Type-Moon, but the Gal Romance System

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Inside the world of television.

The massive steel beams crisscrossed the stage, which was covered in rust, but what was even more oppressive was the thick fog that blotted out the sky.

Even the most discerning eyes couldn't see through this thick yellow-white fog. Rather than a physical entity, the fog was more of a conceptual construct.

Before everyone could recover from the chaos, a sweet yet exaggeratedly loud voice suddenly rang out, frantically attacking the eardrums.

"Welcome to Wonderland! I'm your guide—Kazuradrop~!"

Seeing that Mochizuki Oboro and the others covered their ears with embarrassed expressions, Kazuradrop also scratched his cheek awkwardly: "It's my first time using this ability, so I didn't control it well. Please forgive me. During this study tour, the copy of the TV world will be open to those who are qualified. It will not be available after the expiration date."

The gigantic Kazuradrop no longer wore her signature children's swimsuit, but instead opted for a gorgeous and adorable dress.

Her delicate, youthful face wore an innocent yet malicious smile as she looked down at the tiny intruders, who were like ants, as if she were a queen who had everything under control.

Kazuradrop seemed quite pleased with the stunned reaction of the crowd, his eyes curving into sly crescents.

“You’re that weirdo who called himself a tour guide!” Anastasia pointed. “The hot springs, the TV—it’s all your doing!”

“That’s right, poor little bugs.” Kazuradrop leaned down. “Let me make this clear, I’m not lying to you. My job is indeed to be a tour guide—only within the television world.”

Oboro Mochizuki was no stranger to this kind of development, but apart from him, none of the other people on site had ever dealt with the Sakura Five in their administrator mode, and they were all confused about the current situation.

The unsuspecting girls assumed they had been caught up in a supernatural event.

"Could you be a long-dead, vengeful spirit?" Asagami Fujino, the master of imagination, fully unleashed her creativity: "We must solve the mystery before we can leave the television world?"

If that's the case, this week will definitely not be boring.

Together with his companions, he explores the mystery of a girl's death, unravels the truth behind the fog that once visited the town more than ten years ago, and finally welcomes a perfect happy ending... Hehe, what a classic story.

“No, that’s not it.” Kazuradrop ruthlessly shattered the girl’s fantasy.

"Gulp...!!" Shocked, Asagami Fujino swayed and fell to one side, but luckily Ryougi Shiki reached out and supported her.

After silently reviewing the introduction in his mind, Kazuradrop cleared his throat and began to recount the background story of the game with great flair.

"Where there is a material world, there is naturally a spiritual world. Your world is materialistic, while this world is a world of idealistic cognition; they are opposite reflections. The inhabitants of the material world are humans, while the inhabitants of the cognitive world are 'shadows'."

Kazuradrop proudly raised her head: "I am the queen who rules over the world of knowledge."

For a moment, there was complete silence. The stark contrast created a strong sense of absurdity.

In the silence, Aika Sajou quietly pressed her entire upper body against Oboro Mochizuki's arm: "Is that so?"

The warm breath tickled my earlobe, bringing a deep, bone-chilling itch.

"There's a slight difference, but let's just say it's the same thing." After glancing at Kazuradrop, who was still trying to maintain her queenly demeanor, Mochizuki Oboro gave an ambiguous reply.

"Oh~" Sajō Ayaka nodded knowingly. Since the prince had spoken, she would reluctantly accept these settings.

Kazuradrop seemed oblivious to the little commotion below, snapped her fingers, and playfully stuck out her pink tongue:

"The real world has changed a lot, hasn't it? I've never heard of any new humans called Servants before. Therefore, Her Majesty has specially set up a test for you. If you can overcome it one by one, you will receive a souvenir and return to the academy safely. If you fail, you will become my collection and be stuck here forever."

To prove her point and to retaliate against the earlier commotion, Kazuradrop's gaze instantly locked onto Mochizuki Oboro.

"You're the core of this team, right? Then we'll pick you!"

Before she could finish speaking, the gigantic hand swiftly snatched away Mochizuki Oboro, so fast that even the Servant couldn't react.

Instead of the cracking sound of bones breaking or the splattering of blood, there were glowing capsules.

"That's precisely why it's hard to understand," Kazuradrop chuckled. "Even if it's just to rescue poor Mochizuki-san, everyone should do their best!"

