MGSFV?! Chapter 331. Griseo Is One of the Fla-Chasers Too
The players' emotions were still brewing.
Or rather, the sudden return to the battlefield interface made them pause before venting the surge inside.
That didn't an they wouldn't be venting sothing else in a few minutes.
Back to the story—
Ti in the ga had returned to the present.
And the Herrscher of Corruption now understood what had happened earlier.
"So that's what it was?"
"So even though it looked strange… that 'Kosma' from before… was actually his real self."
"And yet he says he's not soone who speaks one way and thinks another..."
She said this, then turned to Griseo and asked, "But Griseo, if you already knew all this... why would you still appear before ?"
"Aren't you afraid of letting his efforts go to waste? Kosma... stayed behind precisely so you wouldn't have to sacrifice yourself."
Griseo replied softly, "Because I... cannot leave."
Her reason for staying was also her final decision.
"You're right, I shouldn't have asked—because the answer is too obvious."
The Herrscher of Corruption changed her tone: "If Kosma could see this, I'm sure he'd be comforted."
"The Radiant Light he inherited from Ato… hasn't it already been passed on?"
Now she was sighing as if she felt so kind of deep empathy, but never once did she reflect on why things had co to such an irreversible point.
Players imdiately started screaming internally in their beautiful native tongues.
Comforted? Comforted your ass! Who are you to feel comforted?!
They were already seething from the earlier plot developnts.
And this Herrscher still had the nerve to comnt on Kosma's sacrifice? Comforted???
How were they supposed to hold back now?!
Blood pressure, once again, soaring—courtesy of the Herrscher of Corruption.
Yet she remained blissfully oblivious, showing no sign that she saw anything wrong with her actions.
"Well then... little Griseo."
"I'll take his place… and take good care of you."
That was the final straw.
The crowd of players couldn't hold it anymore—fingers flying toward their keyboards, ready to let loose a torrent of furious, scathing comnts.
But—
Their hands froze mid-air.
Because...
"Kosma's decision... truly fills with regret."
"So please, Griseo… promise you won't do anything that would make sad too."
As soon as she finished speaking, the ga cut back to the combat screen.
The player-controlled character was still the Herrscher of Corruption.
And standing across from them—
Was Griseo???
They recalled the last fight against Kosma, and their expressions instantly twisted.
Then, instinctively—ESC. They hit the pause nu.
?????
Scriptwriter, are you out of your mind??
How could you do this???
Earlier—
Sakura's sacrifice? It was tragic, but they accepted it.
Kosma's sacrifice? A willing and honorable death—they gritted their teeth and bore it.
But now—now you want them to personally have the Herrscher of Corruption attack Griseo???
Their ntal state completely collapsed.
[This is psychological torture layered on top of murder. My blood pressure's at its limit.]
[Congratulations, scriptwriter. You've finally gone all out. You're now worthy of being taken out.]
[What's the point of playing anymore?! I'm uninstalling Honkai—...damn, no I can't, I still need to bring Elysia ho. Ugh. This hurts. It really hurts.]
…
"You actually… really did it…"
Mobius looked toward Hokuto, visibly shaken.
"If you can't go through with this, Dr. Mobius, feel free to switch out… or let handle it. After all… everyone keeps saying the scriptwriter has no heart," Hokuto replied slowly and with crystal clarity.
"...Hmph."
Mobius hesitated briefly, then scoffed.
"I don't believe it… maybe this is just a bluff."
She hovered her finger over the attack key, but at the last mont, instinctively pulled back.
Realizing her own hesitation, she forcefully stiffened her expression and gently pressed the button.
In-ga, under her control—
The Herrscher of Corruption loosed an arrow that struck Griseo dead-on.
To the left, the Herrscher's corruption ter rose: 1 "Joy."
Mobius: "...???"
Crack—
Her grip on the device tightened audibly.
"..."
"Dr. Mobius?"
Hokuto glanced at Mobius' hand, noting her pale fingers from the excessive force. Quietly, he scooted his seat a little farther away.
Thankfully, the situation didn't spiral further.
Mobius squinted at the screen for a long mont before turning her gaze toward the stream overlay.
She happened to catch sight of Griseo and Kosma—still chatting off-screen.
"Kosma, everyone… what's going on? The mood… it's a little strange… Wasn't Kosma doing great? Why does everyone seem so upset?"
"Griseo… it's not about Kosma's performance," Kosma faltered, "it's because…"
"Because?"
Griseo tilted her head, earnestly waiting for an answer.
Kosma opened his mouth, but no words ca out.
He could only glance helplessly toward Elysia, standing nearby.
"..."
Elysia saw his silent plea for help, paused to think, then gently clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.
"Everyone, maybe… it's best not to act too strangely around Griseo right now."
"After all, it might affect her…"
She paused, then added, "If you have sothing to say, wait until the stream ends and talk to him afterward…"
Upon hearing that, several people nodded in agreent.
"She's right. No need to bring this up in front of the child… Also, I still want to hear what Elysia has to say…"
The tense atmosphere gradually eased.
Mobius also looked away from the screen.
Elysia had a point.
Griseo was the type to be deeply affected by others' emotions.
Mobius took a deep breath and relaxed her grip on the controller.
She looked like she was ready to continue the story.
But before she could resu—
"So… this is Griseo's decision? Not wanting to hide behind the 'grown-ups' anymore?"
She posed a question.
"...She's one of the Fla-Chasers," Hokuto replied.
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