.

“As expected, after all these years, you’re still so good at ruining the atmosphere, Uncle Glaz.” Mo Yulan said this, walking back to Aiweixin’s side and comforting her, “Don’t be nervous, Aiweixin. That new bearded man who came out just now is my godfather, Timur Glazkov; this is my old man, Mo Tianfang.”

“I still find it hard to believe that I’ve suddenly become a grandfather figure, even though I’m only in my 30s.” Graz’s tone suddenly became somewhat helpless, and then he looked at Mo Tianfang with envy in his eyes. “Let’s go first. If there’s nothing else, we can consider having a meal first, as a welcome dinner.”

"No, I need to find Yuna now, Dad." Mo Yulan shook her head, her tone quite firm. "You've been investigating here for a while now, right? Can you tell me Yuna's current location?"

“Yuuna… Actually, we haven’t had a chance to tell you about this yet.” Mo Tianfang hesitated a bit when talking about Yuuna. “For unknown reasons, she hasn’t woken up yet. If you want to see her, I can take you to see her.”

"What?" / "Is Mom still not awake?"

“I think you should calm down, Lan. I’m just as anxious as you are,” Mo Tianfang began to comfort his agitated son. “Gustave has contacted Descartes’ Paris University Medical School, and a top neurologist will be coming to treat you soon. There’s nothing to worry about.”

"Take me to see Yuna now," Mo Yulan said decisively. "Don't bother me unless it's something extremely important like the end of the world."

“Alright, I’ll talk to you about this later tonight. Let me take you there now.” Mo Tianfang sighed and waved to Mo Yulan. “Graz, you drive later… damn it, put your vodka down! Damn it!”

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This is the eighteenth floor of a high-end medical facility run by a private company. There are many long-term inpatients here, but few other people are seen. On two opposing doors in the middle of the corridor are nameplates for "Yuuna Shigemura" and "Asuna Yuuki." The door with "Asuna Yuuki" on it is open, and two people are standing in the doorway.

"Oh, you've come, Kiritani-kun. Thank you for visiting Asuna so often."

The burly man, around fifty years old, standing before Kirito, smiled and spoke. He was Asuna's father, Shozo Yuuki, CEO of the integrated electronic equipment manufacturer [RECT].

"Hello, I'm bothering you again, Mr. Yuuki." Kirito replied somewhat awkwardly, watching Yuuki Shozo approach Asuna's pillow and gently stroke her hair. He seemed to fall into deep thought for a moment, then looked up and began to introduce the other man behind him.

"This is your first time meeting him, isn't it? He is Director Xu Xiang of our research institute."

Kirito sized up the young man. He was tall, wearing a dark gray suit, and had a slightly long face with frameless glasses. His eyes behind the lenses were as thin as slits, and he seemed to always be smiling. He must not be more than thirty years old.

"Hello, my name is Sugo Nobuyuki. Are you the hero's sidekick, Kirito?" the man named Sugo said, extending his right hand.

"I am Kirito Kazuto... Nice to meet you." Kirito shook hands with Sugo, and glanced at Yuuki Shozo, who then touched his chin and shrank back slightly.

"This has nothing to do with me. Although MagicTV has locked the Japanese region's bullet comments, we can still watch the live stream," Yuki Shozo explained.

“By the way, President, about that matter—” Sugo released Kirito’s hand and turned to Yuuki Shozo, “I think we can make a proper decision next month, right?”

"I see. But are you really willing? You're still so young, with a bright future ahead of you." Yuki Shozo looked at Sugo Nobuyuki with a complicated expression, seemingly mixed with regret.

“My feelings have never changed. While Miss Asuna is still so beautiful, I want to make her wear a wedding dress as soon as possible.”

"...That's true, it is indeed time to make a decision."

The two continued talking to themselves for a long time, with neither Shozo Yuuki nor Nobuyuki Sugo paying any attention to Kirito. This left him feeling somewhat lost and confused.

"Then I'll head back now, Kirito-kun, see you next time." Yuuki Shozo nodded and walked towards the door, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Kirito realized that the guy in front of him was likely his love rival. Worse still, in a sense, he wasn't even qualified to compete with Sugo Nobuyuki. After all, Sugo was Yuuki Shozo's confidant and right-hand man, with a bright future ahead of him, while he was just a soon-to-be high school student who was good at playing games.

But at that moment, he suddenly saw a familiar slender figure at the door.

"Solin? Is that you?"

Chapter 182, A New Member of the Rainbow Squad? (Bonus Chapter 57/75)

When Xu Xiang heard the name Suolin, he also looked out the door curiously. What he saw first were two burly men standing in front of Mo Yulan, and then Mo Yulan and Ai Weixin, who were slightly slender figures.

"Good evening, Kirito. What's going on here...?"

Hearing Kirito's call, Mo Yulan turned around and saw Kirito standing in a ward on the other side, with a man who, at first glance, made him feel very uncomfortable. Looking closer, he noticed a nameplate on the door that read "Yuuki Asuna," and then he understood what had happened.

"It seems you still have a lot of old stories to tell, Kiritani-kun. Well then... I'll be going now." Sugo walked to the door, looked Mo Yulan up and down, and greeted her in a polite tone, "Hello, you must be that hero—Sorin Markov."

“If you’re not in the same industry, please call me by my real name, Mo Yulan.” Mo Yulan looked at Xu Xiang with a slightly scrutinizing gaze. “How should I address you?”

“My name is Sugo Nobuyuki. Um… I’ll take my leave now, so I won’t disturb you any longer.” Sugo nodded humbly and turned to leave the corridor. Kirito seemed to have something else to say, but Mo Yulan reached out her hand first, signaling him not to come any closer.

