Online, the discussion about Suki-san’s life experiences was growing more and more heated.
However—
That very same day, just as the debate was reaching its peak, the original poster of the tweet suddenly pulled back.
For reasons unknown, around four in the afternoon, they abruptly deleted their post.
With the original tweet gone, the momentum of the discussion began to fade over time.
Even though the post had already racked up a huge number of likes and retwe...
2025-09-28 19:07:59 +0000 UTC
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Whiskey in a Glass.
Putting aside the nickname he’d been called for years, his real name was Arima Rei.
Now, after seeing this article, Arima frowned slightly, puzzled, and tapped the link.
A long string of text filled his screen. The article was anything but short.
In his bedroom, Rei rubbed his eyes, refocused his gaze, and began to read carefully.
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2025-09-28 19:07:03 +0000 UTC
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[TL Note: The song is not mine!]
“Whiskey in a Glass” — a Yutube creator with over a million subscribers, self-proclaimed professional film critic.
As an independent media personality, his specialty was riding the wave of trending topics, producing sharply critical videos that earned him plenty of attention.
Naturally, there was no way he’d miss out on the recent, red-hot controversy: The KL Animation Short Film Incident.
Trut...
2025-09-28 19:06:03 +0000 UTC
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WTF?! Seriously?!
Venti’s face twisted like someone who’d just been brutally betrayed.
He had been happily sitting back, enjoying the drama like a spectator with popcorn—and now, out of nowhere, the Traveler siblings’ chaos had dragged him in too!
And judging from the faint smirk curling Nagami’s lips, this scheming brat and Lumine had probably been targeting him from the very beginning.
Unbelievable. Only the most deranged troll could come up with something ...
2025-09-28 18:48:52 +0000 UTC
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Nagami could clearly sense Lumine’s thoughts and emotions.
He lifted his gaze toward Aether, his smile still warm and gentle, but his eyes carried a faint trace of sorrow and pity.
“Hello. My name is Nagami. You could say I’m the one closest to Lumine in this multiverse.”
Still smiling, Nagami nodded politely to Aether.
His tone was calm, but every word carried an undeniable weight.
“…Huh?”
Aether glanced at Lumine’s calm, unreadable face.
2025-09-28 18:46:01 +0000 UTC
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Everyone knows this: the world only makes sense because boundaries exist.
Without a water’s surface, there can be no lake.
Without ridgelines, mountains and skies could never take shape.
If boundaries disappeared, everything would blend together—light and dark, pure and impure—until the world collapsed into chaos.
Among the countless powers yokai possess, there is one that rivals even creation gods: the ability to control boundaries.
Dangerous, terrifying, ...
2025-09-28 18:44:47 +0000 UTC
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After raining all day, the sky finally calmed down by evening.
Still, the clouds hung heavy and dark, leaving people reluctant to close their umbrellas.
Water in the roadside drains ran clear, carrying along the last scattered petals of cherry blossoms toward the vast underground channels of Tokyo.
‘That must be the last of the sakura this year,’ Kyousuke thought as he paused in front of the Ruyi Dorm’s gate.
Watching the petals swirl down the drain, he ...
2025-09-28 17:58:56 +0000 UTC
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[Isn’t the Mystery Writers’ Award ceremony coming up soon?]
[Yeah, I can’t wait. Why can’t time move a little faster?]
[They’ll probably reprint his books after the award, right? I missed out on the reprint after the Bookstore Grand Prize last time because I was stuck in the countryside. Orz. This time, no matter what, I have to buy it for my ...
2025-09-28 17:58:10 +0000 UTC
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The moment the words “Please, come in” were spoken and the door opened, Shimomura Tetsuya instinctively clutched his head and ducked away from the entrance.
That odd reaction made Kyousuke pause in confusion.
The one who walked in was Akamatsu Yuki, the editor in charge of his novels.
Both the novel division and Weekly Shonen High operated under the same publishing group, sharing the same building.
Kyousuke had already notified him before coming, ...
2025-09-28 17:56:11 +0000 UTC
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[Suki-san]: Thank you, Mr. Fujita, for your support these past few weeks. After discussing it with the band members, we’ve decided to take part in the animated short project.
[Suki-san]: Is there anything else I should know about the event?
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Aoki tapped away at his phone, carefully crafting ...
2025-09-27 18:00:32 +0000 UTC
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It was just past nine, edging toward ten.
After discussing the radio broadcast plans, Aoki stayed a bit longer at STARRY to help out.
The final conclusion they reached was: “Since it’ll boost the band’s visibility, we should take part.”
