Summoning Strange Objects from Anime to Reality

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The older sister, considered a campus beauty, encountered some difficulties for certain reasons and was helped by a male classmate more than once, resulting in a romantic relationship. Then, due to family issues, she was forced into an arranged marriage with the son of a high-ranking official. Because she was very obedient and dared not disobey her elders' decision, nor dared she tell the male classmate, she could only silently marry someone she didn't love...

Forget it, there aren't that many coincidences in this world. Let's not think about it too much and eat.

At night, Chang Yun took Chang Yan out to stroll through the night market and grab some late-night snacks while they were having fun.

"Come on, second brother, it's been so long! Have a drink!"

Oh, I forgot to mention, this guy also has a very low alcohol tolerance, but he just happens to like drinking while eating barbecue.

How can you eat barbecue without drinking beer!

These are Chang Yun's original words.

Then he got drunk.

Sigh, that's why I say if you can't drink, don't drink! It's one thing to drink, but to order a whole case of beer is just asking for trouble.

Chang Yan looked at his drunken older brother with a headache. He just had to go along with him and drink a whole bottle in one go.

Uh, it's a bit bitter... As expected, I prefer soda.

"As expected of...my brother, what a man! Come on, let's have another drink!"

Chang Yun casually stuffed a sizzling, oily lamb skewer into his mouth, then took another bite.

One sip and one bottle...

"Brother, you're already drunk."

While his older brother was drinking, Chang Yan's hands never stopped, eating a skewer of lamb on the left and a skewer of grilled gluten on the right.

Ugh, this grilled gluten is terrible. It has no flavor at all. Where's the promised delicious taste? Thumbs down!

"Nonsense! I'm perfectly sober, how could I possibly be drunk! A few bottles of beer, how could they possibly get me drunk!"

How many bottles? You've only finished one bottle so far! How bad is your alcohol tolerance?!

Chang Yan glanced at the empty bottles next to him, then at the empty bottle next to Chang Yun, but still didn't say anything.

Why bother arguing with a drunk person? Sigh.

We're quite wealthy, so why don't we go to some professional barbecue restaurants and instead sit in this small shop?

Is our family really experiencing some financial difficulties lately?

"You little brat, are you looking for death?!"

Suddenly, someone next to me started yelling.

This... why do I suddenly feel like I'm the main character? I can run into trouble just by going out for a late-night snack?

But these people aren't here to cause me trouble, are they?

Did they flip my table while they were fighting, and I immediately got furious, slapped and kicked them, then waited for them to call for reinforcements, and then beat them up again?

I'm not bragging, but I could glare them dead with a single glance now. Hitting them would just dirty my hands.

"Are you going to be unreasonable? You're the ones who knocked my things to the ground."

"It was said by a young man who was somewhat angry."

"Damn, knocking down your stuff is giving you face. If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

He sounds like a hot-tempered guy who's had too much to drink.

"What's going on? Why are they arguing over there? It's so annoying that people are arguing even when we're having barbecue."

Chang Yun noticed that area at that moment and shouted loudly.

Dude, can you please keep quiet right now?

Chapter 202 Everyone except me is the protagonist

(Waaaaah, the weight I finally managed to lose has gone back... I don't want to be a couch potato anymore!)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"What the hell are you calling me?! What business is it of yours if I yell?! You little brat, let me tell you, I'm not only going to knock your stuff away, I'm going to fucking beat you up!"

Sure enough, that hot-tempered guy is hot-tempered; no matter how many people are involved, he'll argue with them all. He had just finished cursing Chang Yun when he turned on the people he'd cursed before, and in the middle of the argument, he was about to start a fight.

"Crack, clang, bang, crack!"

The sounds of hitting and banging on the table rang out instantly, and the owner of the barbecue restaurant hurriedly put down the barbecue and went inside.

They broke my things, and these guys are all in a bad mood. If I make them pay for it, they'll probably start fighting again.

"Boss, consider this compensation. Also, settle my bill and keep the change."

A short while later, a young man came out, casually stuffed a few bills into the boss's phone, and left. Judging from his voice, he wasn't the same irritable old man.

He was probably completely outmatched by this young man.

"This...that's it? I thought you were so tough after shouting so loudly, but you can't even beat a kid...Come on, bro, let's have another round~bang."

Chang Yun glanced back a few times, but couldn't see anything, so he turned back and continued to urge her to drink. As a result, he suddenly slumped onto the table, looking completely drunk.

"Your alcohol tolerance is terrible... We haven't finished our barbecue yet... Let's finish it before we leave."

Looking at the drunk guy, then at the barbecue on the table, Chang Yan thought for a moment and, without a conscience, decided to finish the food before going back. As for the drunk guy? Let him enjoy the night breeze; wasting food is not a good idea.

"Hey kid, where did that bastard who hit my little brother go?"

After a while, just as Chang Yan was about to pay the bill and leave, a man who didn't look like a good person suddenly walked up to Chang Yan, his angry tone still somewhat restrained.

