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

Akame met Najenda's scrutinizing gaze; her face remained expressionless, but her eyes held an unusually serious expression.

"Boss, before you ask your question, I hope you can hear me out first."

Akame's tone remained calm as always, but the content was enough to overturn common sense: "This book comes from another world."

Najendan paused in her smoking, and ash fell onto the table, but she ignored it.

"another world?"

She repeated the word, her brow furrowed. "What nonsense are you spouting, Akame? Is the pressure of the mission too much?"

"I'm not talking nonsense."

Akame shook her head, her expression unwavering. "I joined a place called 'Anime Girl Chat Group.' It's a platform that connects countless worlds, and its members come from different worlds."

Najendan fell silent. She took a deep drag of her cigarette, letting the pungent smoke fill her lungs, trying to maintain absolute composure in this way.

Chat groups? Connecting countless worlds? This sounds more fantastical than any imperial legend.

Akame isn't the type to make jokes like that, and her mental state has always been stable. So, is what she said true?

"go on."

Najendan exhaled a smoke ring and gave the order.

"This book was written by a group member in our chat group called 'Weather Forecast,' whose real name is Gu Ye."

Akame explained, "He seems to know everything about our world, including the past and... the future."

"Gu Ye?"

Najenda murmured the unfamiliar name, "Who is he? Why is he doing this? What is his purpose in writing our destinies into a book? Is this some kind of new Imperial Arms ability?"

A barrage of questions came out of Najendan's mouth; she had to figure it all out.

This is not only about the survival of the night raids, but also about the future of the entire revolution.

"I don't know who he is, but he's very strong."

Akame replied, "Each member of the group possesses power that we can hardly imagine. Their world is also completely different from ours."

"Unimaginable power?"

Najenda narrowed her left eye slightly. "How strong?"

"One of the members explained Gu Ye's abilities to me in a general way so that I could understand."

For the first time, a sense of awe appeared in Akame's eyes. "He can easily manipulate the weather, turning a clear sky into a thunderstorm in an instant. She said that if he wanted to, destroying a country like the Empire would be as easy as lifting a finger."

"Manipulating the weather...destroying nations..."

Najendan's fingertips trembled, and the ash fell again.

She forcefully stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray.

This is no longer within the scope of Imperial Arms; it is a power possessed only by gods.

If what Akame said is true, then what does everything we have fought for and sacrificed for mean in the face of such absolute power?

The immense shock made her feel dizzy, but her rationality, honed by years of holding a high position, forced her to calm down.

No, this is not the time to despair.

If such people truly exist, and they harbor no ill will towards us, and are even willing to offer help...

"Red Eyes, you think they're willing to help us?"

Najendan grasped the most crucial point, her voice carrying a hint of urgency she herself was unaware of.

"Yes, boss."

Akame answered affirmatively, "They also despise the tyranny of the empire. Mr. Gu Ye wrote this book so that we could see the future and have the opportunity to change our destiny."

Najendan stood up.

She paced back and forth in the room, her mind racing.

Doubt, vigilance, hope, confusion... countless emotions intertwined in her heart.

But in the end, the decisiveness of the leader of the "Night Raid" prevailed over everything.

"it is good."

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Najenda stopped and looked at Akame again, her eyes now filled with their usual firmness and sharpness. "I need evidence. A book alone is not enough. I need more direct, irrefutable evidence to prove everything you've said."

She paused, her tone becoming more serious.

"Can I see that chat group you mentioned? Or can you contact this person named Gu Ye? I need to talk to him in person."

Najendan made a decision: "If all of this is true, then this will be the only hope for our revolutionary army... no, for this country."

Akame didn't hesitate. She reached out her hand, as if trying to grab something from the air in front of her.

She stared intently at the empty space beside Najenda, but after a few seconds, it remained empty.

Najendan's gaze followed her movements, but she saw nothing but the dust floating in the room.

Akame lowered her hand and gently shook her head.

"No, Boss."

Her voice remained steady, "This chat group seems to be projected directly into my consciousness; others cannot see it."

Najendan raised an eyebrow, showing neither disappointment nor surprise, but her caution only deepened. The fact that the evidence couldn't be observed inherently reduced its credibility.

“I can contact Mr. Gu Ye directly in the group.”

Akame immediately added, "I can pass on your question to him."

"can."

Najendan nodded, sat back in her chair, leaned back slightly, and adopted a listening posture. "Then contact him. I need to know who he is and what he wants from us."

Akame responded, closed her eyes, and completely immersed her consciousness in the virtual interface that only she could see, which floated in her field of vision.

In an instant, a cacophony of information flooded her mind.

[American Scythe]: Hey! Gu Ye! Where are you? If you don't come out soon, do you believe I'll go through the internet cable and give you a big one?

[American Scythe]: Where's the promised spoiler? I'm practically growing moss from boredom here! His Highness's off somewhere, leaving me all alone dealing with these tedious documents! Ugh, this is fucking boring!

