(This is my first time writing a novel! Please bear with me! Also, in response to many friends' suggestions, as follows: ① — — Zero — — ③ — — ③ — — ⑤ — — Seven — — Seven — — Seven — — ① — — Seven! After some discussion, to encourage me to update more, we will calculate how many chapters to add each day based on the amount of donations. 30 donations add one chapter, so please, big shots, smash me with money, thank you!!!)
(I admit my writing is mediocre, and my understanding of the plot is quite vague, because I started playing on the Chinese server. Before that, I had vaguely followed some plot and fan-created content. I haven't collected all the students, and many students' personal stories haven't even been unlocked. So, if there are any OOC moments in the plot or characters, please forgive me!!!)
(Also, some students might be referred to by their international server names out of habit, like Hasumi & Hasumi will be just Hasumi, etc. On a side note, I've added some personal settings to the protagonist's driver, so if there are any purists, please bear with me!!!)
(Finally!! This is the brain storage area! Please, friends, orderly deposit your brains here! Our zombie staff will properly take care of your brains!!)
(Subsequent addition: After hearing from a friend, here's another patch that seems to be required for all BA fanfics: All students appearing in this book are adults, and there are no scenes involving minors or any guidance towards inappropriate behavior. If you perceive any, it is purely coincidental and due to your own impure thoughts.)
(Subsequent addition 2.0: Oh my god!! Everyone, let me clarify, those comments in the review section that clearly look like they were made by bots truly have nothing to do with me! The content is so cringey, it makes my toes curl. I feel like someone might have bought fake reviews and they ended up on my book?)
The following content is purely fictitious. This article is a fanfiction for Blue Archive. Taking it seriously means there's something wrong with your head.
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"...Sigh, not selected again... If this doesn't work out, I might as well go write web novels."
In a simple rented room in an urban village, a young man scratched his carefully styled hair, pushed open the door with a frustrated look, and casually tossed his briefcase aside.
His name is Qian Qi, a typical university graduate with a classic background: recently graduated, parents passed away early, and raised by his grandparents since childhood.
Graduating from a normal university, he had confidently believed that he could easily find a decent job, just as his relatives had said, by virtue of his university degree.
However, reality hit him hard.
A month had passed, and he had submitted dozens of resumes, but only received a handful of replies.
Some companies even explicitly stated that the minimum requirement for their ordinary staff positions was a master's degree.
Even when he was lucky enough to get a few interview opportunities, he was invariably just a participant, getting eliminated in the first round.
"They all say university graduates are in high demand, but it doesn't seem to be the case now..."
Qian Qi lay on his bed, picked up his phone in frustration, and continued to submit resumes.
His fingers slid mechanically across the screen, but his heart was filled with exhaustion and helplessness.
When he was little, he always looked forward to growing up, because adults always said he could do whatever he wanted when he grew up, thus telling him to behave himself when he was young so he could do as he pleased when he was older.
But now, he began to miss that carefree childhood.
"If it really doesn't work out, I might as well just go to my buddy. My buddy's family runs a business, and he also said back then that if I really couldn't find a job, I could go to him..."
Qian Qi recalled what his roommate had said when they graduated.
"Oh, don't worry. You're such a good person; you always help out whenever you're free. We've all been helped by you. How about this, if you really can't find a job, just tell me. My family runs a factory, and I'll make sure you have food on the table."
"If I still can't find a job, I guess I'll have no choice but to go to him..."
Qian Qi, mentally exhausted, tossed his phone aside. But just then, a crisp "click" sound came from the bedside table.
He turned his head and saw a strange object on the bedside table—an exquisite envelope, neatly addressed in pen with "To Teacher Qian Qi."
"What is this? Has someone been in here?"
Qian Qi picked up the envelope suspiciously and carefully opened it.
Inside was a luxurious invitation, with high-quality paper, exquisite patterns, and a faint fragrance.
【Dear Teacher Qian Qi, Hello!
I am the President of the Federal Student Council, I apologize for the abrupt intrusion! I sincerely invite you to Kivotos to serve as the advisor for the club "Shale"! As a token of my sincerity, I have already advanced your salary for the next month. Specific terms can be discussed in detail with my representative, Ms. Shichigami Rin.
If you are willing to come, please arrive at the end of XX Street at midnight on XX day to take the train to Kivotos. This invitation serves as your ticket.
Of course, if you are unwilling to come, please accept this bank card as pocket money for my future nieces and nephews.
We look forward to your arrival, Teacher!!】
The handwriting on the invitation was neat, each character appearing particularly strong, conveying a sense of solemnity.
"Federal Student Council? Kivotos? Advisor for Shale?"
Qian Qi was filled with confusion.
