"Space Comedy is the Season 2 preview PV—hope you all enjoy it!"
After Su Chen's introduction, he stepped off the stage, and the venue erupted in excitement.
"Holy shit! Only miHoYo, only Su Chen would not only open the park for free today but also offer so many activities!"
"You're naive, bro. What Su Chen announced was just the tip of the iceberg. Staff said actors will make live appearances this afternoon."
"Nani? For real? This 42-day hiatus feels more exciting than the actual show!"
"Stop chatting—the PV's starting!"
——
As usual, the miHoYo logo flashed briefly.
A faint light spilled onto the screen as a trash can lid slowly creaked open.
A figure emerged into frame.
Gray hair, golden eyes—but with a feminine face??
——
The audience immediately buzzed.
"Huh? Is that Caelus?"
"One second in and we already get hit with this?"
"Wait, wasn't Su Chen playing the Trailblazer? Why the long hair?"
"Ohhh, so that's why I got hot and bothered seeing Su Chen's lower half—he's actually a woman! My orientation's fine after all."
The crowd around this spectator instantly backed away several meters.
"Clearly not Su Chen—that's a woman!"
"What, did Caelus get a gender swap in Season 2?"
"Going full soap opera now?"
"But why's this actress digging through trash? Cute though!"
"Kids shouldn't watch miHoYo's shows. Weak hearts beware—high risk of rage-induced illness."
——
The shot lingered on Stelle's face for barely a second before March 7th yanked her away at blurring speed.
Subtitles identified her: "Trailblazer—Stelle!"
The audience now understood: Stelle and Caelus were separate roles.
The scene cut to March 7th dragging Stelle forward while the latter kept glancing back at the trash can.
Next,
Dan Heng stood arms akimbo, examining four wanted posters: March 7th, himself, a blue-haired Sampo,
and Stelle's—which, like the others, was abstract to the point of gender ambiguity.
These masterpieces were courtesy of the great artist Gepard.
——
"HAHAHA! Which Picasso wannabe drew these?!"
"Nah, Picasso would kneel and beg to apprentice under this genius."
"March 7th's portrait is adorable! Hope they sell merch—I need one."
"Soul-crushing artistry!"
"Dan Heng's is peak abstract. Is that stick supposed to be a spear?"
"Stelle's kinda captures the vibe—if 'vibe' means 'could be either gender.'"
"Parallel universe maybe?"
"Doubt it. That'd mean two separate stories—Caelus last season, Stelle now?"
"Absolute nonsense!"
"Who's the blue-haired guy? Sampo? Never heard of him!"
——
The screen then split into thirds.
March 7th beamed sweetly, Dan Heng massaged his temples in exasperation,
while Stelle smirked with utter gremlin energy.
March 7th pulled out a camera for a group selfie:
Her face filled the lens dopily,
Stelle flashed a peace sign like a child,
Dan Heng, for once, cooperated without protest.
Yet.
As March 7th admired the photo,
a guard came sprinting.
With a click, the trio bolted.
A trash can lid lifted—Sampo peeked out, only to get knocked over by their slipstream.
The upbeat BGM swelled as the scene shifted.
Gepard pointed furiously, mouthing "GET THEM!"
Suddenly, Serval yanked his hair from off-screen. The frame froze, emblazoned with "SERVAL" in bold.
She waved dismissively—"Patting my dumb little brother's head"—
unaware of the girl behind her.
The girl's phone went flying.
Subtitles identified her: "Pela." Classic triple close-ups satisfied the audience's thirst.
——
"Stelle's such a gremlin—I love it!"
"March 7th remains peak adorable."
"Gepard's scowling while getting his hair pulled made me laugh to death!"
"Serval's so cool! Marry me, sis!"
"Excuse you? Gepard's my future brother-in-law."
"Pela?? How is she this cute?!"
"Space Comedy lives up to its name."
"Stelle's got that 'disapproving uncle' vibe."
——
The airborne phone's screen faced the camera,
briefly capturing Seele and Bronya mid-motion.
As it fell, the transition seamlessly cut to
Herta snatching it mid-air while firing a finger gun at the lens.
Half the audience clutched their chests—direct hit.
Then.
The scene changed again.
The crowd exploded.
The venue shook.
There she was—
Kafka, smiling at the camera.
The shot widened to reveal her legs elegantly crossed on a desk.
——
"KAFKA! KAFKA! KAFKA!"
The roar nearly tore the roof off. Mere seconds of her were enough to ignite frenzy.
This was Kafka—the beginning of all stories.
——
Silver Wolf appeared beside her.
The camera panned left to a long-haired man leaning against a wall.
Devastatingly handsome—rivaling Dan Heng.
The character "Blade" materialized like a shackle: introducing yet constraining him.
He pushed off the wall, striding toward the light.
Finally:
"Space Comedy: Belobog Arc—End!"
"HUH?!"
Outrage filled the venue. They'd expected Su Chen's signature cliffhanger,
but this blue-balling was next-level.
"Ohhh, Su Chen thinks he can leave us hanging again?
Someone find him—show him what happens to cliffhanger addicts!"
"Let's hunt him down!"
"Yeah! Let's ask how much he really loves cutting scenes!"
"That last guy—Blade? So damn hot!"
"Can looks put food on the table?"
"Yes. If you're that hot, absolutely."
"Why so little Silver Wolf screen time?"
"Why so little Kafka?!"
But.
The screen relit—showing Stelle
handing Rocky the blue backup.
The alternate ending fans had craved.
Rocky stood with his back to her, silhouette steeped in despair.
"How could this be... Lesley... rejected me?"