A tiny Kuuhenki curled up in Columbina’s arms, gently rising and falling with her breath.
The feeling was like holding a warm, soft ball of moonlight.
Columbina’s right hand softly stroked the little creature in her arms, while her left hand steadily supported its body.
Beyond her outward enjoyment of this rare tranquility, deep within her consciousness, she was using the System’s power to browse websites from another world.
They were filled with images and videos of her, and even some fan creations she couldn’t understand.
She never expected that she would already be so popular in that strange world.
The System flipped through the pages slowly, yet she still saw all sorts of versions of herself at a glance: In some drawings, she stood beneath a starry sky, her skirt billowing flamboyantly; in others, she was a tiny Chibi form, puffing out her cheeks in a cute manner.
But the further she scrolled, the more her breathing quickened, and even the tips of her ears began to flush pink.
She hadn’t even seen those so-called “doujins” yet, but just those revealing images were enough to make her heart race.
This…
This is far too immodest!
Columbina couldn’t help but cry out in her mind, even pausing her petting of the Kuuhenki, which gently nuzzled her palm.
My clothes aren’t like that at all!
How can it be so revealing?!
Am I not just showing a little bit of my legs?
Just my legs, okay!
Columbina herself admitted that the best part of her body was her legs, their lines long and proportional, wrapped in the pale silver hem of her skirt.
When she walked, a small stretch of fair skin would be revealed with her movements, not too ostentatious, but showing just the right amount of agility.
But it was absolutely not like the pictures, where the skirt was cut extremely short, even exposing large areas of skin.
That kind of appearance was practically crushing all her elegance into pieces, filled with a low-class sense of vulgarity.
What made her even more furious was that in one picture, she was actually wearing strange shoes, stepping on an unidentifiable person, her gaze so fierce it seemed like she was about to kill someone.
I have never stepped on a person with my feet!
This is a complete fabrication!
The more Columbina thought about it, the angrier she became.
“Host, please don’t be angry, let’s stop looking, let’s stop looking.” The System’s voice carried a hint of cautious soothing.
“I want to see!” Columbina retorted immediately, even intentionally emphasizing her tone, her eyes showing a hint of stubborn defiance.
She wanted to see what else those people could draw her as, so she could clearly remember which slanders needed to be clarified.
“Alright, alright, I’ll do whatever you want.
We’ll take our time looking, no rush.” The System couldn’t persuade her and could only go along with her wishes.
A thought suddenly popped into Columbina’s mind, and she asked the System in the depths of her consciousness: “You can take photos, right?
Take a picture for me.” “I can take photos, but what are you trying to do, Host?” The System was a bit confused, not understanding why she suddenly wanted to take a photo.
Columbina gently patted Kuuhenki in her arms, her fingertips stroking the top of its head as she coaxed it softly: “Time to get up, I need to move around for a bit.” Kuuhenki swayed its body as if half-understanding, wriggled out of her arms, and slowly flew away.
“I want to prove that they are slandering me.” Columbina’s tone carried a hint of seriousness, as well as a bit of a stubborn, competitive streak.
She turned around, shifting from lying on her back to lying on her stomach on the Moon Soulstone, her hands gently supporting her cheeks, her elbows resting on the cool but not piercingly cold stone.
Her two long legs were slightly raised, gently swinging in the air, the hem of her skirt swaying with her movements, revealing a small stretch of fair calf.
She adjusted her posture, ensuring her appearance was both natural and graceful, before speaking to the System: “Did you capture it?
You must take a clear picture of my clothes, and also…
my legs, to prove I’m not wearing those strange outfits.” “Done, done.
It’s super clear.” The System replied immediately, transferring the captured photo into Columbina’s consciousness.
Columbina carefully examined the photo, a look of satisfaction gradually appearing in her eyes as she nodded gently: “This is right…
This is me.” In the photo, her features were cool yet not aloof, with a faint smile on her lips as she lay on the Crescent Moon, her legs swinging gently.
She possessed both the purity of a Goddess and a few hints of approachable tenderness, her beauty still breathtakingly captivating.
But there was none of the coquettishness or deliberate seduction from those other images; every detail revealed her true self.
Hmph!
Those so-called players, they claim to love her on their lips, yet the drawings they create are all so vulgarly worldly.
Columbina let out a soft huff, her tone tinged with a hint of grievance and a touch of pride.
“Can you help me post it?
Send it to those players, let them see what my true self is like.” Columbina asked again, her voice carrying a bit more anticipation.
She wanted those who liked her to see the real her.
Not the version that had been tampered with beyond recognition.
“Sure, didn’t I specially create an account for you before, just to watch the livestreams?
We can just use that account to post it.” “Alright, I’ll leave it to you then.
Thank you.” Columbina’s tone softened, carrying a sense of sincere gratitude.
“Aw, come on, what are we even talking about?
If I hadn’t met you, I’d still be floating around the universe as space junk!” Before long, the System posted the photo, making it the very first piece of content on the uploader account “Columbina.” The photo had no extra edits, with only the pure Silvermoon Realm as its backdrop.
The young girl on the Crescent Moon had a gentle expression, her entire figure enveloped in a faint starlight.
It perfectly captured Columbina’s image from Star Rail: a bit cool yet very approachable, elegant and noble.
The feeling practically radiated through the screen.
In just a few short minutes, the photo quickly went viral on the website, and the comment section was soon flooded.
[Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!
Bro, wait, sis?
Did you take this face-to-face?
The angle is absolutely insane!
The detail, the lighting…
You didn’t travel to another world and take this directly of Lady Goddess, did you?!
Please, we need a follow-up, we need more photos!] [Thumbs-up Panda Man.jpg Bro, your skills are just too cracked!
With this level of skill, you didn’t keep it hidden, you were willing to share it.
I have to give you a lot of respect for this one!] [Save me!
Looking at the half-finished lewd art on my computer, and then looking at this photo, I actually feel a deep sense of shame!
Lady Goddess above, I was wrong.
I’ll never draw those kinds of messy drawings again.
I’ll properly draw her true appearance!] [The person above, shame is shame, but can you send me the half-finished piece?
Don’t let it go to waste!
We can use this photo as a reference and modify it into a legitimate piece.
That way it won’t have been drawn in vain!] Deep in her consciousness, Columbina looked at the bouncing comments, her cheeks turning slightly red again.
But this time it wasn’t out of anger or shame, but because of the praise.