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Ophis Wants Silence [70]

Catching the swift slash of a scythe mid-swing, Kingu expressionlessly gripped the black-robed girl by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground.

“How troublesome… When exactly did this start?”

With a lazy squeeze, the sound of bones snapping rang out—and the world around them fractured like glass, crumbling away piece by piece.

When the illusion fell, only Kingu remained in the empty wasteland.

She didn’t look surprised, only mildly annoyed. Pressing a ...

Ophis Wants Silence [69]

The longsword suddenly drawn by the white-robed man gleamed with blinding brilliance, its radiance spilling holy light across the forest.

Calling it a holy sword would not have been an exaggeration.

Yet that unstoppable, divinely charged blade was abruptly stopped mid-swing—by “Enkidu’s” seemingly delicate, slender hand.

“My, my… how troublesome. Ah, I see—if you hadn’t attacked, I might really have started doubting my memory.”

Still smiling in mock a...

Ophis Wants Silence [68]

“One-tenth.”

“Three-tenths!”

“One-tenth.”

“...Two and a half-tenths.”

“One-tenth.”

“...Two-tenths.”

“One-tenth.”

“......One and a half-tenths.”

“Deal.”

“Hmmmmmmmm… Somehow it feels like I’ve been tricked… Is it just my imagination?”

“I truly can’t understand why you need so many useless things, Ishta.”

Watching the goddess gnaw at her nails in frustration, Ophis sighed quietly...

Ophis Wants Silence [67]

“Uh… thanks?”

Though a little confused by Ishtar’s sudden intervention, Ritsuka offered a tentative thank-you first.

“Hmph… those weaklings? Even without my true form, they were nothing. But don’t misunderstand—I only stepped in because of a certain deal. And even if you survived this round, whether you’ll live through the next is another matter entirely.”

“A deal?”

Ritsuka didn’t seem too bothered by Ishtar’s ominous tone.

After all, ...

Ophis Wants Silence [66]

“Who are you?”

With a sudden burst of speed, Lily moved to the rear, facing the gem-tossing girl head-on. Her expression was tense.

It was true she’d been too focused on the enemy before her—but even so, it was undeniable that despite her sharp instincts, she hadn’t sensed this newcomer’s presence until after she’d acted.

Mash also turned swiftly, raising her shield defensively between the red-haired girl and the goddess.

Even if this mysterious stranger ...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [163]

Sometimes, violence is the final choice.

But more often, absolute violence becomes the first, and best, choice.

For Kali right now, this was certainly true.

With absolute power at her fingertips, Kali effortlessly hammered Zaaro and Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary into the dirt—no matter how desperately Zaaro struggled, no matter how fiercely Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary entered her berserk state, it made no difference.

Thus, within just half a minute, Littl...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [162]

"Oi…"

Thus, Kali rested her Mimicry E.G.O over her shoulder. Like the calm before a fierce storm, the explosion waited merely for that brief instant… Alberto quickly glanced at Da'at beside him, then turned back toward Kali, rapidly speaking up:

"Wait, I think—"

"No. You don't think anything."

But Alberto's words were instantly silenced by Kali’s single curt response. Her Mimicry flew from her hand, hurtling forward, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a...

Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [161]

Of course Hugh knew what was going on here.

In truth, it had been perfectly clear from the very start—the Big and Will be Bad Wolf had been lurking within the Saluzzo Family all along.

According to Hugh’s guess, the Wolf might have activated some kind of “territorial” mechanism… From the very moment it set foot in Siracusa, it had chosen a family as its territory, and undoubtedly, a brutal conflict ensued.

Hugh didn't know the details, but from the result, it was o...

Pokémon: BattleHub [1] & Synopsis

In a world where Pokémon journeys are streamed to billions, one ambitious streamer is chasing the title of Pokémon Master.

BattleHub isn’t just a company—it’s the heartbeat of modern Poké-society. Every Trainer needs a BattleHub profile, every Gym match is livestreamed, and the road to Champion demands both strength and popularity.

Wise lives for the spotlight. Badges, adventures, fame—she wants it all.

What she didn’t expect? Going to...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [275]

“He’s already passed out...”

Misfortune looked down at Mizuno, who was still clutching her tightly even in his unconscious state. Her pupils trembled, an indescribable emotion welling up in her chest.

Her admiration for Mizuno completely eclipsed the burning pain searing through her body.

She had to admit it—he truly deserved to be called the most respectable opponent she’d ever faced. Such courage, the resolve to perish alongside an enemy, was something she’d al...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [274]

“That’s right…” Mizuno gritted his teeth, nodding, his body trembling as though every word took effort.

