Otaku Translation: I Really Must Control You Now C56

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Chapter 56: The News Interview

"Phew—"

Mithra lay sprawled on the couch, her eyes fluttering open as a dull ache rippled through her limbs. She glanced around and confirmed that she was in the association's lounge. After dying in the , challengers were sent back to reality, often collapsing inside the . Most of the time, staff members carried them to the appropriate resting area. Perhaps because it was still early in the semester, not many people had ventured into the Void Domain recently, granting her the rare luxury of having a private room.

Just as she struggled to sit up, wincing from the soreness, the door creaked open, revealing an unexpected visitor.

"Hmm?" Viya asked.

"Thanks for checking on me," Mithra replied with a weak smile. "I’ll be fine after a few minutes."

She wasn’t surprised by how composed Viya seemed. Edith had already informed her about what happened—how Viya had been thrown into the abyss by the . Even if she hadn’t died from the fall, facing a frenzied Lord afterward would have surely meant death.

The sooner you die, the earlier you return, giving you more time to recover from the lingering side effects.

"So now do you understand that second-tier islands aren’t exactly our playground?" Mithra quipped. Realizing she couldn’t stand, she adjusted herself back onto the couch, sprawling out like an elegant but utterly defeated fish.

"I killed the Lord," Viya said matter-of-factly.

Mithra hummed noncommittally.

"I believe you," she said, though inwardly dismissive. She knew full well what had pierced her chest—it wasn’t any ordinary weapon; it was the wielded by the ! If Viya really killed the Informant, then who dealt the blow to her? She muttered under her breath before replying aloud, "If you’re planning to keep exploring campus, I’m afraid I won’t be joining you. Too exhausted."

"Can you promise me one thing?" Viya’s tone turned unusually serious.

The sudden gravity made Mithra straighten slightly. Hesitating, she asked, "What is it?"

"Don’t ever use again. They’re not suited for you."

Viya’s words came out firm—so firm that Mithra felt a fleeting illusion of being turned into mincemeat should she dare refuse.

"Oh… okay." Snapping out of her daze, Mithra nodded quickly. Her mind was still foggy, leaving little room for questioning why Viya would make such a demand.

"You’re better suited for ," Viya added.

Lin Qi, watching silently from behind the scenes, hoped this line of reasoning might steer Mithra toward a different path. He figured NPCs could at least contribute some crowd-control moves while he greedily delivered finishing blows himself.

"My kingdom leans more toward output," Mithra countered diplomatically.

"No. You excel at control."

Viya shot her a glance, prompting Mithra to backtrack instantly. "You're right—I’m great at control."

Viya tilted her head thoughtfully. "Want to grab something to eat? You treat."

Lin Qi pulled up his map. Instead of diving back into the Void Domain, he intended to focus on completing the —and dragging this NPC along as free labor sounded even better. The target location marked on the map was near a bar. A clever excuse could easily lure Mithra there.

Who treats whom? Mithra pondered groggily. Wait, no... It’s Viya treating me. That makes sense. Lost in her thoughts, she finally responded, "Sure, but give me three minutes. My body still feels stiff."

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As they stepped outside, the campus buzzed with activity. Another wave of returning students filled the pathways, chatting animatedly in groups. Even the forest trails had sprouted pairs of young lovers holding hands.

"By the way," Viya began suddenly, breaking the silence, "do you know where the is?"

"I think there’s one on the outer ring, but it’s rarely visited. Do you follow the Deity of Cycles?" Mithra asked curiously.

While Rothesia’s dominant faith revolved around the , other beliefs persisted quietly. Still, she never imagined Viya would align herself with such obscure doctrines.

"More or less," Viya replied vaguely.

Mr. Yog, could faith truly be shrugged off so casually? Viya didn’t even know how to react internally anymore. After all, she couldn’t accuse a deity of taking belief so lightly, could she?

"Excuse me!" A petite girl wearing a cap and plaid jacket abruptly blocked their path. Her nametag read Sheila Bright, identifying her as a student journalist.

"Do you have a moment?" Sheila asked earnestly.

Mithra offered a polite smile, knowing Viya preferred solitude and thus naturally took the lead in conversation.

"What is it?"

"I’m from Group Three of the school newspaper. Here’s my ID. Could I take just a bit of your time for a quick interview? Don’t worry—it’ll be fast!"

"The topic relates to recent online discussions about both of you," Sheila explained, enunciating each word with exaggerated clarity.

"I don’t mind," Mithra shrugged, "but my friend probably—"

"I’ll do it," Viya interjected.

This was practically a free reputation boost, Lin Qi realized.

"...Probably won’t say no," Mithra smoothly amended. "She’s quite enthusiastic about these things."

"Thank you!" Sheila bowed slightly, pulling out a small notebook and biting off the pen cap to scribble furiously.

"Ms. Viya, some forum users claim you’re not human but rather a creature from the Void Domain infiltrating humanity. What are your thoughts on this humorous rumor?"

"Acceptance."

Sheila jotted down the response.

[Ms. Viya Fanyar personally confirmed the validity of this topic, expressing disdain for it.]

"Ms. Viya, opinions vary regarding your swordsmanship technique. Some call it flashy yet impractical, while others praise its depth. Care to comment?"

"It’s simple. Move the wooden sword, then smash it onto the enemy’s head."

Hearing this, Sheila flushed red but continued writing diligently.

[Ms. Viya Fanyar views swordsmanship as straightforward. Failure to grasp it reflects personal inadequacy.]

"Ms. Viya, video footage of your performance at has reportedly sold for per copy. Any thoughts?"

How much? Sixty silver coins?! Lin Qi did a double-take, mentally calculating the value. Ignoring the additional rewards from the female student, the Old Fire Gang raid yielded only two or three silver coins—and that was assuming every corpse dropped loot, which he doubted would happen often in this game.

That meant one video equaled roughly thirty Old Fire Gangs—or nearly a thousand cultist lives!

Was inflation really spiraling this fast?

"Will selling these videos earn me royalties?" Viya asked bluntly.

"I’ll look into it!" Sheila assured her, scribbling away.

[Ms. Viya Fanyar demands taxation from all who profit off recordings of her wielding a sword.]

"Next question..." Sheila pressed, peppering Viya with queries. Each answer was brief, yet far from disappointing. In fact, Sheila grew increasingly thrilled. Short responses left ample room for editorial flair.

By the end, Sheila radiated excitement, clearly pleased with her findings. Flipping to a fresh page, she turned her attention to Mithra.

"Ms. Mithra, rumors suggest your unusually high exam scores stem from connections with ..."

"Anonymous source?" Mithra narrowed her eyes.

"Yes!"

Figures... Mithra sighed inwardly. She could hunt down whoever spread the rumor, but it hardly seemed worth the effort. With a touch of humor, she replied, "Well, if Father held so much power, wouldn’t it be simpler to grant me a diploma outright?"

"Understood!" Sheila scribbled furiously, then tucked the notebook away—a move that puzzled Mithra.

"Aren’t you going to ask more questions?"

"I’ve covered everything!"

Sheila reopened her notebook, reviewed it briefly, and nodded confidently.

So apparently, the only noteworthy aspect of my life worthy of an interview revolves around accusations of nepotism...

Mithra felt a faint twinge of irony creep over her.