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Mushoku Tensei: Sword, Magic Hats, and the Romance System [90]

Father and son stood by the boundary wall.

A gust of wind rolled in from the distant hills, tugging at the hems of their clothes.

Heavy clouds pressed down like a low-hanging ceiling, drawing the sky and earth closer than ever.

Philip stared at the chipped stone where wind had worn away the wall’s outer layer. The smile on his face had long since faded.

Allen, on the other hand, tilted his head back to gaze up at the sky, squinting with a carefree grin, as if waiting...

Mushoku Tensei: Sword, Magic Hats, and the Romance System [89]

The sky had grown overcast.

By the time Philip had coaxed the wild dog into behaving with kind words and gentle persuasion, more than an hour had passed.

But in the end, Eris did cool down.

What convinced her that Philip and “Allen” might actually be telling the truth was something else entirely.

“Rudeus” had a girl’s voice—and he was wearing a skirt, just like her.

Granted, she had seen boys in skirts before during visits to the cap...

Mushoku Tensei: Sword, Magic Hats, and the Romance System [88]

Rudeus was completely stunned.

And not just because he got slapped.

It started the moment Eris jumped down from the carriage.

A whirlwind of impressions stabbed into his brain like red-hot iron rods:

Arrogant. Wild. Unruly. Fierce.

Eyes tilted upward in defiance, crimson hair surging like a storm.

That brilliant red—

It reminded him of the scene where Allen had once stood alone before the crimson lake of Snow Valley.

Her features were sharp an...

Mushoku Tensei: Sword, Magic Hats, and the Romance System [87]

Lady Eris was loud.

Like she had a built-in megaphone, her voice rang out across the courtyard, shaking everyone’s eardrums until they buzzed.

Paul stood there, mouth agape, staring at the carriage door that had just been kicked in. He hadn’t expected things to go down like this.

Meanwhile, Allen’s gaze was frozen on Eris’s blazing red hair. After a beat, he forced himself to look away and turned—stiffly—to face Philip, who still wore his tradem...

Mushoku Tensei: Sword, Magic Hats, and the Romance System [86]

In front of the courtyard.

Sunlight spilled across Allen’s face. He raised an eyebrow slightly, looking a little dazed.

Just above his nose, dust motes—visible only to him—drifted like a gauzy veil.

But inside, Allen’s mind was racing.

As expected—manually “farming” favorability with the old man nets me some points.

Allen had long since understood how the favorability system worked. Influencing characters from the original story could trigg...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [70]

In the end, Shirou and the girl didn't come to blows.

Both restrained themselves. The street was already devastated, and Shirou had no wish to add further wounds to it.

He suddenly remembered the people still trapped beneath the rubble. Filled with regret and guilt, he quickly ran to the collapsed buildings, desperately searching for survivors.

The girl didn’t stand idly by either; she joined the rescue efforts immediately, even though the disaster itself had been her doin...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [69]

“They—!”

Shirou’s pupils constricted sharply. He suddenly recognized the victims—these were the same young people he’d seen earlier, bullying a child in the alleyway.

But now, they no longer had the power to harm anyone; all they could do was silently repent for their crimes in eternal darkness.

Yet even more shocking to him than the death of these bullies was the small, broken body of the child who had been bullied, lying amidst the scattered limbs and gore.

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [68]

"It's nothing special. I'm just not familiar with this place yet, so I thought it’d be best to read up on its history first," Shirou said awkwardly, scratching his head as he took out a heavy bag of gold coins from his pocket, placing it gently on the counter.

"What’s the meaning of this?!" the green-haired young man instantly leaped back, eyeing Shirou with wary suspicion. His hands subtly moved behind his back, fingers twitching slightly as if manipulating invisible threads.

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [67]

The Imperial Capital’s main street was bustling as usual, filled with a constant stream of people and lively vendors shouting their wares.

The vibrant scene brought Shirou back to memories of the pleasure district in Yoshiwara. That too had been a thriving place—only, compared to Yoshiwara, the Empire's prosperity felt superficial, a thin veil covering countless injustices lurking in every dark alley.

Corruption wasn’t just restricted to the Empire’s ruling class—even co...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [66]

“AAAAAHHHHH—!”

A furious roar erupted from Daidara’s throat. Like an enraged beast, the muscles across his body bulged violently, shredding his clothes instantly.