“Ever since that fight with you in the plaza, I’ve been wondering—besides using the Fortune Charm, is there any other way to drive you out of an Uma Musume’s body?”

He drew a ragged breath. “Then I remembered—when I treated Tokai Teio’s cold by acting as her human heater, I learned something. When fortune and misfortune energies collide, they don’t just...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [273]

Misfortune stared blankly at Mizuno standing in front of her, blocking the only exit.

Just moments ago, this same guy had been clinging to her leg, begging for mercy—and now, the instant he realized she couldn’t possess him, he’d flipped completely, declaring he was going to Uma-Pyoi her?

If that handsome face were swapped with some greasy thug’s, he’d look exactly like one of those sleazy TV side characters—bullies who grovel before the strong and torment the...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [272]

“It’s over! It’s all over now!”

Mizuno could only watch as Misfortune’s energy poured halfway into his body, his heart sinking into despair.

He should’ve known better. There was a reason he called this cursed place the Mizuno-Fall Warehouse. Every time he came here, he lost something precious—and this was his fourth visit.

He wasn’t usually superstitious, but at this point, even he couldn’t help cursing under his breath. Four really was an unlucky ...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [271]

BANG!

The deafening crash of the door being kicked open jolted Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka out of their dreamy daze, their tails shooting straight up in shock.

Their minds went blank. All they knew was that the once warm, cozy air had turned icy cold, filling them with unease.

“E-Ehh?! What’s going on?!”

The two young Uma Musume flattened their ears, eyes wide as they turned toward Mizuno—their source of comfort just moments ago.

But the black-clad figure who...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [270]

“Hmm…”

After hearing Mizuno’s request, Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka frowned, clearly unhappy.

“Just touching your face?” Vodka tilted her head, resting her chin in her hand. “Can’t we just look directly? We’ve already seen it before—so what’s the harm in seeing it again?”

“Exactly!” Daiwa Scarlet puffed out her chest proudly. “If you’re worried your special constitution will affect us, don’t! With our willpower, we can totally handle it!”

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [269]

Meanwhile, Mizuno—slung over Gold Ship’s shoulder—had already led Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka far from Misfortune’s location at the Three Goddesses Plaza, sprinting full speed toward their destination.

“Stop running!”

“Gah!” Mizuno glanced back to see the two Uma Musume less than thirty meters behind them. Cold sweat broke out instantly as he turned to yell,

“Broshi! Can’t you go any faster?!”

“I’m already running! This is my top speed!�...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [268]

“You’re the Mysterious Gentleman?”

Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka stared at Mizuno, disbelief written all over their faces.

The elusive Mysterious Gentleman they’d been chasing was actually this oddly dressed, suspicious person right beside them?!

“Hahaha! That’s impossible—I-I-I'm definitely n-n-not the Mysterious Gentleman!” Mizuno rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, tripping over his words.

His fluster only deepened the two Uma Musume’s suspicions.

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [267]

Misfortune actually wasn’t exactly “unlucky”—after all, she was a deity and could control her own misfortune level, always keeping it precisely at zero. Thus, there was never any situation like “She was originally kind-hearted but gradually twisted and blackened due to extreme misfortune, finally becoming evil and wanting to destroy the world.”

Her nature was exactly that of her beloved villain, Dio—a born bad seed who found joy purely in others’ suffering. A tr...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [266]

“Forget it, Mizuno-dono, you can step down…”

Gold Ship shook her head helplessly.

It was true—a hero’s story lost all luster without a worthy villain. But right now, Gold Ship couldn’t find anyone suitable to play the part. So, with no other choice, she sent Mizuno back to standby, deciding to tackle the upcoming show—“Is the Mysterious Gentleman a Gentleman or a Knight-Errant?”—on her own.

“All right…” Mizuno mumbled, shoulders slumped. He...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [265]

“So, the payment you want… is just rubbing our feet?” Daiwa Scarlet’s cheeks glowed pink as she bit her lip, voice tinged with irritation. Yet her smooth, silk-clad foot didn’t pull back—it lingered right where Mizuno had massaged, toes curling slightly, as if secretly wishing for more.

“Uh…” Mizuno turned away awkwardly.

He’d wanted to tickle them—a harmless, perverted little prank—but somewhere along the way, instinct had taken over and he’d started 2025-10-25 07:10:23 +0000 UTC View Post

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [264]

Back to the present moment.

