Upon hearing this, Su Mu was slightly taken aback.
It wasn’t exactly an unreasonable demand, but what kind of request was this?
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling lonely here all by yourself?”
“That’s right, in every sense of the word.”
Tang Nai raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Su Mu with a playful glint in her eyes, as if implying something, but Su Mu surprisingly fell silent for a moment.
“Hasn’t Sister Liang been keeping you company at the café all along?”
“That’s different. She hasn’t come into contact with Magic Power; it’s hard for her to understand us.”
“What’s the difference? Even without Magic Power, isn’t she still a living person just like the rest of us?”
Tang Nai shook her head with a smile.
“It’s too early to explain now. Anyway, are you willing to agree or not? If not, I’ll take back the sunflower.”
Su Mu grabbed the sunflower quickly and said, “Fine, no problem.”
That settled, her schedule for the day was packed.
Classes during the day, heading to the dojo when there were no classes, returning to the café at night to play games and browse the Forum—it all seemed a bit monotonous.
But it was definitely better than being attacked by Strange Persons.
“Don’t sound so gloomy when you answer. Smile a little. Hey, don’t rush off.”
“I haven’t finished packing yet. We’ll talk tonight.” Su Mu pursed her lips, glanced again at the animation playing on the TV, then hurried upstairs.
‘She had a face even younger than mine, but spoke with such a mature, solemn tone.’
Being alone playing games for too long really makes you crave some affection.
***
[“Villain Ratings on All Forums”]
Seeing this obviously related poll involving herself, Su Mu decisively clicked in.
[Ratings still from 0 to 5]
[0: Normal standard, not even worth mentioning.]
[1: Roughly humanoid, somewhat sentient.]
[2: Gradually departing from humanity.]
[3: A roadside dog—everyone kicks it.]
[4: A tomb of swords where only one family member remains.]
[5: Sun Xiaochuan.]
[The rules are basically the same; ratings are completely subjective. If you think it’s unfair, just keep it to yourself. Next are the contenders.]
Jiji Zhangzhang: “From the tone of the original poster, this has to be at least a 2. And why put the dead at the bottom like offerings?”
“You’ll definitely lose if you give 5 points to the Three Kingdoms Kill planner,” replied ‘You’ll Surely Be Defeated’.
***
Various strange comments intermingled, and since she didn’t immediately see her own name, Su Mu wasn’t surprised.
After all, she was just a secondary character, and many were born on the internet.
She certainly wasn’t the worst among them.
Take the name that kept appearing just now—
“Sun Xiaochuan, 5”
Judging by Su Mu, if Sun Xiaochuan were a Strange Person, she would absolutely surpass B-Class standards.
Even Irina could reach B-Class, and Sun Xiaochuan, far more notorious than her, was even more so.
By now, Su Mu could no longer deny it: even the noob Miti had managed to step into C-Rank.
There was no reason for her to be stuck at E-Rank—it had to be Irina’s doing.
She had almost lost interest in Dark Magic Corruption, even beginning to dislike it, especially after coming into contact with Luo Linglan’s intense Desire Corrosion.
But even Strange Persons, after B-Rank, could break free from their dependence on Dark Magic Power.
Yet Sun Xiaochuan kept resurrecting on the internet, her accounts repeatedly fluctuating between life and death.
Either she was just an ordinary person, sincerely wanting to stir up trouble…
Or she was a fallen witch.
Su Mu considered the first possibility more likely—after all, Strange Persons were incredibly rare.
Strange Persons accounted for only one in ten thousand, while Magical Girls were nearly one in five million.
She herself was an anomaly among anomalies—one in fifty million—both a Strange Person and a Magical Girl.
But that wasn’t by her own choice.
Su Mu scrolled further but still found no trace of her own name, which left her oddly dissatisfied.
‘What? I’ve only been offline for just over a month, and I’m already cyber dust? Even dust should have someone remembering it!’
Though most of those memories were nasty insults.
On the Magic Girl Forum, everyone knew her as Irina, but compared to all other posts, her presence wasn’t outstanding—more like a plain wave in the torrent of internet information.
At most, she posted some abstract, satirical comments that annoyed people a bit, but the real big shots treated the Forum like their personal toilet.
The Magic Girl Forum was just one of the larger cesspools.
Finally, after hundreds of posts, Su Mu found her own mention—but reading it made her frown.
Karamiti: “Genius girl Irina: 2. After all, little mouse isn’t human.”
‘This ID looked suspiciously familiar—and it didn’t sound flattering at all. Miti, I think this house…’
“But she’s pretty gentle, actually. Her fanfics are the most explosive. If she kept updating, I might barely give her a 1.”
B’arely a 1? Kid? Ha.’
This one really can’t be trusted.
“Knock knock knock.”
“Who’s knocking? Little Mouse, go open it, I’m busy fighting right now.”
Su Mu looked helplessly at Ye Wanqing, who was intently focused in the bedroom, then stepped forward and lightly tickled her nose.
“Hey hey hey, what are you doing? I’m about to die! It’s all your fault!”
Ye Wanqing pouted, dodging Su Mu’s hand while keeping her attention on the computer screen.
‘I think your internet addiction is way worse than Tang Nai’s, and you still have the nerve to say I don’t update.’
‘I had my reasons for the hiatus—the invisible hand wouldn’t allow that awful stuff to keep appearing. It’s not that I was lazy or unwilling.’
‘If I gave you the keyboard, you’d probably just use it to play games or furiously type curses.’
“Fine, I’ll go see who it is. Don’t tell me it’s your takeout, it’s late and I’m kind of hungry. If you make me crave something, I won’t be responsible—I’ll just eat it myself.”
“Ah? No, I’ll share half with you! Just let me finish this round first.”
Before she finished speaking, Ye Wanqing’s character on screen had already collapsed.
Su Mu gave a light hum, then headed toward the door.
Sure enough, it was takeout…
“Hey, I thought something happened to you. Why didn’t you come to the dojo today?”
Su Mu stared blankly at the petite blue-haired girl standing in the doorway.
‘L-L-Luo Jialan? What’s she doing here?’
She was holding a warm milk tea from the Snow King.
“Here, take it. I promised I’d bring it to you—I don’t break my word. By the way, how come you’re living here now? I heard you’re staying with Miti?”
Luo Jialan’s words practically felt like an interrogation, causing cold sweat to break out on Su Mu’s back for no reason.
“N-nothing. The old rental was unlivable, so I had no choice but to move in with this dumb couch potato… ahem, Miti for now.”
“Cough, Cough”
Though she spoke at the door, Ye Wanqing’s crisp cough from inside the room rang out just as Su Mu muttered “couch potato,” forcing her to swallow the rest of her words.
‘Fine, I’ll keep playing along and see when you slip up.’
“I didn’t say that at all… No, I’m sleeping here tonight too.”
At this, Luo Jialan sharply raised an eyebrow, then confidently grabbed Su Mu’s hand and pulled herself inside.
She was declaring her sovereignty!