I'm in Morioh, just joined a chat group for cute girls.

I'm in Morioh, just joined a chat group for pretty girls. (Author: Evelyn)

I'm a time traveler and an ultimate anime/manga otaku. My lifelong wish is to spend the rest of my life with my two-dimensional wives and, incidentally, say "NO" to women in the real world.

Okay, it seems like half of my wish has come true.

One day, I was added to a mysterious chat group. After glancing at the group member list, I fell silent.

【American Scythe】: We just blew up a building. If any small fry dares to utter another word, we'll send them flying to the sky next.

[Devil Muscle Rin]: Damn it! I've gone over budget on gems again this month! Does anyone know a way to make some money? Urgent, waiting online!

[Herrscher of Food]: Tonight's dinner is tempura, Kiana... Ah, sorry, wrong place.

【Marin】: Ahhh! Does anyone have the new Slippery Girl content?! I love it so much!

……

Looking at this group of friends, each with their own unique style, but all of whom are my wives from my past life, I fell into deep thought once again.

Wait, isn't this supposed to be a "chat group for anime girls"?

Why was I, a guy, dragged into this?!

Chapter 1 Anime Girl Chat Group

My name is Gu Ye, I am 16 years old, and I am a time traveler.

He lives in a villa area in the northeastern part of Morio Town and has never been in a relationship.

Currently a first-year student at Morioh-cho Grape Hill High School, he goes straight home after school and never participates in any club activities.

I don't use social media and have absolutely no interest in real-life idols or celebrities.

I turn on my computer promptly at 7 p.m. to ensure I have 5 hours of absolutely private time.

Before bed, I'll spend an hour playing through newly released visual novels or eroge.

I can basically sleep until I naturally wake up and greet the new day with full energy.

Never carry any real-world social baggage or emotional turmoil into the next day.

Even my anime waifu says my life is very regular and normal.

I just want to say that I don't have any particular wishes; I just hope to be able to immerse myself in my own world with peace of mind.

The real world, interpersonal relationships, and especially those noisy women are the things I least want to get involved with.

Because that would only dirty my screen and disrupt my game progress.

I'm a content person, and that's my way of life.

However, if anyone insists on disturbing this peace, I will not lose to anyone.

The room was quiet, with only the low hum of the computer tower fan.

Gu Ye leaned back in his gaming chair, watching the game downloading. He suddenly remembered that JM Paradise was about to update, so he went to check it out.

The warning that popped up on my phone screen read: "Virus detected. This software exhibits dangerous behavior and may cause you unnecessary losses."

Gu Ye's lips curled up slightly. "It's the app I want to download," he said, ignoring the risks.

Continue the installation!

The installation was completed quickly.

The only problem is that the software icon looks a bit odd.

But remembering the announcement from Paradise that the software had been fully upgraded, I didn't think much of it and just opened the software.

There was no familiar loading animation, nor was there the expected interface.

After a period of pure darkness, a chat interface, so simple it could be described as rudimentary, forcefully took over the entire screen.

[System notification: "Hates three-dimensional women" has joined the "Anime Girl Chat Group".]

"What's going on? Where did I end up? Where's my paradise? How did it turn into a chat group?" he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed.

Almost at the same moment the system notification appeared, the chat window instantly became active.

One by one, familiar avatars popped up.

【American Scythe】: What the heck? Why is the newbie's profile picture a cloud? Aren't newbies people? Send me a picture!

【Marin】: How dare you say that? When you first came in, your profile picture was a cockroach, wasn't it?

【Devil Muscle Rin】: Miss, don't mind, it's okay even if you don't post. Could you please introduce yourself?

[Herrscher of the Rice]: Welcome, newcomer. Everyone, please don't scare her. W, you too, be gentle with girls.

【American Scythe】: Huh? Gentle? Can you eat that thing? Or can it be replaced with explosives? The greatest gentleness I can show to the weak is to make them disappear quickly.

【Marin】: Wow, that's so cool! No wonder she's a Sarkaz sister with a severe case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). Newbie, don't be afraid, she's the only crazy one in this group, the rest of us are perfectly normal! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

Kitagawa Kaimu immediately retaliated, adding a cute emoticon as a bonus.

Gu Ye watched the heated debate on the screen.

These usernames and profile pictures... is this an anime/manga chat group?

He felt a little disappointed; it was a pity he wasn't in heaven.

"Is this a belated golden finger?" Gu Ye muttered to himself. "Well, not bad."

However, Gu Ye had more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.

An hour later, Gu Ye took off his headphones with satisfaction and let out a long sigh of relief.

The storyline and character art of "Slippery Girl 2" are top-notch, making his trip to Akihabara to queue up for the first limited edition worthwhile.

It's decided, we'll continue our trip tomorrow!

He picked up his phone again and unlocked the screen.

The chat group was still lively, but the discussion about him as a newcomer had long been drowned out by new topics.

[American Scythe]: Haha, I got a big order! This time the client didn't have any restrictions, so I can finally fry to my heart's content!

【Devil Muscle Rin】: Need fire support? My gems have been specially treated and can also cause a considerable explosion effect.

[American Scythe]: Buying it is so boring. I prefer the feeling of mixing my own explosives! And then blowing those scum and their fortresses into the sky with my own hands! That's art!

