Chapter 2238 Another Success (Ben Cat Bumped Its Head Doing a Forward Roll Today)

Great, it’s settled!

Fang Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief once he caught the light orb.

The whole process seemed not that dangerous, even a bit annoying, but only Fang Zheng knew that throughout this process, he was sweating bullets.

One has to admit, the GM picked a really good stage, because Rokugashima has already been blown up, and all involved parties are dead. There’s no direct evidence to prove what actually happened on this island; everything is a product of imagination. In simple terms, this is just two sides arguing at a scene.

“This is a murder case!”

“This is a mysterious kaidan!”

“Hey, what nonsense are you spouting? The perpetrator must be human.”

“No, the perpetrator is a witch.”

“Where’s the magic in this world? You’ve had too much to drink, brother.”

“You moron, you’ve never seen it, but I’ve seen witches. What’s wrong with a witch killing some people?”

“What kind of brainless idiot crawled out of a mental hospital? Witch? If you dare, call her out for me to see.”

“Do I even need to call? Look, everyone here is dead, it must be the witch’s doing. A mere mortal like you wouldn’t understand.”

“Hey, you bit… Come on, at the bank entrance, ten minutes later, whoever doesn’t show up is a grandson.”

“Not afraid of you, let’s go.”

But the truth is, even if the two were to fight until their heads were bleeding, they would never change their perspectives.

In a certain sense, if the GM truly intends to cheat, Fang Zheng can’t do anything about it.

But he must firmly pin the entire process in “reality.”

Because Fang Zheng deeply understands, if he acknowledges that this world has magic, then both sides could use magic; at that point, it would truly be a magic duel—but Fang Zheng obviously does not want to compete in magic with a guy as strong as, or even stronger than, the Goddess of Order. As the saying goes, leverage strengths and avoid weaknesses; Fang Zheng would be a fool to choose an uncertain option to confront the opponent.

At the same time, he can roughly guess the opponent’s thoughts, after all, the GM on the other side is a purely Order Clan existence, meaning it’s likely accustomed to using various powerful forces to achieve objectives—just like the Goddess of Order; this has basically become instinct for the Order Clan.

Thus, from the opponent’s viewpoint, by sealing off these abilities, making you into a mere mortal, you’d certainly be uncomfortable; and as long as you’re willing to engage on my chessboard, then the real strength duel between us begins… However, Fang Zheng decidedly dismissed this confrontation and tossed it right back.

Simply put, this is like a powerful mage setting up a world, and then the background of the world has no magic power whatsoever.

To that mage, this is simply unimaginable, because a mage in a world without magic is completely powerless. So in his thinking, the opponent would definitely want to restore magic power.

But unexpectedly, instead of figuring out how to restore magic power after traveling over, the opponent started an industrial revolution and then stormed into the Mage Tower wearing a power suit and wielding a Gatling gun announcing, “Master, times have changed.”

This is a typical case of digging one’s own grave.

The GM of the Order Clan on the other side is similar; Fang Zheng can be certain that he absolutely kept many tricks up his sleeve waiting for Fang Zheng to initiate something, but these measures mostly require acknowledging the effectiveness of magic in this world to be deployed. However, Fang Zheng is steadfastly refusing to give him the chance to plug in the power… What can you do to me?

Fang Zheng is not from the Order Clan; he used to be a mortal, and not using the Order Clan’s ability is nothing significant to him. On one level, Fang Zheng would even prefer the opponent to confine him to the limitations of a mortal for a fair one-on-one duel—then Laozi would have a hundred ways to kill you!

However, this experience also has downsides, which is that Fang Zheng is really not familiar with high-level duel methods. For instance, if currently he was tossed into a world where dragons can’t breathe fire or cast magic but must fight physically, he’d undoubtedly be stumped—if Fang Zheng hadn’t been able to breathe fire back when confronting that male dragon from the Fire Dragon Empire, he’d probably have ended up being pounded into the ground by the opponent,

After all, asking someone to physically brawl using a dragon’s body is truly demanding too much.

Similarly for the Order Clan, asking them to decide winners and losers using mortal standards is something these Order Clan folks might never imagine.

But fortunately, the GM here is dumb enough to offer Fang Zheng a chance to turn the tables, if they really fought according to the Order Clan’s method, Fang Zheng would be truly stumped—he’s merely a small newbie Order Clan member who hasn’t even figured out how to use the Order Seal; to face the Order Clan head-on in a duel would be truly pathetic. The gap between him and the opponent is as wide as that between a primary school student and a university student, where the former could proficiently utilize basic arithmetic, but the latter is at least familiar with calculus; if confined within the mathematical domain, Fang Zheng wouldn’t stand a chance against the opponent.

Moreover, even more fortunately, the Order Clan there still relies on the consciousness body of this world.

Indeed, from beginning to end, Fang Zheng never thought of completely restoring the truth, because in the “real” incident, there’s really no way to restore the truth of Rokugashima; without direct evidence and with all witnesses dead, it’s practically a headless mystery comparable to Jack the Ripper, which won’t be solved even after a hundred years.

Of course, if Fang Zheng accepted magic existed, then unraveling the truth would be simple as he’s a Time Dragon, who can directly initiate retrospection and even not just watch a 3D movie on site but possibly dive into the timeline and change the past.