Truth be told, Aoki wasn’t exactly thrilled about doing another radio appearance, autograph signing, or live platform stream.
Anything that would expose his face or identity, and put him in direct or ...
2025-09-27 17:59:19 +0000 UTC
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—Inside one of the Abyss Dimension
“What… what did you just say?”
The sudden revelation made Aether’s eyes widen in shock.
He stared blankly at the Abyss Apostle before him for several seconds, as if a tidal wave had crashed through his mind.
The news was so outrageous he almost couldn’t process it.
He rubbed at his ear, his expression one of utter disbelief, as though he had misheard.
“Say that again!?”
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2025-09-27 17:21:10 +0000 UTC
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With a sharp crack of gunfire, the muzzle erupted in a storm of flames.
Blazing energy ripped through the chaotic air and smashed into the chains binding the upside-down statue.
“Noooooooooooo! My statue—?”
“Eh?”
Venti, who had jumped up in shock at Nagami’s sudden attack, froze mid-scream when he realized Nagami was targeting the chains, not the statue itself.
The flames flared violently, shattering the bindings.
Under the pull of gravity, the ...
2025-09-27 17:20:33 +0000 UTC
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The debate over whether Hojou Kyousuke was a “human printing press” or secretly possessed some kind of “Manga Master System” was put on hold.
There were more pressing matters at hand.
Shimomura Tetsuya sat staring at the manga in his hands, brows tightly furrowed, unable to reach a decision.
Whether a manga had depth, whether it conveyed emotions, whether it revealed any profound truths—those were questions to consider only after a work had proven it could surv...
2025-09-27 16:21:27 +0000 UTC
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Shimomura Tetsuya’s expression kept shifting.
This man, who had climbed step by step from assistant editor to editor-in-chief—from eating promises to feeding them to his subordinates and authors—didn’t even realize he was currently experiencing a whole new kind of “CPU.”
Sure, it had the effect of PUA, but not once had a word of blame come out of Hojou Kyousuke’s mouth.
On the contrary, every sentence was about making excuses for him, painting his mistake as if...
2025-09-27 16:17:07 +0000 UTC
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When it came to radio appearances, Aoki honestly wasn’t very interested.
The last time he took part in one was still fresh in his memory, and it wasn’t an experience he was eager to repeat.
But whether Kessoku Band should take part in a broadcast or do promotional work wasn’t a decision he could make alone.
So when Fujita raised the question, Aoki thought for a moment before replying that he’d need to discuss it with the others first before making a decision.
T...
2025-09-26 18:22:21 +0000 UTC
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Mid-month, Monday, November 15th.
After yesterday’s celebration at Aoki Kei’s home, everyone’s daily life temporarily returned to normal—
Everyone except Aoki Kei himself.
He had an appointment with KL Corporation’s representatives to discuss a potential collaboration.
So, right after waking up early in the morning, he called Hiratsuka-sensei to let her know he’d be taking the day off from school.
Even without mentioning Kessoku Band, Aoki Kei’s own...
2025-09-26 18:21:32 +0000 UTC
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“So Venti, are you going to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor to have a drink with Zhongli, or are you coming with us?”
After easily picking up a commission from Miss Katheryne about investigating the Treasure Hoarders, Lumine reached out her small hand toward Nagami, who was laughing with his arm draped around Venti’s shoulder.
Although the Knights of Favonius saw Lumine as a silly but earnest girl desperately searching for her sibling.
Venti was no naive child—he wasn’t a...
2025-09-26 18:12:08 +0000 UTC
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A little red coat, bright and dazzling like flames, wrapped around her petite frame.
Her face was delicate and doll-like, brimming with cuteness.
But it was her crimson eyes—sparkling with joy yet untouched by any stain of impurity—that drew all attention.
“Hehehe!”
Clutching a bouncing bomb nearly as big as herself, Klee giggled as she watched the fish darting about in the crystal-clear lake.
Raising the bomb above her head, she licked her lips with her ...
2025-09-26 18:11:37 +0000 UTC
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Even though it was a rainy day, the editorial office of Weekly Shonen High was as lively as ever.
The moment Kyousuke stepped out of the elevator, a storm of noise crashed over him.
The fax machine clattered away, sounding like it was on its last legs.
The old landline phone rang shrilly, followed by a furious roar:
"What do you mean you can’t find him? If he won’t open the door, call the cops!"
Clearly, some author who was ...
2025-09-26 16:52:58 +0000 UTC
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“So may I know what is your name …?”
Just as Kurokawa Toyomasa was about to deliver his fiery, triumphant speech, he realized he didn’t even know his ally’s name.
