Master of Kaidan
Chapter 135 Bakerland’s Streets

Chapter 135: Chapter 135 Bakerland’s Streets

"Done, done, done..."

Hearing the ambulance siren in her ears, Feng Xue stuffed the change into her wallet and disappeared into the crowd.

Feeling the steadfast "Demon" label as usual, Feng Xue muttered discontentedly. In Saint Luotan City, she just needed to wait for the ATM to be dragged away to soon see large amounts of "Identity" credited to her account. But in Bakerland, she had sent more than twenty ATMs in ambulances, yet still there was no gain.

"Is it really because Bakerland’s ambulances aren’t expensive enough, or because of the national conditions, this kind of behavior isn’t seen as ’demonic’, and so I won’t get any ’Identity’ until a new label coalesces?"

Pondering this in her mind, Feng Xue felt maybe she should change her approach. Even though the "Demon" label can’t be dropped, she should also try to create some new urban myths.

However, urban myths weren’t easy to start, even if they sound simple. Just as rankings are defined before Kaidan, "Rumors" must undergo enough trials to gradually "Awaken" into "Anomalies", and only then can they become widely shared Kaidan.

But in the end, most rumors remain just rumors. In the information age, new trends pop up daily, and countless old ones fade. Crafting a story sensational enough to cause a stir and linger is clearly no simple task.

The number of people on the internet dreaming of becoming internet celebrities is immense, and nearly every outrageous act has been pulled off, but only a tiny fraction truly get hot. Of that fraction, most will fade rapidly into obscurity.

To be extreme, someone even did the nauseating act of swimming in a septic tank, famous to a degree that dwarfs Ol’ Eight, happening much earlier as well. But when it comes to crap-talk, many still think of Ol’ Eight. Meme culture is strange like that; its spread doesn’t solely depend on one’s status or fame, nor on the outrageousness of their actions. Sometimes, a casual boast can inexplicably ignite interest far and wide, whereas others may obsess about hitting the headlines yet never achieve it.

Even within the familiar domestic environment this is true, let alone in the alien Victoria where Feng Xue currently found herself.

Without mincing words, her knowledge of the country was limited to fish and chips, stargazing, a possibly fictitious gender-bent King Arthur, Sir Newton who was often upturned in his coffin but actually living in an urn, a certain queen with unending longevity who managed to die before her, the relentlessly scandalous MI-X, Hogwarts School buses from platform nine and three-quarters, and the absurdly alive 007.

As for local customs and practices, she knew basically nothing. Trying to come up with a popular Kaidan in such a foreign place seemed a bit far-fetched.

After skulking near children to hand out a Secret Manual, which almost brought the police, Feng Xue slunk down two streets and found a street-corner café. She ordered a cappuccino and sat by an outdoor stall, listening silently to the passing conversations hoping to find inspiration.

Unfortunately, even though the Translation Tuber allows him to easily understand what people are saying, as someone who doesn’t even watch British shows, most dialogues were just isolated words he could understand, but strung together, he had no clue what they meant.

"It really comes down to bad luck. If this door led to the Eastern Country, none of this would be a problem!" Feng Xue took a bitter sip of her coffee and sighed heavily. In Eastern Country, where Kaidan culture inherently existed, she wouldn’t just play Kaidan; she could instantly blend into the otaku community and, foreseeing trends, play with memes. If all else failed, she could drift through anime conventions, leaving behind an urban legend of a "super-accurate cosplayer."

But upon reflection, she thought perhaps she was being overly optimistic. After all, in the Eastern Country, there were organizations monopolizing entire residential areas.

Setting aside everything else, just the name "Hundred Tales" suggested a deep connection with Eastern Country’s Kaidan. After years of cultivation, her efforts would likely be noticed by them almost immediately. A group that monopolizes residential areas would unsurprisingly control much of the Real World’s foundation.

As for the idea of flying to Yan Country, she dismissed it after toying with the thought in her mind.

After all, he really didn’t know the true thoughts of the Yan Country officials, and he hadn’t even had direct communication with them. It was impossible for him to bet his destiny on such matters, and before that, how he would board an airplane without an ID card was also a problem that could not be ignored.

"Boom!" An explosion accompanied by thick smoke rose from afar. Feng Xue sighed. Although he wasn’t certain, he was about eighty percent sure that this was probably another mess created by a colleague who had come with him.

"Sigh, it would be nice if I could be so decisive." Feng Xue shook his head, glancing at the owl toy in the shop window across the street, suddenly coming up with an idea.

...

"Arrest arrest arrest arrest~~~~~"

The urgent wail of police sirens echoed through the streets. Feng Xue stood in a dark alley by the roadside, the corners of his mouth twitching incessantly—

"This is not what we agreed on, dammit!"

To be precise, Feng Xue hadn’t done much else in the past two days. He had merely used the sponsorship of an ATM buddy to get a batch of parchment, then written a dozen or so letters in beautiful cursive. He sealed them in pretty envelopes and delivered them to carefully selected residents’ homes. The content of the letters was quite simple—

"Dear Mr./Ms. xx:

"We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to study at Hogwarts School of Magic. Enclosed is a list of the necessary books and equipment.

"The school term is set to begin on September 1st. We await your owl by July 31st with your reply.

"Deputy Headmistress

"Mirva McGraw"

...

And the result of doing this was immediate—just after sending a few letters, the police arrived—

The families that received the letters actually called the police!

"Come on, even if they didn’t believe it, shouldn’t this be something to chat about with neighbors? At worst, it’s just an ordinary prank! Why would they call the police?"

Watching the police presence visibly increase on the streets, Feng Xue really couldn’t understand what about his actions warranted police attention. In the end, he could only conclude it was due to an overreaction from residents caused by his "colleagues" committing too many crimes lately.

It wasn’t until the next day, when he saw a notice on the community bulletin board, that...