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

【Oblivionis】: I'm in an emergency. My bandmates and I were walking down the street when we were suddenly enveloped in a white light. When we woke up, we were in a completely unfamiliar place. It's like a wasteland, and there's no cell phone signal.

[Flower Pillar]: Huh? Were you moved to another location? That sounds dangerous. Do you need help?

[Fiora]: Where is the location? If you have the coordinates, maybe we can figure something out.

【Oblivionis】: I don't know the coordinates. But Gu Ye and I are in the same world, so he might know what's going on. @WeatherForecast

After a brief silence, Gu Ye's profile picture finally lit up.

[Weather Forecast]: Hold on a minute, describe your surroundings in detail. What did you see, hear, and smell?

Xiangzi composed himself and described the scene before him—the dilapidated buildings, the dim yellow sky, the mysterious black crystals, and the unique smell in the air—to Gu Ye in detail.

Looking at Xiangzi's description, Gu Ye, in his room in Morioh, frowned slightly. This scene… could it be?

[Weather Forecast]: @AmericanScytheW, are you available now?

[American Scythe]: Huh? What do you want from me? I'm busy.

[Weather Forecast]: You may need to pick up a few people from your hometown.

[American Scythe]: What the hell are you talking about? That woman and I are from completely different worlds, how am I supposed to respond?

[Weather Forecast]: That's not necessarily true.

On the other side, Xiangzi also noticed something was off about the conversation.

【Oblivionis】: Wait, Gu Ye. The future you showed me didn't include the world of Vishdel. Terra shouldn't be part of the intersection of our worlds.

[Weather Forecast]: Yes, it's not in official history. But, you know, the "what if" scenario? Toyokawa Shoko, there's still a relatively perfect possibility for your future and your band's. It's the work of a fanfiction author, and I originally thought it was just a fictional fantasy, impossible to come true. But now it seems... you, or rather, you two, have inadvertently stepped into that "fanfiction route."

Xiangzi's heart sank suddenly.

Fanfiction route? What does that mean?

【Oblivionis】: So... I've been transported to the world of Vishdel?! But I'm just an ordinary person! This environment is too dangerous, I need to go back!

Looking at his companions around him, whose faces were filled with fear because of their uncertain future, Xiangzi felt extremely anxious.

She can't let anything happen to them here.

However, Gu Ye's response was beyond her expectations.

[Weather Forecast]: Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Aren't you worried about how to handle your relationship with the band members? Isn't this the perfect opportunity? Let them see your leadership, and rebuild trust in this difficult situation. This is an opportunity that money and contracts can't buy. If you want to come back, you can do so anytime. I'll be waiting for you in the original world; through me, you can return instantly.

Gu Ye's words were like a stone thrown into Xiangzi's chaotic heart, stirring up ripples.

He's right. The band's atmosphere has reached rock bottom, and her unilateral coercive measures won't solve the problem.

Perhaps... this really is an opportunity?

An opportunity to truly make Ave Mujica a "whole"?

She looked up at her teammates.

Miaomu had stopped complaining, huddled in a corner with her knees drawn up, her eyes vacant; Hailing remained alert, but her tense shoulders betrayed her stress; Chuhua looked at him with worry, her eyes full of dependence; and Mu simply lowered her head further, making her expression unreadable. They... needed him.

After a moment's hesitation, Xiangzi made his decision.

【Oblivionis】: ……Gu Ye, could you send me a copy of the future of that If storyline?

[Weather Forecast]: Yes. But it will take some time to prepare. There's a lot of information.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the chat group.

[American Scythe]: Hey, check this, I've sent it to you.

Vishdale fiddled with the terminal in his hand, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Amidst the ruins, a red envelope popped up on Xiangzi's phone screen.

She subconsciously tapped the screen, and a black terminal appeared on her lap. The cold metallic texture instantly snapped her back to reality.

[Weather Forecast]: This was sent by Vishdale. Try connecting.

With trembling fingers, Xiangzi pressed the power button on the terminal. A blue light screen projected into the air, and after a brief scan and connection process, a logo she had never seen before appeared, bearing the symbol of a sword and shield, with a line of clear text below: [Welcome to Rhodes Island Internal Network]

...It's true, I've traveled through time.

Just like those clichéd plots in novels, it happened to me.

Xiangzi gripped the terminal in his hand and glanced at the four girls beside him who were completely oblivious to everything.

Her heart was filled with mixed feelings: fear of the unknown, responsibility to her companions, but more than anything, a secret longing for the "perfect future" that Gu Ye had spoken of, a longing she herself had not even realized she had not been aware of.

She knew that what she was about to say would completely overturn their understanding, but for the sake of that future, she had to speak up.

When Toyokawa Shoko saw Vishdel's avatar light up on the terminal interface, her tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

She quickly zoomed in on the simple map projected by the terminal and sent their location coordinates.

Almost instantly, the other party's reply popped up, concise and to the point.

[American Scythe]: Luckily it's not far, let's wait.

Xiangzi turned off the light screen and took a deep breath of the cold, murky air above this wasteland.

She knew it was no longer time to remain silent. She stood up, held the terminal in her hands, and showed it to the other four people.

"Everyone listen to me."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it successfully drew everyone's attention: "We... may be involved in some kind of unusual 'incident.' This is what I just found, and it seems to be our only tool for calling for help."

"An event? What event? Is this some kind of high-tech prank show?"

Yutenji Wakana was the first to scream. She practically lunged at the terminal, trying to grab it. "Is there internet? Can it connect to PosTube? My account! My live stream!"

