Zongman: The post-2D era

"What you said is true. If you have malicious intentions, I have no power to fight back."

She excitedly took Feng Feng's hand, as if she had found a long-lost playmate, and began to spin around him lightly.

"In this strange world, I am lucky to have people from the same world to accompany me."

The hem of her skirt fluttered gently as she spun, like a newly opened lily swaying in the wind, and every turn was filled with laughter and joy, making the whole room full of life and energy.

"I checked the encyclopedia and found that your real age is only 12 years old. You are still a child."

Feng Feng was infected by this sudden joy and started laughing too, his eyes filled with innocent love for Bonnie.

He carefully matched Bonnie's steps, fearing to break this rare harmony.

The shadows of the two people danced on the floor, as if drawing a warm and dreamy picture, making this once quiet old apartment glow with unprecedented light.

The air is no longer filled with staleness and uneasiness, but is full of hope and warmth, heralding a bright beginning of a new story.

Bonnie stomped her feet, let go of Feng Feng, put her hands on her hips and said seriously: "I am a pirate with a bounty of 320 million!"

The doorbell rang suddenly, its crisp sound carrying a hint of unexpected surprise, instantly breaking the laughter in the room.

Bonnie's movements froze in mid-air, and before she could swing her fist, the sudden sound made her look somewhat funny.

She widened her eyes and looked towards the door, a hint of confusion and curiosity flashing in her eyes.

Seeing this, Feng Feng chuckled quickly, his voice full of pampering and comfort. He gently patted Bonnie's shoulder, signaling her to be patient.

"It looks like a guest has arrived. Maybe it's your lunch." There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, trying to ease the sudden tense atmosphere.

Hearing this, Bonnie's mouth corners unconsciously raised, and the wariness in her eyes was quickly replaced by anticipation.

She gently put down her fist, turned around and trotted towards the door, with a hint of urgency and excitement in her steps.

The door was slowly opened, and a beam of light poured in from outside, illuminating Bonnie's surprised face.

Outside the door, a courier boy in a KFC uniform was holding a large family bucket with a smile on his face. The golden packaging looked particularly tempting in the sun.

The courier boy stepped into the doorway, his eyes flickered between Bonnie and Feng Feng, and then he smiled as if he had suddenly realized something:

"Oh, it's Bonnie again? I almost didn't react when I saw someone at home this time. Congratulations, your brother who went to high school is finally back. You don't have to order takeout by yourself every day anymore."

As he spoke, he raised the family bucket in his hand. The golden light flickered in the room, and it seemed that even the air was filled with an enticing aroma.

When Bonnie heard this, two red clouds quietly climbed up her cheeks. She scratched her head embarrassedly, her eyes flashing with shyness and joy of being seen through.

"Ah, you misunderstood. This is my new acquaintance... my friend Feng Feng. He is not my brother."

After that, she turned to look at Feng Feng, her eyes full of smiles and dependence, as if to say: "Look, even strangers mistakenly think we have such a relationship. I am lurking very well."

The courier boy waved his cart and walked out the door. Feng Feng said goodbye politely and closed the door.

Bonnie carried the heavy family bucket briskly, with a hint of childish joy in her steps. She carefully placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa, fearing that the fragrance would spill.

Then she turned around and pressed the remote control. The TV screen lit up, and cheerful music and colorful pictures instantly filled a corner of the living room.

She patted the empty seat beside her, her eyes flashing with an invitation, a warm smile on her lips, and said to Feng Feng:

"Come on, Fengfeng, let's eat together. This family bucket looks so rich, I want to share this delicious food with you."

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and falls onto Bonnie's face, giving her a soft golden edge. Her smile is like the brightest flower in spring, irresistible.

"Are you full? If not, I will cook you a real delicacy later. It is taught by Shokugeki no Soma himself, and I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Feng Feng stood up with a smile and walked slowly towards the sofa. There was also anticipation and warmth in his steps, as if at this moment, they had really become a family, enjoying this simple yet sincere happiness together.

"I look forward to your dark cuisine."

