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18 chapters · 570 lines · English and Chinese below. Japanese and Korean, voices and theatre mode are in the reader.

13-1

Top-class food, like the most precious gems, often draws unwanted attention. But while a box can hide a gem's shine, it can't hide the scent of food.

Two figures follow the scent of money toward the same door.

FALSo, you noticed this fragrant scent in the dorms as well.

PPD-40It's not caviar, but it had some class... I thought it was you.

The two of them slowly raise their heads and look at the name of the door, then do a double-take in disbelief.

FALThis room belongs to Type 92, that miser of misers. How could it be?

PPD-40Well, you can't just write her off like that. We all know how picky she is about food.

Just as the two of them are wondering whether or not to proceed, someone suddenly shoves them into the room. A small head protrudes from between the two of them.

AAT-52What are the two of you waffling about... Bonjour, 92!

Type 92 puts down the half-opened delivery package and turns to face her three uninvited guests.

Type 92Remember to knock before coming in next time.

AAT-52 is busy looking at and touching everything. There's no telling if she heard what Type 92 said.

AAT-52Wow, something smells nice, what is it?

Type 92 nimbly swats away AAT-52's wandering hands.

Type 92It's almost time for the Dragon Boat Festival. I bought some ingredients to make zongzi.

FALZongzi? ...You mean those dry and hard things? I took a bite of one last year and tossed it away.

Type 92You threw it away!? Although the warehouse gives them out frozen and anyone except Type 56-1 would think they're hard to swallow, throwing them away is...

Type 92 resists the urge to say "it would be a terrible waste". That would be rude, after all.

Type 92In any case, I was going to use the festival bonus this year to hand-make the perfect-tasting zongzi. All the ingredients are top-notch items from Rainforest, and I even ordered a pressure cooker specially for making zongzi.

PPD-40Could you cut me in on the finished product? It sounds like it would be my sort of thing.

FALSneaky, aren't we? I see your plan, you're trying to use it to show off how refined you are on the day itself! I want one too! Money is no object!

Type 92 frowns.

Type 92My ingredients are limited, and I probably won't be able to make a lot of them...

FALI'll pay this much.

PPD-40Humph, is that all? I'll double whatever FAL's paying.

Neither of them is willing to back down and they begin arguing over the price, but neither of them notice Type 92's smug smile.

Type 92Yes, jack the price up higher... Looks like the spices I scattered in the hallway to lure you here were well worth it.

Normally, Type 92 wouldn't have spent so much on ingredients, but since making zongzi isn't exactly a daily occurrence, there has to be some sense of ceremony to the whole thing... In the end, Type 92 came up with the idea of selling some of them to FAL and PPD-40.

Type 92Yup, it's about time I said, "There there, stop fighting, there's enough for the both of you." There, there...

A sudden cry drowns out Type 92's voice.

AAT-52Ahhhhhh I'm falling—!

AAT-52, who has been overlooked by everyone, chooses this moment to demonstrate her specialty of tripping over her feet on perfectly flat ground.

However, AAT-52 is holding Type 92's half-opened package and a small handful of Szechuan peppercorns spill out of it.

Type 92My peppercorns...!

AAT-52 flails around, trying to catch the package, and she just so happens to step on one of the round peppercorns.

As she falls again, AAT-52's heart grows cold.

AAT-52Oh no, I wasted her peppercorns, 92 is going to kill me...

Type 92 closes her eyes and abandons all resistance. The few seconds spent waiting for her fate feel like a century.

AAT-52...Huh?

AAT-52 quickly touches her head. It's still there. She pats her limbs. All intact.

As she works up the courage to open her eyes, AAT-52 finds that the other three are all looking at the peppercorn, their faces filled with disgust.

FALAre these blackened rejects your idea of top-quality ingredients?

Type 92No, it can't be, I was very specific about the peppercorn's cultivar, growth location, quality and method of processing!

PPD-40Looks like I'll have to reconsider my order if it's going to be this crude, substandard food...

Type 92Wait...

FAL and PPD-40 shake their heads and ignore Type 92 as they leave the room.

AAT-52I'm sorry...

Type 92Quiet you, I'll deal with you later.

Type 92 frowns as she picks up the bag of peppercorns and sees the words "Pepper Baby" brightly written on it, like a silent mockery.

Type 92How dare you try and pass off this garbage as quality goods and ruin my scheme... I won't let you off for this!

Furious, Type 92 embarks on a journey of discovery. However, the manufacturer and transport company both claim innocence and state that they followed procedure throughout the entire process. They claim ignorance of any "Pepper Baby" or whatnot and refuse to pay for it. It is only until Type 92 checks the footage from the video camera covering the delivery package dropoff point that she notices something strange.

Type 92There were two identically sized and shaped packages of peppercorns? Maybe someone took the wrong one...

Type 92 reviews the footage over a dozen times. But the same silhouette blocks the view of the crucial moment each time and there's no way to see who took the package. All Type 92 can do is return home, still fuming.

While she's still boiling with unvented frustration, Type 92 actually runs into someone clueless enough to bother her.

Type 92...Type 56-1?

Type 92's mood gets even worse. She remembers that when Kalina was giving out the festival bonus, the person making the biggest fuss about it was Type 56-1.

Back then, Type 56-1 had given Type 92 a very meaningful look.

After that Type 56-1 had grabbed Kalina's leg and begun wailing.

Type 56-1So there's no room for discussion at all? ...Even the leftover zongzi from last year will do.

Type 92Are you taunting me... You want to change it back to zongzi? Dream on!

However, before Type 92 could do anything, Type 56-1's scheme fell apart by itself.

KalinaLeaving aside whether or not last year's can still be eaten... Don't you finish off all the leftovers each year?

Type 56-1Okaayyyyyyy.... (sob)

Type 92Fortunately, Type 56-1 didn't get her way, or else... Heh, I'd have to cook and eat her with the zongzi.

Type 56-1 probably doesn't know how close she came to disaster as she looks toward Type 92.

Type 56-192, I know this must have been a terrible blow to you... But please believe me when I say I fully understand how you feel.

Faced with Type 56-1's sincere consolation, Type 92 pauses for a few seconds.

Type 92...How do you know how I feel? Did AAT-52 mention it?

Type 56-1Aw, I do understand! I even brought you a gift.

Type 56-1 actually takes out a bag of peppercorns and holds them up in front of Type 92's face.

Type 92Type 56-1 always looks so thoughtless and brash, so why is she being so sensitive to my feelings?

Type 92's heart warms up for a bit as she takes the peppercorns and crushes one of them between her fingertips and carefully examining the remains. Indeed, these are superior peppercorns. Their shape, color and fragrance are all top-notch, and Type 92's eyes beam with approval.

Type 92Still, such top-notch peppercorns can't be found just anywhere, and there's no way she could have gotten them on short notice...

Type 92 frowns, and a theory forms in her head.

Type 92Where did you get these peppercorns from?

Type 56-1 sniffs the peppercorns on Type 92's hand and smugly shows off her order receipt.

Type 56-1Hehe, it's good stuff, isn't it? The delivery just came in today, want a link to them? The place is called "Pepper Baby"!

Type 92Pep-per Ba-by?

... This familiar name immediately puts Type 92 on high alert.

Type 92Wasn't that the name I saw on that bag of garbage? Don't tell me this dork took my peppercorns by accident!? Come to think of it. I think that silhouette I saw on the security footage had a star-shaped hair ribbon...

