I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

But who cares? He's in Silver Wolf's body now, so being exposed won't stop him from continuing to pretend.

"Oh, I remember now, yes, yes, that's it. I've been fighting too much lately, my head's a little foggy."

He patted his forehead, putting on a look of sudden realization.

"I understand that Xing needs to awaken. I'll talk to him about it."

"Who are you telling?" Liu Ying pressed.

“Tell the person who needs to know. You don’t need to worry about it, I’ll handle it myself.”

Qi Ye coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject.

"I'm going back to my room to play games! Don't call me for dinner! I'll report the mission after I finish playing!"

After saying that, he dashed off towards the corridor.

Liu Ying watched the silver-haired figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

After a long silence, he turned to look at Kafka and asked in confusion:

"Kafka, is something wrong with Silver Wolf?"

She wouldn't normally act this way.

Kafka picked up her coffee cup, took a sip, and the smile on her lips deepened.

She didn't answer the firefly's question, but instead slowly began to speak:

"She's probably on her period. Let her rest."

Qiye followed the corridor and found the Silver Wolf's room.

Pushing open the door, you're greeted by a wall covered with limited-edition game posters.

Three different models of game consoles were neatly arranged on the TV cabinet.

The bookshelf next to him was crammed with physical game cartridges and strategy guides.

There was also a small snack rack next to the TV cabinet.

Several rows of snacks were neatly stacked on top.

Potato chips, chocolate bars, limited-edition flavored energy jelly,

There were also several cans of imported drinks whose brands he had never even seen before.

On the top shelf of the snack shelf was an unopened box of limited-edition sandwich cookies.

The packaging features a collaboration logo with a well-known game IP, making it clearly the kind of rare item that requires waiting in line to snag.

"These are all good stuff!"

He reached out, took the box of cookies, tore open the wrapper, and popped a cookie into his mouth.

Then, while chewing, he picked up the game console and began logging into Silver Wolf's game accounts one by one.

He tore open bag after bag of potato chips, and the wrappers of chocolate bars piled up into a small mountain on the table.

He ate happily, since this wasn't his body and he wouldn't gain weight no matter how much he ate.

When Silver Wolf returns and finds the snack shelf completely ransacked, I wonder what his expression will be.

Of course, snacks are just an appetizer; the main event is the game console.

He skillfully opened Silver Wolf's game account.

Looking at the screen filled with top-tier equipment, max-level characters, and complete sets of excellent artifacts.

He revealed a satisfied smile befitting a shrewd businessman.

"We can't come here for nothing."

He stuffed the last sandwich cookie into his mouth and rapidly operated the screen with his fingertips, equipping and unequipping everything.

Relics, all removed.

Replace all weapons with junk weapons.

Revert all character skins back to default.

After uninstalling each account, he would write a sentence on the character's name card:

"Your account was spun off? Go ask Elio for reimbursement."

After finishing dealing with all the accounts, he stretched and felt his stomach was so full that he could hardly sit up straight.

He devoured most of the snacks on the shelf, leaving not even crumbs of the limited-edition biscuits.

He leaned back in his chair and touched his stomach.

Silver Wolf's physique was clearly not as strong as her words; after so many snacks, she had already started to protest.

But it doesn't matter, he's leaving anyway.

I ate what I was supposed to eat, and melted what I was supposed to melt. I didn't get a chance to try the boiled fish with the blade, but overall I was quite satisfied with what I got.

He closed his eyes, thus canceling the effect of the light cone.

A familiar feeling of dizziness swept over me, and my vision began to blur from the ceiling of Silver Wolf's room.

When he regained consciousness, he felt himself sitting on a hard chair, his body bound by restraints.

His mouth was still stuffed with a wad of cloth, and the spot on the back of his head where Xing had hit him was still throbbing.

He managed to lift his head and saw Xing standing in front of him, a baseball bat on his shoulder, tilting his head to look him up and down.

On March 7th, half of its head peeked out from the side.

Xing glanced at the pink heart-shaped light cone interface above his head, which only she could see.

The favorability rating remained steadily at 98.

She reached out and yanked the gag out of his mouth.

