Zongman: The post-2D era

Meteora waved her hand gently, her eyes full of sincerity and eagerness. Her words were as gentle and firm as drizzle, gradually melting the ice in the maid's heart.

During the explanation, the distance between the two people quietly narrowed, and a subtle trust and understanding filled the air.

Finally, the maid's lips curled up into a smile again, that smile contained less sarcasm and more relief.

"I see. I misunderstood. Mr. Feng Feng did mention that he was waiting for you at the 'Shore of Time' cafe, a small shop hidden deep in Qiuyueyuan that is full of retro style."

When Meteora heard this, a hint of gratitude flashed in her eyes. After quickly thanking him, she turned and walked into the night, her steps becoming more determined because of the anger of being teased in her heart.

The night in Qiuyueyuan seemed to become more gentle at this moment. The halo of the street lamps swayed gently around her, guiding her direction.

Passing through several quiet alleys, the air is gradually filled with the aroma of coffee, which is the call from the "Shore of Time".

Meteora gently pushed open the carved wooden door of the "Shore of Time", and the door hinges made a low and long creaking sound, as if it was a gentle sigh of time.

The warm yellow light in the store gently shone on her shoulders, forming a sharp contrast with the night outside.

Soft jazz music flows slowly in the air, adding a touch of modern and retro charm to this ancient cafe.

She walked through the well-arranged old-fashioned bookshelves, and every yellowed page seemed to tell a story from the past.

Finally, her gaze fixed on a corner near the window.

There, Feng Feng sat alone, gently shaking an exquisite coffee cup in his hand, looking distantly at the occasional passers-by outside the window, and his black hair looked even darker under the dim light.

The sunlight outside the window filtered through the sparse clouds and shone onto his chiseled profile, adding a bit of indescribable charm to him.

Meteora sat down slowly, facing Feng Feng's calm face. His heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, as if even the air was filled with a subtle tension and anticipation.

She opened her red lips and ordered a cappuccino from the waiter, but her eyes never left Feng Feng.

After the waiter left, the store returned to its quietness, leaving only the soft jazz music and the occasional sound of turning pages.

The aroma of coffee gradually spreads, interweaving with the retro atmosphere of the store, creating a dreamy atmosphere.

Meteora stared at the profile of Feng Feng's face. Under the dim light, his facial features appeared more three-dimensional and profound, as if every ray of light and shadow contained a story.

Occasionally he lowered his head to take a sip of coffee. His movements were graceful and calm, which made Meteora involuntarily think of his arrogant appearance when they first met, which formed a sharp contrast with his tranquility at this moment.

Feng Feng gently put down the coffee cup in his hand. The porcelain touched the wooden table, making a subtle and crisp sound, which instantly broke the tranquility around him.

He turned slowly, his eyes gentle but somewhat inquiring, and fell directly on Meteora.

The soft light in the store shone on his face, outlining his deep features, and his eyes flashed with a serious yet slightly cunning light.

"Meteora," he said softly, his voice low and magnetic, "Tell me, are the maids in this maid cafe real maids?"

As the words fell, his eyes seemed to penetrate the boundaries of time and space, throwing the question to a deeper level of thinking.

Meteora smiled slightly, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes, as if he had traveled through the corridor of time and space and returned to the magnificent palace in medieval Europe.

"From ancient castles to modern streets and alleys," she began slowly, her voice soft and full of stories, "the maids wearing complicated dresses and delicate lace on their heads are not only the embodiment of service, but also the exquisite footnotes of aristocratic life."

"Now, in this maid cafe, although the decoration is much simpler, the dedication and passion for service remain the same as before."

"I remember a house I passed by on the road. The maids interpreted tradition in a modern way. Their smiles were warm, and their behavior showed their love for life and respect for their profession."

"So, I think that no matter what era the maids are from, as long as they are sincere, they are real maids."

As the words came to an end, Meteora's eyes gently swept over every detail in the store, as if every corner carried the story and heritage of the maids.