Immediately afterwards, another profile picture lit up.

[Devil Muscle Rin]: Can't you be a little quieter? You're like a firecracker. Gu Yejun is probably busy with something else.

【American Scythe】: Huh? What do you know, young lady? I'm calling this supervision! Don't you understand efficiency? Besides, what serious business could a grown man possibly have?

Just as Vishdel was about to continue outputting, the avatar she had been talking about for so long finally lit up.

[Weather Forecast]: In.

[Weather Forecast]: There's a pop quiz today, and you'll get scolded by the teacher if you don't do well. I'll give it to you this afternoon, I'll definitely give it to you this afternoon.

Almost simultaneously, another lively avatar popped up.

【Marin】: Yes, yes, yes! Today's classical Chinese test was super hard! If Gu Yejun fails, he'll definitely get a lecture from his teacher when he gets home! I need to start memorizing it right away!

[Weather Forecast]: Hmm.

【Marin】: I'm outta here!

After saying that, Gu Ye and Kitagawa Kaimu's avatars quickly went dark, obviously to deal with the "pop quiz" they mentioned.

The group chat fell silent instantly, except for a string of incomprehensible gibberish sent by Vishdel, seemingly expressing her extreme displeasure.

Akame opened her eyes and truthfully recounted everything that had just happened to Najenda.

"...That's the situation, Boss."

Akame concluded, "Mr. Gu Ye said he would organize the materials this afternoon."

"take an exam?"

Najendan repeated the word, her expression turning strange.

She rested her chin on her good left hand, her fingertips gently tapping the table, the sound particularly clear in the quiet room.

"Why would someone who can destroy a country with a flick of their wrist need to worry about an 'exam'? Why would they need to fear 'a teacher's criticism'?"

Najenda's voice carried an undisguised sarcasm, "Akame, don't you think this is ridiculous?"

"This sounds...like a bunch of kids playing house."

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the blood-soaked land outside the stronghold.

"Perhaps they do possess some magical abilities that we don't understand. But to place the hopes of revolution on a bunch of kids who might cry because they failed their exams?"

Najendan shook her head, her tone turning cold. "This is absurd. We need to reassess this. I don't want to hear anything more about this 'chat group' until we have more concrete and compelling evidence."

Strength and responsibility are commensurate.

That kind of world-destroying power could never be in the hands of a child with an immature mind.

Either Akame was deceived, or these people are deliberately hiding something.

But in any case, this farce should end.

Time passed, and the afternoon sunlight slanted into Gu Ye's bedroom.

Gu Ye yawned and casually tossed his schoolbag onto the chair.

He turned on his computer, skillfully pulled up a document he had prepared beforehand, and concisely wrote down all the main storylines of Arknights from the Chernobog Incident to the destruction of the Reunion Movement and the imprisonment of Talulah, the Black Serpent, in a God-like narrative style.

He did not add any personal emotions, but simply objectively stated the occurrence, process and result of the events, highlighting the turning points in the fates of each key figure.

After doing all this, he named the document "Arknights" and then sent it directly to Vishdel via the red envelope function in the chat group.

[Weather Forecast]: What you need.

On the distant land of Terra, Vishdel, who was idly wiping his grenade launcher in a makeshift outpost, suddenly saw a huge red envelope pop up in front of him.

She paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing her sharp canine teeth.

"Heh, not bad, not bad."

She opened the red envelope, and a document instantly appeared in her terminal.

She glanced at the beginning briefly, and the smile on her face became more and more playful and crazy.

The next second, she forwarded the document directly to the chat group.

【American Scythe】:@Everyone.

[American Scythe]: Everyone come out and watch the show! Come out and offer your opinions!

【Devil Muscle Rin】: The world of Vishdel... is too cruel. Natural disasters, Oripathy, and endless wars.

【Herrscher of Food】: Yeah, compared to our side, it's like hell.

[Flower Column]: It's so pitiful that so many people are suffering.

The girls in the group were discussing it animatedly, their words filled with sympathy and lament for that world.

Vishdel did not participate in the discussion.

She read the document carefully from beginning to end without saying a word.

When she saw "herself" chasing after the amnesiac "Tower of Babel evil spirit" like a madwoman, the corner of her mouth twitched uncontrollably.

What kind of nonsense is this? Would I go after an idiot? Are you kidding me?

But the further she looked, the more serious her expression became.

This thing... must be shown to those two people.

Vishdale shut down the terminal, a dangerous yet excited glint in his eyes.

She licked her sharp canine teeth, stood up from the chair, and walked straight to the door.

She was going to see the Doctor, and then go see Dr. Kal'tsit, whom she had never really liked.

The corridors of Rhodes Island's medical area were as busy as ever, with operators in various uniforms coming and going.

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Vishdale leaned against the wall like a feline waiting for its prey.