The style of this chat group is different

The style of this chat group is different. Author: Black and White Horned Dragon

Introduction

Good news, after traveling through time, it is still a peaceful everyday world.

Bad news, there is a chat group where the painting style of the group members is somewhat different from that of the normal world.

Kiana: My friends, run away! I have a dual personality!

Tallulah: One hundred people challenged to live in the snowfield for a week with ten kilograms of flour. Come on! Let's do it, brothers!!

Toyokawa Shoko: The boss is in arrears with wages again, so annoying, it's been two months since I paid, I think this damn boss wants to change his mind! Family, gather in Tokyo tonight! Get ready to steal hearts!!

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Suddenly, I traveled to a happy and beautiful everyday world, and also had a dimensional chat group. The two joys overlapped with each other. I should have had a dreamlike happy time. However, why did it turn out like this...

Why is your painting style different from that of the normal world?

Volume One

Chapter 1 I think my milk may be expired

"Next stop, Ginza, Tokyo."

The sound of the radio can be heard faintly in the comfortable and quiet carriage, announcing the destination to be reached.

The spacious business seats allow people to enjoy the complimentary rich coffee and fresh bread. Unfortunately, Qianyi has no interest in this kind of lifestyle that only the petty bourgeoisie could enjoy in the past. He just gently turns on his headphones, listens to the soft music in his ears, and takes advantage of this time to read "Cognitive Science".

As a time-tested time traveler, he knows the importance of learning.

In his previous life, he was a student from Shenzhou, the most introverted of the East Asian monster houses. Just because he watched a band anime, he took a whim and used all his saved living expenses to enroll in a bass class. After several years of self-study, he embarked on the journey to Japan.

Because he studied bass too much, he failed six courses in a row in college, but he didn't care. He believed that gold will always shine. As a new-age bassist, he will be able to create his own band, perform songs he is proud of at the Budokan, and then blow up the Tokyo Tower.

But that was just a fantasy of a bassist who was performing on the streets and couldn't make any money, couldn't even afford to eat well, and almost starved to death on the streets.

His trip to Japan was a complete failure. All his living expenses were used up. The band he formed encountered problems again and again and was disbanded. Even if he tried his best, he could not save the situation. In the end, he had no choice but to sell his bass at a low price, bought a plane ticket, and set out on the journey back home.

Damn, Japan is so bad!

The journey back home was not smooth. He didn't know what the Japanese civil aviation company was doing with the plane. The plane he was going to take was dyed the classic iced black tea color, and the classic numbers 8 and 24 were specially pasted on it. He felt it was very unlucky, but his savings were not enough to support him to refund the ticket and change flights, so he had to bite the bullet and get on the plane. While he was worried, he didn't know who was playing "See You Again" on the plane. Finally, as expected, with a cry of "man", the plane crashed, and he opened his eyes to enter the second round.

In the second round, he realized that playing in a band had no future and that he had to study to have a future. He worked hard in every way, and even when he had to leave Tokyo for a while due to family reasons and temporarily came to Bashinaba Town, he did not give up studying. After becoming a super-powered person, solving the fog that lingered in Inaba City for many years, and solving the serial murder case, he was able to return to Tokyo to study.

According to the development of the Aoichi show, what I should do next is to study hard in high school, get admitted to the University of Tokyo, enter politics, become the new prime minister, and then - issue a band dissolution tax!

Anyone who disbands a band without reporting to the band and without the permission of all band members, simply because of the selfishness of one person, should be fined and charged an additional band disbandment tax of at least 100,000 yen!

He longed for changes in this historical Japanese society.

Om-!

A vibration sounded, indicating that the software download was complete.

Qian Yi took out his mobile phone and found that some unknown software had appeared on his phone at some point. He pressed and dragged it to the trash can and deleted it.

But a few minutes later, the phone vibrated again, and it was this software again.

Ok?

Is junk software so rampant these days?

Keep deleting!

After repeating this over ten times, Qian Yi, feeling that his data usage was being consumed rapidly, gave up. He wanted to see what this crappy chat software was doing.

[I want to eat Mei flavored instant noodles]: Let me tell you, that super beautiful girl I met before named Mei Leidian, she talked to me again, ah! She has taken my heart away, maybe there will be no more sadness or joy in this life.

