Honkai: Man(Sludge) From Future

Mr. Žižek was a master of the hit-and-run combat style. After briefly stating his opinion, he acted as if he had just been casually chatting about Japanese hardcore doujinshi.

After he started the trend, others who had also been paid quickly followed suit, expressing their views on the lives of the Far Eastern people. Then, famous Japanese critics... well, that is, social media influencers with large followings, were brought in.

It's just that some people like to use the name of some XX family.

But even so, it was enough.

In her haze, Eriri felt as if she were soaring through the clouds. Although she didn't know what her future life would be like, it was undoubtedly no longer her own.

Unlike the middle-aged man and the shrine maiden that Noldrei and Miss Elysia had observed, their names didn't matter because there were too many examples. Even if their stories were exposed and doxxed online, it would be meaningless. No one would pay attention to people who had no value to be paid attention to. Even netizens looking for fun wouldn't bother with such people.

Only Noldrei pitied them, pretending to be the police and knocking on their door while they were having sex, to give them a sense of being noticed by a stranger.

In her dream, Eriri vaguely felt as if she had returned to her mother's womb. Then, all sorts of strange tentacles began to crawl over her body, moving and healing her. Soon, her weak body, which had been neglected for years and overworked by pulling all-nighters, was injected with unusual vitality.

[Eriri-san, you don't want the tentacle monster to retaliate and doxx you, do you?!]

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh—!"

After a doujinshi plot in her dream, Eriri finally returned to reality with her own terrified screams.

She opened her eyes and saw her mother, Sayuri Sawamura, sitting beside her, looking at her with concern.

Next to her was a sunny and robust female researcher who said cheerfully, "Mrs. Sawamura, what do you think? I told you our Academy City's medical technology is the best in the world. Your daughter has been safely 'resurrected' in the bionic nutrient solution. After a check-up, she has fully recovered her health, and we even helped you solve the sub-health skin problems caused by years of staying up late. Don't worry about the things online. As long as Eriri-san insists that she created abstract literary works for the sexual liberation movement of the Far Eastern people, there will be great Confucian scholars in the Far East to defend her doujinshi."

'Don't use 'defend' in such a strange place!' Although Sayuri Sawamura occasionally went to comic conventions and even secretly watched her daughter sell doujinshi, it didn't mean she wanted her daughter to go down a strange path.

Since it had come to this, Mrs. Sayuri Sawamura could only accept it.

She didn't know what kind of rotten luck Eriri had to be targeted by someone in Academy City because of her doujinshi. It must be because Eriri had randomly drawn a Valkyrie doujinshi.

In fact, Mrs. Sawamura misunderstood. Valkyries had always been like this in various anime and hentai, and the Far Eastern doujinshi scene was already used to it. The problem was mostly attributed to the tentacle monster.

"Mom... what happened to me? Did something happen?"

Hearing her daughter's frightened question, Mrs. Sawamura's face became even more complicated. She hugged her daughter with heartache and just remained silent.

This scared Eriri badly, making her think she had some terminal illness.

Poor child, she still didn't know that she had been doxxed online. Currently, everyone was arguing endlessly about whether she represented the highest achievement of sexual liberation in the Far East. The discussion had even delved into the tragic environment of male sexual repression in Japan. Thus, Eriri's doujinshi had successfully completed its artistic shaping along with the heated social discussion.

Regardless of whether she really thought that way when she drew these things, many netizens now believed that she had indeed thought that way at the time.

Now, Eriri's free doujinshi set had been unbanned online. A doujinshi that had become a work of art had no reason to be prevented from spreading. What was even more terrifying was that someone had taken out some of her previous works for a deep comparison and found that Eriri had suddenly become like this, whereas she had always been an ordinary doujinshi artist before.

Some people even came up with the "hype theory" because of this, but looking at the hospital's medical records, they felt that this theory couldn't hold water. Who would hype themselves into the ICU? The critical illness notice for organ failure was clearly not fake.

She had indeed drawn doujinshi day and night to this extent, especially since Eriri had even pretended to be fine and attended classes during the day, even participating in the physical education classes. Her acting skills were top-notch, showing no signs of fatigue at all, only revealing a weary expression in the corners of the campus.

After the police checked the school's surveillance and investigated the situation among teachers and students, everyone said they couldn't imagine Eriri would do something so extreme.

There was only one possibility. Eriri's initial doujinshi was just to attract more popularity and traffic, with the purpose of releasing this final set of free, real content.

She had made the dumplings in front just for this one plate of vinegar.

Soon, Eriri learned from her mother about the struggle over her reputation online.

After learning that she had been doxxed, her mind first went blank, followed by a numb expression on her face. Her hands and feet also lost all feeling, and then she fainted again because she couldn't accept reality.

When she woke up again, Eriri learned about the crazy distortion of her image online.

Unbeknownst to her, her final, muddled tentacle doujinshi had even made it into someone else's graduation thesis.

Many literary comprehension and reading workers had begun in-depth research on the state of social repression in the Far East, and almost every new article would mention Eriri's doujinshi.

The abstract drawing skills born from unconsciousness, and the human-like but not human-like tentacle monster, which couldn't find its sexual organs but was constantly trying to express its sexual desire with a firm attitude.

At first glance, it was just abstract, but after a deeper understanding, it was discovered that this was a great work of two strange creatures without sexual organs desperately expressing their need for sexual repression.

It fully reflected Eriri's mental state at the time.

For a time, public opinion in the Far East was in an uproar. As expected of the daughter of a British diplomat, to have such a profound social understanding was truly emotional for the netizens.

"Anyway, Eriri, my dear daughter, don't be afraid for now. No matter what, Mom will always support you." Mrs. Sayuri Sawamura was very worried about her daughter's fate.

Eriri was on the verge of tears, her whole person exuding a numb, defeated, and useless aura.

The girl looked at her mother woodenly and asked, "Mom, if I don't become this artist, will I become a hardcore doujinshi artist?"

Eriri had figured it out. After being doxxed, she could only choose between being an artist and being a hardcore doujinshi artist.

Either ascend to the top and receive an award, or suffer social death and fall into the gutter.