She already knew that Brandon White had joined a communication platform created by a great existence—one that spanned across all the myriad worlds, even connecting to characters from anime universes. She had also prepared herself for the possibility that Brandon might one day ask them for certain things.
For example: food in a world plagued by famine; technology in a world still backward; various necessities from realms in need.
But a Shining Rod? Devil Fruit replicas? Armor Summoners? Angel figurines?
What on earth could he do with those?
Collect them?
This wasn't what they had expected at all!
She vividly remembered the dumbfounded expressions of her superiors when she reported these requests. Some even began worrying about Brandon's mental state.
In the end, she had convinced herself to believe. Something she never would have accepted before the revival of spiritual energy—something nearly impossible—she now took as fact. Because of this, Brandon's importance in their eyes rose yet another level.
Afterward, she even made Firewing a promise: that within Huaxia's borders, if Brandon ever wanted anything—if he ever wished to do something—so long as it didn't break the law, it would be permitted.
In short: as long as he wants it, and as long as we have it, it's his.
And yet…
Firewing found herself increasingly unable to understand Brandon's choices.
These were just anime-inspired figurines. Other than as collectibles, they were utterly useless. No matter how exquisite, they couldn't possibly become real!
Wait. Hold on.
Could it be…? No, that's ridiculous!
Her thoughts turned again to Brandon's earlier words: that anime and manga were creations of humans, and humans themselves were part of nature—therefore, he could bring objects from those worlds into reality.
Of course, he had only said it as a joke, later attributing things like Susanoo and the Mangekyō Sharingan to the great existence who created the platform.
Naturally, Firewing had believed him.
After all, she couldn't bring herself to think Nature truly had such power.
But now, doubt gnawed at her again.
Not doubt about whether Brandon had joined that great existence's platform—of that, she had no question. But doubt about whether Brandon had hidden from them his true ability to materialize items from anime and manga worlds into reality.
Otherwise, why would he want these things at all?
"Comrade Firewing, you know me."
One of her subordinates spoke with a serious expression. "As much as I love this stuff, more than Devil Fruit replicas, Ultraman changers, or Armor Summoners, what I really want is a meticulously crafted, life-size figure of Boa Hancock, Hinata, or Robin."
"…What? Reality's women can't stir your imagination anymore?"
Firewing stared at him with undisguised disgust.
"Exactly," the subordinate replied solemnly.
"…."
"Enough. Just get back to work," Firewing waved him away, unwilling to waste another word.
This staff member from the Bureau of Spiritual Energy had always been obsessed with the two-dimensional world. Rumor had it his dorm room walls were plastered with anime heroines, and not even his teacups, keyboards, or clothes were spared from the fandom.
You're not just obsessed with anime—you've practically abandoned reality. I'm embarrassed for you!
After dismissing him, Firewing shook her head and called to have Brandon's requested items delivered as quickly as possible.
Then she rose and left.
There was no point staying behind; she might as well go and ask Brandon directly why he wanted these things.
Would he answer? She thought he might. Lately, Brandon seemed to have changed—he no longer cared about leaking information that they regarded as crucial.
Like the platform, for instance. If she were the one who had joined, she would never have told anyone.
At first, Brandon seemed to think the same. But something had shifted. He seemed to have come to some realization, and now he no longer cared.
Since the Bureau's offices weren't far from Brandon's villa, Firewing arrived quickly.
And the moment she stepped inside—she froze.
There was a woman. A woman?
"You're here," Brandon said calmly, glancing at the stunned Firewing standing in the doorway as though she had seen the impossible. Then he returned to what he was doing.
"You… she…"
Firewing pointed at the woman in the red crop top, then looked back at Brandon in utter confusion.
What the hell?
Where had this woman come from?
Of all places, why here—why at Brandon's?
"Please come in, Sister Firewing," the woman said sweetly.
"Brother Brandon is busy right now."
Dazed by the greeting, Firewing stumbled inside almost against her will.
Even after sitting down, she couldn't figure it out. Why was there suddenly a woman here with Brandon?
Could it be… Brandon was already at that age?
Senior year of high school—it wouldn't be strange.
But then, why was she calling him "Brother Brandon"? Shouldn't it be "younger brother" instead?
A cougar relationship?
And wait—why did her outfit look so familiar? And the more Firewing looked at her face, the more she thought it resembled the young actress Shu Chang…
"You are…?" Firewing asked uncertainly.
"I'm the Huaxia Brand 2060 Smartphone—Silly Girl," the woman replied obediently. "I was created by Brother Brandon."
"…Silly Girl? Holy shit!"
Firewing couldn't stop herself. A curse slipped out.
Of course she'd seen Magic Mobile Phone. It had aired on CCTV back then, and it had been fairly popular.
She remembered always wishing she could have a phone like Silly Girl.
Later, she often joked that if 2060 came and there was still no such phone, she'd sue the screenwriter and director.
With the revival of spiritual energy, technology had advanced so rapidly that maybe Silly Girl would one day become real. Sure, other functions were possible—but time travel? Never.
Yet here she was.
Here, in Brandon's villa, stood Silly Girl. A real, living Magic Mobile Phone!
"She… she didn't come from the Magic Mobile Phone world, did she? Was it Lu Xiaoqian? What did you give him, for him to hand his wife over to you?"
Firewing stared at Brandon in shock.
"No. I made her myself," Brandon answered evenly, his hands never pausing in their work.
When he finished, a smile spread across his face.
"Done."
He set the figurine upright.
Firewing stepped closer, curious—and then she froze again.
A round head. Blue-and-white skin. A golden bell around its neck. A white pocket on its stomach.
"Doraemon? The blue chubby cat?"
Her impression of this anime was deeper than even Naruto or One Piece. But why had Brandon made a Doraemon model?
Could it be—just as she suspected—he was trying to bring Doraemon into reality?
The thought made her eyes burn with heat, her chest tight with anticipation.
Because it was Doraemon!
Anyone who had ever watched Doraemon—the lovable, adorable robot cat—would find it impossible to resist wanting one of their own.
(End of Chapter)