Type 92 is so mad she crushes the bag of peppercorns in her hand and grabs Type 56-1 by the collar. She resists the urge to squeeze the life out of Type 56-1 — she needs to sort things out first.

Type 92Are you SURE you got the right package?

Yet, at this moment of life and death, Type 56-1 doesn't try to explain herself.

Type 92Aren't you really loud all the time? What's wrong, cat got your tongue?

Contrary to Type 92's expectations, there is a very strange look on Type 56-1's face, and in the next moment...

Type 56-1AHHHHHHHHHH CHOO! AH-CHOO—!

A mass of pepper and snot comes flying at Type 92, who cannot evade it in time and is hit square on.

Type 92Oh what the hell, this is so gross...!

Type 56-1 points at Type 92's hand, too busy coughing and gagging to speak. It is then that Type 92 realizes that Type 56-1 has inhaled the pepper powder on her hand and it solidifies the verdict in her heart.

Type 92Oh I know, you think that I won't touch you after your sins are exposed if you do this, eh? After you came around to show off in front of me with MY peppercorns!? What do you have in that neural cloud of yours, 56-1? Give me back my order—

Type 56-1Ah-choo! Ah-choo— Lissen ta me! Whaddya sayin? I'm gunna wash muh nose out!

Type 92Don't think you can get away like that! Get back here—

...In the end, not only were Type 92's plans foiled, but she was physically and mentally traumatized. On the other side, though Type 56-1 managed to get away this time, it's not going to stop her from causing more trouble.

13-2

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival.

Type 92 slowly opens her eyes. Despite the setbacks she experienced, Type 92 managed to once again convince FAL and PPD-40 to open their wallets to her with a cunning scheme. Over the past few days, Type 92 has run simulations of how today might go in her neural cloud. She is about to enjoy her own handmade deluxe zongzi— all on somebody else's dime. In fact, Type 92 is in such a good mood that she chose to undergo a neural upgrade the day before. Having gone to such lengths to make this treat work, she wants to enjoy it in the best possible condition.

Type 92I finally got rid of Type 56-1's spit and snot...

After admiring her new-ish body in the mirror, Type 92 heads to the kitchen, as happy as a clam.

Far in the distance, Type 92 smells the thick fragrance of zongzi.

Type 92I heard that idiot Type 56-1 is making zongzi too, but how good can they be when using ingredients from that "Pepper Baby" place? Ah, enjoying zongzi and watching Type 56-1 drooling as she watches me... How wonderful, serves her right for taking MY package. Since FAL and PPD-40 haven't come yet, I should try them first.

Type 92 walks up to the pressure cookie and carefully adjusts the dials and displays. Her fingers press down elegantly on the cooker life and she removes it with the greatest of ceremony— and the veil rises on her home-made extra Special Deluxe Super Galactic Salted Egg Pork Zongzi.

Type 92 puts the lid back on.

She takes it off again.

Type 92Where are my zongzi!?

Type 92 looks incredulously at the empty pressure cooker, completely at a loss for words.

Type 92Where did they go?

Type 92 takes a few steps back, and in her panic she grabs the edge of a stove, where her hand makes contact with a slip of paper—

"Type 56-1 came here to eat, I'll pay you back with these ingredients!" There's even a chibi illustration of Type 56-1's face on the bottom, flashing a goofy grin at Type 92. This chibi face slowly superimposes itself over the hateful mental image of Type 56-1's face as she was showing off in front of Type 92.

Type 92Type! 5! 6! 1! YOU again! I thought I'd be getting something out of all the effort I put into this, but now you've gotten away with everything...! Not only am I not making money out of this, I can't even enjoy the zongzi I've been looking forward to for so long...

Type 92 crushes the paper until that smiling chibi looks like it's been beaten up. As for the cheap ingredients on the side, Type 92 can't even be bothered to go through them.

Type 92She wants to pay me back with that rubbish... There's got to be a limit to how far you can go!

With this new score added to the old ones, this is more than she can take.

Type 92's wrath can no longer be denied. She runs over to Type 56-1's room to demand justice. Her grievances build into a thunderous cry—

Type 9256-1, get out here! If you're brave enough to eat my zongzi, are you brave enough to open your door and face me!!!

...10 minutes later. Type 56-1 stands in front of Type 92 with her head lowered. The three pieces of evidence pointing to Type 56-1's guilt lie on the ground. The first; a receipt fully 80 centimeters long detailing the various expensive ingredients used in Type 92's zongzi, adding up to quite an impressive sum. The second; the note Type 56-1 herself left— indicating she was the one who took the zongzi and leaving no room for denial. The third; a bag of shoddy "Pepper Baby" peppercorns— a grudge from the past, to be settled all at once today. Several minutes ago, Type 92 threw all these pieces of evidence in Type 56-1's face and grabbed Type 56-1 by the collar and yelled at her until she got everything off her chest. The guilty Type 56-1 looks utterly pitiful, like a rabbi waiting to be skinned.

Type 56-1(Sob) Okay, so how do you want me to pay you back?

But Type 92 knows that Type 56-1 isn't actually sorry! This act is making HER look like the villain instead, which only serves to make her madder.

Type 92You were the one who came swanning in while holding my peppercorns, ate my zongzi, and shot all my plans for the Dragon Boat Festival to hell! I don't even know how I'm going to face FAL and PPD-40 now...

Type 56-1 is so mad that she's gnashing her teeth. Even if she can't recoup her losses, she can't just let 56-1 off like this! She needs to take advantage of this opportunity to really work her over!

Type 92Now how should I pay 56-1 out... Roast her over a fire? Nah, waste of fuel.

Type 92Let her dry out in the sun? That would take too long.

Type 92Stir-fry her in oil? I don't have a big enough pan.

Type 92As I thought, I should just make her into zongzi and eat her.

Type 92 happily imagines rolling Type 56-1 into a zongzi and watching the latter squirm as she lowers her into boiling water.

Type 92Zongzi... Yes, I've got a way to make 56-1 eat humble pie.

An evil plan slowly takes shape in Type 92's neural cloud.

Type 92First, we'll find a goal that will occupy 56-1 for a long time and ensure that this lasts as long as I want it to. Simple. I want you to make a pot of extra Special Deluxe Super Galactic Salted Egg Pork Zongzi. It's got to be. Exactly. The. Same. As the one you ate.

Type 56-1...And if I can't?

Type 92Now, I'll slowly turn the heat on and frighten 56-1 into accepting the conditions. Then I'll just have to cut your belly open and see if those zongzi are still in there. Got that?

Type 56-1Got it!

Type 92You'll see how I torment you, Type 56-1. Whether it's money or effort, I'll have you pay back double what you took from me...

This poor, pitiful, despicable little rabbit still doesn' know what kind of horrible trap she's fallen into...

13-3

Late at night, in the Griffin Dorm.

[Type 92 vs Type 56-1 Great Revenge Operation Part I]

A series of links is reflected in Type 92's eyes.

Type 92 has been cross referencing the available stock, number of users, retail duration, time to sell-out and so on for various online shopping stores over the past two days. In the end, she's come up with a list of the sites which are the most difficult to buy ingredients from.

Type 92 selects the top-ranked site and sends it over to Type 56-1.

Type 92Enjoy this, I went to a lot of effort to make you suffer...

Type 56-192, what did you just send over?

Type 92It's a link for zongzi ingredients. I only trust the stuff from this platform.