Bonnie nibbled a corner of the burger, but her eyes were involuntarily attracted by the trailer for the game "Sword Art Online" on the TV screen.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and complex emotions flashed in her eyes, as if she could penetrate the screen and look directly into the depths of that fictional world.

"All authors of this world deserve to die," she murmured to herself, with a barely perceptible hint of indignation and confusion in her voice.

Feng Feng stared at the screen and complained in his heart that I was one of the authors of this world, Bonnie, why are you cursing me?

In the picture, the originally splendid game world suddenly became dark and distorted, the towering castle collapsed into ruins, the calm lake surface was covered with ominous dark red ripples, and the players' faces were filled with fear and despair.

Bonnie's attention was fixed firmly on the sofa, and her fingers unconsciously gripped the armrest of the sofa, as if she were also in that virtual space full of dangers.

Feng Feng gently turned his body, his eyes gently fell on Bonnie's furrowed brows, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, with a bit of teasing and comfort:

"Bonnie, if one day you find Oda, the author of One Piece, what are you going to do? Will you rush directly into his studio, or..."

Bonnie's mouth curled up slightly when she heard this, and a hint of mischief and fantasy flashed in her eyes. She put down the hamburger in her hand and clasped her hands together, as if she was really planning a feat:

"Well... I will first treat him to a super meal, of course, it has to be a seafood feast! Then, I will tell him how much dreams and sorrow his story has given me.

I want him to go through the painful adventure like Luffy did, and then I will let him experience the feeling of the rubber bazooka himself, haha!"

"Finally, I want him to write a happy ending, and turn the reputation he gained by taking advantage of us into the King of Bad Endings, Oda."

Chapter 773: Creator's Funeral Home

Saturday, August 10

Bonnie had an innocent look on her face, holding the family bucket she had stolen in her hands, and stuck out her tongue.

Feng Feng responded with a gentle smile, which showed his deep understanding and tolerance for Bonnie, as if to say: "No matter what you do, I am willing to be your partner."

At this moment, the atmosphere between the three of them was warm and subtle, as if the whole room was warmed by this sudden illusion of family affection.

The courier who came yesterday patted Feng Feng on the shoulder with a smile and said earnestly: "Young man, I can see that you are a good person. You must take good care of Bonnie."

"It's not okay for a little girl like her to always order takeout by herself. We have to let her taste the home-cooked meals which are nutritious and healthy." As he said this, he shook his head gently, his eyes full of concern.

Hearing this, Feng Feng felt a warm current in his heart. He nodded seriously with a firm look in his eyes: "Don't worry, I will. From today on, I will try my best to enrich her dining table and reduce the number of takeouts."

There was so much sincerity in his words, as if he were making a gentle promise to Bonnie.

The courier smiled with satisfaction, waved goodbye, turned around and went downstairs with brisk steps. He also turned back and winked at Bonnie, indicating that she should listen to her "brother".

Seeing this, Bonnie's cheeks turned even redder. She secretly glanced at Feng Feng, and a strange sweetness surged in her heart.

Feng Feng looked at her tenderly, and their eyes met in the air. There was no need for words, the tacit understanding and warmth were quietly conveyed.

Just as the house was filled with warmth and laughter, a strange energy wave suddenly boiled within Feng Feng's perception.

Deep in his eyes, a hint of blue quietly emerged, which was a sign that the latent power in his body was distorting time and space.

Bonnie was keenly aware of this change, and while picking up the chicken leg, she looked at Feng Feng in surprise.

"You have observation Haki? Are there any enemies?"

The space around Feng Feng was slightly distorted, as if even time had stopped. He whispered to Bonnie:

"It seems that we are about to face an unusual challenge. But don't be afraid. I will use my abilities to protect you and the world."

After saying that, the two smiled at each other, their eyes flashing with determination and expectation for unknown challenges, as if they were ready to embark on that unknown adventure hand in hand.

At the same time, in the secret room of the gaming company on the other side.

Just as Meteora was concentrating on the torrent of data, an illusory figure slowly condensed in the blue light. The figure took the phantom image of Asuna, with a gentle smile, as if it had crossed the boundaries of time and space.

