Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there were two holy knights: Elaro and Hungri. They had once been great friends, but a rivalry had grown between them, fueled by their desire to make their respective teachers proud.

Elaro had been waiting for years for his story to continue, longing to be the hero once again like in the good old days. But day after day went by and he found himself feeling more and more overlooked and underutilized.

One day, as he sat in his chambers, he heard the sound of a distant trumpet, and a message arrived: the land was in peril, and the people needed a hero.

Elaro’s heart swelled with excitement. This was his chance to shine, to prove his worth and show the world what he was truly capable of. With his sword and shield in hand, he set out onto the road, eager to make his teacher Grisia proud.

As he traveled, he encountered many obstacles and challenges, facing fierce monsters and deadly traps. But he persevered and fought with all his might, determined to prove his worth to the world and to his teacher.

Meanwhile, Hungri had received the same message and was on his way to the same place, eager to make his teacher Lesus proud. Elaro and Hungri had not spoken in years, but their paths would soon cross again.

Finally, Elaro arrived at the heart of the darkness, where the source of the chaos lay. He gritted his teeth and charged forward, his sword gleaming in the dim light. But just as he was about to strike the final blow, he heard a voice behind him.

“Elaro,” said Hungri, stepping out of the shadows. “You may have won this battle, but the war between us is not yet over.”

Elaro froze, shocked to see his old friend. But he gathered his wits about him and replied, “Hungri, it doesn’t have to be like this. We can work together and be the heroes the people need, and make our teachers proud in the process.”

Hungri hesitated, then nodded. “You’re right. Let’s put our rivalry aside and fight for the greater good, and make our teachers proud together.”

Together, Elaro and Hungri struck down the source of the darkness and emerged victorious. The people cheered and hailed them as heroes, and they lived out the rest of their days content and at peace, knowing that their stories were finally completed even though it didn’t make any sense at all. The stories had all been translated or generated by YuBot, oh no!

“You know what, everything is chaos, man!” exclaimed Jin Feng, waving their arms in the air. “But like, especially Lan Du. It’s, like, super chaotic there, dude.”

I rolled my eyes. “And what, the entire world isn’t already chaotic enough? What’s next, the moon falls from the sky or something?” But then I remembered the whole thing with the goddamn earthworm and realized, yeah, chaos was definitely the name of the game.

“Let’s put everything else on hold,” said Big Brother, looking tired as heck. “Book Yu, how are you feeling? Any specific parts still hurting?”

I felt a surge of guilt. Had they used up all their healing magic on me, or was it because I kept getting knocked out during the battle with Thirteen and the weird monster thing he brought with him?

“No, I’m good,” I replied, shaking my head. “But wait, what about the monster Thirteen brought with him? And the girl he was with?”

I mean, sure, chaos in Lan Du was a big deal, but Thirteen and his monster posse were like, right there, man. That was the real disaster!

Big Brother explained that they had fled, dragging the girl and the monster with them. They had heard some wolf howls in the distance and decided it wasn’t worth pursuing, so they retreated to base camp.

And that’s how the gang dealt with the chaos, with wacky hijinks and zany adventures galore.

After switching sides, I watched Jin Feng’s back and suddenly felt like a wilted flower. How could such a fierce and fabulous supermodel end up hanging out with a potato like me? No, scratch that, looking at her face, she’s a tree with a neck brace!

“Jin Feng, you are like…” I trailed off, “As long as I come up with something, no matter what it is or where I do it, you’ll support me, right?”

Jin Feng turned around and gave me a side-eye, chuckling and saying: “For the most part, yes. But if my brother messed up, I can’t go against him.”

“Aw, shucks,” I said, scratching my head. “You just keep being your fabulous self, Jin Feng. I’ll be over here not knowing what’s going on.”

Suddenly, DS II appeared out of nowhere with a plate of spaghetti. “Hey dudes, I made dinner! Come get your carbs on!”

“DS II,” I said sternly, “That’s not Xiaoye.”

DS II just grinned and said, “You can call me whatever you want, bro. But Xiaoye and I are tight, so good luck getting him to change his mind.”

I sighed and took a bite of spaghetti, wondering how I ended up in this surreal situation. And then, out of nowhere, DS II started beeping and flashing red lights.

“I’m detecting a disturbance in the force,” he said. “Xuanri, you are not authorized to issue commands to Xiaoye. I suggest you back off before things get messy.”

I rolled my eyes and muttered to myself, “What can I say, it’s just another day in this insane world.”

“Hey Sem, let’s teach Yaya to fly so we don’t have to keep carrying her,” said Luyang, twirling his mustache.

“Aye aye, captain!” replied Jiang Ziya, saluting and blowing a raspberry.

They dragged Sem and Yaya up to the deck to begin the flying lessons, with Bai Saya and Meteor following behind to watch the action.

As they practiced, Meteor was amazed that Bai Saya didn’t get seasick this time. “What’s your secret, dude?”

Bai Saya grinned sheepishly. “Rui Si told me to fill my ear with magical gems to avoid seasickness. It totally worked!”

Meteor was skeptical. “What do snails have to do with it?”

“I have no idea,” Bai Saya shrugged.

Meanwhile, Sem was struggling to teach Yaya to fly while she squirmed and flailed around, occasionally yanking on his golden locks. He wondered why he had to be the one to teach her – he wasn’t even married or had kids yet! This was clearly the responsibility of a wingman father.

“You can do it, Sem! Teach Yaya to soar!” Luyang cheered from the sidelines, munching on a bag of colorful popcorn.

“Ha ha, let’s level up to the max!” exclaimed Luyang, flipping his hair dramatically. “Otherwise, Tì might as well be a limp noodle when facing those spooky specters. And don’t forget to give your blade an extra sprinkle of magic fairy dust.”

“You got it, boss man!” replied Jiang Ziya, giving Luyang a playful punch in the arm.

Watching the security footage, Siming couldn’t help but giggle at the wacky antics of his coworkers. But he quickly regained his composure and stroked his invisible beard, pondering the great mysteries of the universe.

It wasn’t weird that he was reading a book on the history of fuzzy bunny rabbits, was it?

Suddenly, the ghosts and ghouls from the book came to life, twirling around Siming and singing silly songs. But he took it all in stride, joining in on the absurd dance party.

And that’s how the trio of friends spent the rest of the evening, battling monsters, sharpening blades, and spreading joy throughout the land.