"Can't I just be... a straightforward, innocent, childlike child?"
"In other words, can't I just be a beautiful and vibrant eighteen-year-old girl?"
In the real world, on the Bilibili platform, within Little Bear's live stream, when Lumina struck a pose with her hands on her hips and head held high, her proud expression flashing across the screen, the comment section erupted.
[Lumina baby is right! You'll always be my precious little child!]
[Lumina baby is right! Everything Lumina baby says is right!]
[Hiss... ha... hiss... ha... hiss... ha... I want to be Lumina's dog so bad! Please, let me reincarnate as Lumina's little puppy in my next life!]
[If you actually reincarnated, you'd regret it. (Sigh)]
[That's not true this time! It's not just about separate things; I genuinely want this! Hurry up and reincarnate me! Ideally, I'd even be able to transform into a cute little dog-girl, engage in yuri with Lumina, and become the one Lumina vents her desires on...]
[Why are you still spouting that nonsense?]
[My wife Lumina, please *** me]
"Holy beans! Are you guys real girls or fake girls?" Seeing the Comment Section erupt with a frenzy of comments from accounts claiming to be female, Little Bear immediately started kicking people out.
He normally tolerated a bit of playful craziness—after all, he indulged in it himself sometimes. But these comments had crossed the line, venturing into perverted, lecherous territory. In simpler terms, they wanted Lumina to pin them down and do some very... intimate things.
"Ahem... Does anyone else find Misha a little strange?" After purging the perverts from the live stream, Little Bear coughed a few times and quickly changed the subject.
"Logically speaking, when Lumina is talking to Misha and Clockie, everyone's attention should be on Misha."
"But Acheron and Firefly were looking down."
"Could it be that Misha shares some unique trait with Clockie?"
"Only we, the protagonists, and Lumina can see it?"
Although Little Bear used this explanation to divert the audience's attention, it was logically sound.
Coupled with the earlier dream vision of Misha and his strikingly similar name, Mikhail, the Comment Section—previously obsessing over Lumina—gradually shifted toward theorizing about Misha's true identity.
[My ass is on the line: Misha IS Mikhail! Kick me if I'm wrong!]
[Based on typical plot progression, this Misha is definitely going to be super important.]
[Hey, hey, hey! Am I the only one who noticed Firefly's little pink tongue peeking out when she was eating ice cream? (heart emoji)]
[We noticed. We were already licking our screens back then (laughing emoji)]
[?]
Whether the viewers in the live stream or Little Bear himself, staring at this borderline depraved comment, their lips twitched before slowly uttering a single "?."
Indeed, when someone wants to indulge in perverted behavior, not even electronic devices are spared...
Penacony, the Golden Hour, in a secluded corner.
"Though I'm not a straightforward, innocent, or childlike child, I can still sense certain ambiguous entities nearby. Unlike Lumina and Stelle, however, I can't communicate with them," Acheron said softly, her gaze fixed on Clockie's position.
"At first, I thought Lumina was like me—able to sense them but unable to communicate."
"But now I realize I was mistaken."
"You are undoubtedly a straightforward, innocent, and childlike child," Acheron declared earnestly to Lumina, leaving it unclear whether she was praising her for acting like a child or something else entirely.
"Ugh... fine, you weren't entirely wrong," Lumina relented, throwing her hands up in a gesture of honesty. "I've long since outgrown that phase. It's just that my abilities are rather unique, allowing me to converse with them."
"I see. I thought you might have obtained something from that Memokeeper," Acheron nodded, not pressing further.
"I didn't get anything from her. In fact, she's the one who got something from me," Lumina said, a faint smile creeping across her face as she thought of Black Swan.
I obtained several Image Stones from Black Swan, while she, in turn, gained a layer of shackles from me.
"I see," Acheron nodded briefly, offering no further comment.
"If there's nothing else, we'll take our leave now."
Though Firefly was also a friend worth getting to know better, Lumina's current focus remained on Acheron, forcing her to temporarily postpone her plans to befriend Firefly.
"Alright, goodbye."
Firefly, Stelle, Misha, and Clockie waved farewell.
"Mm, have fun in your dream. I won't disturb you two... uh, on your date," Acheron nodded, delivering a remark that made Firefly blush crimson.
"Eh? A... a date?!"
"We're not on a date!" Firefly protested, waving her hands frantically, her face burning crimson.
"Huh? Aren't you two on a date?" Acheron tilted her head, seemingly confused. "Isn't a date when two girls go shopping or hang out together? Like right now, Lumina and I are on a date."
Stelle: ?!!!!!
Firefly: ???
Misha & Clockie: Huh?
Acheron's nonchalant words crashed into their ears like a tidal wave, sending shockwaves through their minds.