Before, he could still curse him in his head as “that blonde bastard,” but now that they were supposedly on the same side, yelling “Mr. Blond Guy” would sound way too distant.
“Kisaki. Kisaki Tetta.”
Kisaki Tetta introduced himself politely.
When he needed something from others, he...
2025-09-26 16:42:59 +0000 UTC
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“Huh?”
The “goodbye” she was about to say got stuck in her throat.
Hearing Ryo’s quietly certain question, Kita froze for a moment.
It was like a sudden rainy day in winter — unexpected and without warning.
For a few seconds, she couldn’t think of how to respond.
“L-Liking someone is… complicated, Ryo-senpai. You asking me something like that out of nowhere…”
Her voice faltered. Unsure how to answer, Kita hesitated, then tried to brush...
2025-09-25 17:36:34 +0000 UTC
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The chocolate dango wasn’t too sweet—just right. As the signature item of this dessert shop, it truly lived up to its reputation.
After their conversation—and the unexpected confession that had left the air heavy—Ryo tugged Aoki Kei inside the shop. Surprisingly, she didn’t bring the topic up again.
They ordered, then sat in a comfortable, if slightly awkward, silence, eating quietly.
About thirty minutes later, just as they finished, Niji-san sent a message: they...
2025-09-25 17:36:02 +0000 UTC
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Ganyu—also known as world renown overwork secretary, her symbol being the Black Slime was responsible for assisting the Liyue Qixing.
She could essentially be seen as the secretary of all seven stars combined.
Since the very first generation of the Qixing, she had fulfilled this duty, and within Liyue she held considerable status and influence.
It was no exaggeration to say that every Qixing after the first had “grown up” under Ganyu’s watchful eye.
With her ge...
2025-09-25 17:12:02 +0000 UTC
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“Merchants gather, ships arrive in endless waves, goods flow ceaselessly—across every sea they travel.”
As the Nation of Contracts, Liyue Harbor lived up to its name as Teyvat’s commercial hub.
Every day, hundreds of thousands of tons of trade passed through its port.
It was just as Wang Xiaomei had claimed—prosperity beyond measure.
‘But… overtime? Impossible. I’ll never do overtime in this life.’
‘Especially unpaid over...
2025-09-25 17:00:59 +0000 UTC
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“So this is a teleport waypoint? Looks exactly the same as in the game.”
After registering their usage record with the knight on duty and filling out the necessary user information, Nagami curiously examined the pillar-like device before him.
The stone pillar glowed with a faint sci-fi blue light.
Its surface was etched with countless intricate, ancient-looking patterns, weathered by the erosion of time as if it had stood there for tens of thousands of years.
“Fi...
2025-09-25 16:58:25 +0000 UTC
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Writer K lost all his savings, had his manuscripts stolen, and was even forced to marry a 372-pound sumo-sized wife.
Watching this unfold, Kurokawa Toyomasa couldn’t help but grit his teeth in sympathy—after all, hadn’t he clawed his way through life just the same?
Being a writer wasn’t just about talent or literary accumulation.
That only worked for geniuses.
For the average man, the only way forward was to apprentice under a master: haul baggage, run errands,...
2025-09-25 16:16:41 +0000 UTC
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“Who… who are you people?”
Kurokawa Toyomasa finally gave up struggling.
With all the preparation these men had made, it was impossible that they’d come just to kill his annoying little dog.
There was no way he would walk out alive today.
The only thing left for him was to leave behind as many clues as possible for the police to solve his case.
Thankfully, he had three hidden cameras installed in his living room—one beneath the TV, another behind a pict...
2025-09-25 16:11:11 +0000 UTC
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— Nishi-Tokyo City
One of the five judges for the Mystery Writers Association’s 2015 Grand Prize, Kurokawa Toyomasa, lived here.
Born in Imabari, Ehime, graduated from Kyoto City University of Arts with a degree in sculpture, he once worked as an art teacher at a prefectural high school in Fukuoka before resigning after publishing his debut novel Breaking the Taboo.
He then settled in Nishi-Tokyo City, in a humble wooden house whose previous ow...
2025-09-25 16:10:26 +0000 UTC
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Shibuya shopping street.
In front of a dessert shop, Aoki Kei’s words stuck in his throat.
There weren’t many people around.
Beside him, Ryo’s voice was clear as day.
‘Even if my thoughts are selfish, even if Kita won’t accept it, even if Niji-ka minds, even if my choice in the end is ugly—I don’t care, she had said. I’ll still support you.’
Kei didn’t need to think too hard to understand what she meant.
Ryo would indul...
2025-09-24 15:54:52 +0000 UTC
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