Type 56-1Whoa, that expensive?! And the quantities are limited too... Wait, do they only have 50 portions of these black truffles...? Do people actually buy this stuff?

Type 92Yup. They start selling at 5 AM and close once they're out. As for whether or not people actually buy it... Well, you can give it a try. Let me know how it goes tomorrow.

Type 92 smiles as she ends the transmission.

Type 92Oh no, 56-1 isn't going to get off THAT easily. I need to make things a little more interesting for her.

Type 92 brings up all the dataports that she has access to. At 4:30 AM, these ports will automatically download the Griffin anniversary video in 8k over the public network, which will surely slow the internet down.

Type 92Yup, I'm sure the Commander and the others won't notice at that hour. Oh yes, and for the piece de resistance, I need to record this glorious scene.

The next day, Type 92's camera faithfully records Type 56-1's comical faces and poses as she tries to get a good signal. For instance, hanging out of her window, plastering herself on the wall, and even clinging to the lightning rod on the roof, among many others. Of course, Type 92, being the generous sort, also uploads some of them to Grifchan. Due to the darkness at that time, there's no way to tell who it is, and the strange and bizarre poses all turn it into a famous Griffin ghost story for a while. Even after all this "work", whenever Type 56-1 comes to tell her about the difficulties of buying ingredients, Type 92 simply affects an air of nonchalance.

Type 56-192, there were so many people on the site and the internet's so slow, how did you do it back then?

Type 92Skill issue, my dear.

And then she basks in Type 56-1's worshipful gaze.

[Type 92 vs Type 56-1 Great Revenge Operation Part II]

Early in the morning. Type 92 calmly sits in the kitchen, awaiting the arrival of a foolish, lost lamb—

However, Type 56-1 doesn't seem aware of her situation, munching a pancake while holding four boxed lunches, seemingly unshaken by all this.

Type 56-1Morning, 92! I brought breakfast!

Type 92Looks like grocery shopping wasn't enough to break 56-1... No matter, it's tough opponents that make the game fun. After all, the hard part is yet to come. Yes. Eat up quick and take your place quickly. We're going to start today's practice.

For the past few days, Type 56-1 has spent most of her time in front of the kitchen counter with bamboo leaves in hand, repeatedly practicing the steps of wrapping zongzi. While it appears to be cutting-edge culinary training, it is nothing more than a fault-finding game to Type 92. Size, area, angle, weight... The fun isn't in pointing out any particular shortcoming, but seeing the looks of dismay on Type 56-1's face when she does so.

Type 92Ah, no, it's ugly, take it back and start again. Yes, that's right, the more miserable the better.

Type 56-1(Whimper) But this is the 9999th zongzi that you've rejected! Come on, 92, have a heart...

Type 92You call THAT a zongzi? How is it any different from tying a knot in a towel?

...Perhaps being able to savagely criticize her counts as a form of entertainment. In all honesty, Type 92 has wondered whether she should give Type 56-1 some affirmation— After all, Type 56-1's zongzi-wrapping skills really have improved tremendously and pointing out problems in them is getting harder every day. But whenever she thinks of how annoying Type 56-1 was before today, that little ember of mercy in Type 92 is promptly snuffed out.

Type 92From wrapping zongzi to plating them and even the proportions of the ingredients... I've studied them all, and the demands this dish places on the chef's skills in all respects are very high. Let's see whether you break or I get tired of messing with you first, Type 56-1.

[Type 92 vs Type 56-1 Great Revenge Operation Part III]

After being shot down by Type 92 dozens of times in a row, Type 56-1 is teetering on the edge of collapse.

Type 92If I want to deal the final blow to type 56-1, I'll need to do it with food...

Type 56-1I've missed the canteen hours for almost a month in a row now... (Sob) I'm so hungry, can't you let me go?

Type 92Once you wrap a zongzi to my satisfaction, you may go.

Type 56-1Aw come on, I can smell them all outside already, the roast meat, the chili chicken, the crispy roast duck...

Type 92No excuses.

Type 56-1Can you REALLY not smell them, 92? That oil-fried fragrance?!

Type 92Of course I do. I put them at the door, after all. Really? It must be the smell of the ingredients.

Type 56-1 stares longingly at the door until Type 92 drags her back in front of the kitchen counter. Type 92 rests her chin on her hands and enjoys the sight of Type 56-1 trying her best to resist the temptation of food.

Type 56-1...No! Even if it IS an illusion, I want to confirm it with my own eyes!

While Type 92 is distracted, Type 56-1 bolts for the door, drooling from her great hunger.

Type 56-1Nothing is greater than my love for a portion of delicious food! Except my love for a double portion!

Type 92 lets Type 56-1 push open the door and throw herself headlong into the arms of her beloved meal as she secretly presses the "record" button on her camera. Ty[e 56-1 can't be bothered about the source of the food and digs into it, and the crispy roast duck disintegrates in her mouth...

Type 56-1Ack... Why... Why is it all peppercorns!!!

Type 56-1 leans weakly against the wall and heaves for a good long while, but then when she noticed the roast duck is full of sour black peppercorns, her stomach churns again.

Type 92Humph, your "Pepper Baby" was finally of some use.

[Type 92 vs Type 56-1 Great Revenge Operation Counterstrike?]

At night, Type 92 is lying on her bed, going over the results of the operation for the past month. Be it in buying ingredients or wrapping zongzi, Type 56-1 has been well and truly squished and kneaded, put through the wringer of human misery. Type 92 even managed to avenge the theft of her peppercorns.

Type 92Good, I think I'll enjoy laughing at Type 56-1's dorky videos before going to bed.

Type 92 reflexively reaches for the camera, but does not find it.

Type 92Crap, did I leave it in the kitchen? If someone else sees it...!

Type 92 gets up and hurries over to the kitchen.

Unfortunately, it seems someone is in.

Type 92Who could be there at this hour...

Type 92Type 56-1!

Type 56-1Huh? What are you doing here, 92?

Type 56-1 is holding Type 92's camera!

Type 92Does she know?! Does it mean that she already realized I'm getting back at her... So perhaps she's thinking of her way to get her own back at me and use this hidden camera thing to destroy my reputation?

At this point, Type 92 reaches out to grab the camera in Type 56-1's hands.

Startled, Type 56-1 jumps and ducks to the side to avoid Type 92's grab.

Type 56-1What are you doing, 92?

Type 92 doesn't explain, only sweeps Type 56-1's leg.

Type 56-1 leaps back, putting her hands over her head and raising the camera high.

Type 92 continues attacking and Type 56-1 keeps somersaulting backwards to evade, until they've gone from one side of the table to another.

One of Type 92's missed hits strikes the table.

Crash—

Type 92Oh no!

Her carelessness means she sent the jar containing the zongzi stuffing flying off the table, and it looks like it's going to hit the ground.

With incredible speed, Type 56-1 rolls to the side and drops to one knee, sinking her teeth into the edge of the jar before it can hit the ground.

Type 92 is stunned by this for a moment before immediately taking the heavy jar and putting it back on the table.

Type 92Your teeth are amazing.

Type 56-1Hehe, this is nothing. I can lift a whole roast goat with my teeth. I'm just glad your zongzi didn't get dirty!

Type 92You...

Type 92So she was actually serious about the zongzi? Given your IQ, maybe taking the peppercorns and eating the zongzi wasn't on purpose...

Type 92 shakes her head, suddenly feeling that she's the dork for getting so serious about messing with another dork.

Type 92Oh yeah... give me back the camera.

