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Namikaze Minato Wants to Leave Work on Time [5]

The move Minato had just used was exactly the Third Hokage’s favorite blame-shifting technique.

All the wrongdoing would be pinned on the Hokage’s aide—it had nothing to do with the Hokage himself.

Then, to meet public expectations, the Hokage would issue a formal reprimand and “temporarily restrict” the aide’s duties.

Compared to the Third, Minato’s version was even subtler—he’d cleverly pulled the Uchiha into the equation as well.

“I fully support...

Namikaze Minato Wants to Leave Work on Time [4]

“…Hokage-sama, perhaps we should discuss official matters first.” After a long hesitation, Fugaku chose to change the subject.

“Alright.” Minato nodded.

Though he refused to work overtime, Minato was still a responsible and conscientious Hokage.

Finding a girl could wait until after work—now it was time to focus.

“The Third Great Ninja War is nearing its end, and the mission system has resumed,” Fugaku began. “But Konoha’s available manpower is far ...

Namikaze Minato Wants to Leave Work on Time [3]

Night.

In Uzumaki Kushina’s home.

“I can’t undo it… Why can’t I undo it…”

Standing before a full-length mirror, Kushina fiddled with the seal on her belly. For convenience, she’d already tossed her shirt aside.

Thankfully, all the Anbu monitoring her had been replaced by women—otherwise, her body would’ve been seen countless times by now.

Under the pulse of her chakra, the seal markings on her stomach flared to life. Kushina frowned, studying ...

Namikaze Minato Wants to Leave Work on Time [2]

High-end ingredients need only the simplest cooking.

After a long day, Chef Minato returned home, ready to reward himself with a good meal.

Leaving work on time every day, leaving all work-related troubles behind—perhaps that was the happiness of a single man.

Minato’s bound system was a points-allocation system, allowing him to enhance his skills by investing points.

His current cooking skill was Level 5, equivalent to a Super-Kage among chefs.

He could casu...

Namikaze Minato Wants to Leave Work on Time [1] & Synopsis

In Konoha, two of the Hokage are having a chat.

“Fourth Hokage, why did you choose to become Hokage?”

“So I can leave work on time.”

“Uh, I meant something more grandiose. Fulfilling dreams, protecting the village, keeping a promise to a friend—”

“So I can leave work on time.”

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The weather was clear and mild. Standing atop the ...

Ophis Wants Silence [5]

Uruk.

Thanks to the wise rule of its past kings, Uruk had flourished more splendidly than any neighboring realm.

Its royal palace, symbol of authority, was lavish beyond imagination—built with techniques so refined they would not reappear for millennia. Rare materials unique to the Age of Gods lent it an otherworldly brilliance.

Only the temples across from it—manifestations of divine power—could rival its grandeur.

Inside that vast golden palace, the great hall ...

Ophis Wants Silence [4]

Within the kaleidoscopic Dimensional Gap, Ophis had assumed a human form, loosely wrapping herself in a robe woven from magical energy. Her half-lidded eyes rested on the sight before her.

An enormous crimson head—and a pair of golden eyes.

“Ah… it’s big.”

Its sheer size blocked out everything behind it. She couldn’t even see the rest of its body.

And what was worse—

It had only been a hundred years.

Forget mastery; she hadn’t even perfected...

Ophis Wants Silence [3]

This mental patient—temporarily dubbed “Golden Finger”—laughed for quite a while.

Even Ophis, who generally had no sense of time, felt she’d been laughing far too long.

Still, she didn’t interrupt.

It seemed that their earlier exchange had merely been an excuse—this fit of manic laughter felt more like an emotional release.

Looks like this so-called cheat has a complicated backstory.

But Ophis didn’t pry. Or rather, she didn’t want to.<...

Ophis Wants Silence [2]

"…Who?"

Facing the voice suddenly ringing out within her mind, Ophis wasn’t particularly panicked.

Or rather, in this Dimensional Gap without even air, if a sound suddenly appeared that she could actually hear with her ears—that would’ve been genuinely terrifying.

She froze only briefly, then quickly replied within her mind.

[Hmm? Ah, me…? If I use terms you can understand, something like a ‘golden finger’ perhaps?] 2025-10-09 03:25:11 +0000 UTC View Post

Ophis Wants Silence [1] & Synopsis

"I wish to reclaim... the primordial silence..."

In the stillness of night, Ophis gazed up at the star-filled sky and murmured softly.

"It's just..."

