My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit

Chapter 415 - 323: Otherworld Edition Prometheus

Old Barak might have heard of the term "cosplay convention" in a barrage of online comments, but it’s unlikely he’s understood much about it.

He initially thought this place was supposed to be a settlement for their group of Otherworldly People, but after arriving here...

All kinds of flamboyant and strange cosplays appeared before the two of them. Although the official convention was to be held tomorrow, Saturday, just today’s preview had already stopped them in their tracks.

What’s with the girl wrapped entirely in bandages over there?

Why is such a large group of people wearing the same clothing?

And why does everyone over there have brightly colored hair, with hairstyles looking as bizarre as seafood, holding weird weapons and talking about "monster summoning"?

There are also many people in tight suits, and the transparency and fit make them seem like bizarre body paintings.

And that...

Old Barak’s eyes bulged like brass bells because he saw a group of "Ultraman" in suits gathered on a platform, taking turns taking photos with some who looked like green-headed flies or beetle-headed suit folks.

Old Barak didn’t quite recognize the green-headed fly or beetle-suited people, but the Ultraman suits made his eyes go wide instantly.

Alola, seeing her grandfather like this, painfully covered her forehead.

Meanwhile, Old Deng couldn’t help but blend in with the suited people, which surprised everyone there.

"A photo, a photo!" Old Barak said, taking out his phone.

From this time, Xue Dili had taught him quite a bit about the phone, at least fully learning how to use the camera, so he immediately took out his phone.

The cosplayers at the tokusatsu set were very dedicated and also very interested in this foreign-looking old gentleman.

Old Barak completely forgot about his granddaughter, Alola? Not familiar. He blended right in with the suited folks.

"Old Sir, who are you cosplaying as? Geralt? Or Gandalf?" asked a person in a Sai Luo suit.

"Huh? What?" Old Barak didn’t understand.

"Hey, maybe he doesn’t know, it’s possible that the old sir wasn’t cosplaying a fixed character, but dressing up as something like an Irish Ranger, just like the Jinyi Guard over there." Another "Zeta" pointed to a large group in brocade spring saber flying fish suits.

This made others suddenly realize, and they began to inspect Old Barak’s cloth armor and the lug-like greatsword on his back. Although both parties weren’t on the same page, Old Barak happily boasted about the greatsword on his back.

From afar, Alola looked speechlessly at her grandfather already mingling with the suited people, feeling utterly hopeless.

She glanced around at some of the still-under-construction platforms and the many strange crowds. She felt this certainly wasn’t a "Otherworldly People gathering place," but rather a place where drama actors gathered.

In her view, these strange people were like opera actors.

Next, what gave her more of a headache was seeing her grandfather, dissatisfied with just taking photos with the suited people, began taking off his clothes and swapping his gold-encrusted greatsword with others’ suits.

He even got a Tiga suit.

Alola: "..."

Before long, having swapped gear, Old Barak successfully put on the Tiga suit. At this moment, he excitedly approached Alola and shouted, "Alola, look, look, this is Tiga! Isn’t Grandpa cool! Take more photos for Grandpa! Come on, hurry, take out your phone!"

While striking a pose for the Zepellion Ray attack.

Alola: "..."

The veins on her forehead throbbed, and her eye twitched constantly as if she had high blood pressure.

She’s exhausted, just destroy it all, quickly.

...

Xue Family Bridge Village, at Xue Dili’s home.

"I’m back..." Xue Dili called out.

And the Little Flower Fairy sitting on his shoulder said, "I’m back! Sister Linglong!"

In an instant, the Little Dragon Lady, who seemed to have just been asleep on the sofa, sprang up and headbutted into Xue Dili’s arms, saying, "Daddy, is this a sister?"

"Yeah..." Xue Dili felt that the silly child’s strength had grown.

Now a headbutt made Xue Dili’s ribs cry out in anguish.

"Wow, sister, so tiny!" The Little Dragon Lady immediately picked up the Little Flower Fairy and happily spun around, then went to the sofa to share her snacks and toys.

The aunt, who’s cooking, also saw the palm-sized Little Flower Fairy, much smaller than the nymphs of Olympus, looking like she was entirely made of petals, and felt amazed.

"Is this Xue Lingshu?" the aunt asked, though she had already arrived at the conclusion in her heart.

"Yes, I didn’t expect her transformation would leave her so small. I thought she’d be as big as the Little Dragon Lady, but this works; no need to clear a spare room for her to stay," Xue Dili said slowly, watching the Little Dragon Lady fiddle with the TV remote to change the channel.

The household grew larger, but Xue Dili’s home was quite spacious, a three-story rural home with over 200 square meters of yard space, each floor with three or four rooms, and the third floor could accommodate many more people if tidied up.

Many in the village would convert their home plots into multiple rooms to rent out, but Xue Dili wasn’t interested. He didn’t lack money and didn’t like strangers in his home.