Type 56-1Oh, so it was yours. I heard it beeping so I thought I was imagining things. I picked it up and took a look at it, but I guess it just ran out of power, so there's no need to worry.

Type 92 takes the camera from her and checks it. There really are no signs that it's been turned on.

Type 92So why were you ducking, anyway?

Type 56-1I didn't know you wanted it. I was going to ask why you were trying to hit me all of a sudden. I mean, you were trying to hit me so I had to duck, right? I'm not dumb, you know.

Type 92"I'm not dumb", you say... So what were you doing in the kitchen, anyway?

Type 56-1Oh, I was getting some extra practice in... Otherwise there's no way I could catch up to your skills, 92.

Type 56-1 begins gushing sincere compliments about Type 92's patience and great cooking skills.

Type 92Humph, she's just buttering me up...

Type 92 looks to the side and picks up a zongzi, playing with it to hide her emotions. Upon closer inspection, however, Type 92 has to admit that it's pretty good. This zongzi's corners are sharp and well-defined, it's perfectly symmetrical, and there are hardly any flaws she can find even when applying the strictest criteria to it. Though she was forced to do it in the most complicated way possible and had her self-esteem used as a punching bag for a full month... Type 56-1 showed a lot of improvement and clearly put a lot of effort into her studies.

Type 92... It's about time we wrapped up this farce. Tomorrow, then.

After making up her mind, Type 92 returns to the dorm and thinks.

She then deletes all the Type 56-1 videos she uploaded to Grifchan.

Type 92I'll just keep these clips as part of my collection.

13-4

Today is a special one for both Type 92 and Type 56-1...

[Type 92 vs Type 56-1 Great Revenge Operation - The Final Battle]

Upon seeing Type 56-1's haggard face, Type 92 can guess that Type 56-1 was probably worrying all night. Of course, as her opponent, Type 92 regards Type 56-1 in the same light as a show of respect. After all, this is when she'll meet the Special Deluxe Super Galactic Salted Egg Pork Zongzi again...

Type 92So, why haven't you served up your zongzi, 56-1?

Type 92 annoyedly watches Type 56-1 stand in place, hesitating over whether to bring her zongzi over.

Type 92You take one step back for everyone you take forward, are you dancing or something...

Type 56-1I'm sorry!

Just then, Type 56-1 suddenly takes a bow and steps forward.

She offers up a plate of tetrahedral zongzi, each one packed full of stuffing and looking delicious. If Type 56-1 had not had her head lowered, she might have seen the faint smile on Type 92's face. Type 92 quickly speaks the words that have been waiting to be said for a long time.

Type 92You pass.

56-1式Huh?

Type 92Didn't hear me? I'll change my mind, then.

Type 56-1Nonono, I heard it! I pass, I— pass— right?

Type 56-1 exclaims in delight and she looks so happy that she looks like she's going to grab Type 92 and swing her around 33 times.

Type 92Yeah, send me a message once they're done. Strangely, Type 56-1 doesn't seem so annoying all of a sudden...

Type 56-1Got it!!!

After saying so, Type 92 walks out of the kitchen, waiting for Type 56-1's zongzi to be done.

She is accompanied by FAL and PPD-40, whom she asked to come along.

Type 92I can let Type 56-1 go, but not a chance to make money...

FALSo can we eat them this time? My time is very valuable, you know.

PPD-40I cleared my schedule during the Dragon Boat Festival but didn't get the zongzi you promised.

Type 92Relax, after a month of polishing, there's no way anything could go wrong with the zongzi...

Before she can finish, there is a loud explosion from behind Type 92!

It is followed by the sound of glass breaking and many heavy objects crashing, as well as many other noises and Type 56-1 screaming.

FALAre the zongzi you're talking about these... bombs?

FAL points at the zongzi that just flew out the window.

PPD-40Looks like another wasted trip.

The two of them leave without looking back, leaving Type 92 alone.

Type 92Curse-you-Type-5-6-1—! How could it be that you need to be taught how to COOK zongzi!?

...In the end, the Great Revenge Operation ends with Type 56-1 paying a hefty price. However, Type 92 didn't get to try or sell the Special Deluxe Super Galactic Salted Egg Pork Zongzi, so it was a Pyrrhic victory.

...Two months later, in the Griffin dorms.

Type 92 has completely forgotten about the incident and is counting up her bank balance when she hears that annoying voice again.

Type 56-192, Type 92, are you there?

With great reluctance, Type 92 opens the door. Outside is Type 56-1, in a new body— The new body is because of the accident from last time.

Type 92What is it now?

Type 56-1 grins as she opens up her custom-made giant lunchbox, field with fragrant, steaming zongzi.

Type 92This smell... There's no mistake about it, this is my Special Deluxe Super Galactic Salted Egg Pork Zongzi!

Type 56-1See, I managed to make them! Are they just like yours?

Type 92 takes the lunchbox in shock. The zongzi are extremely well-made, and it's plain to see Type 56-1 has been practicing over the past couple of months.

Type 92That dummy actually took it to heart...

Type 56-1 timidly assesses Type 92's mood.

Type 56-1How is it? If it still needs improvement, I can...

Type 92 shakes her head.

Type 92No need, this will do.

However, upon seeing Type 56-1 breathe a sigh of relief, something drives Type 92 to say one more thing.

Type 92Oh yeah, it's almost time for the Mid-Autumn Festival, they probably won't be giving out mooncakes this year.

Type 56-1's eyes go wide.

Type 56-1Ehhhhh!? But then what will we do? 92 , can you make five-nut mooncakes?

Type 92...What kind of garbage taste is that!?

Type 92 promptly clams up and refuses to say anything else.

66-1

Before the Dragon Boat Festival, in the Griffin Warehouse. There is a little boat on the roof and the walls are covered in cutouts of zongzi, the scent of which fills the air. The Dolls are in long lines, waiting to claim their gifts for this year's Dragon Boat Festival. Among them, the person who most looks forward to it is naturally Type 56-1, who is first in line. Type 56-1's tired eyes are nevertheless filled with fighting spirit, as though she's ready to plunge into the piles of zongzi again and again. Type 97S, who has been dragged along the the warehouse by Type 56-1, yawns several times.

Type 97SAhhh, there's enough for everyone, why the rush?

Type 56-1 raises her index finger and wags it.

Type 56-1Hehe, you're too naive. This is the age of information warfare!

Type 97SHm?

Type 56-1I heard Kalina tell the Commander that the zongzi they're giving out this year aren't the same as the previous years.

Type 56-1In other words, they aren't your ordinary zongzi, so chestnut and meat zongzi, peanut and meat zongzi, or pickled vegetable and meat zongzi could be waiting for me— What if I'm late and my favorite salted egg yolk and pork zongzi get snatched up!

Type 97S ruthlessly interrupts her excited speech.

Type 97SSave it, your beloved zongzi are here.

Kalina pushes a small cart past the two of them and Type 56-1 stares at the cardboard boxes on them.

Type 56-1's ardent gaze looks like it's going to penetrate the boxes and the wrappings to see what the zongzi are stuffed with.

KalinaGood morning, everyone! Hehe, looking forward to your gifts, aren't you? Last year, everyone said the zongzi were all the same flavor and there were wishlists for all kinds of different zongzi, as well as strong requests for sweet zongzi. So this year, we did a lot of thinking and decided on...

Type 56-1Salted egg yolk and pork salted egg yolk and pork salted egg yolk and pork salted egg yolk and pork...

