Shirou's clones number 30 million

Having just gotten a good deal, Shirahama Kenichi immediately ran over to answer the phone.

"Hello, this is the Shirahama residence. Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is Mr. Shirahama Shirou home?"

"That's me. What do you need me for?"

"Hello, Mr. Shirahama. Your submitted light novel, 'I Silently Save the World Despite Being Misunderstood by the World,' has passed the review. I am the editor assigned to you by the editorial department..."

What the heck? When did I ever write a light novel with that title?

Shirahama Kenichi looked surprised, and when he turned to look at his parents, he suddenly noticed that his younger sister looked flustered. He immediately realized that this was definitely her doing.

Come to think of it, when I was in my third year of junior high school last year, I did write a light novel based on my own situation.

However, it was just something like a cringey diary, and there was never any intention to publish it, let alone serialize it.

Naturally, they never even chose a name.

"Mr. Shirahama, are you listening?"

"I'm here, please continue."

"Professor Shirahama, I would like to pay you a visit. I wonder if you are home right now?"

"Yes, it is, but it's almost dark now."

"Then it's settled. I'll probably be there in about an hour."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Kenichi Shirahama quickly walked to his sister's side and asked with a smile:

"What's going on, Honoka?"

"Hey bro, I can give you a reasonable explanation."

"I don't want to hear any explanations. I just want to know how you plan to handle this. Why don't you change your name to Shirahama Shirou and start writing novels?"

"Brother, I was wrong."

"So, what exactly happened?"

Honoka Shirahama lowered her head, hesitated for a few seconds, and whispered:

"I'm sorry, brother. I accidentally saw something you wrote before and I found it very interesting, more interesting than many light novels and comics, so I tried submitting it."

"In that case, you should take responsibility. From now on, Shirahama Shirou will be your pen name."

"Ugh...!? I can't do it anymore, I can't even write a proper essay."

Seeing this, Shirahama Genji said in a deep voice:

"Alright, Kenichi. It's not a bad thing. Your light novel being recognized by the editorial department is something many people dream of."

The problem is, it's not a light novel.

How can something like a teenage diary be serialized? Have all the editors in the editorial department gone mad?

Or is this also an effect of the passive skill "Destiny"?

After sharing all your abilities with others, your luck suddenly improves, and good things will come one after another.

If that's the case, I hope that guy Niijima was abducted by aliens and never returned.

Not long after dinner, a man claiming to be an editor came to the door.

He was a young man wearing glasses, who looked like he had just graduated from school. He was carrying a briefcase and was extremely polite.

After a half-hour discussion, Kenichi Shirahama decided it wouldn't hurt to give it a try, just to pass the time. After all, light novels have a relatively long release cycle; a volume can be released every few months.

However, the original manuscript was, after all, a diary entry filled with dissatisfaction with Niijima, and there were too many things that needed to be revised before it could be published.

This unexpected turn of events left Kenichi Shirahama feeling somewhat intrigued.

……

The next day, in the city of Xue Zhan.

Yesterday's semi-finals were very exciting, and today's finals were even more so.

After the ward office was renamed, Kenichi Shirahama immediately came here.

He was still very curious about the outcome of the match.

On one side is Team Illya, and on the other is Team Natsu. In terms of strength, both sides should have been eliminated long ago.

However, due to the limitations of the competition rules, both sides benefited greatly from the immense popularity of their female players, thus winning all the way to the end.

"Seriously, this isn't a martial arts competition anymore, it's a popularity contest, isn't it?"

It would be more accurate to call it a beauty pageant.

"Do you have any complaints about the rules I painstakingly devised? If so, do you have any better rules?"

Shirazawa Shirou, sitting opposite Shirahama Kenichi, asked with a smile.

"I don't have any complaints, I just feel that this kind of competition has lost the true meaning of a martial arts tournament."

As they were talking, Kenichi Shirahama suddenly noticed a light screen in front of him with two different options.

What is this?

“Legal gambling.” Shirou Shiro smiled slightly and explained, “In such an interesting moment, wouldn’t it be better to have a voting mechanism? If you vote for a team and they win, the person who voted can get some money as a reward.”

