Narrator-kun: We are finally here, our hero is at the cusp of the worst battle of his life. Bear witness to the first real abomination our hero has to slug through. Am I hyping this too much? Yes, definitely. Am I bullshitting? Yes, dear viewer, I am — but hear me out, that small detail doesn’t matter. Just be sure of one thing… our hero will fucking hate tomorrow!
Either way, now we see what the others are up toooo. Yeah, you guessed it! Unannounced intermission!!!
Just as the prophetic words of Narrator-kun whisper's into Hajime’s consciousness, Hajime groggily mutters:
“Fuck you and die in a ditch.”
Narrator-kun replies: “You’re not supposed to hear that… gotta tweak the settings a bit.”
His voice fades, and Hajime immediately forgets this ever happened — yet unbeknownst to both of them, a furtive red tail is standing up in the background.
Melissa, in a full-body succubus costume, is dancing suggestively to the rhythm of a generic popstar song's.
“Let us sing, let us dance, let us break the ads away!!!”
Pop-music lip-syncing to the max. Obviously, Melissa is failing miserably — her steps are all over the place, her mouth doesn’t sync with the obviously fake voice and… that’s about it.
On the Sexiness Scale, paypigs would give her a 3 out of 5 stars on the “Step on Me Mommy” subscription.
Then they hear loud clapping:
“STOP THE MUSIC!!! Stop it NOW!”
Noctrine glares at Melissa.
“Your passes are all over the place. There’s no heart or emotion to this sorry display!!! Don’t waste my time girl!”
Melissa: “Immmm sorryyyyyyy!!!!”
Noctrine sighs.
“I thought I could make something out of you but… you’re missing the component that all true entertainers need.”
Melissa: “Is it clout?”
Noctrine: “Yes, you’re right on that part — but it’s something much more important!”
She pauses for dramatic effect.
“You need heart girl!”
Noctrine continues:
“The director sent me the video. You looked happy wile performing you're magic. Try feeling what you felt in that moment!!!”
A small fire lights up in Melissa’s eyes.
“Ohhhh, everybody!!! Start the song now!!!”
And the practice continues!!!
Nocture is learning to walk again, like a foal taking its first steps. She is mighty pissed that after her mother checked on her, she assigned that damned intern to supervise her.
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Haruka, cheerful as hell:
“Easy there, Nocture-san, wouldn’t want you to break your legs a third time~”
Nocture: “Fuck your warning bitch.”
She really hates Haruka.
Haruka:
“No skin off my teeth, Nocture-san, I’m not the one who broke her knees.”
Nocture: “Stop reminding me whore!”
Nocture suspects Haruka is true malice incarnate, she is constantly reminding her of her failure. She promises to the Dark Lord that she will kill her someday.
Haruka:
“I was checking the forums — seems you’ve dropped below your previous ranking.”
The Salt is casted.
The Wound is very fresh.
It was rubbed without remorse.
Nocture snaps:
“Who is the slut who overtook me?!”
Haruka steps away.
“You want to know? Come and get it, Nocture-san...”
It takes Nocture ten whole minutes to walk across the room.
Haruka:
“Congratulations on reaching this far Nocture-san.”
Nocture snatches the ranking magazine.
“I’m still in my ranking! You lied to me bitch!!!”
Haruka:
“I didn’t lie Nocture-san. You’re below pest tier in my ranking's.”
Nocture throws a punch — it misses poetically.
Haruka:
“Violent little thing you are. You truly never saw reality for what it is do you?”
Nocture:
“Reality is I’m still superior to you in all things, you cunt of an intern.”
Haruka:
“Useless little tool. You’re only alive because the Saintess saw use in you.”
Nocture:
“What do you know about it bitch?!”
Haruka:
“Its easy to deduce, you amoeba-brained idiot. She only crippled you. After researching Elnora’s past streams, I’ve concluded she plans to use you the same way she did your mother. As a small... recyclable.... plot device.”
Nocture:
“That bitch… how do you know?! She only told me that!!!”
Haruka:
“Anyone with half a brain could tell. I don't cared about something as stupid as clout, I in the other hand would’ve just killed you to reduce risk of future annoyances.”
Walletbreaker:
“Nocture please… calm down. Don’t do anything stupid… she can wield me!!!”
Nocture:
“You’re shitting me? No one can wield you without impossibly high disposable wealth.”
Haruka:
“It took some time, but everything is in place now. Turns out this world is very susceptible to my kind of pyramid schemes.”
She projects her income — its in the billions.
Nocture:
“Who the hell are you?!”
Haruka:
“Irony is: my world’s currency converts here at a 1,000× rate. I could never get this rich back home.”
She materializes a contract — a corporate slave contract and hands it to Nocture.
Nocture reads it with interest and realizes this type of contract is beyond evil ,even for demonic standards of this world.
Nocture:“Over my dead body!”
Haruka shrugs, winds back Walletbreaker.
Nocture closes her eyes, accepting death with pride.
Then—
“You passed.”
Nocture sweating from her brow with hatred says:
“What are you mumbling, passed what?”
Haruka holsters Walletbreaker.
“I said what I said. Just remember this… don’t fuck with me.”
She sits down to read a magazine.
Nocture is left there wondering why she has to deal with this crazy bitch.
Merryad:
“It’s finally the big day Saintess. Is everything ready?”
Elnora:
“All set. I’m doing this as a favor to you, Princess — but remember, I will win.”
Merryad:
“It’s not about winning. It’s about earning the clout of the only person who matters in our hearts.”
Elnora nods:
“Yes, that’s the spirit. Remember: no mercy. Best performer wins!”
They enter the portal — different agendas but the same goal.
May the ads bless them with marketable victory!