KalinaA Dragon Boat Festival bonus!

...Somewhere in the distance, a fragile heart can be heard shattering.

Type 56-1What?!

Type 92What!?

Two different shouts fill the air and shake the warehouse. Type 56-1 subconsciously looks back and meets Type 92's gaze from the back of the line.

KalinaAhem, well, it was hard to cater to everyone's tastes, and we were having a hard time deciding which flavors to get, and finances have been a bit tight recently too...

Type 56-1So there's no room for discussion at all? ...Even the leftover zongzi from last year will do.

KalinaLeaving aside whether or not last year's can still be eaten... Don't you finish off all the leftovers each year?

Type 56-1Okaayyyyyyy.... (sob)

...Supposedly, Type 56-1 turned her "sorrow" into hunger and ate 12 packed lunches at the canteen that day, setting a new record. After finishing off the last chicken chop, Type 56-1 makes up her mind and issues a deafening cry.

Type 56-1The year isn't complete without zongzi! I've decided— I shall mobilize the intellect and productivity of the masses and make my own zongzi!

Several days later, at the Griffin Dorms.

Type 97SAh choo — What's this smell?

Type 97S frowns. The smell is coming from the delivery package on Type 56-1's table.

Type 56-1Hehe, people who only eat double-cooked pork will never understand!

Type 56-1 holds up a handful of peppercorns and takes a big sniff, as though she were soaking in a big pot full of cooking zonzi

Type 56-1I can't believe I got such a big packet for just 90 cents. That store is just too kind.

Type 97SI don't understand how your Szechuan cuisine works but are you going to put all these peppercorns into the zongzi?

Type 56-1Nonono, it would be a fatal overdose even for me. Oh yeah, didn't Type 92 want to eat zongzi too? Maybe I should give her some of these, how about that?

Type 97SSure. Hopefully it'll pass muster with "Miss Szechuan Cuisine"...

Few ingredients can win Type 92's approval, but Type 56-1 is confident in her peppercorns. However, when Type 56-1 meets Type 92, she is forced to retreat. Type 92 is in an incredibly bad mood today, like a walking Jupiter Cannon. Even the hairs on her head seem to be loaded with time bombs, ready to go off at any time.

Type 56-1Crap, why's 92 flipping out today? Which poor unfortunate soul made her mad now... Ah, don't tell me Type 92 hasn't recovered from them not giving out zongzi yesterday?

The more Type56-1 thinks, the more it makes sense to her, and so she goes up to pat Type 92 on the shoulder.

Type 56-192, I know this must have been a terrible blow to you... But please believe me when I say I fully understand how you feel.

Type 92...How do you know how I feel?

Type 56-1Aw, I do understand! I even brought you a gift.

Type 56-1 takes out a bag of peppeercorns and smiles as she hands them over.

Type 92Where did you get these peppercorns from?

Type 92's face softens quite a bit as she takes the bag.

She looks them up and down, from side to side, and even picks up a few and crushes them between her fingertips to check their quality.

Type 56-1Yup, that's 92 for you, you're such a pro! How are they? They're good, huh?

However, the more Type 92 looks, the more she frowns.

Puzzled, Type 56-1, leans over and sniffs the scent of the peppercorns on Type 92's hand.

Type 56-1Are you unhappy with them? I got them from an online store called "Pepper Baby", they were a great bargain...

Type 92Pep-per Ba-by?

The phrase seems to have triggered some kind of forbidden switch.

Type 92's eye go cold and she crushes the peppercorns in her hand to powder before grabbing Type 92 by the collar, ready to go off on her.

Type 56-1AHHHHHHHHHH CHOO! Ah-choo—! Ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo, ah-choo—

... After getting a faceful of snot, Type 92 is startled and lets go of Type 56-1.

Type 56-1Pepper... powder! Ah-choo, ah-choo—

Type 56-1 grabs her nose and points at Type 92's hand, unable to finish a sentence. Type 92 looks in confusion at her hand, which is still covered in leftover pepper powder. As for the rest of it... Type56-1 seems to have inhaled it all. After processing by a Doll's sensitive olfactory modules, the scent of peppercorns seems to have penetrated Type 56-1's body and pierced her neural cloud with a direct hit of spiciness.

Type 92You @#￥%&*......

Though Type 92 is going on and on, Type 56-1 can't hear a single thing besides her own sneezing.

Type 56-1Ah choo, ah-choo— Dint hear dat, whaddya say? Ahhhhhhhhhh-choo! Can tayk it, I'm gunna wash muh nose out!!

...Supposedly, the whole dorm heard Type 56-1 sneezing countless times that afternoon.

66-2

On the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, Type 56-1 has a lovely dream about zongzi.

In her dream, Type 56-1 piles up all her ingredients, including the peppercorns she loves and hates, and excitedly heads over to the kitchen.

Type 56-1Mmm, this fragrance...

The corridor is filled with the rich scent of zongzi, and Type 56-1 can tell that it's coming from her favorite salted egg yolk and pork zongzi! Through the steam-misted window, Type56-1 imagines that she can see a little zongzi waiting demurely for her on a plate, eager to be free of the torment of the steam.

Type 56-1Hello, my zongzi, I'm here!

Type 56-1 leaps toward the source of the fragrance, a huge pressure cooker.

She take a zongzi out of the cooker, then quickly peels it, revealing the moist glutinous rice within before chomping down on it.

Type 56-1It's so good (whimper) This is bliss...

Type 56-1 devours the zongzi in one gulp, going through them in handfuls until there are none left in the cooker, before she realizes that she brought the ingredients for the zongzi along.

Type 56-1I'll just leave them for their maker, then. I'm sure anyone who's that skilled won't mind making more!

In what she believes is a stroke of genius, Type 56-1 leaves the ingredients beside the cooker and writes an explanation note too. After that, Type 56-1 goes back to sleep.

A burst of frantic knocking suddenly awakens Type 56-1.

Type 56-1What? Training? So soon? But it's the Dragon Boat Festival... (groans)

Type 56-1 rubs her eyes and opens the door.

A whole bunch of things hit Type 56-1 in the face.

Type 56-1Huh? 92...? Did you go in for a neural upgrade?

Type 92That's none of your business.

Upon hearing Type 92's icy-cold response, Type 56-1 immediately comes to her senses. The person before her is undoubtedly Type 92 in berserk mode.

Type 56-1Eep! Is this because I sneezed on your face last time...! If there's nothing, I'll be closing the door... haha...

Type 92Do you want me to hit you again?

Type 56-1 obediently puts down the hand that she's leaning on the doorframe. Type 92 looks down angrily, and Type 56-1 immediately bends down to pick up the stuff she was hit with just now. It's fully 80 centimeters long and it's...

Type 56-1...A bill? Yutian rouge rice, Mediterranean black truffles, Ocean Duck salted egg yolks, mountain-raised kurobuta meat, ancient soy sauce brewed in the old ways...

After reading just a few lines, the complicated names make her head spin.

Type 56-1What's this?

Type 92They're the ingredients of the zongzi you ate.

Type 56-1Z-zongzi...?

Type 92Yes, the zongzi you ate! Those rubbish ingredients you tried to use as payment wouldn't even be able to cover a single decimal point of what they actually cost!

Type 92 savagely slaps a crumpled slip of paper on the wall. It reads, "Type 56-1 came here to eat, I'll pay you back with these ingredients!" and there's even a chibi smiling face of Type 56-1 on the bottom. Upon seeing it, Type 56-1 remembers it all. So it wasn't a dream...!