"Calm down, Meow."

Xiangzi dodged her pull with a flick of his wrist. "There's no internet here like you know it. We might... no longer be in the same world."

"Not in the original world? Huh!?"

Miaomu let out a sharp laugh, as if she had heard something out of a fantasy. "Toyokawa Shoko, what are you up to? To prevent the band from breaking up, you actually came up with this kidnapping scheme? Who do you think you are? A god?"

"I am not God."

Xiangzi's voice suddenly turned cold, and a thin layer of ice formed in his eyes. "If I had the ability to move you from Tokyo to this godforsaken place in an instant, do you think I would need to bind you with contracts and penalties for breach of contract?"

One sentence was enough to choke Miaomu's accusation in her throat.

Yes, if Xiangzi had such extraordinary abilities, she wouldn't need to waste time talking to them here.

"Xiangzi,"

Yawata Kairin's voice broke the silence. She was unusually calm, carefully examining the terminal in Shoko's hand. "You're talking about 'unconventional events,' can you be more specific? Who gave you this 'distress tool'? How dangerous are we in our current situation?"

A series of precise questions hit the nail on the head. "As expected of Hailing..." Xiangzi thought to herself, but she couldn't tell the truth.

"I don't know. It just appeared out of nowhere."

Xiangzi lied without batting an eye, "All I can tell you is that what we need to do now is stay where we are and wait for rescue. Don't wander around and don't make any noise."

She tried to sound confident, even though her back was soaked with cold sweat. She knew that in this unknown world, she was the only pillar of this makeshift team, and she absolutely could not panic.

Sanjiao Chuhua looked at Xiangzi with concern. Although she couldn't understand anything, she chose to believe Xiangzi unconditionally.

Ruo Yemu simply lowered her head even further, her long green hair obscuring her face and making it impossible to see her expression.

Just then, the sound of metal scraping and heavy footsteps came from the shadows of the ruins not far away.

Several tall and imposing figures slowly walked out and appeared before them.

That's not human.

They are generally over two meters tall, with unhealthy gray-white or dark red skin, and various shapes of ferocious horns on their heads.

They wore tattered, patchwork armor and carried machetes stained with dark dirt and crude firearms.

When their eyes, gleaming with greed and desire, fell upon the five delicate-skinned girls dressed in gorgeous costumes, undisguised lewd smiles bloomed on their ugly faces.

"Oh ho? Look what we've found! A few lost lambs?"

The leader was a one-eyed Sarkaz who licked his chapped lips and glanced back and forth at Xiangzi and Miaomu's ample breasts.

"Boss, these girls are really hot! Much better than the ones we caught in the mobile city last time!"

His companion next to him let out a lewd laugh.

The members of Ave Mujica had never seen anything like it.

Miaomu's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she even forgot to scream; Chuhua instinctively hid behind Xiangzi, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind; Hailing gripped the bass bag in front of her, her muscles tense, and she entered a state of combat readiness; even Mu, who had been silent all along, raised her head, and for the first time, a clear fear appeared in her empty golden eyes.

Xiangzi's heart pounded wildly, and his mind went completely blank.

She forced herself to take a step forward, trying to use the negotiation skills she had learned from memory.

"We...we meant no harm, we're just lost. Excuse me, where is this place...?"

"Shut up, little girl!"

One-Eyed Sarkaz rudely interrupted her, "This is our territory! You are now our spoils!"

He waved his hand, and several mercenaries immediately surrounded him with sinister grins.

In his despair, a name flashed through Xiangzi's mind.

"Wait! I know Gu Ye! I know Gu Ye!"

In her desperation, she shouted.

The mercenaries were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Gu Ye? Who is that?"

"One-Eyed Sarkaz asked, puzzled."

It was no use... Xiangzi's heart sank to the bottom.

She then remembered another name, which was now her only lifeline.

“Vishdel! I know Vishdel! She's the one who told us to wait for her here!”

“Vishdel?”

Upon hearing that name, One-Eyed Sarkaz's face instantly turned extremely ugly, his remaining eye filled with resentment and hatred. "That crazy woman? I fucking hate her the most! Hmph, since you're that bitch's friends..."

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "That makes things even easier! Brothers, kill them first, then rape them! Strip them naked!"

Before he finished speaking, the mercenaries let out an excited howl and pounced on him!

"don't want--!"

Chapter 159 Xiangzi: Gu Ye, save me!

At this critical moment, Xiangzi let out the most desperate scream in his mind to the chat group.

【Oblivionis】: @WeatherForecast, help me!!!

The next second, a system notification popped up on the chat group interface.

[A group member named "Weather Forecast" has requested to join your group. Do you agree?]

【whether】

Without hesitation, Xiangzi pressed "Yes".

Just as the one-eyed Sarkaz's hand was about to touch Xiangzi's shoulder, an indescribable, bone-chilling cold suddenly enveloped the entire area.

Everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.

The originally hazy sky had become overcast, the humidity was rising rapidly, and fine rain began to fall.

An ordinary-looking black-haired boy appeared in front of the girls without warning, as if he had been standing there all along.

"Who are you?!"

The one-eyed Sarkaz was so startled by this bizarre scene that he took a step back.

Gu Ye didn't answer him. He just turned his head to look at the five girls behind him who were pale with fright, then turned back and looked at the group of Sarkaz mercenaries.

His gaze was as indifferent as if he were looking at a few roadside stones.

"Weather forecast..."

He whispered something in a voice only he could hear.