Feng Feng's lips curled up into an imperceptible smile, which contained a bit of mischief and deep meaning. He gently turned the coffee cup in his hand and locked his eyes on Meteora again, as if he wanted to find fragments of the answer from her eyes.

"Meteora," he said with a hint of playfulness, "what if we are no longer talking about the maids in this cafe, but the characters in the anime world?"

"Do you think those two-dimensional worlds are real? How are they different from and connected to the land under our feet?"

"Isn't the world of anime and games worth saving?"

Chapter 771: Bonnie the Creator Appears

Thursday, August 8

“Meteora, you’re not going to use me as an excuse to use the mutual assistance contract we signed yesterday, are you?”

As Feng Feng's question was raised, the air in the cafe seemed to freeze for a moment, and the jazz music seemed to become more melodious at this moment, but it could not conceal the subtle tension between the two.

Meteora raised his head slightly and looked at the crowded street outside the window, his eyes flashing with desire for the unknown.

"The world of anime," she whispered, with a hint of dreaminess in her voice, "is a mirror image of the creator's mind. It is colorful, emotionally pure, and transcends the constraints of reality."

“There, love and courage, dreams and adventures are interwoven into magnificent paintings. Although they are fictional, they can plant real emotions and resonance in our hearts.”

"I think it is this kind of emotional connection that transcends material boundaries that makes the anime world and our real world have an indescribable commonality in the depths of the soul."

"I'm going to ask you the question you asked me yesterday: Are I and this world, the creator of anime in your eyes, worth saving?"

Feng Feng grabbed the government documents marked top secret on the table, walked to the door, waving the document bag, and said, "Leave the real-life anime characters to me, and the bills are yours."

The reception bell rang at the open door of the coffee shop. Feng Feng tilted his head and stared at the stunned Meteora, saying, "Miss, I win again this time."

Meteora's cheeks swelled with anger, like a hamster with its mouth full of food. His eyes followed the street outside the window where Feng Feng passed through, and he murmured softly:

"You are talking about yourself, right? Be careful on the road. We will fight it out next time! I... will wait..."

Feng Feng walked briskly through the bustling Akizukihara shopping street. The afternoon sun shone through the sparse clouds, sprinkling on the road in patches, giving this old street full of retro atmosphere a warm golden hue.

He held the top-secret document bag tightly in his hand, his eyes showing both solemnity and a hint of expectation.

Top secret files, only the Special Disaster Committee and state agencies at or above the ministerial level have access to them...

Bonnie, a dangerous person

From the world of One Piece, the user of the Sui Sui Fruit

It was confirmed that he manifested in the real world in early July and committed crimes such as jaywalking, robbery, intimidation, etc.

Due to her amazing fighting ability, she is currently under surveillance. It is speculated that the other party has not discovered the surveillance, and she is currently living in disguise as a ten-year-old girl.

Feng Feng looked up and turned the corner, rows of low wooden houses came into view. They were like whisperers of time, quietly telling stories of the past.

Feng Feng shuttled through the area and finally stopped in front of an old residential building that looked a little mottled in appearance, but exuded a sense of peace and tranquility.

At the entrance of the community, several elderly people sat leisurely on bamboo chairs, playing chess or chatting, their faces filled with contentment and tranquility.

Feng Feng smiled and nodded to the old people, his calmness revealing a steadiness that was inconsistent with his age.

Feng Feng walked up a few slightly worn stone steps and arrived at the gate of the community. The sunlight danced on his shoulders, adding a touch of warmth to this scene of exploration.

He bowed slightly and politely asked an old man who was squinting his eyes to enjoy the afternoon sun: "Uncle, do you know if there are any new residents who have moved into this community recently? Especially a family with a little girl around ten years old?"

Hearing this, the old man slowly opened his eyes, looked up and down at Feng Feng through the lenses of his reading glasses, and a kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, you mean the new residents? Let me think..."

He tapped his knees lightly with his hands, as if recalling something. "There really was such a family a few days ago. They made quite a commotion when they moved in. The little girl was very cute, with two pigtails, and she was jumping around."