Type 56-1Oh no, I pissed Type 92 off! Ah, well, it's not total rubbish, right, haha... I mean, there was meat, egg yolks and peppercorn...

Crap, Type 56-1 thinks as she says that. Sure enough, Type 92 looks even angrier.

Type 92You're going to bring up the peppercorn?

Type 92 throws a bag of blackened peppercorns at Type 56-1, with "Pepper Baby" written in huge letters on it.

Type 92THESE are the inferior goods you bought, and the stuff you so "generously" gave me were my own peppercorns in the first place! And you sneezed all over my face...

Type 56-1These... are mine?

Type 92Humph, I wasn't going to split hairs with you back then, but then you actually dared to eat every last one of my one of a kind Special Deluxe Super Galactic Salted Egg Pork Zongzis!? Allowing them to go into that ignorant tummy of yours is a waste of natural resources!

Type 92 is gritting her teeth now and her hands are shaking as she grips Type 56-1's shoulder. Given that Type 56-1 still doesn't quite know what's going on, all this does is dizzy her even more.

Type 56-1Quit shaking, I'm going to throw up...

Lingering trauma from yesterday causes Type 92 to release Type 56-1 and lets her calm down.

Type 92In any case, you saw the bill. So tell me, how do you intend to pay up?

Type 56-1 ventures a look at the numbers at the end and almost faints from shock.

Type 56-1...Can I sell my body to you to pay it off?

Type 92I refuse.

Type 56-1Won't you think about it? I'm very capable, nobody can beat me at queuing up in the canteen! In future, I can help taste anything you want to eat and if you don't like it, I'll eat it all for you!

Type 92Screw you! What do you even know how to do other than eat or drink? I'd be throwing my money away on feeding you. Hell no!

Type 56-1(Sob) Then how will I pay up?

Type 92Simple. I want you to make a batch of Special Deluxe Super Galactic Salted Egg Pork Zongzi. It's got to be. Exactly. The. Same. As the one you ate.

Type 56-1...And if I can't?

An evil grin crosses Type 92's face.

Type 92Then I'll just have to cut your belly open and see if those zongzi are still in there.

Type 56-1 timidly pats her little tummy.

Type 92Got that?

Type 56-1Got it!

66-3

Early in the morning, in the Griffin dorms.

Type 97S is awoken by a sudden alarm and heads out of her room to see what's going on.

She sees a sneaky figure slipping out of a room.

Type 97SI remember someone posted a picture on Grifchan about suspicious creatures going around at night...

After ensuring that nobody has spotted her, Type 97S ducks around the corner and peers around, trying to see what this creature is.

This humanoid figure is stalking back and forth in the corridor, occasionally stopping in front of another room's door, clearly up to no good. Perhaps its mission is finished, because it begins moving to the balcony, where a chopper is probably waiting above to pick it up.

However, the figure seems a little distracted.

Type 97S takes advantage of this to suddenly burst out like a ferocious tiger, seizing the figure.

Type 97SFreeze!

Upon seeing who it is, Type 97S is stunned.

Type 97SType 56-1!?

Type 56-1It's me...

Type 97SIt's what o'clock now? What are you doing out here instead of sleeping?

Type 56-1It's a long story but... I'm buying groceries.

Type 56-1 quickly tells her about the whole thing, including how she ate 92's zongzi and how 92 strongarmed her into paying up.

Type 97SA lot of those ingredients were only on sale in limited quantities at specific times, so I had to get up early and set my alarm clock to get them. Alright then, then why were you wandering around the dorm?

Type 56-1(Sigh) The dorm network is terrible, 92 was amazing for being able to get it back then. I thought of going out into the corridor to give it a try, where maybe the signal would be better... And if you hadn't showed up I might have gone up onto the roof by now.

Type 97SDid you get what you wanted?

Type 56-1I was at the payment page!

Type 97SOkay, got it. Good luck, then.

Type 56-1(Sob) Aw, don't say that, it's way better than a few days ago; the entire site just froze up. Endurance is victory, and victory lies ahead!

As if in response to her hotblooded cry, Type 56-1's communicator beeps.

Type 92You're up? See you at the usual place.

Type 56-1Okay...

Type 56-1 instantly wilts.

Type 97SWhere are you going now?

Type 56-1...To hell.

This is the kitchen, once heaven in Type 56-1's eyes. Now, it is a cruel purgatory. Every day, her wisdom, courage and determination are put to the test here...

[Round 18]

Type 56-1 has her hands behind her back and a zongzi on the table in front of her, waiting for Inspector Type 92 to finish her inspection.

Type 92Type 56-1, what do you think about the zongzi you have wrapped?

Type 56-1It... It's okay? At least it's holding together...

Type 92 humphs in derision.

Type 56-1But it's a long way off from your standards!

Type 92Are any two of this line of zongzi which you made identical?

Type 56-1Er, even sisters differ from each other in places, to say nothing of zongzi. I mean, just look at 95 and 97...

Type 92Enough excuses! Wrap them again!

[Round 37]

Type 56-1 gingerly hands over a plate full of freshly-wrapped zongzi for Inspector Type 92's viewing pleasure.

Type 92Why are your hands trembling?

Type 56-1I'm hungry and I feel weak...

Type 92If this plate of zongzis is a pass, you might be able to get to the cafeteria before it closes.

Type 56-1 excitedly rubs her hands.

Type 56-1So...

Type 92Unfortunately, they fail.

Type 56-1 throws her head back and groans before heading back to the kitchen counter.

Type 92Hold it. What are those in your pocket?

Type 56-1 freezes.

Type 92 reaches in and takes out a couple of zongzi.

Type 92Don't even DREAM about stealing those. As for these failures... I'll feed them to the Dinergates.

Type 56-1Aw, come oooonnnnnnn!!

[Round 60]

Type 56-1 stands in front of the window, thinking about the daily lives of those zongzi. After long starvation and hunger and suffering through 60 rounds of vetting, Type 56-1 is no longer her old self.

There is a sound of footsteps from behind her, but Type 56-1 doesn't look back.

Type 56-1You're here, 92.

Type 92...?

Type 56-1What you want is on the table.

Type 56-1 watches Type 92 approach and stop in front of the table through the reflection in the glass.

Type 56-1No need to answer me so soon. I know you must be surprised. Frankly speaking, I could hardly imagine that I did it myself...

Type 56-1 turns around and slams her hands down on the table.

Type 56-1But the fact is, I did it! Look at this plump, packed center, this ruler-straight angle, these perfectly proportional and even faces, this wrapping that doesn't waste an inch of leaf... Surely I've done it, haven't I?

Type 92Yes, pretty much...

Type 56-1 breathes a long sigh of relief.

Type 92Next, we'll learn how to TIE the zongzi.

Type 56-1It's not over yet!?

Type 92I told you, it's got to be exactly the same as my zongzi. The tying needs to be symmetrical or it'll ruin the beauty of the zongzi's shape. And all the zongzi in the same pot need to face the same way too.

Type 56-1Heavens, I don't even worry about all these details when I eat! At least give me a day off...

Type 92 is smiling, but her tone is as hard as steel.

Type 92Surely we should strike while the iron is hot, no?

Type 56-1's face falls. ...