"Confirmed, original and authentic. Welcome back."

Chapter 69 Holy crap, my leg is broken!

Meanwhile, at the Star Core Hunters' temporary base.

Silver Wolf opened his eyes, and his first feeling was that his stomach was about to explode.

She struggled to sit up, clutching her stomach, feeling as if someone had stuffed an entire shelf of snacks into her stomach while she was sleeping.

Then she saw the pile of empty packaging bags on the table.

The limited-edition collaboration cookie box was completely dismantled.

The bag of potato chips was turned upside down, and the jar of energy jelly was scattered all over the floor.

Ignoring her stomach pain, she scrambled to the TV cabinet, grabbed the game console, and pressed the power button.

The screen lights up, and the account login screen pops up.

She glanced at the equipment inventory and remained silent for a long while.

Then a scream rang out from Silver Wolf's room, piercing through the entire Star Core Hunter base.

"Damn it!!! Who merged my account???!!!"

A few days later, Belloberg.

The square was packed with people.

In the very center stands a huge stone statue, which is a sculpture of Walter Young himself.

Glasses, a trench coat, and that arrogant, punchable smile on his lips.

The stonemason even captured the gesture of pushing up his glasses.

A line of large, gilded characters is engraved on the base of the statue:

"Yang Chaoyue, with one palm she can decide the fate of the world, with one shout she can repel the star core."

It is said that Walter himself wrote this inscription.

When Cocolia signed her retirement papers, she also approved the construction permit for the statue.

After approving the order, he handed the seal of the High Guardian to Bronya and went home to tend to his flowers.

Walter looked up at the huge, newly erected statue in front of him.

He pushed up his glasses and let out a satisfied laugh:

"Hahahaha! Good! Very good! From now on, this place will be called Yang Chaoyue Square!"

The crowd gathered in the square was already used to the behavior of this "Yang Chaoyue," and they chanted in unison:

"Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue!"

Walter opened his arms wide, fully enjoying the cheers that were his.

On March 7th, he stood at the edge of the square, looking at Walter in the distance, who was taking a photo with his own statue.

The expression on his face could no longer be described as numb.

She turned to look at Danheng beside her:

"Right now, I just want to get back to the train as soon as possible so that Sister Himeko can have a good talk with him."

Uncle Yang used to be such a low-key person, but now he's like this; even Sister Ji's coffee can't save him.

At the same time, Qiye was following behind Xing.

He has maintained this state ever since the Silver Wolf incident.

I'm afraid that the side effects of "Your Name" might suddenly trigger and send him to some strange place again.

He followed Xing wherever he went.

Xing went to the square to see the statue, so he followed him to see the statue.

Xing goes to eat, and he goes to eat with him.

Xing herself had no objection to this, and even enjoyed it.

After all, it's only natural for someone with a 98% favorability rating to volunteer to be her follower.

"It hasn't been changed for several days."

Xing, carrying her baseball bat, glanced back at him, a hint of regret in her voice.

"It seems that the side effect lasts longer than you expected."

"Don't let your guard down. What if it's just a longer cooldown period?"

"Then I'll hit you again. You hit me smoothly last time, so I should be even more skilled this time."

Xing nodded earnestly.

"You've become addicted to it?"

Qi Ye's lips twitched.

However, upon closer reflection, he realized that he hadn't changed bodies for several days.

However, there is an even more important problem for Qiye right now: the stars need to awaken and protect their destiny.

Kafka and Firefly had said that this was a plot point written in Elio's script.

Moreover, he could guess that the sentence was probably meant for him!

But now that Cocolia has retired, no one is there to stab Star in the back.

He's been thinking about how to get this done for the past few days.

You can't exactly walk up to Xing with a knife and say, "Xing, come here and let me stab you."

Just as he was lost in thought, a pale blue screen suddenly popped up in front of him.

[System notification: The main storyline of the world the host is currently in has entered a critical stage.]

Furthermore, there is a potential awakener by the host's side who has not yet awakened to their destiny.

The thoughtful system has automatically assigned a one-time-use plot-advancing light cone. Enjoy using it, host!