You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

The artist's hands flew across the paper, the digital pens almost sparking: "Senior, shouldn't we consider making an animation? This hype is outrageous!"

"Already doing it!"

Black Honey opened the proposal, "That guy White Bear wrote a twelve-episode script, and even came up with ideas for the Blu-ray bonus content..."

……

Inside a luxury apartment building, light novel author "Shirokuma" is working simultaneously on four monitors. The left screen displays the final chapter of "Military Princess Training Log," the right screen shows the proposal for "Setsuna-san Wants Me to Confess," and five chat windows are open in the middle.

"Teacher Polar Bear!"

An editor's voice message popped up: "Dengeki Bunko wants to buy out the rights to 'Yuri Senki,' and they're asking for this much..."

Polar Bear glanced at the numbers, pursed his lips, and replied, "Tell them to wait until my contract with Mr. Aizen expires."

He stretched and suddenly said to the air, "Miss Altair, if you're peeking... how about trying on a nurse's uniform next time?"

Talking to himself was an old habit of his when he was creating; he didn't expect anyone to answer him. But as soon as he finished speaking, something wonderful happened:

Snapped!

The mug on the table suddenly shattered, spilling black tea all over the floor.

"Oh dear, I bought a defective product!"

The polar bear calmly wiped the keyboard, "However, according to yesterday's survey, 87% of readers are looking forward to medical play..."

Outside the window, a faint shadow trembled and flew away.

……

In college student Ryuta Sato's dormitory, more than twenty doujinshi (fan-made comics) were spread out on the tatami mats. He was carefully putting the bonus bookmarks from "Silver Rose" into a dust bag with tweezers, his movements as cautious as if he were defusing a bomb.

"Ryuta!"

My roommate burst through the door, exclaiming, "Quick, check Niconico! The official anime PV has been released!"

Altair on the screen, a far cry from his usual aloof demeanor, was blushing as he was pinned against the wall in an instant. The live chat exploded with comments:

【I have no social security!!!】

Is this really the military princess I know?!

My mom asked me why I was kneeling while looking at my phone.

[Original work fans are furious! Oh my... it's so good!]

[Seriously, there aren't any fans of the original work here. Like Touhou, everyone got into the fandom through fanfiction!]

On an anonymous forum, posts are being refreshed at a rate of three pages per second:

[Rational Discussion] Does the fan-made version of "Military Princess" over-exploit the character?

782nd floor: Consumption? This is called the Renaissance!

783rd floor: Who would read the original's gloomy style? It's so much better now!

784th floor: But bondage play is too much...

785th floor: Is the person upstairs a fake fan? This video is number one in popularity according to the official website poll!

Most surprisingly, one late night on a live streaming platform, an account with the ID "Setsuna" suddenly tipped one million yen, and the photo looked very similar to Altair, even more realistic than AI images.

The live chat exploded instantly:

[Holy crap, this is it?!]

[It must be a cosplayer!]

But this account existed five years ago...

All creators received an encrypted email that led to a short video.

Altair, with his back to the camera and his saber stuck in the ground, said: "...No R18G drawing allowed."

She paused, then her voice suddenly softened, "...The rest...are up to you."

At the end of the video, a fleeting chuckle can be faintly heard: "Altair, really~"

So everyone started discussing who was behind this prank...

……

The morning news anchor barely suppressed a laugh: "...It is reported that the Altair Project series has driven a 120% increase in related industries, with Akihabara-related shops seeing increased sales..."

A middle school teacher found a mountain of confiscated comics piled up. The dean of students sighed, rubbing his forehead, "This is the third time this month. The girls are all passing around some 'military-themed comics'..."

Even in government buildings, young employees were secretly exchanging USB drives.

"Section Chief!"

The newcomer hurriedly hid his mousepad. "This is academic research for carrying out the mission... Don't look at me, I'm really not a yuri fan... What's wrong with looking at doujinshi? You can't just call me gay because I play Warhammer, can you?!"

As Councilor Matsumoto looked at the Agency for Cultural Affairs' report, his hands trembled so much he almost dropped his teacup: "Lord Aizen, isn't this influence a bit too much... Damn it, how did Japanese education fall to this level!"

"Ok?"

Iori, who was peeling an orange for Ritsuka, looked up. "Is there a problem?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Matsumoto immediately stood at attention. "I meant, should we increase the budget?"

……

In the recording studio, renowned voice actress Yuki Shimizu is panting as she faces the microphone.

"Ah... Lord Altair... please, please don't..."

She suddenly stopped, frowned, and said, "Director, isn't this line a bit too direct?"

"That's the contrast we're looking for!"

The director excitedly waved the script, "Just imagine, the cold, aloof military princess on the battlefield, is actually..."

"I understand, please stop talking!"