第六百七十六章 你是发*书！群>9：8,0s2:0ュ5。♀8:5/6，由?呆ュ呆。发，自弟弟

Chapter 677, Section 676: You're the Younger Brother

"So it was you who did this!" Shirahama Kenichi exclaimed, looking puzzled. "What's going on now? Do you have too much money to spend?"

"Haha... Haven't I made a lot of money lately? I don't have any places to spend it, so after thinking about it, I thought I'd take this opportunity to give back to the tourists."

"I thought you were just a big rat who only liked to make and save money, but I never expected you to be such a spendthrift."

Shirou Hakuzawa laughed again for a while, then shook his head slightly:

"No, it's not that bad. It's more like giving out red envelopes... By the way, which team do you think will win?"

Kenichi Shirahama looked up and stared at the two teams slowly entering the arena, examining them back and forth for a long time before his gaze settled on Illya.

“Illya’s team is all girls, so they have an advantage in terms of popularity. Although there are three girls in Natsu’s team, Natsu’s lack of romantic understanding and Gray’s love of taking off his clothes will only hold them back.”

"In a public competition where popularity is the deciding factor, the popularity Gray gains is negligible compared to the hostility he receives."

"Moreover, considering the degree of closeness or distance in our relationship, we should also vote for Ilya."

"Well said." Shirou Shiro nodded slightly and also tapped the ballot for Illya's team.

"How much is the prize money if I win?"

"It's not much money, about the equivalent of ten bottles of drinks."

"That's really great, but there are just too many people. Is there enough funding?"

"No problem, I've made a lot of money selling slimes lately."

"That's right, this kind of exclusive business with no capital is basically like sitting on a gold mine and picking up money."

Do you want to join too?

“No interest, I have other sources of income.”

"Want to write a light novel? I wish you great success in the future."

"No, that's just a side job. After I graduate from high school and go on a trip to another world, I'll be forced to stop updating for a long time."

"So what is your main job?"

"Because of that guy Niijima, thugs keep coming to bother me. Recently, even thugs from other cities and prefectures have crossed the line and come looking for me. After knocking those thugs out, it's reasonable to collect some compensation for their emotional distress, right?"

"This is a risk-free business for you, and at most you'll only earn some pocket money."

As they spoke, the final match officially began, accompanied by Tianxiang Youli's commentary.

As they watched the images in the sky, cheers and applause rose and fell throughout the city below.

From another perspective, countless points of light converge into two rivers, never intersecting, and continuously flow towards the portal.

Because so much faith from the past was incorporated into them, even from a normal perspective, the bodies of both teams were bathed in light, making them extremely dazzling.

"Hmm...? What's with Illya's outfit? Isn't she the Illya from the main story?"

In that instant, Shirou Emiya's body suddenly appeared out of thin air on the chair next to him, and he casually said:

"Ilya has recently taken a liking to magical girl anime, and in the previous competitions, she chose items of the same type that she liked. Over the days, this has resulted in her current outfit."

In terms of appearance alone, she is similar to the magical girl Illya.

However, their intrinsic strengths are completely different.

"I see. Upon closer inspection, even the ribbon she was wearing was a divine artifact. What happens to these props after the competition? Are they recycled? Or are they given to the person involved?"

Kenichi Shirahama looked at Shirou Emiya and asked curiously.

"Giving it away would be too much of a loss, wouldn't it? If Illya and the others win, I can talk to Sanzenkai, who is in charge of providing the items, and give them all the equipment. As for Natsu, let's just forget about it."

"You're also a notorious hypocrite."

"What does this have to do with double standards? I was just giving Ilya some gifts in my brother's name."

"You're the younger brother," Shirahama Kenichi reminded him with a smile.

"Uh... don't worry about the details."

Emiya Shirou was speechless, then asked:

"You successfully changed your name?"

"Yes, I am now Kenichi Shirahama."

Is this necessary?

"Of course, I hate having the same name as someone else, even someone else from my own past."

Just then, a voice suddenly came from beside me: