002. Never once found the Dragon Realm worldview to be enjoyable
Yuzuki Nagumo stared blankly at the pale blue panel that had just appeared before her.
“Wait a minute.”
Kasel Academy...
Golden eyes...
The White King’s bloodline...
Word spirits...
A series of chillingly familiar keywords pierced through Yuzuki’s mind like bullets, exploding in his head with a thunderous boom.
“Damn…”
His pupils constricted slightly, and he froze on the fabric-covered stool, still gripping Mutsuki Wakaba’s shoulder, forgetting to let go.
No wonder he had felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he saw those suddenly opened golden eyes earlier.
Now, everything made sense.
Those weren’t just cosmetic contact lenses...
They were the mark of a half-blood awakening—the golden eyes.
In ancient times, humans made a pact with the White King, acquiring the “Holy Grail” and “Sacred Remains,” but also sowing seeds of greed;
Most half-blood descendants of the White King resided in Japan. Uesugi Eri, Minamoto Wakao, Minamoto Wakame... all carried the White King’s blood.
And now, Wakaba Mutsuki was also of the White King’s bloodline?
Cold sweat drenched Yuzuki Nagumo’s back instantly.
“Am I freaking out in the MyGO world? How did I end up in the Dragon Clan’s world?!”
The room was deathly silent. Yuzuki still held tightly onto Mutsuki’s shoulder, unsure whether to release his grip.
“So, this worldview must be a fusion of both...”
Wakaba Mutsuki had quietly closed her eyes, as if asleep.
Her sleeping face was beautiful, but Yuzuki’s heart was heavy with mixed emotions.
He was truly on the verge of losing it.
He had originally thought this was a parallel world story about a band, where by plagiarizing songs and novels early, he could easily become a titan in the entertainment industry and live comfortably.
But in truth, it was a “Dragon Clan worldview.”
Damn.
He might as well form a band for life!
A sudden thought flashed through Yuzuki’s mind.
No wonder he had always sensed something strange and inexplicable in the MyGO and Ave Mujica worlds.
For example, Toyokawa Shoko’s golden eyes, which could see through dual “personalities” at a glance; the suffocating mental state of Yorena; and of course, Wakaba Mutsuki’s own condition.
Now that he knew it was a Dragon Clan worldview, those god-like configurations in MyGO made perfect sense.
It was known that Toyokawa Shoko was the heiress of the Toyokawa Group, had ever-burning golden eyes, and her family owned a Maybach as their company car...
Moreover, the Toyokawa Group might be backed by some unspeakable mysterious force, to the point that Shoko’s grandfather constantly muttered, “You have no idea how terrifying the Toyokawa family really is.”
Isn’t this just the Serpentine Eight Houses? Only, it’s unclear which branch they belong to.
---
Wakaba Mutsuki had two major personalities within her, somewhat like twins, but also countless other personalities sealed away after she learned guitar—personality puppets.
It was now confirmed that she was definitely a half-blood, carrying the White King’s bloodline, though unstable.
Adding to that, Yuzuki naturally knew that Wakaba’s family relations were cold and distant, with parents and children calling each other by their given names.
This could be a result of the cold familial bonds typical of half-bloods, or more reasonably explained by the fact that Wakaba Mutsuki was adopted.
Furthermore, there was no need to mention the suddenly returned Chihaya Aine, the elusive Yorena, or the mysteriously rising popularity of Yutenji Wakame, affectionately called “Nyamu.”
“No wonder,” Yuzuki Nagumo gasped sharply.
On one side was the BanG Dream band scene, where veteran bands still burned their youth on stage, and four new bands were about to debut, born from someone’s lack of self-control.
On the other side, officers of Kasel Academy’s executive department hunted down the resurrected Dragon Clan worldwide, constantly wary of the revival of the Four Great Monarchs and the Black King.
This world was utterly insane.
Yuzuki gently laid the petite Wakaba down on the movie-watching sofa and thought again.
“But it’s quite reasonable.”
After all, in the Dragon Clan worldview, ordinary people had no understanding of half-bloods or the Dragon Clan.
Given that MyGO and Ave Mujica perspectives were almost entirely set in Tokyo, perhaps while they debated whether to perform “Kasuga Kage” consecutively at the Live House, outside, a group of half-bloods from the Serpentine Eight Houses were engaged in a fierce word spirit battle with restless spirits.
Yuzuki sighed.
“Good thing I have this panel.”
“Let’s activate it directly.”
In the next moment, the pale blue translucent panel appeared again in Yuzuki’s vision.
【Current Skill Panel】
【Available Skill Points: 1】
【Cooking Lv3 (723/1000)】
【Guitar Lv4 (842/2000)】
【Novel Writing Lv5 (1502/5000)】
【Ignite Word Spirit (1/4)】
Looking at the data on the panel, Yuzuki’s mood was complicated.
When he first awakened this panel, he thought he was on the route of a literary plagiarist, relying on early copies of “Senbonzakura,” “Unravel,” and “LOSER” to become a new music legend.
Then, with a few more like “Demon Slayer,” “Attack on Titan,” and “Sword Art Online,” he’d launch light adaptations and anime, earn copyright royalties, and rise to the top of the entertainment world.
But now...
When the panel popped up with “Congratulations on unlocking the door hidden for sixteen years,” he lost it in a second.
So this wasn’t an entertainment system!
It felt like restarting a life simulator and suddenly realizing you could cultivate immortality.
He had thought that with plagiarism and a band, life was already stable.
But in Yuzuki Nagumo’s sixteenth year, the door opened.
Just as he was about to wreak havoc in entertainment, he realized it was the Dragon Clan after all.
---
Yuzuki Nagumo sighed again.
But looking at the still-unconscious Wakaba Mutsuki, he had a more urgent matter to consider:
“What should I do now?”
His thoughts churned.
“Wakaba’s ‘mother,’ Morimi Minami, must know something.”
“She can’t be unaware of Wakaba’s situation, though she’s always been indifferent.”
He recalled Minami’s words: “Even I am a little afraid.”
Was that really just about Wakaba’s “puppet-like” performances?
Yuzuki stared at Wakaba’s face and gently pressed his lips to hers...
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Meanwhile, in the Sea of Consciousness.
In the vast, boundless void of thought, a courtyard resembling a “home” stood at the center of Wakaba Mutsuki’s consciousness.
Inside, Wakaba sat cross-legged.
This room was very similar in structure to the basement she often visited in real life, except there was an additional figure beside her.
Though called a figure, it was actually a doll-like “puppet,” resembling Wakaba closely.
But unlike Wakaba’s usual downward-curved lips, the puppet’s mouth curled upward in a broad smile.
“Xiao Mu, something seems to be awakening.”
The puppet smiled.
“Didn’t we agree to keep it locked inside forever?”
Wakaba’s expression showed some panic. She shook her head as if trying to confirm something:
“I... don’t know.”
The puppet’s expression suddenly brightened.
“I see. Some of Xiao Mu’s memories were locked away in the Sea of Consciousness.”
“Even though I was born to help Xiao Mu, in this situation, I’m a bit helpless.”
“But it seems someone inadvertently helped unlock part of those chains.”
“In that case, let’s welcome its awakening.”
---
“Huff... huff...”
Wakaba Mutsuki awoke, gasping for breath.
With each gasp, she instinctively raised her head.
Yuzuki Nagumo had just leaned close to her face.
The next moment,
Bang!