Every morning she is subjected to the dual onslaught of buying ingredients and her hellish cooking training, and she never manages to make it to the cafeteria while it's open... In order to free herself of this misery sooner, Type 56-1 abandons her last bit of rest time and spends her late nights honing her skills. Holding a bamboo leaf in one hand, she forms it into a funnel, then dumps several ladlefuls of stuffing into it, presses and squeezes until it's firm, then properly seals it into a proper zongzi shape before tying a neat little knot on it... The price for that is that she gets so tired that she winds up seeing things, even imagining the zongzi laughing at her.

Type 56-1When will these days of suffering be over? Can't you give me a pass already, 92?

As though in response to Type 56-1's cry, Type 92 shows up, looking angry.

Type 92Type 56-1?!

Type 56-1Oh no, Type 92 must have heard me complaining and now she's mad!

Type 56-1 wants to cry, but she has run out of tears to shed. As expected, another great struggle takes place. ...In the end, Type 56-1 manages to protect the jar containing the ingredients from being smashed, which gives her some leverage to make up with Type 92.

Type 92So what were you doing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, anyway?

Type 92 sizes up Type 56-1 suspiciously.

Type 56-1Actually, I usually come to the kitchen at night to practice... Otherwise I couldn't have reached my current standard, though it's a far cry from your skills, 92...

Type 92Why did you keep it from me?

Type 56-1I actually wanted to pinch zongzi at first, but how could I say that... Er, I wanted to give you a surprise.

Type 92...You weren't trying to take revenge on me?

Type 56-1Take take take take take revenge!? How could I? Although you're harsh and cruel and unfeeling and a perfectionist...

Type 92You don't have to say anything if you don't know how to say it.

Type 56-1But you never got mad even though I kept messing up my wrapping, that means you're really patient, right?

Type 56-1And, and if anyone ate my zongzi, I'd be unhappy too. Especially since it's so hard to get the ingredients and wrapping them up was so challenging... Frankly speaking, it was my fault!

Type 92You really think so?

Type 56-1Hey, even I can reflect on the mistakes I've made, you know! Still, to be honest, I might have ended up eating those zongzi anyway even after knowing all this... But it can't be helped, it's because your zongzi smelled so good, 92.

Type 92 turns away and pretends she didn't hear that. She picks up a zongzi and turns it around in her hand.

Type 92Forget it, since you just can't make a satisfactory zongzi... Have you bought the ingredients?

Type 56-1Yup!

Type 56-1 proudly shows off her shopping list.

Type 92Tomorrow, you get one last chance.

Type 56-1One last chance!?

Type 92Use all your ingredients and make the best zongzi you can.

Type 56-1Got it!

66-4

Type 56-1 rubs her palms in glee. Like a nocked arrow, the day she has hoped for has arrived...

[Secret of Zongzi - Inferno Training Camp - Final Chapter]

She woke up early in the morning to cook the rice, flavor it, mix it, then pack it all into a zongzi's shape. All these steps have been engraved into her heart.

As Type 56-1 presents the finished product to Type 92, the whole thing feels a little unreal to her. After all, she's spent a whole month on hard practice, her wallet has been spent on buying ingredients, and now her life and death all depend on this plate of zongzi! That said, regardless of one's preparations, anyone would think they missed something out when submitting the script to a big exam like this, and Type 56-1 is no exception.

Type 56-1Isn't this zongzi a little flat? And that one looks a little small!

Type 56-1Aaaahhhhh do I have time to fix it? Do I do I do I?

Type 92You take one step back for everyone you take forward, are you dancing or something...

Type 56-1Sorry! Ahhhhh I don't care any more, here goes nothing!

Type 56-1 clenches her teeth and offers the zongzi, not daring to look at Type 92's face. ...

Type 56-1Huh?

Type 56-1 looks up, in a daze. Apparently, Type 92 said something just now.

Type 92Didn't hear me? I'll change my mind, then.

Type 56-1Nonono, I heard it! I pass, I— pass— right?

Type 92Yeah, send me a message once they're done.

Type 56-1Got it!!!

Delighted, Type 56-1 grabs her zongzi and heads over to Type 92's giant pressure cooker, every last zongzi a darling in her eyes.

When the water washes over the belly of the zongzi, Type 56-1 can almost imagine them laughing gaily.

Type 56-1Good zongzi, boil up good, okay...

Type 56-1 hums to her self as she watches the cooker, waiting for the zongzi to be done. That unforgettable fragrance pours forth from the valve. It is accompanied by the sound of vigorous boiling. Surely those zongzi must be churning around in the cooker.

Type 56-1I think there's another sound in there... Wait, it's not my tummy rumbling, is it?

Confused, Type 56-1 bends down and brings her head closer to listen to the sound, until...

Kaboom—!

The entire cooker promptly explodes. Shrapnel flies everywhere, boiling water splashes in all directions, the zongzi are launched out and the windows are smashed to bits.

Type 56-1AHHHHHHHHH MY ZONGZI—!

Type 56-1's scream of anguish echoes through the sky above the Griffin dorm.

And so, Griffin sees its first Doll who had to get a new body because of cooking zongzi. Supposedly, while she was being sent for her neural upgrade, the delirious Type 56-1 was still babbling about them...

Type 56-1Never mind me, save my zongzi!

A week later, Type 56-1 receives a mission and returns to the battlefield.

Type 97SYo, gotten used to your new body yet? I haven't gotten used to seeing you in it.

Type 56-1Haha, you'd better learn to fight alongside the new me.

Type 97SSure. Congrats on your neural upgrade. I'll let you handle the direct fighting afterwards. I'll cover your entry with explosives.

Type 56-1Got it, I was looking to cut loose myself.

Type 97SLet's go, then!

Type 97S gracefully skims across the ground and takes the high ground, sending several grenades into the enemy's rear. Type 56-1's neural cloud rapidly processes the situation, instantly plotting a clear path of entry through the enemy's heavy guard.

With perfect coordination, Type 56-1 moves the moment Type 97S throws out a grenade. The enemy forces are caught completely off balance by Type 97S' assault, and as they hesitate, Type 56-1 carves a crimson road through them.

There is no stiffness or delay in the movements of Type 56-1's new body. Weaving through a bulletstorm is precisely where it shines.

Type 97SCareful, their main force has shown up!

Before Type 56-1 can answer, the enemy's supporting bombardment rains down. One volley to stop her from advancing, one volley to keep her from retreating, and the last volley to strike Type 56-1! However, at the critical moment, Type 56-1 opens up her ammo case and throws out the backing board to block the final shot! The board is destroyed, but Type 56-1 gets room to breathe.

Type 56-1No problem! Now's the time to counterattack!

Type 56-1 reaches into her ammo case to change reload, and then she freezes.

Type 97S56-1! Why are you spacing out!?

Type 56-1No way...

When Type 56-1 sees the contents of her ammo case, she crumples to her knees.

Type 56-1AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Below that backing board, what Type 56-1 brought to the battlefield is— Shockingly enough, the case is full of zongzi. Upon hearing the explosion behind her, Type 56-1 dazedly wonders if she is on the battlefield or in the kitchen.

Type 56-1Zongzi zongzi zongzi zongzi, why is it STILL zongzi—!

Type 97SCalm down, 56-1!

Type 56-1How can I calm down? All my bullets turned into zongzi!

Type 97SBut how? Did they not fix your neural cloud when it burned out?

Type 56-1It's true! I think I spent all night practicing and my neural cloud shortcircuited and I put them in... Ahhhhh help me, I swear I'll never ask for zongzi for combat rations ever again—

Naturally, the enemy does not overlook this weakness. All the people shooting at Type 97S shift their aim and focus fire on Type 56-1. Out of ammo, Type 56-1 scoops up her ammo case and flees.

