What? My cheat code is making my own gold coins explode?

Without further hesitation, I connected my phone to WiFi and immediately started drawing:

"First shot, Iron Cavalry, not bad."

"Second shot, Zeta, awesome!"

"Third shot, three red angels, OK, it looks too ugly without an accessory pack."

Seeing his WeChat balance getting lower and lower, Zhao Si was having second thoughts, but, but the three-red Exusiai was still in the pool!

"The last shot, ぺのターン, ドロー!"

The knob made a crisp sound, followed by a pleasant background music that was exactly the same as the gashapon that Fu Hua had just drawn.

"OK, one last shot, MSE three reds 00, not bad, I'm quite satisfied."

He managed to stop in time, but not quite in time. 160 yuan was swallowed by the gashapon machine, while Zhao Si got four genuine Bandai MSE gashapon... No matter how he tries to comfort himself, it's still one of the more expensive ones!

Thinking of this, Zhao Si sighed again. The main reason was that he didn't draw Exusiai; otherwise, he would have been willing to give up.

He tossed the gashapon capsules into his backpack, picked them up, and was about to leave when Fu Hua called out to him:

“Zhao Si, now that you’ve remembered most of it, it’s time…”

"Zhao Si!"

Before Fu Hua could finish speaking, "Xilin," who had just been about to give Zhao Si the fragrant lemon tea, seemed to break through some obstacle, ran over, grabbed Zhao Si's left wrist, and pulled him out.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Is the Second Herrscher's awakening speed far exceeding that of others because a Honkai God is protecting her from behind? Or is it because the Second Herrscher's spiritual body is inherently extraordinary?

Watching Zhao Si and the "Second Herrscher" being taken further and further away, Fu Hua felt a mix of emotions.

On the plane, Fu Hua should have noticed that her control over the Feather Dust was becoming slightly unstable, but she didn't pay any attention to it.

The result was predictable: the simulated Feather Dust, Feather Dust, and Phoenix's current psycho-framework resonated together, and the resulting impact directly affected everyone present, with even the intention to expand outwards continuing unabated...

This is Fu Hua's speculation based on the current situation; as for the deeper principles, she doesn't know.

Fu Hua sensed that she had been affected by the coincidental arrival of the Phoenix Gundam.

The psychoframework, a technology that had never appeared on Earth before, gave Fu Hua quite a fright.

Just being in this space, Fu Hua could feel that all the pressure and damage she had suffered in the past could be slowly repaired within it.

As long as you are willing to stay, you can stay there. Once you stay, the dream will be based on Zhao Si's memories and will be enough to satisfy all the visitors' curiosity.

However, this dream did not last long, and Zhao Si eventually had to wake up to face his final battle with the Second Herrscher.

"The Second Herrscher... Sirin."

Fu Hua has an extra sensitivity to the mind. Just now, she was certain that the one who pulled Zhao Si away was "Xilin", but it wasn't "Xilin".

Temporarily lose your memory, then show your gentle side to lure the true owner of the dream into your mouth.

"It sounds like it's working well, but young man, would you be willing to wake up alone? I'll wait and see."

In Fu Hua's eyes, the so-called thirteen-year-old or twenty-three-year-old are no different from babbling toddlers.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

PS: This gashapon machine thing is a true story, but it's not that exaggerated. I was shopping alone once and I met two middle-aged men with kids. They were standing in front of the gashapon machine, taking turns to each draw two times. As a result, they drew Jim (Happy) four times and emptied the machine.

Later, I kept getting lucky with my draws, so they pulled me over to help them draw one. That's how I got the three red 00s. Later, I also got three red 00s myself. We were just strangers who met by chance, but we were all happy. We smiled at each other and left without even exchanging contact information.

It can be considered a beautiful story.

Ahem, after a couple of chapters to ease the pace, it's time to get back to the fun, bro.

There's not much to say about it; we just enjoyed the dipping sauce with soybeans the whole way, and naturally, this part will be repeated later on.

The plot is really frustrating, and the interpersonal relationships are so complicated. Dipping beans are so refreshing! Dipping beans are so refreshing! It's so satisfying, blah blah blah.

Finally, I hope you all enjoyed reading this, and that you had a happy toy-buying experience too!

Chapter 38: Gundam Stands Tall on the Earth (Seeking First Subscription)

"Hey, wait a minute, young lady, what grudge do we have against each other? Why are you dragging me into this again?"

Zhao Si was dragged away by the purple-haired girl named "Xilin". He couldn't understand why this girl would grab his wrist and forcibly molest him in public. If this continued, he would call for help!

"Security, where's the security!"

No one was looking this way; everyone seemed to be following their own course, methodical, chatting and laughing.

"Goo... No matter how much you call, no one will respond. Just surrender!"