【Marin】: Waaah, how awful! I queued all afternoon, and the clerk actually put up a 'sold out' sign right in front of me! "Slippery Girl 2" is already sold out! The last one was bought by a handsome guy, and we'll have to wait until next week to get more! Ugh, I can't wait that long!

[Devil Muscle Rin]: Sigh, I'm a bit short on cash these days. Does anyone need to order high-purity magic gems? I can give group members a 10% discount.

[American Scythe]: Need money? Come join me as a mercenary! I guarantee you'll make a fortune, counting money until your hands cramp!

[Devil Muscle Rin]: Forget it, your world is too dangerous. I want to find a safer and more stable way to make money.

[Herrscher of Food]: Although I really want to support you... my dad said I shouldn't spend money recklessly, so he doesn't give me much pocket money.

[Devil Muscle Rin]: It's okay, it's okay, don't worry about it. I'm not starving yet.

[American Scythe]: Damn it, we've been ripped off! These bastard employers actually dared to lay a hand on us!

[American Scythe]: @All members, is anyone able to help? I'm the only one left in the team. Damn it, I should never have taken this side job!

[Herrscher of Food]: I'm just an ordinary high school student, but I have some mission points here. If you need them, W, I can transfer them all to you.

【Marin】：I'm just an ordinary high school girl, I can't help at all!

[Devil Muscle Rin]: What's going on where you are? I'm busy working at the shrine right now!

[American Scythe]: I'm about to die, and you're still worrying about your wages! Come and help me!

[I hate real-life women]: I'll take the blame.

[American Scythe]: Huh? You're here? Who are you? A guy who doesn't even dare to post a profile picture dares to talk such big?

[American Scythe]: Do you want to be my moving target, or do you want to kill the enemy with your keyboard?

【Marin】: Huh? Is the newbie going over there? Really? That's amazing! But it sounds dangerous over there!

[Devilish Muscle Rin]: Hey, newbie, don't be impulsive! The situation over at W doesn't sound like a joke! What exactly are your abilities? At least explain yourself first!

【The Herrscher of Food】: Please be very careful.

[American Scythe]: Enough with the nonsense! If you dare to talk big, then get your ass over here!

[American Scythe]: I don't care what you are, now! Immediately! Accept the teleportation right now! If you dare hesitate for even a second, I'll tear you apart when I get back!

[Group member "American Scythe" has sent you a targeted teleportation invitation. Do you accept?]

【Accept/Reject】

"Alright, it's been a long time since I've had any exercise. I'll just loosen up my muscles this time." Gu Ye clicked "agree".

Please collect the new book!

Chapter 2 Rin: That's it? This cockroach is so lame~

The smell of dust and gunpowder seemed to linger in the air. W leaned against a rusty steel beam, listlessly swaying his nimble demon tail.

The cold, metallic feel of the grenade launcher came from her palm; it was a touch she was most familiar with.

The mission was as simple as an armed outing—escorting a supposed "important package" through this abandoned industrial city.

The reward was generous, and the risk assessment was so low as to be negligible, so one person took on the task.

She even had the leisure to bicker with a few women whose backgrounds she didn't know in that noisy chat group.

"A bunch of useless trash," W chuckled softly.

However, the change occurred the very next second after she uttered that sarcastic remark.

A violent explosion came from ahead of the designated safe route, and flames instantly engulfed a crumbling factory building, with scorching heat waves mixed with metal fragments rushing towards us.

W's body reacted faster than her brain. She pushed off the ground and pulled back, the shockwave of the explosion grazing her hair and making the steel beams behind her vibrate.

This is no accident.

Almost at the same time, several whooshing sounds came from behind.

Without turning her head, W executed a nimble side roll, sending several crossbow bolts gleaming with a ghostly blue light grazing her combat suit and embedding themselves in the ground. The arrowheads were coated with Originium poison, a substance she knew all too well.

"Damn it!" W roared, his crimson eyes instantly ignited with rage.

It was an ambush, and a betrayal orchestrated from within and without.

Those bastards who call themselves employers!

The enemy emerged from the shadows; they were well-equipped, tactically astute, and clearly knew her every move.

Gunfire formed a dense, impenetrable net, and the sounds of grenades exploding echoed continuously.

W's prized art of explosives was hampered in the narrow alleyways, and every bomb she detonated seemed to be exactly what her opponent had anticipated.

Her offensive was repeatedly thwarted, and her room for maneuver was constantly compressed.

Sweat soaked her pale hair, and her tight black crop top was torn in several places, revealing her pale skin and several cuts that had just started to bleed.

Her full breasts heaved with her heavy breathing, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

She was cornered, with a cold, hard concrete wall behind her.

More than a dozen dark gun barrels were pointed at her from all directions, and the man in the lead had a mocking smile on his face, like a cat playing with a mouse.

“The Sarkaz’s ‘W’ is nothing special,” the man sneered. “Your head will bring us a large sum of money on the bounty board.”

W's chest heaved violently as she gripped the last specially made grenade tightly in her hand, her crimson pupils burning with resentment and madness.

She's going to drag these bastards down to hell with her, and use the grandest fireworks display to bid farewell to her life.

At that critical moment, the air seemed to freeze for a split second.