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**Chapter Ninety-Nine: Assert Dominance!**
Upon hearing this, Sumu was slightly taken aback.
It wasn’t exactly a tough request, but what kind of demand was this?
“What? Are you lonely here all by yourself?”
“Exactly, in every sense of the word.”
Tang Nai raised an eyebrow, looking at Sumu with a playful expression, seeming to imply something, but Sumu unexpectedly fell silent for a moment.
“Isn’t Lin Jie always accompanying you at the café?”
“It’s different; she hasn’t come into contact with magic power, so it’s hard for her to understand us.”
“What’s different about it? Even without magic power, aren’t they still living beings?”
Tang Nai shook her head with a smile.
“It’s too early to talk about this; anyway, are you willing to agree? If not, I’m taking the sunflower back.”
Sumu hugged the sunflower tightly.
“Okay, no problem.”
Now the day’s schedule was packed.
Classes during the day, going to the martial arts hall when there were no classes, returning to the café at night to play games, and check the forum—seemed somewhat monotonous.
But it was certainly better than being attacked by monsters.
“Don’t respond so glumly, put a smile on. Hey, don’t rush to leave.”
“I haven’t finished packing yet; we’ll talk about it tonight.”
Sumu bit her lip, glanced at the animation on TV, and hurried upstairs.
She clearly had a face even more youthful than mine; why talk like an old person?
It was just that being cooped up playing games alone for too long made her lack affection.
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“All forum villains rating threads”
Seeing this post, which was clearly going to involve her, Sumu decisively clicked in.
“Rating still from 0 to 5:
0: Normal level, does not count as being born.
1: Initially human-like, somewhat understanding of humanity.
2: Gradually deviating from the human category.
3: A roadside object, kicked by everyone.
4: A sword tomb that only has oneself in family portraits.
5: Sun Xiaochuan.
The rules are pretty much the same; the scoring results are completely subjective. If you think there’s a problem with the ranking, keep it to yourself. Next up are the seed contestants.”
Squeezing and bloating: “I see the tone of the original poster must be a 2, and why is a dead person at the bottom to be worshiped?”
Gotta let you be defeated: “I don’t recognize a score of 5 unless it’s planned by the designers of the Three Kingdoms Kill.”
…
Various strange comments mingled, and not seeing her name at the first glance didn’t shock Sumu; after all, she was just a passerby, and there were plenty of births online, she wasn’t particularly notorious among them.
For example, this one that appeared just now—
“Sun Xiaochuan, 5”
From Sumu’s estimation, if Sun Xiaochuan was a monster, she definitely exceeded level B.
Irina could reach level B, and it goes without saying that Sun Xiaochuan, who was far more infamous, could do even better.
By now, Sumu couldn’t help but understand that considering how many low-level characters like Mi Xian could make it to level C, she shouldn’t be stuck at level E; it was definitely Irina’s doing.
Now, she had almost lost interest in Dark Magic and even grew to dislike it, especially after encountering Luo Linglan’s Dark Magic that carried a strong desire.
But even a monster could break free from dependence on Dark Magic after reaching level B, yet Sun Xiaochuan continuously resurrected online, her account oscillating between life and death repeatedly.
Either she was an ordinary person who genuinely wanted to achieve something from her heart.
Or she was a fallen witch.
Sumu thought the first possibility was more likely; after all, there couldn’t be that many monsters.
Monsters account for one in ten thousand, while magical girls are nearly one in five hundred thousand.
She was an oddity among oddities, one in five hundred million, both a monster and a magical girl.
But it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.
As Sumu continued scrolling down, she still didn’t find her name, feeling oddly unsatisfied.
What? I just left the internet for a little over a month, and I’ve already become a cyber ghost? Even if it’s a ghost, someone should remember me!
Though all were unflattering names.
In the Magical Girl Forum, everyone knew her Irina, but in all the content, her performance wasn’t outstanding enough; it even seemed somewhat plain, just a peculiar splash in the torrent of internet information.
At most, she posted some abstract subversive comments to upset others, but the real tough guys treated the forum like a toilet.
The Magical Girl Forum was just a larger pit.
Finally, after several hundred posts, Sumu finally found her position, but upon looking at the content, she couldn’t help but frown.
Karami Ti: “Genius Girl Irina: 2, after all, the Wooden Mouse isn’t human.”
This ID looked familiar in a way that felt unpleasant, and it certainly didn’t sound like a compliment, Miti, I see this house…
“But she’s quite gentle; the fanfiction she wrote is particularly explosive. If she keeps updating, I might even grudgingly give it a 1.”
Grudgingly giving it a 1? Kid? Ha.
This guy was truly dishonest.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Who’s knocking? Wooden Mouse, go open the door; I’m busy with a shootout.”
Sumu helplessly glanced at Ye Wanjing, who was focused in the bedroom, stepped forward, and lightly flicked her nose.
“Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? I’m dying here; it’s all your fault!”
While Ye Wanjing pouted, she dodged Sumu’s hand, concentrating on the computer screen.
I see your internet addiction is far worse than Tang Nai’s; how can you even say I don’t update?
I stopped updating for a reason. An invisible hand has already forbidden that kind of terrible content from appearing again; it’s not that I’m lazy or don’t want to write.
If I gave you the keyboard, you’d probably only use it to play games or frantically type insults.
“Forget it, I’ll go see who it is. Don’t tell me it’s your takeout; it’s late, I’m getting a bit hungry, and if you tempt me, I can’t be responsible for giving it to you to eat.”
“Ah? No, I’ll share half with you, okay? Just let me finish this game.”
Before she could finish her sentence, the character Ye Wanjing was controlling had already fallen to the ground.
Sumu let out a light hum and then walked toward the door.
It surely was takeout…
“Hi, I thought something happened to you; why didn’t you come to the martial arts hall today?”
Sumu stared blankly at the petite blue-haired girl standing at the door.
Luo, Luo, Luo Jialan? How did she end up here?
She was holding warm milk tea from the Snow King.
“Here, take it; it’s what I promised to bring you. I never go back on my word. By the way, how did you end up living here? I heard you’re with Miti?”
Being questioned by Luo Jialan like this, Sumu inexplicably broke out in a cold sweat.
“N-nothing, I couldn’t stay in the previous rental house anymore, and I had no choice but to temporarily live with this silly and useless… cough cough, Miti for now.”
Clearly speaking at the door, but when mentioning “useless,” Ye Wanjing’s crisp cough promptly came from the bedroom. Helpless, Sumu had to swallow the rest of her words.
Alright, I’ll play along; we’ll see which day you slip up.
“Clearly, I didn’t… No, I’m also sleeping here tonight.”
Upon hearing this, Luo Jialan suddenly raised her eyebrows and then naturally took Sumu’s hand, pulling her toward the inner room.
She wanted to assert her dominance!
