March 7th arrived at Aurum Alley with her cyber sword in hand.
Predictably, Scott opened with a taunt. "March 7th, you're late. I thought you'd chickened out, and I was just wondering how to settle the score with you~"
March 7th planted her hands on her hips. "Me, scared? I was giving you a chance to back out! But not only did you not run, you're still here mouthing off!"
Stelle chimed in, "We're the Astral Express—delays are part of the deal."
"Making tardiness sound so righteous. If you worked under me, I'd skin you alive."
[Honestly, everything so far is just memes!]
[I'm done with this web series—how is it all memes?]
[Haha, Star Rail really stands out!]
[Scott's something else—every taunt's a fresh line!]
— —
"I don't even know what Silver Wolf did to my sword. Can it really beat Scott?"
March 7th wasn't about to lose her edge, but she was still worried.
"Hey, esteemed Miss March 7th, relax. You'll win, no problem."
March 7th jumped. "Whoa! My sword's talking!"
The next moment, her sword slipped from her hand and floated in midair.
"Esteemed Miss March 7th, I am Tactical AI Promi (Learning Edition, Unpaid Cracked Version). I'll assist you in defeating the enemy."
Stelle's eyes widened. "Silver Wolf's seriously impressive…"
Promi let out a mocking laugh. "Silver Wolf's not impressive at all. Her shoddy welding when integrating me into your weapon reduced the blade's impact resistance by twelve percent.
But don't worry—I can still secure your victory because I'm the impressive one."
March 7th: "Uh… how are you gonna beat them?"
"Silver Wolf's directive was: 'Know yourself, know your enemy, and your foe's done for.' The moment my blade touches their mech, I'll inject a tiny virus into their operating system. Go on, strike your opponent."
Scott squinted, staring for a while. "Did I just hear her sword talking? Am I hallucinating?"
"Here we go! Take this!" March 7th struck a pose like Yanqing's usual sword-wielding stance.
At that moment, her "Tactical AI" Promi shot forward like a cruise missile, homing in on the company's mech and striking its critical point.
The mech started blaring commands. "Control system… rebooting… program error detected."
Scott panicked instantly. "What's happening? My mech… March 7th, what did you do to my mech?"
The mech began moving on its own.
Assassin Scott was in full panic mode—mechs were insanely expensive, and he couldn't afford to replace a damaged one.
The worst part? His side didn't even dare fight back.
With no other choice, they had to passively concede victory.
"Specialist Scott, our mechs are compromised—we can't beat them!"
Hearing his employees, Scott fumed. "Hmph… If this were a fair fight, it could've been a martial arts exchange. But what a shame, March 7th—your actions have crossed the final line of legality!
Injecting a virus into the company's mechs and seizing control? That's an infringement on corporate intellectual property and production assets!"
Whoosh—
Silver Wolf's projection appeared beside March 7th. "You should be more worried about yourself. Don't store personal data on company computers, Scott."
"Personal data? I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"How could you forget? I saw you paid a fortune for a 'data deletion at death' service, so whatever's on that computer must be juicy."
Scott floundered. "Y-Y-Y-You don't look! That's my private data! Who gave you permission to snoop? Stop looking!"
Faced with Silver Wolf's threat, Scott had no choice but to comply.
"Fine, fine, you win… I'll apologize to the proprietress of Ever-Hunt Teahouse. I stirred up trouble and picked fights—it's all my fault!
And… give me a sec to get in the mood… Oh, I remember that dumb song.
Company mechs, only a fool would want 'em! Oink oink oink oink, oink oink oink oink! Oink oink oink oink, oink oink oink oink!"
Even Silver Wolf couldn't help but remark, "He sang it twice. Talk about service."
[I'm dying, family!]
[How is every moment iconic?]
[I'll never hear that song the same way again.]
[Haha, too wild!]
— —
One of Scott's employees shouted, "Specialist Scott! I found out! This woman… she's a Stellaron Hunter!"
Scott's pupils shook. "What? No wonder she hacked the company's system so easily…"
"Whoops, you figured out my identity. Guess I'll have to silence you with social death." Silver Wolf shrugged, opening her arm's control device. "Domineering Mech Loves Me, Inorganic Empire Romance… ugh, your taste in genres is so weird."
Scott gave a deep bow. "Sorry for the trouble. I'm leaving now."
[Obedient.jpg.]
[Haha, he even bowed—so polite!]
[I'm behaving, please spare me.]
[Company guy standing at attention.]
[Scott's still hung up on Lakshmi.]
[Scott snapped to attention in seconds.]
[So social death really is the worst kind of death.]
— —
"But boss, shouldn't we seize this chance to nab her for the bounty…" one of the employees asked, confused.
"No buts! Let's go before your own secrets get exposed—"
Silver Wolf called out to the fleeing group. "Hold up. One last piece of advice before you go."
"W-What?"
"Put your faith in cloud tech."
"You wouldn't understand! Trusting the ever-changing internet? Humans will never feel secure!" Specialist Scott and his crew scrambled out of Aurum Alley.
March 7th looked at her cyber divine sword. "This victory had nothing to do with swordsmanship—it's the power of tech."
Silver Wolf spread her hands. "I learned another Xianzhou saying: 'No sword in hand, but a sword in your heart'!"
Later,
March 7th appeared on-screen again, writing a letter.
Yanqing, Yunli, Huohuo, Tail, Jiaoqiu, Silver Wolf, Qingque, and Stelle—everyone who'd helped March 7th—gathered around her.
March 7th thought for a moment, then began to write:
"Himeko, Uncle Yang, Pom-Pom: Greetings. Everything's going well on the Luofu, so don't worry. How's your journey going?"
[This ending's pretty solid.]
[So it was all happening at the same time?]
[This is all Sparkle's doing!]
[This mix of fiction and reality works—haha!]
[Feels smooth, not too jarring.]
[Is this season over? I'm kinda reluctant to let it go!]
[Not yet—the progress bar's still holding strong.]
[So what's next?]
[An easter egg? Bloopers? Or the end credits song?]
[I wanna see bloopers—did Scott ever mess up a take?]
— —
At that moment,
Scott sat in front of a computer.
The screen flashed: "GAME OVER!"
Scott had met his fifth defeat.
Suddenly, a comment floated across the screen: "Five straight losses to March 7th—why don't you look at your own flaws?"