“Kekeke—Hey there, pretty ladies~ Wanna join big bro for a drink?”

Mizuno hunched forward, palms rubbing together in the most stereotypically sleazy way imaginable, his voice a raspy imitation of some late-night street thug.

If any random guy actually approached girls like this, he’d instantly be branded a creep—someone you’d cross the street to avoid, or text your friends to come rescue you from.

And that was exactly the effect ...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [263]

Five minutes earlier.

Five hundred meters away from the Three Goddess Statues, crouched behind a patch of shrubbery, Gold Ship and Mizuno each held a pair of binoculars, carefully observing Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka.

With less than six days left before the medicine’s effects kicked in, time was painfully tight for Mizuno. The sooner he could resolve the two Uma Musume’s wishes, the better. So, the moment they left the Special Education Base, he dragged Gold Ship straight back to...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [262]

Daiwa Scarlet and Vodka weren’t just dormmates—they were fierce rivals on the racetrack, too.

Though they never truly hated each other, their clashing personalities and worldviews meant they could start an argument anytime, anywhere, over practically anything.

Take dessert, for example. In the cafeteria, Daiwa Scarlet chose sweet tofu pudding, while Vodka went for the salty version. What began as a friendly discussion about taste quickly exploded into a full-on debate...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [261]

Unsure how long he’d slept, Mizuno was awakened by a steady, rhythmic knocking at the door.

Knock knock knock—

“Ahh-wuu…” Mizuno slowly opened his eyes, yawning comfortably.

It had been ages since he’d slept this well. The air carried a pleasant fragrance that calmed his mind, the mattress was soft enough to melt every bit of tension from his body, and there were no obnoxious “oyster” noises from neighboring rooms—nor any terrifying Uma Musume like...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [260]

After hearing Gold Ship’s promise, Mizuno nodded, deeply moved. “Good! I trust you, Broshi!”

The promise was a little strange—especially since Gold Ship herself seemed exempt from the “no other Uma Musume” clause—but Mizuno still believed with absolute certainty that she was trustworthy. No matter what happened, Broshi would never Uma Pyoi him.

“Oh right, Broshi, the door’s locked. What do we do?” Mizuno asked, glancing nervously at the door the admini...

Uma Musume Pretty Derby: To The Basement [259]

“Of course it’s real! You think I’d joke about this?”

Gold Ship leaned forward, face-to-face with Mizuno, pressing her proud chest firmly against his.

From that angle, all Mizuno had to do was look down a little—and through Gold Ship’s sheer, white nightgown, her graceful figure was completely visible.

“It’s fine~ I’m just checking your face to see if you’re hurt or anything. I promise I won’t Uma Pyoi~ you” Gold Ship licked her lips, tracing slow cir...

Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [160]

Shirase agreed.

He didn’t have other plans today anyway. His only regret was that the sweet mood he and Nino had shared earlier had been cut short.

Nino’s beautiful legs had already been “tested” by his own hands—soft, smooth, delicate.

Seeing him accept, Ichika flashed a bright smile, ducked into her room to change, then promptly dragged him out the door.

Watching them go, Nakano Nino couldn’t help feeling suspicious.

It wasn’t that she feared Ichi...

Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [159]

Shirase was about to crack a joke to lighten the mood, but when he looked down again, he found a flushed, inviting face lit with quiet want.

He paused for a beat, then smiled. “Staring at me like that—are you planning something?”

Nakano Nino pressed her damp lips together, gaze soft and lingering. She didn’t speak.

That look, that expression—every inch a lovestruck girl waiting to be claimed.

Shirase reached out; instead of what she expected, he just hooked a...

Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [158]

After letting out that tiny, unguarded moan, Nino immediately realized how strange it had sounded.

Her face flamed crimson. Sneaking a glance at Shirase, she caught his faintly startled expression and blurted out an excuse: “That was only because your touch was too sudden—I just felt a little ticklish, okay? Don’t get any weird ideas.”

“I get it,” Shirase said smoothly, deliberately pretending not to notice. “As long as you stay quiet from now on, I promise I won’t...

Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [157]

“A dish I’ve never heard of… but it looks like there’s a lot of fatty meat.” Miku pursed her lips slightly. For a girl conscious of her figure, fatty cuts were the ultimate enemy.

Especially for someone who loved wearing black stockings—once she gained even a little weight, the fabric would press against her thighs, ruining the sleek lines she cared so much about.

“Hong shao rou tastes best with a balance of fat and lean,” Shirase explained. “Of course, if you’...