"My brother just got his lunchbox so easily?" Ipsilon's mouth dropped open unconsciously.

“Weren’t we here on an educational trip?” Typhon said with a gloomy face. “What about my rural love story? What about my childhood sweetheart role-playing date?”

……

The dedicated veteran actor is getting his makeup done backstage.

A dazzling array of cosmetics were laid out in a row. Meltryllis held down Mochizuki Oboro, while Violet displayed her makeup skills, dedicated to creating a new master with a dark aesthetic.

The protagonist has only just received his own side story: playing the villain.

To maximize player immersion, Meltryllis used his authority to break down Mochizuki Oboro's emotions into seven parts: pride, sloth, wrath, lust, greed, gluttony, and envy. All other emotions were sealed, and only by successfully completing the game could he be reborn as a human.

Seven emotions are sealed within seven palaces, which players must conquer in sequence. Within each palace, Mochizuki Oboro will only possess that one emotion.

For example, in the Palace of Gluttony, once inside, Mochizuki Oboro becomes extremely hungry and indifferent to everything else. But once outside the palace, Mochizuki Oboro is a fully-fledged saint, devoid of any emotional fluctuations.

Mochizuki Oboro, who is currently in the dressing room, is in such a state.

He neither asked whether things would return to normal after leaving the world of television, nor cared whether Meltryllis's little hands were taking advantage of the situation; all emotions were no longer relevant to him.

"Would this be considered a kind of Alterification?" Violet pulled out her eyebrow pencil.

“Let him become useless,” Meltryllis replied. “After all, our Master doesn’t care about anything anymore.”

……

At the same time, in the TV World Hall.

"That concludes the explanation. You can ask questions now if you have any questions." Kazuradrop yawned.

Sajo Aika immediately raised her hand.

"explain."

"I'll try to conquer the palace of lust on my own first."

“I understand Ms. Sajou’s feelings, but please proceed in order. The first palace is jealousy. Does anyone else have a question?”

The second is Lilith: "During the challenge, what was his condition in the real world?"

"Sage Mode," Kazuradrop explained in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Chapter 260 Straight Ball vs. Straight Ball

Jealousy is an emotion that most people have experienced to some extent.

It is neither as intense as anger nor as corrosive as lust, but it is more disgusting than any other emotion, leaving one feeling like a fishbone stuck in one's throat.

Appearance, talent, family background, partner, luck—anything that falls short of others can become a breeding ground for jealousy. Most of the time, it quietly huddles in a corner of the heart, occasionally emitting a rotten smell, but in certain moments, the ugliness it unleashes is unacceptable even to the holder.

Typhon, who had drawn the first card, gently pushed open the palace door. The stale smell that hit her made her frown slightly and pinch her nose.

"Excuse me." Castor clasped his hands together.

Spying on someone else's memories is never a respectable thing, especially when the target is a senior student.

Although he wasn't exactly a serious person and had many flaws, Princess Wild Boar still found it hard to imagine her senior being jealous of others. In her memory, Mochizuki Oboro had almost never shown such an expression.

squeak-

A sickeningly loud creaking sound rang out, followed by a completely dark scene. The hall was empty; not a single person was in sight.

“It’s a little scary.” Ipsilon tightened her grip on her sister Typhon’s arm. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a sudden, fatal blow.”

“There’s definitely no way that will happen.” Lilith said with a confident expression. “One of the things he hates most about horror movies is jump scares. He also said that it’s much better to make the audience feel scared through the plot.”

Sajō Aika clicked her tongue. She was annoyed that everyone else was acting like they knew Mochizuki Oboro so well in front of her.

To avoid traps or other unexpected events, the group held hands and moved forward step by step. Indeed, as Lilith had said, more than ten minutes passed without encountering any unexpected obstacles.

"Welcome to my palace of jealousy."

Dressed in a vampire outfit, Mochizuki Oboro sat on the edge of the second-floor windowsill. The cold moonlight shone on her sharply defined profile, revealing a pale and icy look that seemed inhuman.

"Are you role-playing?" Eri asked first.

Mochizuki Oboro shook her head: "Anyway, this information isn't that important, so I'll just tell you: I'll be acting rather strangely for the next week."

"To make a long story short, how do we get through this palace?" Ryougi Shiki drew her dagger: "Combat, or puzzle-solving?"

Deng.

