The Teyvat Second Creation broadcast room buzzed with anticipation, its virtual space alive with the chatter of its audience.
Tonight's show had already delivered a bombshell, and the viewers were ravenous for more.
What began as a feast of Arataki Itto's antics had spiraled into an unexpected spectacle.
Yae Miko's unintended starring role in the spoof had set the chat ablaze with reactions.
Beidou: "Asking for a child with 20 million Mora—hahaha, I can't breathe!" she roared.
Ganyu: "Poor Sister Miko—I, um, I'm sorry, I couldn't help but laugh," she giggled.
Yae Miko: "@Ganyu, Sister Ganyu, you laughed, didn't you—you definitely laughed!" she accused.
"How old are you to mock me, your dear sister?!" she added, her tone a mix of fury and betrayal.
Ganyu: "Uh, well… I didn't mean to," she stammered, her cheeks flushing.
Kamisato Ayato: "I never imagined Lady Yae had such… unique desires," he said smoothly.
Ei: "…" she typed, her silence a testament to her melon-eating focus.
Liuyun Borrowed Wind True Monarch: "Haha, Miko, it's about time you found a man for a child," she teased.
"When will my disciples Ganyu and Shenhe let me meet my grandchildren?" she added playfully.
Ganyu: "Master, please—not you too!" she pleaded, mortified.
Shenhe: "I have no such intentions," she stated coldly, unfazed.
Xander: "A stunning vixen like her—if this were real, I'd be tempted to try," he quipped.
Yae Miko: "All of you—get out of my sight!" she snapped, her patience gone.
"@Xander, you wretched man—mark my words, I'll find a way to end you!" she vowed.
Arataki Itto: "Hey! The star of this video is me, not that pink-haired fox!" he protested.
"She's stealing my spotlight—how dare she!" he added, his ego bruised.
The chat continued to spiral, Yae Miko's outrage fueling a storm of amusement.
Her mental state teetered on the edge, the fox's pride wounded by the broadcast's jest.
She had been the picture of elegance, a wise and untouchable figure in Inazuma.
Now, she was the butt of a scandalous joke, her image shattered in an instant.
The audience, however, showed little mercy, their laughter echoing through the virtual space.
For now, they turned their attention back to the video, leaving the fox to stew.
The scene on the big screen resumed, Arataki Itto's boisterous energy taking center stage.
He waved the fraudulent child-seeking advertisement, his grin wide and unyielding.
"Hey, buddy, what do you say—wanna give this a shot?" Itto asked, nudging Xander.
Xander's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing as he studied the paper.
"You're too kind, thinking of me for such a 'golden' opportunity," he said sarcastically.
"But this is obviously a scam—can't you see that?" he added, his tone sharp.
Xander's sharp mind saw through the ruse in an instant, the red flags glaring.
The promise of 20 million Mora for a night with Yae Miko was absurd on its face.
No one of her stature would resort to such a public, desperate plea.
Arataki Itto's face fell, his confidence wavering for a brief moment.
"A scam? No way—I've been tricked before; I'd know if this was fake!" he insisted.
"How many times have I been deceived—do you think I'm that clueless?" he boasted.
"I already contacted the woman—she said you're the perfect candidate," he continued.
"All you need is 800,000 Mora as a deposit, and you're 800,000 away from 20 million!" he declared.
The chat erupted as the audience watched Itto's naivety unfold in real time.
Zheping: "An 800,000 Mora deposit? That's a textbook scam," he pointed out.
Yelan: "Anyone who can pay 20 million wouldn't care about 800,000—obvious fraud," she scoffed.
Kuki Shinobu: "And yet, the boss will fall for it without a second thought," she sighed.
Xander: "It's called a security deposit—a scam tactic long outdated in my world," he explained.
Ningguang: "How could anyone fall for such a low-level trick?" she wondered, incredulous.
Paimon: "800,000 to earn 20 million—wow, Ying, let's go to Inazuma!" she squealed.
Ying: "Paimon, don't tell me you believe this—you know I'm not a man, right?" she retorted.
Arataki Itto: "800,000 for 20 million—it's a solid deal, not a scam!" he argued.
"Watch, this story will show me becoming Inazuma's richest man—hahaha!" he laughed.
The video pressed on, Itto's delusions driving the narrative deeper into absurdity.
Xander shook his head, his expression a mix of pity and exasperation.
"I'd love to play along, but I don't have 800,000 Mora to throw away," he said.
Itto's eyes lit up, undeterred by the lack of funds, his mind racing.
"No worries—you don't have to pay; I'll cover the Mora, and you just show up," he offered.
"I've got another investment project—breeding ghost beetles, 100% returns in seven days," he pitched.
"The minimum investment is 400,000 Mora—easy money," he added with a grin.
Xander's patience thinned, his disbelief growing with each word.
"I don't have 400,000 either—I'm not exactly swimming in Mora," he replied.
Itto didn't miss a beat, his optimism unshakable despite the setbacks.
"No problem—I met an agent a few days ago who offered me a job overseas," he said.
Xander raised an eyebrow, already dreading the next outrageous scheme.
"What kind of job?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.
Itto's voice trembled with excitement, his eyes gleaming with misplaced hope.
"He said I could go to Sumeru and work as a phone customer service rep," he revealed.
"You can earn over 200,000 Mora a day—400,000 in just two days!" he exclaimed.
"Then we'd have the starting funds for the beetle project," he concluded triumphantly.
Xander pressed a hand to his forehead, a groan escaping his lips.
"That's another scam—they're luring you into a trap; you can't go!" he warned.
Itto blinked, his confidence unshaken, his naivety a fortress of its own.
"Why not? The guy on the phone promised me his heart and soul!" he protested.
Xander's expression darkened, his voice dripping with grim sarcasm.
"Oh, I bet—heart, soul, and probably your kidneys while they're at it," he quipped.
The audience in the broadcast room watched with a mix of amusement and pity.
Itto's gullibility was painfully clear, each scheme more obvious than the last.
A security deposit for a fake child-seeking ad was laughably transparent.
A job promising 200,000 Mora a day for customer service was even more absurd.
Mora didn't come that easily, not in Teyvat or any world.
The chat buzzed with reactions, the viewers eating their metaphorical melons.
Kuki Shinobu: "Boss, how can you be this dense—it's painful to watch," she groaned.
Yelan: "This is why you don't trust shady overseas job offers—classic scam," she noted.
Paimon: "200,000 a day? Even Paimon knows that's too good to be true!" she exclaimed.
Venti: "Haha, Itto's digging his own grave—I need more apples for this show!" he laughed.
Ningguang: "I've seen merchants fall for less, but this is a new low," she remarked.
Yae Miko: "At least I'm not the only one suffering—misery loves company," she muttered.
The video continued, Itto's dreams of fortune spiraling into a comedy of errors.
Xander's warnings fell on deaf ears, Itto's optimism a force of its own.
The audience settled in, eager to see how deep the Oni's folly would take him.
Yae Miko's humiliation lingered in the air, a bitter backdrop to Itto's antics.
The Shadowfang Blade at Xander's side pulsed, reveling in the chaos unfolding.
Wangshu Inn's quiet night was a distant memory, Teyvat's laughter now the melody.
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