How could someone like him, who didn't even have a teaching certificate, receive such an invitation?
He flipped the invitation over and found a bank card attached to the back, with the password written in black marker and a note saying "Can withdraw from any bank."
"This... couldn't be a scam, could it? Wait a minute, could it be related to that..."
Just then, Qian Qi seemed to remember something.
When he was a student, every year in June and July, whether he went to bed early or late, he would dream a familiar yet strange dream.
In the dream, he would always appear in a mysterious and unfamiliar train car, and across from him, there would always be a quiet and elegant blue-haired girl, completely dressed in white.
Each time, the blue-haired girl would say something to Qian Qi as if talking to herself. According to Qian Qi's many years of summarizing, it was nothing more than her having made an irreparable mistake in the past, and now, she hoped Qian Qi could help turn this world, which was heading towards a bad ending, into a good ending.
Every time, Qian Qi was utterly confused. He even consulted a psychologist for this, but to no avail. Fortunately, this dream had not reappeared since Qian Qi graduated.
"Who exactly is this person? And what is her connection to that dream?"
Qian Qi was wary, but driven by curiosity, he decided to investigate.
He took the bank card to an unmanned ATM by the roadside, inserted the card, entered the password, and a moment later, the balance displayed on the screen made his eyes widen instantly.
"Holy cow, that much?! Let me count the digits... two, four, six, eight... Damn it, what am I waiting for? I'm leaving tonight!!"
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That day, Qian Qi, with a 'let's try it' attitude, paid the early termination fee for his rented room, and then returned to his hometown to bid farewell to his grandparents, telling them he was going to work in another city.
At midnight, he secretly placed a bank card, which he had set up and confirmed could transfer money, along with a letter on the table. Then, following the instructions on the invitation, he arrived at a secluded corner.
There, he saw a mysterious train station, with a uniquely designed train stopped at the platform, its destination clearly marked "Kivotos."
"Hiss... Was I too impulsive...?"
After boarding the train, Qian Qi's mood became anxious.
After recovering from the excitement he felt when he saw the bank card balance during the day, he began to regret it.
"Where in the world is there such a free lunch? What if I'm sent to northern Myanmar and my kidneys are harvested?"
He tried to stay awake, his hand reaching for the phone in his pocket, ready to call the police if anything went wrong.
But for some reason, a sudden wave of drowsiness hit him. Qian Qi tried his best but still couldn't resist it. Finally, he vaguely fell asleep in the swaying train car.
That night, he had that familiar dream of the blue-haired girl after a long time.
Only this time, the dream was completely different from before.
He saw that the previously hazy filter was gone, and everything around him became clear.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled across the land, draping a girl in a pure white dress with a wedding gown named "death."
The girl's body was covered in dried, even blackened, bloodstains, and fresh blood still flowed from her heart.
However, her lips still held a heartwarming smile, even though she could no longer lift her head.
"You..."
Qian Qi's eyes widened.
The moment he saw the girl's true face, he felt an inexplicable, heart-wrenching sorrow deep inside.
—Why, even though I've never seen this person before, do I feel... like we should have known each other...? "Thank you... Teacher..."
Just then, the girl spoke.
She tried to sit up, but her injuries prevented her from making any more movements.
"I'm sorry... for bothering you all these years, but thank you... and please rest assured, this time..."
Her words were unfinished. The next moment, Qian Qi saw—
The girl tremblingly pulled out a handgun from her pocket and placed it against her head.
"No! You can't!!"
Qian Qi's pupils suddenly constricted. He struggled to move, wanting to stop the tragedy before him, but found himself still unable to do anything, as usual.
"I will never let you face it alone again... Teacher..."
The girl gave him a resolute yet gentle smile.
Bang!!
A gunshot, and everything turned to dust.
Tiny fragments like starlight scattered pure white starlight, like shooting stars across the night sky.
Then, the scene changed again.
This time, the azure sky was covered in crimson. Qian Qi was on an unknown battlefield, in a state of panic.
Not far away, a person radiating golden light, with their back to him, was fiercely fighting something.
Bang! Bang!!
Sparks flew, and a large number of enemy remains were scattered around. The brutality of the battle was shocking.
"...Hmm??"
Just then, that person seemed to notice something and suddenly turned their head.
Qian Qi saw that it was a golden mask covered by multiple illusory masks, seen through an azure visor. And at this moment, he could clearly feel that person was looking at him... "So that's it... Is this your choice...?"
"If so, then I'll help you one more time..."
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A male-presenting admin said if the group reached 300 people, he would cosplay as Miyako in a swimsuit (achieved).
Then another admin said if it reached 500 people, he would cosplay as a mailbox.
