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Only One Year Left—I'll Become a Legendary Uma Musume! [38]

Twilight Song’s performance at the King George VI and Queen Elizabeth Stakes once again ignited the media, drawing even greater attention than before. No surprise—her name had now become something special. Every fan could proudly declare:

Heaven cannot hold two suns—there’s only one Twilight Song in our Uma Musume world!

As for her not crushing her opponents as outrageously as usual?

Come on—consider her petite stature. She was at an obvious disadvantage o...

Only One Year Left—I'll Become a Legendary Uma Musume! [37]

Symboli Rudolf always moved swiftly and decisively. Naturally, the efficient "Scumbag Emperor" hadn’t crossed oceans merely to deliver a simple invitation.

She'd even brought along a Tracen Academy uniform and accompanying enrollment documents.

Twilight Song herself was indifferent. She casually agreed to join Tracen Academy—though whether she'd even be alive by then was another matter entirely.

Her relaxed acceptance was exactly because of this; it made no difference if...

Only One Year Left—I'll Become a Legendary Uma Musume! [36]

With an overwhelming victory, Twilight Song had unequivocally proven her strength to the world.

After all, this was a back-to-back conquest of the 2000 Guineas and the Kentucky Derby.

Forget two G1 races—even telling most Uma Musume that they had to race an OP-level graded stakes in England, then immediately hop on a plane to America for another graded stakes race, would be enough to make them break out in cold sweat.

Not just back-to-back races, but high-stakes competitio...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [655]

Surging flames erupted violently, their roaring, thunderous voices like wild beasts tearing through the deep shadows. In an instant, the dark, dense forest became a sea of flames.

The rampaging flames destroyed everything, turning all they touched into ash.

Yet, somehow, Bikou and Kuroka still stood.

"That damn fire-repelling spell again? Tch! Why does such a disgusting ability even exist?"

Jeanne Alter grumbled in annoyance, brow furrowing deeply. The weakness of her ...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [654]

The Underworld, also known as the Netherworld, or simply Hell.

In Indian, Egyptian, Greek, and many other mythologies, the Underworld was depicted as the realm of the dead—a place where the souls of the deceased found rest.

Demons and fallen angels had dwelled there since ancient times, constantly warring against each other. Beyond these conflicts, various mythological factions often fought to claim territories within the Underworld, making such disputes common occurrences.

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [653]

To help Koneko return to normal was actually quite straightforward—just keep her away from individuals with overwhelming auras. In other words, putting distance between Koneko, Jeanne Alter, and Ophis would gradually calm her down.

However, this was just treating the symptoms, not the root cause. Ultimately, the real issue lay in Koneko constantly suppressing her innate powers. Unless she accepted them, this problem would eventually resurface.

But this was an emotional issue—s...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [652]

Who am I?

Where am I?

What just happened?

Why is Koneko acting like this?

Such a provocative scenario wasn’t new to Jeanne—she'd seen it countless times in manga and novels—but experiencing it firsthand was definitely a maiden’s first ride in a bridal sedan chair.

She panicked—far worse than when her teacher had caught her playing on her phone in class.

“Jeanne-senpai... do you dislike me?”

Ko...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [651]

In a few days, Koneko Toujou would follow Rias back to the Underworld.

But before then, Koneko's daily life hadn't changed much. She still lived with Jeanne Alter, sharing meals and sleeping in the same room alongside Jeanne, Asia, and Ophis.

At this moment, only Jeanne Alter was in the room, lying on her bed with a flushed face as she eagerly flipped through a shoujo manga.

Whenever she reached a particularly exciting scene, she would emit quiet yet excited gasps—“Oohhh...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [40]

After pouring out their hearts to each other, one urgent problem still stood before them.

What would Eula do once she returned to Mondstadt, now that she’d lost her [Vision]?

Eula herself didn’t fully grasp the seriousness of it.

But Artem Vetrovski, with his experience in the covert branch, remembered it all too well.

The last time Eula had dared to challenge her family and try to integrate with Mondstadt on her own, if not for Varka cherishing he...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [39]

Eula had forgotten how to cry.

She just stared, stunned, at her [Vision]—now lifeless and hollow.

Artem Vetrovski rubbed his eyes hard, making sure he wasn’t seeing things.

A [Vision] that had already awakened… could it really go dark?

This was a first, even for him.

“Is… is this…”

“Is this the gods’ punishment for me?” Eula whispered, her voice full of bitterness.

In Teyvat, everyone knew—or bel...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [38]

She’d said she was going hunting, but Eula returned instead with a few freshly caught fish.

Seeing Artem still sprawled there asleep, she shook her head in exasperation.

Then she pulled out a dagger, swiftly gutting and scaling the fish, washing them clean.

Once she’d finished, she threaded them on sticks and hung them by the fire to roast.

Every now and then, she’d turn them and sprinkle on some seasonings.

Her movements were practiced and smooth.

Cl...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [37]

Who knew how long he’d slept.

It was only after a long time that Artem Vetrovski finally opened his eyes.

Dazzling sunlight left him seeing spots.

He squeezed his eyes shut, waited for the sting to fade, then opened them again.

Staring up at the towering cliffs above, he was momentarily dazed.

Then it clicked—he’d been blasted right off Starsnatch Cliff by that earlier explosion.

Every nerve in his body ached and throbbed, a constant reminder that his...

Undercover in Snezhnaya, My Teyvat Spy Life [36]

This was just a note :)

Honkai: Star Rail — New Rider Powers Every Week [70]

The silver-white swordsman appeared as if summoned by an ancient calling.

On his left: the skeletal features of the Primitive Dragon.
On his right: the radiant markings of the Miracle Beast of Starlight.

The traits of both beings fused along his form, guarding Sora’s most vital points.

And finally—those two opposing arms met before his chest, clasping together in a mirrored handshake, shielding his heart like a sacred pact.

Kamen Rider Sabe...