She whispered: "Hello Meteora from the government. Remember, we, the "virtual characters" being hunted, officially declare to you today:

We are the funeral parlor, burying the world and restarting the world."

Feng Feng listened attentively to something, and after a while he came back to his senses and said to Bonnie, "Someone from another Guilty Crown world has come here."

Bonnie tiptoed across the living room, the carpet beneath her feet softly absorbing her footsteps, her bright eyes flashing with curiosity and a hint of uneasiness.

"An enemy?"

The chicken wings in her hand still had an enticing greasy sheen, but her mind was not on the food at all at the moment.

She pressed the remote control, and the TV screen slowly lit up, reflecting a field of snowflakes, as if foreshadowing the upcoming unknown.

"Are they enemies?" There was a barely perceptible tremor in Bonnie's voice. She turned to look at Feng Feng, and doubts now shone in those eyes that were full of trust.

Feng Feng stood by the window, gazing at the deep night sky outside. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the curtains, onto his resolute profile, giving him a layer of silver glow.

He did not answer immediately, but took a deep breath, as if sensing the subtle changes in the air. The virus had spread.

Feng Feng's lips curled up into a soothing smile, and he walked slowly towards Bonnie. The chicken leg in his hand shone attractively under the light, but it was not as bright as the gentle light in his eyes.

He gently handed the chicken leg to Bonnie, his eyes full of seriousness and determination:

"Look, Bonnie, the strange crystal human illness that these people reported in the news suddenly developed was actually...'their' work. This world is far more complicated than we thought, but don't be afraid, just like I promised you, I will deal with it in my own way."

Bonnie took the chicken leg but just held it mechanically, her eyes fixed on the scrolling news on the screen.

The people in the picture had distorted faces and were in great pain, which was in stark contrast to the carefree lives she saw on weekdays.

Her heartbeat accelerated and a hint of fear flashed across her eyes, but more of it was unconditional trust in Feng Feng.

She looked up at Feng Feng, her eyes seemed to say: "I believe in you, no matter what happens, no matter what enemy we face."

The ringing of the phone suddenly broke the silence in the room. Feng Feng frowned slightly and quickly picked up the phone.

Meteora's anxious voice penetrated the receiver like a torrent hitting the calm water.

"Feng Feng, the situation has changed. That unknown force is accelerating its impact on reality. We must act immediately. Bring Bonnie and come to me immediately. We need to formulate a countermeasure."

Upon hearing this, the chicken leg in Bonnie's hand slipped quietly. She looked at Feng Feng nervously, with both anxiety and determination in her eyes.

Feng Feng made a quick decision. He bent down to pick up the chicken leg and placed it on the table. He gently placed his hands on Bonnie's shoulders, his eyes full of tenderness and determination.

"Bonnie, we have to go. There's an emergency in Meteora, but don't worry, I'm here."

Bonnie's eyes instantly gathered an unprecedented firmness. She straightened her back and a stubborn and complicated smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she was declaring her position, or as if she had made a decisive choice after an inner struggle.

"I'm a pirate. That Meteora, no matter how famous he is, is just a running dog of the government. Pirates and the navy are never the same kind of people."

Her voice was low and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, striking the air and also striking Feng Feng's heart.

When Feng Feng heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, which was then replaced by deep understanding and tenderness.

He slowly loosened his hand on Bonnie's shoulder and gently cupped her cheek, his eyes gentle and deep. "Bonnie, no matter you are a pirate or anyone else, in my heart, you are just Bonnie who needs my protection."

"No matter how complicated this world is, no matter how different our positions are, it cannot change my promise to you. Now, let us face it all together. No matter the wind and rain or the waves, I will stand shoulder to shoulder with you."

Bonnie's eyes were like the deep ocean as she stared at Feng Feng, with determination and indomitable spirit surging in her eyes.

Her voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to burst out from the bottom of her heart, with unquestionable power: "I am a pirate, born to be with the wind and waves. Even the brightest stars in Meteora cannot illuminate my pirate's path. There is a clear boundary between pirates and the navy. Our world is synonymous with freedom and adventure."