Crossover Anime: The Heroine is in Trouble? I Take Advantage of the Situation

Among the crowd, fans of A Certain Magical Index responded with shouts.

Some haters scoffed at this.

"Ha, a bunch of brainwashed bastards."

"They dare to print 40 copies in the first printing? Shinazugawa's financial report next quarter is bound to explode!"

"That's right, just wait to die a violent death!"

Haters and true fans are clearly divided into two groups.

among them.

Passersby and readers were scattered among them, not participating in the debate between the two sides, but simply talking in hushed tones.

"Will this Shinazugawa strategy backfire?"

"That's possible. If 400,000 copies don't sell, Aida Ryuji might have to commit seppuku on the spot, you know?"

"But don't you think this is exciting? Whether the result is the biggest publishing joke in history or the strongest comeback in history, we are all witnesses!"

"That's right! I love watching the excitement!"

"Let blood flow like rivers!"

Amidst a chorus of discussion.

At eight o'clock sharp, the bookstore doors opened, and the crowd surged in like a tide.

The second volume of "A Certain Magical Index," displayed on the front shelf, sold out quickly, and the bookstore staff rushed to restock.

The first readers to receive the book couldn't even wait to go home; they sat in the bookstore's rest area, unpacked it, and started reading.

Soon, it was clear whether they were fans, haters, or just casual observers.

Astonishment and surprise gradually appeared on the faces of everyone reading the book.

"Holy crap! This opening... is even more captivating than the first volume!"

"You're kidding me, right? Your skill level has improved that much!"

"Yeah, this quality is as exaggerated as Agumon evolving directly into WarGreymon!"

"My God! The foreshadowing here matches the details in the first volume! Prince Xiaochuan is on the fifth floor!"

"Waaaaah... This scene was so touching! Touma, my superhero!!"

The bookstore's rest area was bustling with activity.

The haters sat blankly on the ground, their books half-read, looking completely dumbfounded.

"How can it be so beautiful... This is not scientific..."

"It feels like reading popular literature, but it's not preachy at all, and it's not boring at all!"

"This quality is top-notch, truly annual-level!"

"Just who exactly is this Prince Xiaochuan?"

That morning.

The word-of-mouth spread like wildfire across the internet.

Explode instantly!

The first to be purged were those who had once held high positions and preached.

……

……

Comments section of the official Twitter account of TVS TV station's "Midnight Commentary".

The show's producer, Makoto Ito, was secretly hoping in his office that when news of the "A Certain Magical Index" series' disastrous sales came, he would immediately appear on the show and profit from the tragedy.

However, his assistant rushed in in a panic.

"Producer Ito! Something terrible has happened! Our official account has been hacked!"

"what?"

Makoto Ito opened Twitter in surprise.

Instantly, countless angry comments flooded his view like a tsunami.

"@Midnight Commentary, come out and take your punishment!"

"This is garbage! For ratings and dirty money, you've distorted the truth! Have you lost your conscience?!"

"I suggest renaming the show 'Midnight Mad Commentary,' it's just a bunch of mad dogs barking!"

"I've already filed a complaint with the Broadcasting Ethics Committee! Just wait for it to be taken down!"

What...what's going on?

Makoto Ito was completely bewildered. Wasn't he praising her just now?

Why is there suddenly such a chorus of insults everywhere?

Jingle Bell--

Before I could think any further, the phone rang from the station director's office.

"Yes, Director Kimura?" Makoto Ito quickly picked up the receiver.

The station manager's icy voice came through the receiver: "Ito, come to my office right now!"

"Yes!" Ito Makoto's forehead broke out in a cold sweat.

Judging from the station director's tone, I knew something serious had happened.

He didn't dare to delay and immediately jogged to the station director's office.

A few minutes later.

In the station director's office, Makoto Ito was being verbally abused and insulted by high-ranking officials of the television station, who were pointing their fingers at him.

"Idiot! You idiot!"

"Who gave you permission to make something so big?"

"As a commentary program, how could they personally step in to belittle one side? And to make matters worse, they even sided with the losing side!!"

The station manager threw a series of viewer complaints at his face, saying, "Look! Because of your lousy program, the station's complaint hotline has been ringing off the hook!"

"Even advertisers are getting called in and verbally abused by viewers!"

"How will you make up for this loss?!"