He’d been repeatedly thwarted by Emiya.

Already frustrated at being unable to sate his bloodlust, Daidara’s pent-up fury finally exploded, all of it directed at Shirou.

At this moment, Daidara no longer cared about the gap in strength between them—he wanted nothing more than to rip apart ...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [65]

Night fell deeper, and under the glow of an oil lamp, a middle-aged man casually flipped through documents containing profiles of various women.

He furrowed his brow, a sinister smile appearing on his lips as anticipation filled him for tomorrow’s pleasures.

A gentle breeze blew in from the courtyard, quietly drifting through the silent yard.

Seated by the window, he raised an eyebrow, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, the clear and melodious notes of a flute echo...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [64]

The four sat silently inside the carriage—though calling it a "carriage" wasn't quite right; rather, it was a Danger Beast-drawn vehicle.

To ensure swift travel back to the Empire, Esdeath had personally captured a Danger Beast, taming it using exceedingly brutal methods—destroying every organ related to aggression and feeding.

Its powerful instinct for survival made clear: obey the woman before it, and it might live a bit longer; disobey, and it would die immediately, ...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [63]

The sky was clear and immaculate, and brilliant sunlight bathed the entire city in dazzling clarity.

The soldiers stationed in the city swiftly arranged themselves into orderly lines, scattering in every direction as they packed up items from their tents.

By the looks of it, they were preparing to return to the Empire, carefully organizing everything they'd acquired from this campaign.

Shirou silently followed behind Liver, watching the soldiers move quickly, exciteme...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [62]

Esdeath sat in her chair, leaning one hand against her cheek as she swiftly scanned the urgent dispatch sent from the Empire.

“Night Raid? A group of assassins?”

“And every single member possesses a powerful Teigu?”

Esdeath’s tongue darted out, moistening lips as tender and elastic as jelly.

Interesting developments, one after another… How can I possibly resist?

In her entire journey to become the Empire’s greatest General, she’d n...

Emiya Shirou Doesn't Want to Work Overtime [61]

Swish—!

A streak of silver light shot viciously through the air, heading straight for Esdeath’s shoulder.

In that instant, Esdeath’s pupils sharply contracted, her body pivoting desperately to the right, attempting to evade the attack.

But it was already too late. The distance between Esdeath and Emiya Shirou was far too close.

Having deflected Esdeath’s earlier strike, Shirou’s rapier was now positioned precisely beneath her shoulder.

No matte...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [40]

The peculiar features of the private room inexplicably reminded Mizuno of a basement.

Look—a bed, excellent soundproofing, ideal for abducting someone and doing whatever you pleased.

Thankfully, Hayakawa Tazuna was a trustworthy friend, so Mizuno wasn't genuinely worried about getting dragged off anywhere.

After Tazuna asked the server to add four extra seats, everyone sat down and started enjoying their meal.

“Mizuno-san, isn't eating like that inconvenient...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [39]

“Good work today, Urara. It’s Saturday, so take it easy and rest for the weekend.”

Although Urara’s debut race was just a week away, Mizuno wasn’t anxious to intensify her training.

Continuous high-intensity workouts wouldn’t enhance her strength; instead, they’d only tire her out and overload her body, potentially causing even more trouble.

Thus, even though the debut race was crucial, balancing training with proper rest was even more important.

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Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [38]

After waiting five minutes for Hiroshima Baoza and Konankai to warm up, the friendly match officially began.

Just like the previous selection race, the course was 1600 meters on turf, clockwise, with the life-sized cardboard cutout of Hishi Amazon marking the finish line.

The race quickly drew attention from several Uma Musume, who gathered around the track to watch.

Four participating Uma Musume stood ready at the starting line, poised for the starting signal.

...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [37]

After several days of friendship training, Urara was already a far cry from her former self.

Firstly, she’d gained much better control over her body. Her legs no longer felt stiff when running; instead, she now moved with agility, significantly reducing unnecessary strain.

Secondly, thanks to a balanced diet and regular nourishment from the S-grade honey drinks, her physical stamina had notably improved, allowing her to handle higher-intensity running with increased speed...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [36]

“But I refuse!”

Although Mejiro McQueen’s offer sounded quite reasonable, Mizuno Sora still decisively rejected it.

