—"Bro, those legs? I could stare for a year…"
—"Black stockings with crit boost, I'm done…"
—"Can you not drool on me, man?"
—"Sorry, but if I had to choose—I'm going white stockings."
That's right.
The other girl looked nothing like Su Mu.
She wore a delicate flower crown atop her head,
Her eyes shimmered pink-violet, her face flawless, framed by two pointed ears—like something out of an elven fantasy.
Twin ponytails of lavender and white cascaded down her back, partially covering her smooth skin.
Her top looked like it was wrapped in sheer white gauze, adorned with flowers and butterflies.
Purple gloves.
White stockings paired with white heels.
Her skirt flowed like butterfly wings, covered in blooming buds—an unforgettable sight.
One leg's stocking was shaped like a flower, revealing a glimpse of pale skin beneath.
A perfect finishing touch.
—"White stockings are OP, okay?!"
—"I love her too, sob…"
—"Black stockings = crit. White stockings = attack speed!"
—"And heels… step on me, queen."
—"Elf ears! Who else loves elf ears?!"
—"Sorry, I think I owe both of them an apology."
—"It's fine. Totally understandable."
—"Easy mistake to make."
—"Guys, what are you even saying?! This is a national survival trial! Focus!"
Many viewers were instantly captivated by the girls' beauty.
Only after someone snapped them out of it did reality hit.
—"Wait, what the hell?! This is the National Fate Zone! We sent two cosplayers in? We're doomed!"
—"Such a shame… they're so pretty, and now they're gonna die…"
—"Yeah, beauty is a curse—wait, shouldn't you be worried about yourself? If they die, we suffer!"
—"But they really are gorgeous…"
—"True… but that's not the point!"
When the people of China realized their representatives looked like cosplay idols, despair swept through the livestream.
Government officials immediately launched a background check.
But to their shock—
Nothing came up.
After exhausting every resource, they found only two names:
The white-themed girl: Castorice.
The magic-themed girl: Herta.
That was it.
Herta had slightly more data.
She had three sisters.
Strangely, all three were triplets… and all shared the same name:
Mini Herta.
Unlike Herta herself, her sisters had extensive records.
Each was a prodigy in biology, wilderness survival, and scientific research.
They were hailed as genius girls—rare talents.
In fact, the National Fate commentary program had invited all three Mini Hertas as guest analysts.
Yet…
As the officials reviewed the report, something felt off.
Great Herta gazed at the horizon where desert met sky, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes.
But when she turned to look at her teammate—
Her expression lit up.
Castorice?