Makoto Ito's face turned deathly pale, and he stammered, "Director, I... I just wanted to boost the ratings..."

"Increase ratings?" The station manager laughed angrily. "Congratulations, you've succeeded! Now the whole of Japan knows that TVS employs a bunch of useless people who distort the truth and have no professional ethics!"

Makoto Ito remained silent, too shy to speak.

"Starting today, Midnight Commentary will be discontinued."

The station director's face was cold as he said in a chilling voice, "Go home and 'rest' for a while. There's no suitable position for you at the station at the moment."

Boom!

Ito Seiji looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his face blank with shock.

This isn't a dismissal, but it's practically the same.

All his past achievements and the flagship program he painstakingly built will vanish in an instant.

Makoto Ito walked out of the station director's office, looking utterly dejected.

In the hallway.

He happened to run into his competitor, Sai, the producer of another popular show.

Sai walked towards us, a fake concern on his face, and said with a smile:

"Ito-san, you don't look too good. I heard there was a little trouble with the show? Young people shouldn't be too impulsive; take care of your health."

As he spoke, he patted him on the shoulder.

Sai's contemptuous gaze clearly said, "You're finished, Saito."

Makoto Ito was too weak to refute.

He walked out of the TV station with his head down, looking dejected.

On the way, the whispers of his colleagues pierced his heart like needles.

"Have you heard? Ito got a real dressing down from the station manager, and his show was canceled."

"Serves him right! He should have been fired a long time ago! Just because his show has decent ratings, he acts like a tyrant at the station and has offended so many people!"

"Yeah, they've really messed up this time, haven't they?"

"This is wonderful! I must open a bottle of champagne tonight to celebrate!"

The ridicule and mockery tore him apart.

Makoto Ito became even more depressed and fled the television station building as if he were escaping.

……

……

Press.

Inside the editor's office

Osamu Ohno's editor was frantically answering phone calls.

The first phone call came from the manager of Kinokuniya Bookstore.

The other party said tactfully, "I'm so sorry, editor. We're afraid we'll have to return all of Ohno-sensei's new book."

The editor, looking anxious, tried to persuade her, "Manager, would you please reconsider? We can offer you the biggest discount!"

The store manager refused with a wry smile: "It's not about the money. Today, many readers came to the store and specifically said that if we dared to put Ohno-sensei's books on the shelves, they would boycott our bookstore. We're just a small business, we really can't afford to offend them..."

"This..." The editor didn't have time to say the next sentence.

The call was hung up.

Subsequently.

A second call came in.

It was the manager of Junkudo Bookstore who spoke anxiously: "Hey! Quickly take Osamu Ohno's book away! A few college students were in my store just now, and they started cursing and swearing when they saw this book. They almost got into a fight with the staff! I don't want his book to affect my business!"

The editor looked troubled and pleaded, "No, manager! I'll contact the salesperson right away! Please..."

The store manager didn't want to listen and hung up immediately.

"Beep...beep...beep..." came the busy tone from the receiver.

The editor, covered in cold sweat, trembled as he put down the microphone.

Less than three seconds later, the third call came in.

This was a small bookstore with which they had just established a partnership. The owner yelled irritably, "Refund! Don't give me any more nonsense! I'm not putting Osamu Ohno's books on the shelves! Say one more word, and I'll remove all the other books from your publisher's shelves too! Do you understand?!"

After saying that, the call ended before the editor could say anything.

The editor's face was filled with despair; he knew it was all over.

Take a deep breath.

The editor dialed Osamu Ohno's cell phone and said sadly, "Mr. Ohno, something's happened. Bookstores are all returning your books; they're afraid to sell them anymore."

On the other end of the phone, Osamu Ohno was still stubbornly insisting: "A bunch of ignorant fools! What do they know about literature!"

"Teacher! This isn't the time to talk about this!" The editor's voice was trembling with tears. "The most important thing right now is for you! You must apologize immediately! Otherwise, your reputation will be ruined!"

“Apologize…” Osamu Ohno hesitated, not wanting to bow down to a light novel author.

"Mr. Ohno, I heard that some bookstores have already received the razor blades sent to you... If you don't give in, you might be in danger!" the editor hurriedly advised.

"Wh...what? A razor blade?!"

Osamu Ohno broke out in a cold sweat instantly.