“Eh? But why?” Mejiro McQueen asked incredulously.

It was such a perfect solution, so why was Trainer Mizuno still unwilling to accept?

Mizuno, of course, had his reasons.

Even though the veteran trainer from the Mejiro family had coached another Uma Musume to [Arima Kinen] victory, it didn’t necessarily mean he c...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [35]

Mizuno Sora truly hadn’t expected Tokai Teio to bring Mejiro McQueen along. Hadn’t she said she wanted extra honey drinks to take home for a midnight snack? Why had she shared them with someone else?!

And out of all people, it was Mejiro McQueen! Alone she wasn't frightening, but paired with Tokai Teio, they'd trigger each other’s competitive streaks, accelerating his one-way trip to the dreaded basement!

But the biggest shock was Mejiro McQueen’s earlier request: 2025-07-20 11:47:02 +0000 UTC View Post

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [34]

“Has my real identity been discovered…?” Mizuno muttered to himself.

He had done everything he could to conceal himself, so how did Tokai Teio still find out? Just where had he made a mistake?

“Hey, Mizuno-san! That honey drink you gave me last time was super delicious~! It was the best honey drink I've ever had!” Tokai Teio excitedly chirped.

Hm? Last time?

Mizuno thought back. The time Tokai Teio mentioned must’ve been when he secretly gave her the...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [33]

A new day, a fresh start.

Although last night's layered nightmare nearly scared Mizuno Sora half to death, his mental fortitude was strong enough to shake off such emotional trauma with a good night's sleep.

Or at least, it should have been…

Strong enough, my foot! I'm on the verge of a mental breakdown!

He hadn’t slept a wink due to sheer terror!

He’d spent the entire morning psyching himself up just to leave his dorm room. Even running int...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [32]

Because of the System’s inexplicable sinister laugh, Mizuno Sora had a horrible nightmare that night.

He dreamt he was chained up, trapped in a gloomy basement, unable to move a muscle.

In front of Mizuno sat Symboli Rudolf, leisurely watching him, seemingly considering how best to break him.

Mizuno gritted his teeth. “Ugh... Just kill me! Stop wasting your time!”

Rudolf gave a faint, amused smile. “You’re quite the tough trainer, aren't you? Let’s b...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [31]

Shortly after King Halo dashed off, someone bumped lightly into Mizuno Sora from behind.

“Ah! Sorry!”

“It's fine.” Mizuno waved dismissively. It was just a gentle collision, no harm done.

However, when Mizuno saw who it was, he was startled.

“Rice Shower?”

“Huh? Onii-sama?” Rice Shower immediately recognized Mizuno, joy blooming on her face.

“Pfft—!”

The moment Mizuno heard her call him "Onii-sama," he collapsed to the gro...

Only One Year Left—I'll Become a Legendary Uma Musume! 2 [45]

Entering Mejiro Manor felt exactly like coming home.

Well, phrased that way, it certainly sounded strange—but when Gotham Song stepped into the unchanged great hall of Mejiro Manor, she couldn’t help but feel deeply nostalgic.

She hadn't stayed here long, yet somehow, whenever she thought of a place she could call "home," Mejiro Manor was always the first to come to mind.

It was, after all, where her ties to this world began—the very first place she’d settled and sle...

Only One Year Left—I'll Become a Legendary Uma Musume! 2 [44]

But before heading out to meet Mejiro McQueen, Gotham Song had one important matter to settle.

After all, she was about to meet McQueen—someone whose phantom companion was still very much around.

Gotham Song hadn’t forgotten what happened at the Kikuka Sho: even from far away, without meeting face-to-face, McQueen had seen right through her. If she showed up now without preparation, her identity might instantly blow wide open.

Then it wouldn’t just be "entering Mejiro ...

Only One Year Left—I'll Become a Legendary Uma Musume! 2 [43]

Three days after meeting Secretariat, Gotham Song clearly noticed something had changed.

Her popularity suddenly skyrocketed, spreading exponentially as though it had exploded overnight.

She’d done absolutely nothing herself, yet her status had leapt from merely a promising Uma Musume who’d just ended her newcomer year, a rival to Tokai Teio with decent acclaim, straight into the ranks of an undefeated genius considered equal to Teio herself.

Wait—no, hold on a sec...