OLD-WORLD EXTRA

Chapter 293: Drowning Sisters

Chapter 293: Drowning Sisters

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As a man who had more or less never touched this side of the network, all of that disgusting drivel fried his mind, but he didn't stop reading the replies.

He wanted to know what his sister got herself into.

{None of those words are in our holy texts... Be better OP.}

{Damn, the fuck is this? Did you just skip to this chapter and base the whole story on it? Are you that much of an edge lord? Anyways thanks for describing yourself.}

{Bro is self-projecting.}

{Judging by the dislikes OP got and all the reply comments... I'm sorry to inform you of this OP but... You need to properly think about your actions.}

{LMAO, here you are, commenting about the MC when the story isn't about the MC. Imagine getting angry at a burger joint not serving steak. Be better bitch, instead of trying to be an intellectual that uses buzzwords.}

{Bro is compensating.}

{Everyone, whenever you think about the UEF possibly implementing democracy, remember, guys like this would vote.]

{Huh? Democracy? Don't bring politics into this! And you, the little shit talking about holy texts. You think you're better than us? Go copy your priests and touch some kids.}

{Anyone say kids? Where they...}

'Nope.'

Emir stopped reading that reply, giving up on that thread, his eyebrows twitching rapidly.

He let out a sigh, calmed himself, and looked at another review.

{Anyone keep getting this ad? There's this fag that keeps saying:

"Here in my garage, just bought this cruiser, it's been fun driving it down there in the wasteland but do you know what I like a lot more than that? Knowledge!"

And it's so fucking annoying! I've gotten this same ad a million times! Like why is my shit flooded by NetWeavers only on this Nettoon? I've installed a better VPN! I bet the author is doing that shit! Zero stars!}

'Another.'

{It's so sad Daran died of ligma.}

{Who the hell is Daran?}

{Lick my balls.}

'That...'

Though confused by the joke, rather by the delivery of it, he continued on to another review.

{How to coup:

Make the economy scream in destruction.

Spread your name, and obtain a solid reputation.

The easiest way to obtain a reputation is by attacking a main base of operations and then advertising in the interviews. Give them the play-by-play, exaggerate a little, stand out from the other war criminals in your area.

Gonna make the One General play? Try to make it while the incumbent is away.

Get military bigwigs and friends in high places, mainly spies.

Go fast or go home on coup day.

It's no war, you have to stab the giant right in the heart and twist the blade. Go for the kill of everything at once.}

'Not bad advice... It needs a few edits though.'

{If you are reading this comment your parents will die within 5 years. To undo this curse you need to copy this and paste it on 5 other comics.}

'Kids believe stuff like this?...Sad.'

Emir then checked out another... and another... and another... and another...

The reviews weren't reviews.

They never talked about the Nettoon they were under.

'Hm...'

He was officially beaten.

Beaten by words that came from basement dwellers.

He cared for this Nettoon no longer.

Lily could read whatever; he didn't have a problem with it anymore.

Rather, he simply didn't know and didn't wish to know.

So he deleted all that from his memory and returned his attention to Olivia, his eyes fluttering

open.

"Thanks, and don't tell her about this, yeah?"

Olivia hesitantly nodded.

"...Of course, but how did you check it so fast?"

"So you're the new president?"

Emir asked, ignoring her question entirely.

She didn't mind that, or at least that was what her face indicated.

"Yep, I've taken the mantle off a second year; some might say that I forced it off him, but I beg to differ; he only used that room to play around anyways."

"Suuure..."

Olivia snapped her head at him.

"What?! I'm not lying!"

He snickered.

"And I'm not saying that you are."

"But you're implying it."

"Anyways... Sofia sent a request to join yet?"

She tried to hide her surprise but failed as her pupils widened, something that he caught on

to.

So instead of attempting the impossible again, she honestly stuttered out:

"Y-yes, but I'm going to reject her."

"Right."

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They looked at each other in silence.

Emir was deadpan, while Olivia was nervous.

It was obvious what she wanted, but he wasn't planning to give her that chance.

So they remained quiet, as she timidly waited for him to ask her why.

And finally, he broke that stalemate with a laugh.

'She's fun to tease... but I'm running out of time.'

He had entertained himself enough; now it was time to get serious.

"Olivia, I'll repeat what your parents told you since the day you were born. You're talented.

Much more than Sofia-"

"NO!"

Not wanting to listen, she quickly covered her ears, and fortunately for her, she could block out his words, which was quite unlike a certain brother's situation.

'Pathetic...'

Although he knew of their 'story' beforehand, he was still disappointed in her reaction.

An older sister, plagued by guilt, didn't work on her talents, which led her to join the theoretical course at the Academy, but the results weren't any different.

She still excelled and was the person everyone admired.

The younger, while talented in her own right, couldn't compare to the older, no matter what

she did, no matter how many hours she practiced, and no matter how much blood she spilled.

Despite her relentless efforts, her sister's shadow appeared impossible to escape.

And to her, it seemed impossible indeed.

Sofia chased after Olivia since birth; she was obsessed, and that didn't change...

Even now.

Her wanting to join the student council was nothing but the same old circumstance.

The allure was just another manifestation of her desperate quest for recognition. A reflection of her enduring need to prove herself in the shadow of her sister's brilliance. To carve out a place for herself in the same limelight her sister hogged ever so naturally.

Yet... Olivia knew-she knew deep down that Sofia would never be able to bathe in that light.

So she always ran away, afraid of hurting her sister more than she already did, but Sofia wasn't about to allow that; like a masochist, she chased and got hurt.

And the more she chased, the deeper into the ocean they got. Meaning that Sofia wasn't the

only one getting hurt...

Both sisters were drowning.

This continued and would continue till the time fate would bring Arthur to Sofia, breaking her

out of that cycle.

It was 'written' that the two Rangers would fight and that the younger would lose, but in a

twist of fate, Arthur's encouragement would win Sofia a match.

"Ahem..."

Emir struggled to stop himself from laughing out loud, stopping his 'scroll' through the

'novel.'

Funny was the only way to describe how she won that match.

Why? Because the son of fortune was the cause, for his 'wheel' allowed Sofia to get lucky and

land a once-missing hit.

Such a scenario wouldn't happen this time around, however.

The professor would do his job and make a soldier out of the green chick, allowing her a real

win, allowing her to bathe in the true limelight.

"Fine, fine I won't talk about that, so listen up." Olivia nodded and then slowly brought her hands down.

"Um... what is it?"

"Well, it's..."