With some time before lunch, and no way I’m logging back into Epoch right now, plus remembering something, browsing the forums was the only thing that came to mind.
After all, the [Bloodthirsty Frenzy of Eternal Night] was the first major event in Epoch’s history, spanning the entire Gruin region with at least ten thousand players involved.
An event of this scale? No need to guess how heated the forum discussions would be.
Missing out on the buzz isn’t my style.
Plus, I’m the star of the show being discussed.
My flair for drama isn’t that strong, but being the center of so many players’ conversations—something my past-life self could never achieve—stirs a tiny thrill and excitement in me.
Opening Epoch’s official forum, as expected, the [Bloodthirsty Frenzy of Eternal Night] event dominated the Gruin section, with even some southern region threads talking about it.
“Heh, I could’ve guessed~ These guys are too much. It’s not my fault I’m so strong, right?”
Looking at threads praising how powerful the BOSS was or complaining about its strength, if my mood could show on my face, it’d be smugness personified.
Even though my [Lament of Eternal Night – Lilina] form was ultimately defeated by the players’ zerg tactics, that was after I took down the Radiant Monastery’s elite squad.
Plus, rough estimates say over six thousand players died in the event—my main source of energy.
Sure, some were killed by the frenzied, auto-reviving Dark Bats in the Forest Ruins, but as a Commander-tier BOSS, I took out plenty myself, proving my strength.
So I accepted the praise with a clear conscience.
As for threads calling the BOSS super cute, the cutest BOSS ever, etc.—though a bit embarrassing, I grudgingly accepted those too.
“These loli fans…” But seeing posts declaring me their new waifu, I muttered, blushing.
In reality, these types of posts made up nearly half of all [Bloodthirsty Frenzy of Eternal Night] discussions.
“Huh, a live photo thread?”
Spotting a post titled [Epic View: Bloodthirsty Frenzy of Eternal Night Full Coverage], my curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked in.
Seeing the pinned images, even I had to admit this post’s popularity wasn’t without reason.
The poster’s skills were top-notch. Every photo captured perfect timing with stunning visuals, especially the moment [Lament of Eternal Night – Lilina] activated [Lord of Eternal Night].
Amidst the endless dark night, under a terrifying vortex of swirling clouds, a lone figure descended slowly. In this despair-filled battlefield, she was like an angel, yet behind her loomed a shadowy beast, creating a striking contrast.
The absolute light-and-shadow effect was breathtaking.
“Was I that cool back then?” Covering my cheeks, I felt a bit shy, but knowing I was the star of that photo filled me with pride.
“This guy’s photography skills aren’t bad. Totally captured my heroic vibe.”
About to tip the post some credits, my attention was drawn to the later photos.
And some made me want to complain.
“Why this angle? It’s kinda weird.”
The shot showed me flying above the players, but from a rear perspective, not highlighting my overwhelming dominance.
“This outfit’s a bit too revealing.” I pouted slightly at the exposed skin on my shoulders.
Noticing my slightly lifted skirt hem, I silently cursed my carelessness. “They saw everything, you idiot.”
I brushed it off, skipping that photo and scrolling on.
But the further I went, the weirder it got—starting from that photo.
The angles shifted to odd places: my petite chest hidden by dress folds, the occasionally lifted skirt, my legs in black thigh-highs… all the so-called “fan-service” spots.
Even the rare frontal shots focused entirely on my loli face, capturing every cute expression or pose, practically a montage of me being adorable.
When I saw one shot from a low angle, blatantly exposing the blue-and-white stripes of my secret realm and the pale skin of my inner thighs, my face darkened.
Without hesitation, I scrolled to the bottom, and as expected, the comments were exactly what I feared—
“Here’s my new waifu, Lilina.”
“(´∀｀)♡ My wife~”
“Mom, I wanna marry her!”
“Sorry, son, she’s already Mom’s lover.”
“Are you guys even human? Going for such a tiny kid? Wait, she’s a BOSS? Gimme one too!”
“I want Lilina to step on my face in black stockings, hshshshshs!!!”
“Black stocking heretics! White stockings are clearly tastier! (￣^￣)”
“Based on calculations, size 31—perfect for fitting in your mouth.”
“You’re not right, lick lick lick.”
“You’re not right, slurp slurp.”
“Not right, prprpr.”
“I’m calling the cops! Get off my wife’s legs! (〝▼皿▼)”
“Don’t leer at Lilina’s parts with creepy smiles, and stop writhing in bed imagining mosaic-filled stuff.”
“Take my webcam down, thanks.”
“+1, and if you won’t, at least turn on beauty mode.”
“Seconded. Also, I’m not an lsp, I’m the ultimate lsp!”
“A sultry, tsundere, airheaded loli—that’s a vampire loli? Meh. But add a cat-ear maid outfit, and I’ll reluctantly fall for her.”
“The one above’s all bold now in a skirt, but wouldn’t a naked apron or boyfriend shirt be better? Just picture it.”
“Stop, my nose is bleeding! (/▽＼)”
“Stop, I’m out of tissues! (/ω＼)”
“Stop, my trash can’s full! (/u＼)”
If I still didn’t get the point of this post, I’d be a hopeless idiot.
Clearly, I’m not.
After a moment’s silence, I dragged the mouse up and hit report.
Reason: Inappropriate content.
“Bunch of perverts…”
Even after closing the forum and shutting off my handheld, climbing off the bed, my face was still red. I slapped my cheeks to calm down, slipped on my slippers, and headed to the kitchen to cook instant noodles.
Though my parents left me a decent amount in my bank card, I should save where I can.
With that in mind, I fried an egg to add to the noodles. A growing teen needs proper nutrition, after all.
In my past life, living alone made me a decent cook. Even after reincarnating, those skills and experiences stayed with me. This body’s a bit weak for it, but I’ve adapted over the past few days.
At least boiling noodles and adding an egg is no problem.
On a stool, of course.
“I’m not fully grown yet, I’m not fully grown…” I consoled myself with that excuse.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
“Coming!” I hopped off the stool, scurried to the door in my slippers, and opened it while asking, “Who is it?”
Unaware that my pajama-clad self, with flushed cheeks from running, looked dangerously cute. If a creep or weirdo was at the door, it’d be a risky situation.
Or even if they weren’t, like now.
“Tongtong, I missed you so much~”