Xilin walked ahead, and Zhao Si couldn't see her expression, but from her tone, it wasn't hard to imagine that she was puffing out her cheeks again.

"Stop, stop, I said stop, what exactly are you here for?"

Unable to stop, the other person continued to pull him forward; though not tall, they were quite strong.

"I just wanted to invite you to have dinner with me at this Saizeriya restaurant. My parents, my sister, and my father's friends are all up there, waiting for you."

Xilin turned her head to look at Zhao Si, then her tone suddenly became cautious:

"Can't you?"

The words were so poignant that they evoked pity in me.

"No." Zhao Si wanted to run away; he wanted to go home.

Then, in the next moment, they were pulled back.

Haha, girl, you're really strong!

Before long, Zhao Si was pulled to the dining table, and as if meeting a relative, Xilin introduced him to everyone:

"Across from me are my adoptive parents, Siegfried Kaslana and Cecilia Schariac. Next to my dad is his friend Walter Young, and his wife Tesla. The short woman next to my mom is her best friend, Theresa Apocalypse."

"Oh, and this one too, my little sister on my right, Kiana Kaslana, she's two years old, a little white fluffy ball."

So everyone here is a foreigner, and I'm the only local.

Every time Xilin introduced someone, Zhao Si would look at them, conveying a friendly message through eye contact. As for the two-year-old little girl, Xilin blocked her view, but all that could be heard was her strong "Eeya!" response.

Wait, what's going on here? Things are progressing so fast, and they're already meeting the parents? Didn't they just learn each other's names an hour ago?

Especially those two middle-aged men, one with white hair and the other with brown hair, aren't they the same guys who were darting around between the shops just now?

Zhao Si noticed that Walter Yang's frequent glances at him carried a subtle undertone, and when Zhao Si looked over, Walter Yang seemed hesitant to speak.

Could it be that they envy you for getting four A prizes in a row from the gashapon machine?

"Cilin, is this the guy you insisted on bringing along for dinner? Wow, not bad."

"My judgment has never been wrong."

Yes, is it?

Zhao Si didn't dare to ask any questions, and simply spent the rather awkward dinner time chatting with the people around him.

He noticed that everything on the table was his favorite food: Pescara-style garlic snails with special garlic bread, Venetian-style squid ink pasta, and a tiramisu cake.

As far as I can remember, I always ate these three dishes whenever I came here.

Zhao Si looked around and saw that only Xilin was eating the same food as him, but some of the other people's meals didn't even have a menu from Salia Restaurant.

When did they add so many new dishes? Are they trying to go upscale?

Just then, a thought suddenly flashed through Zhao Si's mind... no, it couldn't be described as just a thought, it was like a bolt from the blue.

He and Celine stood up together and gazed into the distance outside the door.

It's time to wake up.

"No! Don't go!"

At this moment, Xilin hugged Zhao Si's right arm, and she had enjoyed the soft touch before.

"This isn't right. I clearly value you a lot. There are still so many things we haven't done together. I want you to take me home, to listen to your stories, and to make models with you for the rest of my life. Without you, I..."

She said she would drag you down into the eternal abyss with her.

"let it go."

"What do I have to do to get you back! I'll do anything I can!"

For a moment, the scene fell silent. The irrelevant people and the venue all disappeared, and the world returned to a blue-green expanse, leaving only the two people in the same spot.

Zhao Si woke up, but he wasn't sure if "Xilin" in front of him had woken up either.

He turned around and saw Xilin's pretty face, her eyes blurry with tears, and her hair damp and falling.

It was this humble behavior that made Zhao Si doubt whether this "Xilin" was still the arrogant and conceited Second Herrscher.

"How much determination did you have when you said that?"

Xilin tried to wipe away her tears, and just as she was about to speak, Zhao Si said again:

"Can the meteorite you personally brought down bear the weight of others' deaths?"

"If the willingness to do anything has such a heavy weight, it will be pulled into the Earth's core by gravity."

"Don't ask for things you can't do, Second Herrscher."

Zhao Si's address became stiff. He let go of Xilin's hand, and as Xilin tried to grab it again, a scene flashed before her eyes: a little girl was throwing herself onto the woman's corpse on the hospital bed, wailing loudly, just like she had done before.

"The light of your spiritual power has already enveloped Moscow, a city where more than three million people have died or been injured since you sent down the meteorite."

"At that time, I was also on the Siberian plain, and I could hear the cries of Moscow, even though I was unconscious in bed."

"Second Herrscher, I hate you so much. Relying on your power and divine favor, you create children who suffer the same fate as you. No one can escape this Möbius strip."

Zhao Si's hand had somehow already gripped Xilin's neck, while the latter's eyes remained fixed on the little girl before her, listening to her sobs.