Chapter 2: The Birth of EeDeChi

Three days later.

NeeRongPing once again arrived at NeeDePing's courtyard.

NeeDePing, who was currently massaging his neck sore from five hours of World of Warcraft the night before, called out to the middle of the small courtyard upon seeing him, "Come out and meet the old chief of the National Radio and Television Administration. He is the one who endowed you with will."

From the magic altar in the center, a humanoid phantom shimmered into existence, radiating golden light.

The figure had starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows, exuding a resolute justice. Their eyes were bright and piercing. On their back, they carried a three-foot heavy sword of mysterious steel. They wore a tailored black suit and a gold-plated pen was clipped over their chest pocket.

NeeRongPing gazed at the imposing figure cloaked in a loose Chinese tunic suit, which barely concealed a robust chest, and a face that blended valor with handsomeness, making his head spin and his vision whirl, almost causing him to collapse to the ground.

"Wait... why... why is it a girl? And a... a young girl!"

"Isn't it trendy nowadays to design them in the form of beautiful young girls? I've made some modifications, incorporating my own magic to enhance her charm attributes!" NeeDePing quickly supported the trembling, unstable NeeRongPing, somewhat sheepishly explaining, "But rest assured, she absolutely embodies the will and conviction of the National Radio and Television Administration, that much is genuine."

NeeDePing then commanded the phantom girl, "Perform a set of sword techniques for the old chief to see!"

Upon hearing the command, the girl withdrew the long, heavy sword from behind and began executing a series of sword movements swift as a storm, while vocally expressing powerful chants:

"To ask why we fight... is to ask why the leaves fall. It is in their nature. Perhaps, there is a better question. Why do we fight? To protect Home, and Family... To preserve Balance, and bring Harmony. For my kind, the true question is: What is worth fighting for?"

After reciting the poem and completing the sword dance, the girl sheathed her sword and stood proudly atop the magic altar.

"Is this poem her own creation?" NeeRongPing, looking at the young girl, asked NeeDePing with a puzzled look.

"Um... Yes, this poem is a spontaneous expression of her spirit during a moment of inspiration!" NeeDePing hastily fibbed, concerned about his brother's health.

"That so? Well, not bad at all," said NeeRongPing, his initially shocked expression softening as he was supported by his brother.

He admired the short-haired young girl's upright posture, growing more fond of her. From her, he could feel an aura that would not tolerate any disdain or crookedness, a vigorous integrity.

This young girl truly was the incarnation of the National Radio and Television Administration's will!

NeeDePing added, "She possesses three artifacts, all forged from the will of the bronze seal."

The girl raised the heavy mysterious steel sword she carried on her back, while NeeDePing explained, "This mysterious steel sword is named 'Delete.' The gold-plated pen pinned on her chest is called 'Modify,' and she also carries a bronze seal named 'Ban.'"

Suddenly, the clear sky began to cloud over, and amidst thunder and flashes of golden light, a tear opened in the dark clouds revealing a staircase like one crafted from blue crystal. This transparent, azure staircase descended from the clouds directly to the ground, leading to the magic altar.

Looking up into the sky through the opening, one could faintly see an ancient Western European-style farmhouse.

The short-haired girl turned and ascended the steps toward the opening.

"Where is she going? Is her power sufficient?" NeeRongPing asked, watching her like a father viewing his daughter set out alone for the first time to a distant city, a trace of worry crossing his mind.

"She's off to transform those worlds of fantasy that are contrary to ethical human values. Don't worry, even though she cannot become the strongest in another's world, she remains one of the strongest... After all, she embodies decades of the National Radio and Television Administration's will and conviction," NeeDePing said, shading his eyes with his hand as he looked towards the swirling clouds in the portal, "She's headed to a world whose protagonist is named... Ainz Ooal Gown."

"That's wonderful," NeeRongPing said as he watched the brave young girl ascend the transparent blue steps, reminiscing about the successive chiefs and members of the old National Radio and Television Administration who, undaunted by the world's criticism and slander, banned and amended various perverse and evil influences with steadfast resolve.

He pushed NeeDePing away, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted up into the airy staircase to the gallant young girl, "Go forth and let our will permeate through heaven and earth!"

The girl turned and saluted smartly, her legs together and her hand raised to her brow: "Mission will be accomplished!"