"He paid the bill and ran off. He probably went that way. You should ask the others."

Chang Yan, who longed for a peaceful life, pointed to a certain road. The man nodded, asked a few diners, and then shouted a few times. A group of people rushed over in a great commotion.

Why does it feel like that young man is the real protagonist?

He carried Chang Yun's words home effortlessly; the weight of a grown man was no burden to him.

"Recently, several homicides have occurred in our city. We urge all citizens to take precautions to protect themselves and try to minimize going out at night..."

In the neighboring community, a television set playing the news was quite loud, and the content of the news caught Chang Yan's attention.

This familiar feeling that's reappearing... could it be that we're about to run into the perpetrator of that murder?

This is the familiar formula. That's right, I must be the protagonist!

Then, as Changyan said, nothing happened until he got home.

Meanwhile, a young man sat on the ground, panting, looking at the man he had knocked to the ground, and struggled to pull out his phone.

"Hello, is this the police? This is XXX Street. There was a man here who was trying to kill me with a weapon, but I have already subdued him."

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A few days later

After visiting his third uncle's house, Chang Yan heard that a comic convention was being held nearby, so he excitedly ran over there.

Anyway, the wedding banquet is still a few days away, and it's none of my business.

Even without a cosplay outfit, I'm still handsome!

As someone once said, the matter of the Lord of Darkness being unsealed has long been put aside. There's still plenty of time, so what's the rush?

Yeah, as expected of a domestic company, the scale is huge and there are so many people! Especially those selling notebooks.

"boom--"

A loud gunshot suddenly rang out.

This, this looks like a real gun.

Are they robbers or terrorists? What are they doing at a comic convention? Are they out of their minds?!

At first, people didn't react much; they just looked around blankly, not knowing what was making the sound.

But with the second shot, a group of armed men suddenly appeared and fired into the air.

“Ahhhhh——!”

"Help!!!"

"Call the police! Call the police now!"

The crowd erupted in chaos, with many screaming and trying to run away.

"Shut up, all of you! Shut up and squat down!"

A terrorist shouted and fired several shots toward the door, instantly killing several people who fell into pools of blood.

Under the threat of death, everyone crouched on the ground. Some were sobbing, some were covering their mouths, and some were secretly calling the police, only to find that the signal had suddenly disappeared.

They really are terrorists. Are they crazy? What are they doing at a comic convention?

Should I make a move now...? Never mind, weren't the government people monitoring me before? They've probably reported it by now, so I'll just stay out of it.

Even though Chang Yan had filled out the form, he could still sometimes sense someone watching him, but it was just a normal gaze, so he ignored it.

Thanks to his excellent hearing, Chang Yan clearly heard the terrorists' conversation.

"Are all the traps set?"

"Cang Yan has already taken care of it, and it should be ready soon."

"Alright, bring up a few hostages. They might not be able to stop the counter-terrorism elites, but at least they can keep the country's people on their toes. Oh, and hypnotize a few more people later and hide them inside. Strap bombs to their bodies and use them as human bombs. They'll all die eventually, but at least we can take out a few beforehand. This operation is part of Lord Ye's plan. We must wipe out the entire Dawn Squad. Success is the only option!"

"understand!"

Counter-Strike? You must be obsessed with playing CS.

Are we all going to die soon? Are there a lot of bombs planted here?

Or perhaps I should make a move.

"Sister 45, M4!"

With a shout, two young girls suddenly appeared in front of the terrorists and quickly knocked them down.

Although they were experienced soldiers, they seemed too vulnerable in the face of the combat dolls.

45 Sister? M4? Gun Girl?

What's wrong with this world? Why are the human figures from the Griffin brothel here?

"Report to the commander, mission accomplished."

Two beautiful girls nodded to a boy and began to maintain order in the venue.

Chang Yan was lost in confusion.

Why do I feel like everyone here is the main character except me?

This place is so terrifying; danger and the main character are everywhere.

Chang Yan reflected on his past behavior and suddenly realized the truth.

I seem to always be the villain! No wonder I can't show off and slap people in the face; it turns out I'm the one who gets slapped in the face!

So, should I kill this protagonist now?

Chapter 203 It's so exciting to show off and leave... Wait, did I show off?

(Guess how many main characters I wrote about in the last chapter.)

(Damn it, my computer seems to be incompatible with LuMaster. It blue screens as soon as I open it, and now I don't even know the brand and model of my RAM. To make matters worse, my RAM is only single-channel, and I don't know how to make it dual-channel. I'm such a computer novice, I feel like crying.)

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Well, this idea was just something I thought about casually.

As long as he doesn't bother me, I don't care if he brings all the human figures from the entire Griffin brothel into reality.

Damn it, why am I suddenly a little envious?

After a while, several strangely dressed soldiers, who looked like rescuers, barged in and almost got into a fight with the gun girls, but after the boy explained, they decided to fight side by side.