And this is another trap the GM set for him, if Fang Zheng truly pursued finding the “truth of the Rokugashima incident” according to the GM’s demands, then current technological methods would be futile and would certainly require using extraordinary abilities.

But… Is the truth really important?

No, it’s not.

What’s important is the truth as we perceive it.

And after the rushed conclusion to the second game’s clumsy denouement, Fang Zheng immediately decided to abandon the truth-seeking, instead locking on the target of “Beatrice” as a consciousness presence; once he defeats this consciousness presence, the order GM disconnected from its host in a world without supernatural powers would be like a fish jumping out of the tank, only able to inhale without being able to exhale.

As for why “Beatrice” was noticed by the order GM here, Fang Zheng speculates it’s likely due to her intense desire to cover the truth, which earned recognition and thus was granted such power.

And facts proved him right.

“Tsk tsk tsk, how does it feel?”

Looking at the light orb in his hand, Fang Zheng chuckled, at the moment this order GM is indeed like a fish out of water, he can sense strength similar to the Goddess of Order, but this part of strength is now so weak it’s almost non-existent.

Even the toughest whale can only face death once beached; such is the fate of the existence before us from the Order Clan.

The color of the light orb kept alternating between light and dark, at times tinged with a hue resembling ink—that’s likely a sign of chaos erosion.

Alright, let’s begin.

Seeing that the light orb in front of him still showed signs of struggle, Fang Zheng restrained his smile, looked at the orb in his hand, and squinted his eyes.

Soon, black and white flames emerged from his hands, swiftly engulfing the orb before him.

If previously Fang Zheng had lured chaos by deceiving a naive, sweet, rich girl’s daughter and decisively struck, dragging her into the woods for forceful coercion, then the chaos-eroded Spirit of Order resembled a frail beauty Lin Daiyu in her chamber, pitifully delicate.

Yet, at this moment, Fang Zheng, the towering giant, entered with a sinister grin, heading toward the bed. Facing the giant, the frail beauty paled, struggling desperately against submission. However, her delicate beauty was no match for the iron-tower-like giant.

Quickly, Fang Zheng manipulated the searing flames to suppress the weak beauty’s struggles, forcefully breaking through her final defense…

“Boom!!!”

The intertwining black and white flames rushed directly into the orb. The next moment, the orb could no longer accommodate such overwhelming force; it shattered instantly with a “bang,” and after a while, the once turbulent flames gradually stabilized. Then, a petite figure slowly emerged from them.

It was a girl.

She had short, light green hair, wore a black wide-brimmed sun hat with a yellow ribbon. Her upper body was adorned with a yellow long-sleeve shirt, and below, a gradient green fabric over-knee skirt paired with black leather boots. A purple tube-like object appeared from her back and connected to her ankle, with a round, closed eye in the middle of this peculiar “tube.”

“Following Flandre is Komei Chikane, huh… Well, her danger level is indeed lower than Flandre’s; they can pair up nicely.”

Watching the curled-up sleeping girl, Fang Zheng sighed in relief.

But…

“If this continues, I might actually create a Gensokyo…”

To be honest, this left Fang Zheng a bit bothered.

“Uh…”

Conan opened his eyes, seeing the dark sky before him. He slowly stood up, realizing he was at the entrance of the mountain villa.

“Hey, you’re awake.”

“Ah, Fang Zheng… What happened to us?”

Seeing Fang Zheng, Conan hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“I feel like I had a very long dream…”

“It’s probably an illusion; you accidentally fell and hit your head just now. How are you now? Feel better?”

“Much better, just feels like my head is buzzing.”

“Then let’s go back and rest.”

Saying this, Fang Zheng opened the car door.

“Let’s go home first.”

“Ah, yeah…”

Hearing Fang Zheng’s words, Conan nodded blankly, then stared at Fang Zheng’s embrace dumbfounded, rubbed his eyes forcefully, and widened his eyes to look at Fang Zheng again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hey? Fang Zheng, I clearly saw a green-haired girl in your arms just now…”

“You must still be dreaming, go home and sleep.”

After that, Fang Zheng drove Conan back home, and then he also drove to his residence.

“Alright, time for the programmer’s daily routine to resume.”

After tossing Komei Chikane onto the bed, Fang Zheng rubbed his hands, opened the system panel, and after eliminating the original Order GM, as the only one possessing the Order Seal, Fang Zheng naturally inherited the control permissions of this world, meaning he could modify the Danganronpa world’s programs and adjust the chaotic timeline of the Conan world once more.

But…

“Wow, this is really terrible.”

Looking at the codebase before him, Fang Zheng couldn’t help but take a deep breath. The Danganronpa world is chaotic enough, and now Conan’s world is a complete mess, almost like a programmer retaliating against the parent company by deleting all comments and explanations before leaving, and mucking up the original data.

This isn’t even as good as the Danganronpa side; at least everyone’s almost dead there, so it’s easier to reboot, but on this side… Indeed, for a programmer, the worst thing is fixing someone else’s code.

“Looks like I won’t be sleeping tonight.”

Staring at the codebase before him, Fang Zheng’s expression collapsed entirely.