[Customer service Xiangzi is at your service]: Yours is simply harassment.

[Tallulah]: I agree. Would a normal person change the name of their group to such a perverted name?

[Son of Prophecy]: No matter how much you like someone, if they do something like this...

[Dreaming of becoming a magical girl]: Is that Mei a magical girl? If she is, I can understand it, hehe~

[Fei Tou Man from the lower level area]: Really, there are newcomers joining the group. Although I know you don’t have any baggage from your seniors, please at least pay attention to your image!

So that’s what it is, this kind of group chat.

Qian Yi calmly changed the name of his group to [Steel Prison], intending to observe and make a big move later.

After leaving the station, Qian Yi walked to a courtyard on a quiet street in Tokyo's Ginza district with ease.

Press the switch and the iron gate opens automatically. Entering the courtyard, the first thing that catches your eye is the carefully manicured Japanese dry landscape garden. A path paved with fine pebbles winds through the pond, which is dotted with several blooming cherry trees, with petals falling in the wind. The stone bridge in the center spans the crystal clear water.

Walk straight ahead from the stone bridge, and you will see a three-story building. The first floor is the dining room, living room, and bathroom, the second floor has the auditorium, gym, and study, and the third floor is the bedroom. In addition, there is an attic for storing miscellaneous items, but it has not been used for a long time, and it definitely gives the impression of being unclean and dark. The yard is very large, and behind the building there is a field for both baseball and football.

The house is too empty and I am the only one in it. No matter from which angle I look at it, it seriously lacks the atmosphere of life.

"I kind of miss Yashiro Inaba."

"Oh, luckily, there's still milk in the fridge."

"Let me see, is it due today? A year's shelf life is really too short."

I'd like to ask my friends in the group whether we can still drink the milk that expired today.

At this time, the group members were all chatting.

[Flying Head Barbarian in the Lower Area]: Alas, the supplies in the lower area are not enough again. I have to find a way to get them from the upper city. Can you, Talulah, provide some support?

[Talulah]: I'm afraid not. The winter in Ursus is extremely cold, and there are not even enough warm clothes. The earth marrow you provided before, Xier, has been almost consumed, not to mention supplies such as food.

[Son of Prophecy]: Winter is coming soon here, but I have collected a lot of berries. If you need, I can give you some of the berries I collected.

[Customer service Xiangzi is at your service]: The boss has delayed paying my wages again. It’s so annoying. I haven’t received my salary for two months.

A competition to compare misery?

That has to be me!

[Steel Prison Master]: Can I ask, I bought my milk a year ago and it's been in the refrigerator ever since. The expiration date shows it's expired today. Can I still drink it? I think my milk might be expired.

Tallulah: ....

[Flying Head Barbarian in the Lower Level Area]: ....

[Tallulah]: The shelf life is still valid today, so it should still be drinkable.

It turns out you can still drink it, then it’s okay.

Tons tons tons.

The taste is a little strange, and my stomach is starting to hurt. I may need to go to the bathroom.

It took half an hour.

Courage has been slightly increased???.

At this time, something happened in this unknown chat group.

Tallulah: Is there anyone who can help me? Alina, she's dying! @All members.

[Customer service Xiaoxiang at your service]: I'm dying? What's going on?

[Tallulah]: I don't know, but anyone, please, help me, I'll do anything!

Can you do everything?

Then give me expired milk to drink and go to the toilet for half an hour!

[Steel Prisoner]: Hold on, kid, I'm coming to save you!

Chapter 2: Lao Da: I hope there will be no more plane crashes in the world

Terra continent, Ursus snowfield.

The endless pure white snowfield stung Tallulah's eyes so much that they hurt. She didn't know how long this kind of life would last.

By the way, why hasn’t Alina come back yet?

She just went to the village in the east to exchange some food. Normally, she should have returned by this time. However, Draco's intuition made her feel that something was wrong. She called Frost Star and Patriot to ask, but the result was that she had not seen Alina today.

"No, I have to go look for it!" Without thinking too much, Tallulah turned around and ran towards the village in the east.