Type 97SThen what are we going to do, fall back?

Type 56-1Given my situation, I can't retreat even if I want to!

Type 97SI'll cover you!

Type 97S' great cry is accompanied by a burst of fire, which draws the attention of many enemy troops, leaving one side much more exposed than others.

Type 56-1I see it!

Just as Type 56-1 is about to flee, she pauses for a few seconds and actually runs the other way instead— That path leads straight into the midst of the enemy, and it is undoubtedly a suicidal maneuver for Type 56-1 since she's out of ammo.

Type 97SType 56-1, are you crazy!?

Type 56-1Never mind me! I'm just out of bullets! I've been starved and survived that hellish boot camp— That's me, Type 56-1!

With the focus developed through her training, it's child's play for Type 56-1 to dodge the enemy's bullets. In the blink of an eye, she's reached their leader's location and the enemy troopers can't react in time.

By the time Type 97S sees Type 56-1 again, she is dragging the enemy leader behind her, who has been tied up into a zongzi...

Type 56-1Hehe, looks like that training paid off, huh?

Type 97SCome on, I'll treat you to zongzi when we get back to Griffin!

Type 56-1Uh, how about something else...

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In this stage, you can make three moves without consuming any Action Points. Killing an enemy can reset this feature. Please strategize accordingly.本关卡中可以不消耗行动点进行3次移动，击杀任意敌人可刷新该效果，请妥善利用该特性进行攻略

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In this stage, you can make 15 moves without consuming any Action Points. Please strategize accordingly.本关卡中可以不消耗行动点进行15次移动，请妥善利用该特性进行攻略

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In this stage, you can make 16 moves without consuming any Action Points. Please strategize accordingly.本关卡中可以不消耗行动点进行16次移动，请妥善利用该特性进行攻略

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TipYou can gain more rewards from this stage by taking out enemies and opening boxes.本关卡可以通过杀敌和开箱子在胜利时获得更多奖励。

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TipYou gain different amounts of rewards from this stage depending on the CE of the enemies you eliminate.本关卡击杀不同效能的敌人在胜利时奖励数量不同。

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KalinaCommander, we've hit the jackpot this time!!!指挥官！我们这次要赚大发了！！！

KalinaCalm down?! How could I be calm about this?!让我别激动？怎么可能不激动！

KalinaSurely you remember how distressing it was the last time we balanced our account?你应该还记得上次对账的时候我们有多苦恼吧？

KalinaAnyway, back to the subject. All members of the 6th Detachment of the Border Surveillance Corps have returned to base and are now undergoing maintenance.好了，说回正题，目前边境调查团第六支队已经全部返回了基地，她们正在接受检查和维修。

KalinaAccording to our current intelligence, we have possibly discovered a bountiful area that has been deserted since the beginning of WWIII!根据目前已掌握的情报，我们很有可能发现了一片自从三战爆发后就再也没有被人涉足过的丰饶区域！

KalinaI don't even dare to imagine all the good stuff we'll find among the resources...真是不敢想里面的物资都有些什么好东西……

KalinaOf course I know it'd be a lot more dangerous than other mapped areas. You hardly need to remind me of that.当然啦，不用你提醒，我也知道里面的危险程度一定是其他已探明区域所不可比拟的。

KalinaHowever! As the fishermen say, "The rougher the waters, the fatter the fish!" The way I see it, the current state of our ledgers leaves little room for hesitation...但是！正如一位著名渔民所说，“风浪越大，鱼越肥美！” 我认为，以我们基地目前的财务情况，也没有什么好犹豫的了……

KalinaI have already made the preparations for our first exploration. Since we'll be going in blind, I have done my best to cover all the bases. Don't worry and go forth on your adventure, Commander!初次探查的准备我已经做好了，因为不知道具体情况，所以我尽量做得周全了很多，指挥官你就放心地去冒险吧！

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KalinaOne second please, Commander! I'm receiving an emergency call from M240L. She seems to have something urgent to report...指挥官，请稍等一下！我刚收到了M240L的紧急通讯，她好像有紧急的事要向你汇报……

M240LCommander, I have just completed my maintenance. I hear you have already made plans to explore the mysterious area again. I believe it is necessary to inform you of our experience in there.报告！我刚完成了检查和维修，听说您已经重新展开了对神秘区域的探查，我认为有必要告诉您我们在里面的经历。

KalinaWhat happened to you in there?里面到底发生了什么？

M240LTo tell you the truth... we are still trying to make sense of it all, because each member of the detachment remembers it differently. According to Sterling, we got lost in a set of ruins because of a malfunction in our navigation system early on, while ACR insists that we fought a mutated crocodile in the river. P290's account is even more bizarre. She says she turned into a real shadow in there...事实上……我们小队成员现在依然很混乱，因为我们每个人记得的事情都或多或少有些差异。 斯特林说，我们从一开始就因为导航故障而在一座废墟中迷路了，ACR坚持认为我们在河里和一条变异鳄鱼搏斗过，P290的说法就更离谱了，她说她在里面变成了真正的影子……

KalinaHoly smokes... It sounds almost like a fever dream...天啊……像是荒诞的梦境一样……

M240LIndeed. Sorry for getting a bit off-track. I just mean to say that something in the area seems to affect Doll memories. Time, space, and causality in there seem to defy the normal laws that dictate the outside world...是的，抱歉有些扯远了，我想说的是，里面或许存在会影响人形记忆的干扰因素。 时间、空间、事件都不能按照外面世界的常规方式去理解……

KalinaDo you understand, Commander? I'm not sure I do myself...指挥官你理解了吗？我是没有怎么听明白……

KalinaMaybe you'll only truly understand what M240L means if you experience it for yourself. So please proceed with caution.不过我认为，也许只有去走走，感受一下，才能明白M240L的意思。 那么，请你小心谨慎地继续前行吧。

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Stage Tutorial - This stage is a performance battle. Both sides will take turns performing on stage to collect points. Each performance scores 1000 by default. When the band members are in high spirits, you score 50% more points. When they are suffering from stage fright, you score 50% less points.关卡介绍：本关卡为演出对决，对决双方需要在舞台上轮流演出获得分数，每次演出的基础得分为1000，当情绪高昂时得分提高50%，陷入紧张时得分降低50%

Stage Tutorial - Your score is displayed on the left in the top right corner, while your opponents' score is displayed on the right.关卡介绍：右上角左侧分数为我方分数，右侧分数为对手分数。

Smiley Face - The performers are in high spirits. Performance points 50%, lasting for one performance turn.笑脸：情绪高昂状态：演出得分提高50%，持续一次演出。

Crying Face - The performers are suffering from stage fright. Performance points -50%, lasting for one performance turn.哭脸：陷入紧张状态：演出得分降低50%，持续一次演出。

Circle - The performer who will be performing next.圆圈：即将进行演出的对手。

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Every character's performance has a different effect. Long-press on an opponent to view their performance effect in the green box.每个人的演出都有不同的效果，可以长按对手查看对手的演出效果在青色框内。

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The venue will enter Fever state when the total score of both sides reach 10,000.当对决双方演出的总得分累计达到10000时，全场进入Fever状态

When in Fever state, scores are reset to 0, and performance points are increased by 100%. Certain characters' performance gain special effects.进入Fever状态时重新开始计数，Fever状态下，所有演出得分提高100%，部分角色的演出获得特殊效果

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