Yuki Shimizu suddenly got into character, "Ugh... Setsuna was so mean..."

Her voice switched instantly, seamlessly transitioning from haughty to soft and cute.

In the monitoring room, the supervisor wiped away cold sweat: "That acting was amazing... Speaking of which, aren't the scripts Mr. Aizen gave us getting increasingly..."

"Shh!"

The producer glared at him. "Do you still want your salary?"

After considering the numbers in his account, the supervisor promptly shut up.

……

Two office workers are smoking in front of the convenience store.

"Did you hear that?"

The balding man lowered his voice, "Even the Prime Minister is chasing after this..."

"real or fake?"

"My niece is an intern in Congress, and she says the lounge has a complete set of comics..."

"Hey, don't even mention the Prime Minister, I heard the President of the United States watches two hours of anime every night!"

Meanwhile, in an underground studio, the doujin circle "Black Album" was working through the night to finish a manuscript.

"Chief writer!"

The assistant cried, "The printer overheated again!"

"Keep applying an ice pack and continue!"

"A printer isn't a person, you can't use it to its fullest extent!"

The lead writer, without even looking up, exclaimed, "There's still a long way to go before the deadline... Oh my god, who put the 'Military Princess's Kitchen Play' artbook on my desk?!"

In the corner, the "creative incentive gift pack" given by Iori gleamed.

……

On the hotel's top floor, Iori overlooked the neon-lit sea of ​​Akihabara. His secretary, Mashu, whispered a report: "...cumulative sales have surpassed ten million, and derivative works have reached..."

"Iori".

Ritsuka suddenly tilted her head, "You planned this from the beginning, didn't you? Using this method to..."

"Who knows? I'm just going back to my old ways, doing some artistic creation. Bringing joy to everyone is my duty."

Iori swirled his wine glass, a slight smile playing on his lips. The reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window showed the computer screen behind him, where a new folder, "Military Princess Wedding Dress Battle," had just been created.

On a large screen in the distance, Altair's animated PV was playing on a loop, and the long queue in front of the bookstore on the street corner was still winding.

This summer, a storm sparked by fan-made content is sweeping across the real world...

Chapter 570 I'm a yuri fan.

Several days later, Iori was admiring the Tokyo night view from the floor-to-ceiling window of her hotel suite. Suddenly, ripples appeared on the glass surface.

Good evening, Miss Junji.

He didn't even turn around. "If we had gone through the main entrance, I could have treated you to a cup of black tea."

"Aizen...Iori!!!"

Altair's figure emerged from the void, the hem of his military uniform moving without wind.

Her right hand gripped the military knife, her left hand pointed to the mountain of doujinshi piled on the coffee table, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion: "These obscene and filthy things—is this what you call cooperation?"

Mashu instinctively raised her shield, but Ritsuka grabbed her clothes. The orange-haired girl frantically winked at her, and the two quietly retreated to the bedroom door.

“We can’t help with this kind of thing—it’s Iori’s own doing.”

"It's just a business transaction."

Iori remained remarkably calm, showing no awareness whatsoever that the person in question had come knocking on her door.

As she turned around, she held a hardcover art book in her hand: "By the way, the sales of this book, 'Silver Rose,' have already exceeded—"

Zheng!

The moment the saber cleaved through the art book, countless pages flew like snowflakes.

Altair's blade was pointed directly at Iori's throat, an unnatural blush rising on his cheeks: "Terminate all projects immediately! Otherwise..."

"What else?"

Iori pushed the blade away with two fingers. "Killing me will only make these works rare collector's items, you know?"

"Well!"

Altair's expression crumbled at a visible speed, terrifying the two onlookers.

Even after traversing so many singularities, it's still rare to see someone so enraged!

boom!

The tiles shattered in the shockwave, but Mashu's shield deployed in time to create a barrier. Ritsuka peeked through the cracks and saw that the living room had transformed into a strange space.

As Iori's Zanpakuto clashed with the military sword, geometric patterns of light burst forth like sparks, and the blue electronic radiance gave their battle a science fiction feel for some reason.

"Senior, that is..."

Shh, I love watching the excitement!

Altair unleashed a sonic boom with his sword, but it was easily blocked by Iori's Kido Barrier. She suddenly changed tactics, sending dozens of bayonets flying from the void toward the bookshelf in an attempt to destroy the "evidence."

"it's useless."

Iori snapped his fingers, and all publications were instantly protected by the "Mirror Gate".

"Do you know what electronic archiving is? Forget about that, even if you burn down the printing plant, the electronic version will still exist online!"

"!"

The military princess suddenly froze on the spot, looking down in disbelief. She discovered that her military uniform was being particle-reorganized and transformed into a leather corset and pure black military uniform from a certain doujinshi.

Compared to the previous one, this one has a stronger German style.