Her footsteps echoed on the empty snowfield, and every step seemed to be knocking on the fear in her heart. The cold air blew bitingly on her cheeks, and the breath she exhaled turned into white mist in the night, quickly dissipating in the silent environment. Her heart beat rapidly, and those ominous premonitions shrouded her heart like a shadow.

As she ran, the snow under her feet left deep marks and made a crunching sound, but the uneasiness in her heart grew more and more, because she smelled a faint mixture of rust and sweat in the air. This smell had a primitive power and was closely connected with life and death.

The agile steps that were running at full speed suddenly stopped. As a powerful Draco, he had never wavered even when facing the most powerful inner guards of the Ursus Empire, but at this moment his whole body was trembling, as if he had seen great fear.

On the snow, a figure covered in dark red blood curled up into a ball. The dirty blood mixed with the mud made her look dirty. Her hands and feet were twisted in movements that a normal person could not do. The ring that Alina always wore on her hand was gone, but her broken hands were still tightly grasping a basket.

As if she sensed a familiar breath, Alina, whose consciousness was already blurred, pursed her lips, making a tiny mosquito-like sound.

"I'm sorry, I didn't save the dried fruit I gave to the children..."

"Alina! Who did it? Those villagers? I'm going to kill them!"

"Tallulah...I...I can't take it anymore."

"Alina! You can't give up just like that. You have to persevere. I haven't let you see the sight of infected children living under the same blue sky as ordinary children! You can't die. I won't let you die! As long as we return to the camp, I will definitely cure you!!!"

"Tallulah...don't force it. I'll die with no regrets just to be able to see you one last time. But, in the end, I still have one request. I hope you don't resent those who hurt me, don't hate them, otherwise...you will be consumed by hatred..."

Tears flowed from the corners of Tallulah's eyes. At this moment, she desperately wanted to call Alina's name, but she couldn't muster any sound. She wanted to speak, she wanted to respond to Alina, but she couldn't make a sound.

Why, why did it turn out like this?

"Alina!!!"

She couldn't think of any way to save Alina. At the critical moment, she thought of the dimensional chat group and asked for help without hesitation.

She knew that most of her group members were helpless if she asked for help, but at this time, she couldn't care less!

Then I saw the newcomer who just joined the group replied below and applied.

[Steel Prisoner] has applied to join your world. Do you agree?

【whether】

"Yes!"

The next moment, a heavy wooden door appeared about ten meters away from her. A young man with silver-gray hair, tall and slender figure, dressed like a gangster and exuding a calm and cool temperament ran out of the door, carrying a box of milk in one hand and a blue tarot card in the other, and ran towards her.

"persona!"

Qian Yi crushed the tarot cards, trying to summon his own personality mask to treat Alina, but the expected personality mask did not appear, as if there was a thick wall of his heart blocking it.

My self-awareness should have been strengthened to the point where I could summon a personality mask in reality.

Is it a difference in worldview?

"In that case, Lord Izanagi! Come out!"

Qian Yi took out a silver pistol with the word SEES printed on it from his pocket, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger.

A mysterious creature wearing a shining silver windbreaker and a gorgeous silver mask slowly appeared behind him. Its arms, legs and chest were covered with exquisite and glorious armor. In its hand, it held a large sword decorated with a ring guard. The blade flashed with a cold light. Its image was noble and sacred, bringing endless majesty and solemnity, as if it was a god walked out of ancient legends, inspiring awe and reverence.

His name is Izanagi!

"Savior's Healing!"

The great god Izanagi behind Qianyi turned the large sword in his hand, making it spin rapidly like a propeller, and floated towards Alina like the wind, wrapping her whole body.

Tallulah's eyes were filled with disbelief and shock. She stared at Alina in her arms, as if she couldn't believe what she saw. The red liquid quickly solidified under the light, restoring the skin's original color. She witnessed in amazement that Alina's once twisted hands and feet began to slowly return to normal, her bones rearranged, as if gently smoothed by an invisible force.

What was even more incredible was that Alina's breathing, which was on the verge of disappearing, gradually returned to normal, her chest rose and fell strongly, and the breath of life was injected into her body again.

Tallulah: “??!”