Sparkle followed behind the three, her steps slow and leisurely, her white twin-tails swaying gently with every pace.
But her mind was a complete mess right now.
“Fuli,” she called out in her mind, “about my strength…
what should I do?
Is there any good way to handle this?”
On her shoulder, the monkey was happily gnawing on half a banana.
Hearing this, it wiped its mouth with its little paw and replied in her mind as well: “As for that…
you’ll just have to figure it out yourself.”
“Figure it out?” Sparkle’s eye twitched.
“How am I supposed to figure it out?
Do you expect me to put my life on the line just to test it?”
She lowered her head, her brows tightly locked, a rare, serious expression emerging in her red eyes.
Strands of white hair slid down from her ears, giving her delicate face a touch of profoundness—if one ignored what she was actually thinking about.
Sparkle frantically searched her memories for information about the character “Sparkle”.
Sparkle in the game…
Elation…
And then?
That was it.
She widened her eyes, her expression becoming increasingly profound and intelligent.
Standing motionless in the middle of the corridor, she gave off the impression that her brain was working overtime.
March 7th looked back and muttered quietly: “What is Sparkle doing?
Pondering the meaning of life?”
Dan Heng glanced at her calmly: “Perhaps.”
Stelle scratched her head: “Why does she have to make that face while she’s thinking?”
Inside Sparkle’s mind—
A complete blank.
Crap.
Her impression of Sparkle, aside from that outfit and title, seemed to only amount to…
livestreaming?
That’s it, livestreaming!
Sparkle narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze drifting toward the invisible phone floating to the side.
This is bad.
Real combat ability?
It seems…
I have no memory of it.
In a moment, we’re going to fight that…
Ender Dragon?
No, that’s not right, Dooms…
Dooms…
Doomsday Beast!
Right, that’s the thing!
It’s been too long since I’ve dealt with that guy; I almost forgot what it was called.
That’s the highlight of the plot; I can’t just hide in the back shivering the whole time, can I?
Livestreaming, livestreaming, livestreaming…
She touched her chin, a light flashing in her red eyes, and asked Fuli on her shoulder in her mind:
“Do you think…
we could launch the audience?”
Fuli stopped gnawing on the banana.
“What?”
The monkey was silent for three seconds, then slowly spoke, its tone deadpan: “Right, randomly select lucky audience members, eject them one by one like a machine gun, shooting them all at the opponent.
I don’t know if you’ll win, but you’ll definitely see flesh and blood flying everywhere.”
In Sparkle’s mind, that image appeared—countless audience members shooting toward the Doomsday Beast like bullets, then exploding into mists of blood…
She shuddered.
That image was a bit too R-rated.
Better forget it.
In the livestream chat, messages were drifting by lively—
“Hey, did you guys feel a sudden chill?
I don’t know what happened.”
“Same here.”
“The streamer’s expression is so weird, squinting and touching her chin.”
“Do you guys think we’re going to fight the Doomsday Beast next?”
“Following the plot, we should be!”
“I want to see the Doomsday Beast!”
“Can the streamer’s small frame handle it?
Won’t she be slapped into meat paste?”
“How is that possible?
This is Sparkle-chan!”
“That’s right, that’s right, it’s Sparkle!”
“Hey, you know, I almost forgot the streamer is cosplaying Sparkle.”
“I’ve never seen this kind of performance before; it’s a bit insane.”
Sparkle caught a glimpse of these messages, and the corner of her mouth curled up slightly.
Just then—
“BOOM—!”
The entire space station shook violently.
Sparkle stumbled, almost falling, and grabbed the wall next to her to steady herself.
The tips of her white hair flew to the side of her face, and she looked up sharply, peering out through the porthole next to the corridor.
A huge shadow swept across the porthole.
It was a behemoth—a pitch-black body, ferocious contours, and huge wings unfurled in the vacuum of space, each flap setting off blinding fluctuations.
Doomsday Beast.
It circled outside the space station like a vulture eyeing its prey.
Sparkle widened her eyes slightly.
The shadow of that behemoth was reflected in her red eyes.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn’t utter a word for a moment.
Seeing it with her own eyes and watching it through a screen were completely different things.
This thing…
It was much scarier than it looked in the game.
March 7th’s voice sounded from the front: “Move fast!
We have to meet up with Himeko immediately!”
They all ran quickly.
Fuli clung tightly to her shoulder, the banana long gone.
Passing through three doors and turning two corners, the view suddenly opened up.
It was a larger cabin, with various instruments and equipment scattered everywhere, staff in uniforms running around, data jumping wildly on the screens, and alarms blaring one after another.
A girl with long pink hair stood in the center, directing things in an orderly manner: “The second squad, go support the platform!
Medical team, get ready to receive the wounded!
Communications team, contact the main control cabin and confirm the situation there!”
Asta.
In the corner stood an elegant red-haired woman.
Himeko.
March 7th and the others quickly walked over to meet up with Himeko.
Sparkle stood where she was, not pushing forward.
She looked around at everything with curious eyes.
This was much more complicated than in the game.
In the game, there were only a few scenes and a few lines of dialogue, but being truly immersed, she realized what it meant to be “real.”
The panic on the faces of the staff, the data jumping on the screens, and the tension filling the air—
It felt a lot like a sci-fi movie.
Just as she was thinking this, that familiar feeling in her body emerged again.
A burning heat.
Spreading from her chest downwards, burning all the way to her lower abdomen, finally turning into a strange…
sense of urgency.
She brought her two legs together slightly, her knees rubbing against each other, the expression on her face becoming a bit subtle.
She was familiar with this feeling.
Whenever she was nervous or excited, she tended to want to use the bathroom.
Especially in such big scenes, when adrenaline spiked, her bladder would be the first to protest.
She looked left and right, her gaze locking onto an inconspicuous door in the corner of the cabin.
There was a sign on the door.
Although she didn’t recognize the words on it, she understood the icon of the little person.
A restroom.
Very good.
She quietly moved a few steps over there, and while no one was paying attention, she slipped inside.
Behind her, March 7th happened to turn around, ready to introduce the newly met white-haired girl to Himeko.
“Right, Himeko, we just met a—” She got halfway through her sentence, scanned behind her, and froze.
Where did she go?
She blinked and scanned again.
Still nothing.
“Eh?” March 7th scratched her head.
“Where’s Sparkle?
She was just behind us?”
Himeko tilted her head slightly: “What Sparkle?”
March 7th looked confused: “It’s a white-haired little girl, she was following us just now.
How did she disappear in the blink of an eye?”
“…”
Several people looked at each other.