The convention center’s entrance was like the mouth of a giant beast.
Sato took a deep breath, pushed Nari’s back, and declared in an almost tragic tone, “Suno, it’s our time to shine!
Let the mortals tremble!” Nari stumbled from the push, almost stepping on his magnificent robes.
He felt like he wasn’t here to make money, but to face an execution.
The two stepped into the venue.
Boom— When everyone else saw Goddess Jingliu, cosplayed by Nari, they were all stunned by his peerless beauty.
The world seemed to have been muted.
The cacophony of idol dance music, game BGM, and the bustling crowd that filled the air a second ago vanished in that instant.
Time froze.
The air also froze.
Tens of thousands of gazes, like iron filings drawn by a magnet, converged from all directions, fixed firmly on the silver-haired figure at the entrance.
Goddess Jingliu?
A fat otaku, boasting to his friend, still had his mouth open, but couldn’t utter another word.
A guy posing for a photo with a mascot girl dropped his phone with a “thud,” the screen shattering into pieces, but he was oblivious.
A photographer, adjusting his camera, forgot to remove the lens cap, yet frantically pressed the shutter in Nari’s direction.
The dead silence lasted for about three seconds.
Three seconds later, the suppressed emotions, like a volcanic eruption, instantly ignited the entire venue.
“I…I…I…what did I see?
CG, this is CG that walked out of a game, right?!” “Special effects!
Absolutely special effects!
Has holographic projection gotten this amazing?!” “A big star!” “Bullshit!
What star?
Which star has this kind of aura!
This is a god descended to the mortal realm!” “Oh my god…I feel like I’m in love, no, I feel like I just got heartbroken because I’m not worthy of her!” Whispers turned into a tsunami of exclamations, everyone’s brains frantically processing the surreal scene before them.
The effect of the God-Tier COS Succubus Aura continued to spread.
Passive effect: Concept Descent.
The entire venue has been covered, cognitive distortion is strengthening.
“Hmph!
What’s everyone crowding around?
Is it really that good-looking?” Just then, a muscular Coser dressed as Kratos, who considered himself the manliest in the venue, pushed through the crowd, intending to strike up a conversation.
“Beautiful lady, are you alone…” Before he could finish, his steps faltered three meters from Nari.
The smile on the brawny man’s face froze, sweat began to bead on his forehead, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
He felt as if he wasn’t facing a Coser, but a ten-thousand-year-old snow mountain; that invisible, extreme chill made him shiver to the depths of his soul.
“Thud.” Kratos…knelt.
His legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, his prop axe clattering to the ground beside him.
The surrounding people, far from mocking him, gave him approving looks that seemed to say, “Brother, you understand.” This kneeling seemed to have flicked some strange switch.
More and more people attempting to approach automatically “surrendered” outside that three-meter radius.
Some felt weak in the knees, some felt panicked, some even dared not look directly, only lowering their heads to secretly snap a photo of the ground and those boots with their phones.
The crowd spontaneously parted, creating a wide pathway that stretched from the entrance deep into the venue.
The expected crowding, encirclement, and harassment simply did not occur.
Instead, there was an atmosphere of fervent devotion, almost like a religious ceremony.
People held up cameras and phones, following from a distance, as if participating in a grand procession.
The entire scene was eerie and sacred.
And the instigator of all this, Nari himself, was walking down this automatically cleared path.
“Strange,” he muttered to himself, “the path is quite easy to walk today.” He glanced at Sato.
“You’re good, kid, you even arranged in advance for the organizers to clear a path?” Sato’s facial muscles were twitching.
He guarded Nari’s side with one hand, adopting the posture of a professional bodyguard, while his other hand frantically waved behind his back, trying to calm the frenzied “believers” behind them.
“Sis!
My dear sis!” Sato lowered his voice, a distorted tone mixed with pride, excitement, and extreme terror, “This has nothing to do with me!
It’s you!
You yourself intimidated them!” “What nonsense are you talking about?” Nari completely failed to understand the gibberish his best friend was speaking.
He just felt that today’s visitors were particularly polite, unlike the comic cons he used to see in the news, packed like sardine cans.
“Look, that student even knelt for me.
Young people nowadays are really too courteous.” Nari gestured towards the Kratos Coser.
Sato looked in that direction, his eyelids twitching wildly again.
“Sis!
That’s not courtesy!
That’s…that’s prostration!
It’s reverence for a deity!” “If you keep being so chuunibyou, I’m going back.” “No, no, no!” Sato quickly grabbed him, switching back to “chief agent” mode, “Our mission isn’t finished yet!
The main competition area!
The prize money!
Official Daddy!
Quick, go that way!” Sato half-pushed, half-protected Nari, struggling forward on this path opened up by a “sacred domain.” He felt like he wasn’t being a bodyguard, but a guardian of a mobile shrine.
The surrounding flash photography never stopped.
Shutter clicks rose and fell, forming a symphony.
Everyone’s lenses in the entire venue were aimed at only one person.
A seasoned comic con blogger, hiding behind the crowd, his fingers moved so fast on his phone screen that they blurred.
“Crazy!
Everyone’s crazy!
I’ve been to comic cons for ten years and I’ve never seen a scene like this!” His companion, a professional photographer, was holding his precious camera, looking utterly dazed.
“My lens…my lens isn’t worthy of this face!
Every photo I take feels like a blasphemy against her!” “Stop talking nonsense!
Post it on Weibo!
Grab the headlines!” the blogger shouted, “I’ve already thought of the title!” He quickly typed a line of text and clicked send.
“Explosive!
Century Cold Case!
The mysterious Jing Liu Coser who swept through the XX Comic Con, who exactly is she?!”