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and onto the bluestone path, creating mottled shadows.

Feng Feng walked along the path where light and shadow intertwined, feeling nervous about the answer that was about to be revealed, but also a little curious about Bonnie's modern look.

At this moment, a clear laugh broke the silence around, like the most pleasant wind chimes in a summer morning.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a little girl about ten years old in a white dress, skipping towards him like a lily blooming in early summer.

Her hair was tied into two fluffy braids, swaying gently with her steps. Her face was filled with an innocent smile, and her eyes sparkled with endless curiosity and joy about the world.

The little girl held a bunch of wild flowers that she had just picked from the flower bed. The colorful flowers formed a sharp and harmonious contrast with her white dress.

Feng Feng was stunned, and the tension and anticipation in his heart were instantly replaced by an inexplicable desire to complain.

The supernova of the One Piece world, the Worst Generation, why is Bonnie, the big eater, pretending to be a pure little beauty! ?

He squatted down, made his eyes level with the little girl, and tried to make his voice sound gentle and friendly: "Hi, little friend, you are so cute."

"I'm a new neighbor in this neighborhood. I heard that a family with a little girl moved here, so I wanted to come and say hello. I didn't expect to meet you by chance."

You pretend, I pretend too, how about that? It's very uncomfortable, right?

As he spoke, he gently stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the little girl's braids, but seemed afraid of being abrupt, so he held his hand in mid-air, looking a little hesitant.

The little girl blinked her big eyes, her lips curled up, that innocent smile seemed to be able to melt all the coldness in the world. "Really? We just moved in a few days ago. My name is Xiaoyou, what's yours?"

As she spoke, she moved closer and looked at Feng Feng curiously. There was no trace of wariness in her eyes, only kindness and curiosity.

"Do you want to come to my house and play? I'm alone at home and it's so boring."

In Bonnie's room, the light was dimmed by the heavy curtains, and the air was filled with a stale and uneasy atmosphere.

Feng Feng had just stepped over the threshold and had not had time to adapt to this sudden change when he was shocked by the sudden transformation of the little girl Xiaoyou.

Her little face instantly lost its previous innocence, replaced by a seriousness and vigilance beyond her age. The eyes that originally sparkled with curiosity now seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. She stared at Feng Feng closely, and asked in an unquestionable tone: "Are you a dog of the government?"

Although her voice was soft, it echoed in this quiet space, like a cold wind blowing through the window, making people shudder.

Xiaoyou clenched his fists and leaned forward slightly, like a small animal ready to defend itself. He exuded a determination and courage that was totally inconsistent with his age.

Feng Feng was stunned. He had never expected such a reaction. He felt mixed emotions, surprised and distressed.

He slowly raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm, and said in a soft but firm voice: "Xiaoyou, no, Bonnie, I'm not who you think I am. I'm just someone who wants to understand the situation and hopes to help you."

His eyes were full of sincerity and warmth, trying to penetrate that layer of guard and touch the softness deep in little Bonnie's heart.

"You see, I come from the same world as you, and I'm your partner."

Feng Feng took a deep breath and slowly stretched out his right hand with his palm facing up. At that moment, it seemed as if all the energy flowing in the air gathered together.

"This is evidence, Armament Haki."

Under his deliberate guidance, the power of Armament Haki condensed in his palm. It was not a simple color change, but a materialized black metallic palm, flashing a cold and gentle light in the dim room.

Chapter 772: Creator Oda

Friday, August 9

Bonnie widened her eyes and looked at Feng Feng in disbelief. Her clenched fists gradually loosened, and the vigilance and alertness in her eyes began to melt.

"My Sui Sui Fruit ability really has no effect on you?"

She involuntarily took a small step forward, as if she was attracted by this strange phenomenon, but also with a hint of curiosity and temptation.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains, scattering on Bonnie and Fengfeng, adding a touch of warmth to the slightly heavy atmosphere.

A brilliant smile broke out on Bonnie's face, a smile as pure as the morning dew in early summer, instantly dispelling the gloom in the room.