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Clock Tower, Department of Spiritual Evocation.

"These people are quite interesting."

Leinys wore a little devilish smile as she turned to Lin Zhen.

"Are you watching the livestream too?"

"Mm, more or less."

Lin Zhen rested his head on one hand with his eyes closed, while his other hand curled loosely as he adjusted the small world.

Creating a virtual world for the first time was not as simple as he had imagined.

But it was not because his abilities were lacking.

It was because he lacked "experience."

He had obtained the Illusion-Reality Dao Fruit too recently.

Kirei Kotomine’s behavior in the game was not merely like that of an AI. He could only be an AI.

Lin Zhen knew very little about Kirei Kotomine compared to the man himself.

Even if he created a Virtual Personality, there would still be some distortion.

So he might as well treat him as an AI with a certain degree of intelligence, capable of responding to certain matters but bound by behavioral rules.

"But I think the most interesting thing is still this game. I wonder who made it. This is no longer something within the scope of magecraft…"

Leinys murmured beside him.

"…Could magic accomplish something like this? It probably could, right?"

"It can."

Lin Zhen gave an affirmative answer.

The current game could indeed be achieved with magic, but it would be far more difficult and complicated than his method, consuming countless amounts of time and resources.

The truly powerful used "little" to move "much."

With the Grand Dao as a foundation, one could move everything. That was the strongest path.

"But magecraft can only replicate this game itself."

Lin Zhen said, "The things beyond it cannot be copied, such as communicating with life from other worlds."

Leinys considered his words and quickly understood what Lin Zhen meant.

"You’re right. This game is still within the bounds of human imagination."

"But the core of this ‘livestream’ system has already surpassed human comprehension. The process in between can only remain vague."

"Yes."

Lin Zhen nodded slightly. Yet vague things could be things whose reality and falsehood were uncertain, which fell within the scope of his Illusion-Reality True-False Dao Fruit.

But to refine falsehood into truth and merge illusion with the Dao—

He still needed to gather material in person. That would be more efficient.

In the blink of an eye, a phantom stepped out from Lin Zhen’s body.

The phantom casually waved a hand and spoke to Leinys.

"I’m heading out for a while."

Leinys did not actually hear any sound, yet it seemed as if she had heard Lin Zhen speaking to her.

She looked at Lin Zhen, who was still leisurely rolling Buddhist beads in his hand, somewhat suspicious.

"What did you just say?"

Lin Zhen raised his eyelids.

"Nothing. You heard wrong."

The phantom opened a false door, stepped through it, shut the door behind him, and looked down at himself.

He patted his clothes lightly. In an instant, they became a black robe, and he transformed into the Dao Tian Palace Guide, "Su Ling."

"Interesting."

Inside the room, Lin Zhen experienced the completely different sensations of the two bodies. It was somewhat like Monkey King’s External Incarnation.

The Dao Fruit truly had endless wondrous uses.

He would first let the false body gather material in Fuyuki City.

Su Ling’s figure blurred. The false body’s current "location" was negated, and when he reappeared, he was already above Fuyuki City.

He slowly descended and walked through Fuyuki City’s streets and alleys, recording every true thing he saw, felt, and heard.

He did not interfere.

He merely observed, measured, and collected reality.

In a sewer near the shopping district.

"A serial killer, huh? Since you came to hunt on Tohsaka Family territory, you should have considered that this would be your end."

Tokiomi Tohsaka, dressed in a suit and maintaining his elegance, spoke calmly.

At his feet lay the corpse of the serial killer Ryunosuke Uryu.

Su Ling stood beside them, recording the facts. As long as he did not wish to be noticed, no one could discover him.

In London, far beyond the **.

Lin Zhen drew "reality" as inspiration from it and created the first "blue-quality item" in the game, then dropped it into the world.

Not a NEET: "The drop rate feels a little low. I’ve searched more than a dozen trash cans and seven or eight manhole covers, but I only got one green item."

Customer Service Xiang: "Green?"

Shinigami Elementary School Student: "You mean game item quality, right?"

Not a NEET: "This one."

Kazuma Satou uploaded the item panel of the item he had just found outside the school gates to the group.

Item: Killer's Finale x1

Type: Craft Essence

Rank: E (Green)

Effect: After the equipped user dies, allies gain a minor attack power bonus and weak point attack bonus. However, it easily attracts attacks from local administrators.

Uncle Tony: "Hikigaya?"

Hachiman Hikigaya: "Yahallo… What do you want with me?"

Uncle Tony: "Feels like this was made for you."

Hachiman Hikigaya: "…"

Academic School Talented Woman: "An effect that only triggers after a teammate dies… That’s too cruel."

Not a NEET: "It’s fine. We’re about to reach Hohzuki Academy. We’ll definitely find something good there."

Oh?

Lin Zhen raised an eyebrow slightly.

It had been drawn out the moment he finished making it?

Still, it was not beyond his expectations.

After all, the drop rate he had designed was entirely random and not individually controlled.

An item’s drop rate was determined entirely by the virtual world and the player.

It could only be said that Kazuma Satou’s hidden luck stat was very high.

Even so—

Lin Zhen had no intention of controlling drop rates or item drops.

Since it was his luck, then let him get the drop.

Having fun while playing was enough.

Lin Zhen was a game developer. His primary goal was to make people happy, while expanding his influence came second.

He was not here to be some dogshit game designer.

Frankly speaking, he lacked nothing now.

At the moment—

Lin Zhen was already invincible in this world. There was nothing left that could threaten him, though he could still go further.

But there was no rush. He could advance slowly.

Lin Zhen closed his eyes and continued meditating, drawing upon the inspiration received from his false body as he continued creating items and Craft Essences to perfect the virtual world.

Rather than restricting player output—

He might as well create enough items and make the world complete enough to launch an official version where dozens of people could engage in a massive free-for-all.

Leinys glanced up at him, thinking only that he was watching the livestream as well and attempting to analyze this mysterious thing.

This was how Lin Zhen usually behaved. The more curious something made him, the calmer he appeared, before steadily and coolly advancing step by step.

So she did not suspect anything.

Leinys turned back to continue watching the livestream.

This new form of entertainment, livestreams plus scrolling comments, was simply too interesting for a traditional young magus like her.

"Hohzuki Academy."

"Hoho, a school, huh?"

Kazuma Satou stood at the school gates, looking at the passing boys and girls as a wave of emotion rose in his heart.

"I kind of miss this."

Kurisu Makise also looked at these lifelike NPCs with nostalgia, though for an entirely different reason.

She had barely attended regular school for a few days before entering university. After that, she had worked in laboratories and engaged in academic exchanges with various countries. What she missed was a youth she had never possessed.

Hachiman Hikigaya was relatively the most normal among the three, but not normal by much.

In short, the three of them stood at the school gates, and none of them took the first step.

"Hey."

Kurisu Makise spoke first. "You two gentlemen should show some initiative, shouldn’t you?"

Kazuma Satou immediately shook his head at that.

"Sorry, I’m a gender equality advocate. Don’t use excuses like that to say things that benefit yourself!"

Hachiman Hikigaya looked left at Kazuma Satou, then right at Kurisu Makise. Neither intended to move, and they seemed to be subtly butting heads.

He sighed and could only hunch his back slightly.

With his hands in his pockets and a defeated expression on his face, he walked toward the entrance.

After Hachiman Hikigaya entered, nothing happened, so he turned back and waved.

"Come in."

The instant all three of them stepped onto school grounds.

A black-haired, bespectacled man walked over. Stopping in front of them, he spoke in a crisp tone.

"Are you students from another school?"

Kazuma Satou asked.

"And you are?"