A bright spotlight suddenly shone on Ryougi Shiki, the intense light blinding her: "What are you doing!"

"That's wonderful, to be born with two personalities. The world you see must be different from mine, right? No matter what the scenery is like, you can have two completely different perceptions."

Mochizuki jumped down from the windowsill with envy: "Could you teach me too?"

What's wrong with this guy?

Ryougi Shiki blocked the light with her left hand: "Get out of here! How can you treat your boss like this!"

"It doesn't seem like acting. My brother has already fallen for it." Eri apologized awkwardly, "Please bear with us from now on."

"Let's have a contest, Ryougi-kun." Mochizuki Oboro raised her right hand: "If three people defeat me, you will be victorious."

Typhon blushed: "Your Command Seals haven't even been restored yet. What gave you the confidence to face Servants directly?"

……

This thing has its health bar locked.

Typhon, looking slightly disheveled, brushed the dust off herself, giving off a somewhat defeated CG vibe.

Mochizuki Oboro's damage output isn't high, but no one can break through his defense. It's unclear whether this is due to the terrain or if a puzzle needs to be solved first to find an opening.

"This prince is so handsome!" Sajō Aika shamelessly grabbed Mochizuki Oboro's trouser leg and rubbed against him.

Like Ms. Sajou, there is also a certain human lie detector who is obsessed with women.

"Don't feel ashamed of yourself, you are the best in my eyes!" Kiyohime's eyes were filled with affection, and her breathing was rapid: "If you really have something on your mind, then whip me hard to vent your anger!"

Mochizuki Oboro selectively ignored the two heavyweights at her feet.

If things had gone according to plan, he should now have two framed, unremovable buffs above his head, and he would have sent the doomed Ladies to their deaths without even losing much health.

Since the palace theme is jealousy, Mochizuki Oboro will be invincible until the challengers find the key memory fragments.

“Three hours.” Mochizuki Oboro held up three fingers: “During this time, you are free to gather intelligence within the palace, or you may challenge me. Exceeding three hours will be considered a failure.”

"Don't you feel ashamed or embarrassed if people see your dark thoughts?" Anastasia couldn't understand.

Mochizuki Oboro, who should have been in a state of detachment, shook her head: "Of course. But since we plan to jump to multiple ships, it is necessary to be as honest as possible."

……

Although the order of the palace challenges had to be strictly followed, that didn't stop Epsilon from sneaking peeks at the other palaces before entering with the main group.

Compared to the greed that fills the haunted house atmosphere, the jealousy right in front of me is definitely better.

Long-forgotten memories are embedded in the wall as murals, covered in cracks and dust.

Judging from the content of the murals, the earliest fragment of memory should be from when Mochizuki Oboro was around five years old. At that time, people generally began to remember things.

The murals painted after puberty are much higher resolution, so you don't have to bother to identify who is who.

"To have someone else see your inner self so naked... if it were me, I would be so ashamed that I would have to start over."

Castor could only say that Mochizuki Oboro's mental fortitude was simply too strong, completely unmatched.

Mary nodded in agreement: "It's perfectly natural for everyone to have dark thoughts. But in life, the masks we wear are the main color of our daily lives."

Thoughts arising from momentary emotions are usually suppressed, and people who speak without restraint are generally not well-liked.

Regardless of one's true inner thoughts, one must maintain a facade of harmony. This is the default rule for the functioning of society.

Mochizuki Oboro also abided by this rule.

“Find the most useful ones among these murals… Eri, do you remember her?”

Tiphon chose to leave the professional tasks to the professionals.

Leaving aside the depth of their emotions, in terms of the length of time they spent together, no one present could compare to Eri.

Eri was at a loss: "No, I don't know either. He has never shown any emotion like 'jealousy' in front of me."

“Let’s split up. There are too many murals; we definitely won’t have enough time to look at them all together.” Krimshild chose the most efficient approach.

Without a second thought, Aika Sajou said, "I'll go to my early childhood."

The prince in his childhood is extremely rare.

As a loyal fan of Aika Sajou, she naturally couldn't let such a good opportunity pass her by.

Chapter 261 Look at yours

Comparison is a human instinct, and jealousy is an inherent tendency to cause inner turmoil.

Even in ancient times, before language and culture had even been formed, hunting men would envy their stronger companions. This was even more true after the concept of currency emerged.

Wangyuelong was no exception.