"I think you probably want to spend some time with Asuna right now, just like I only want to spend some time with Yuna. If you want to catch up, you can wait for me at the door later."

“…I understand.” Kirito nodded, turned and walked back to Asuna’s room, then closed the door. Mo Yulan swiped a key card to open the door to her room, then glanced at Mo Tianfang and Graz.

“Dad, Uncle Graz, please wait a moment. I…”

"I understand, son, you just go in... What the hell are you doing out here, you son of a bitch, getting in the way of all this..."

Mo Yulan silently watched the two burly men at the door making silly noises, then pulled Ai Weixin's little hand to close the door, and slowly walked to You Na's bedside.

"Am I too late after all...? Why did this happen..." His voice trembled. He didn't make any unnecessary movements, just sat there beside Yuna, as if he couldn't understand what was going on. "I wanted to keep my promise, but why..."

Although Ai Weixin didn't say much, she stood aside watching the heartbroken Mo Yulan and felt a pang of heartache herself. In truth, Mo Yulan had come here simply to confirm one fact—a fact that filled him with despair. And having confirmed it, he truly felt despair.

"It's alright, it's probably just a simple neurological problem. Mr. Gustav... he should be able to cure Yuna and wake her up." He comforted himself like this, but tears still streamed down his face like broken beads—he even felt like his eyes had turned into two burettes.

"Don't be too sad, Dad. If Mom wakes up, she won't want to see you so sad." Aiweixin whispered in Suolin's ear from behind. "Mom is still alive. One day, she will wake up."

Solin didn't reply. He suddenly stood up, still looking like a girl in tears, but his eyes were very firm.

“Crying won’t solve anything. I have to do something. I have a feeling that if I don’t do something, Yuna will stay like this forever.” He said this, wiping away his tears with a towel, then pushed open the door and went out, where he saw Kirito waiting outside.

"Solin, this is..." he asked, pointing at Aiweixin with some confusion.

“She is Ivy Xin, yes, the little angel you remember. Also, as I told that Sugou before, if we’re not in the same profession, please call me by my real name in real life.” Mo Yulan patted Kirito’s shoulder and said, “Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Mo Yulan, Mo as in ink painting, Yu as in the five notes of the pentatonic scale, and Lan as in the emerald green of the mountains.”

“Alright… Mo Yulan, I’m Kirito.” Kirito, hearing this, reintroduced himself. “Now…”

“I think something’s fishy. But I’ve been busy for the last couple of days, so I’d like to trouble you to gather some information.” Mo Yulan replied in a deep voice, “I have some information here: Yuna is currently located somewhere in ALO.”

"So that means..." Kirito looked at Mo Yulan in surprise, but before he could finish speaking, Mo Yulan waved at him and turned to leave. He shook his head helplessly and then walked downstairs from the other side.

He had a vague feeling that Mo Yulan didn't want to meet him, or rather, didn't want to meet him in the presence of those two men. Considering the rumors he had heard on the first floor that "Solin is a KGB agent," he now thought that even if he wasn't a KGB agent, it probably wasn't far off.

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"Can I interpret this as... an order?" Mo Yulan stared at Mo Tianfang and Graz sitting opposite her and asked in a deep voice, "I think you have so many special forces units to choose from, you shouldn't be short of people, right?"

“We need an agent who can frequently appear in the public eye. To be precise, this isn’t part of Rainbow Team’s normal organizational structure, so you don’t need to worry about faking your death in public or anything like that,” Mo Tianfang explained. “We’ve become aware of this issue, and it’s a lesson we learned from the failure of the first half of the last SAO rescue operation. And you are the first. The first publicly known agent belonging to Rainbow Team.”

"Wait, Dad, can I refuse?" Mo Yulan refused without even thinking. "Putting everything else aside, I've never fired a single shot in my life, and my military training is limited to university-level military training. Are you really sure?"

“You can refuse, Xiao Mo. This isn’t a mandatory conscription order, it’s just an invitation. But we need you,” Graz added from the side. “Terrorism in developed countries these days is no longer the purely violent attacks of the past. They often use more covert methods, like the SAO incident this time.”

"I must say that, theoretically speaking, the SAO incident is not a manifestation of the spread of terrorism, at least because the terrorist was only one person, not a team or a warlord."

"Don't interrupt yet. Some things can make up for deficiencies in training, like the [system]." Mo Tianfang patted Mo Yulan on the head across the table, then added, "If you're willing to join us, go to the University of Tokyo Medical School tomorrow and find Gustav. He'll tell you more."

"I need Rainbow Team's support as I investigate information related to Yuna."

“Okay.” Mo Tianfang agreed to his son without hesitation. “After all, she’s my daughter-in-law. Even if you hadn’t said anything, I would have helped your son.”

"OK, I agree."

Chapter 183: The Irritable Old Man Gustav (Bonus Chapter 58/75)

Tonight, Mo Yulan took Ai Weixin to a hotel and, under the subtle gazes of the receptionist, booked a double room. He was carrying several new outfits he had bought for Ai Weixin, as well as a casual outfit that Mo Tianfang had given him.

He was now standing in front of the mirror in his bathrobe, holding the same clothes he had worn before, still feeling a little doubtful.

"This is Armor? The Classified Gear Set? The Assault Set?"

He felt increasingly uneasy, and with some skepticism, he took off all his clothes, changed into this casual outfit, put on the watch that came with the bag on his left wrist, and then looked in the mirror again.

Suddenly, his field of vision expanded. In the lower right corner was a bunch of blank boxes, and in the upper left corner was a white number 1.