Her eyes lowered to the chain in her hand—the one thing that bound her to reality.

Because of you... these tangled bonds... just keep growing...

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Ophis, huh?

Colors swirled around�...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [180]

Why am I so unlucky today...?

Taking the room key—supposedly the only room left—from the receptionist with a strangely knowing smile, Kitahara Sota felt utterly helpless.

If he had the chance to start the day over, Kitahara probably wouldn’t refuse Hayakawa-san’s dinner invitation.

But he’d definitely check the weather forecast beforehand and prepare accordingly, instead of ending up in such an awkward situation.

However, there was no use thinking ab...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [179]

Without any surprises, Tamamo Cross and Super Creek both secured victories in their debut races.

And both won beautifully.

Moreover—as always—after their races ended,

It was oddly peaceful. No trainer attempted to recruit them, allowing them to easily leave the track and return to Kitahara’s side.

After coming back to him, whether because of the victory or some other reason,

Tamamo Cross had fully returned to her usual self, casually chatting with him about...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [178]

“Tamamo, what's wrong?”

Upon arriving at the racecourse and noticing that Tamamo Cross still seemed somewhat off, Kitahara Sota asked gently.

Facing Kitahara’s concerned gaze, Tamamo Cross was silent for a moment before averting her eyes.

“It’s nothing. Just had a bad dream last night, that’s all.”

A bad dream, huh?

Kitahara nodded slightly, carefully examining Tamamo Cross again.

Confirming she was only a bit mentally exhausted but o...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [177]

Due to restraints from all sides, Kitahara Sota’s life had remained relatively peaceful during the first two days after Hayakawa-san moved in.

Time slipped by quickly, and soon the debut races for Tamamo Cross and Super Creek arrived.

He woke up as usual, washed up, ate breakfast, and headed to the meeting spot.

After a few minutes of waiting, Super Creek and Tamamo Cross appeared from around the corner in their Racing Outfits, each with distinctively different expressions...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [176]

Even though, due to the earlier shock, the little Uma Musume’s attitudes underwent slight, subtle shifts—

But because Kitahara explained everything quickly enough, and because the clubroom was already crowded to bursting,

Right up until the end, except for a certain ghost openly taking advantage of her intangible nature to steal snacks, nobody was able to take any overly drastic actions, allowing Kitahara to safely survive this wave of chaos.

As for the discussion's outc...

Slacking Professionally at Tracen [175]

Meisho Doto had left.

Though before leaving, due to an unexpected incident, the two had experienced some rather awkward moments in the bathroom.

But it remained merely awkwardness, and nothing actually happened.

To be more specific, after the incident occurred—

Kitahara had initially assumed Meisho Doto would either violently lash out in panic or run out in embarrassment; he’d even mentally braced himself for the worst.

But nothing of the sort happened.

A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [30]

Inside Kondō Yamato’s house, Rōma stood before a full-length mirror draped with heavy curtains.

He had only one question in his head at the moment—
What kind of mentality did Kondō Yamato have when he decided to pick up something that looked this blatantly cursed?

Dark-purple stains speckled the mirror’s iron frame, traces of some unknown substance—
possibly dried blood, or something even worse.

At the very top, a skull wearing a wizard’s hat star...

A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [29]

“All right, hurry up and get ready.”

Waving dismissively, Kondō Yamato stopped paying attention to the two girls.

The girl who’d spoken up earlier opened her mouth slightly, but ultimately said nothing.

Although afraid, a strange thrill quietly took root inside her, gently stirring her curiosity.

Maybe I'll just stay and see what happens.

What if something actually appears?

Biting her lip, the girl chose not to leave in the end.

After all, she'...

A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [28]

After lunch break, Rōma sprawled listlessly across his desk.

“Why do I always get so sleepy after eating?”

Yawning deeply, he stared ahead blankly.

Sakamoto, busy packing up his bag, turned to glance at him thoughtfully.

“It feels like you’ve been really exhausted lately.”

Hearing Sakamoto’s remark, Rōma once again pulled out his usual excuse:

“I had to work overtime at my part-time job last night.”

“I could’ve gotten off early, ...

A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [27]

Watching Rōma leave, Fukube Satoshi scratched his head in puzzlement.

What a strange guy.

Though he was quite polite, he clearly gave off a distant feeling.

However, Fukube didn't dwell on it too deeply.

As the vice-chairman of the General Affairs Committee, he'd seen plenty of odd characters before.

By comparison, Rōma was actually one of the more normal types.

“Oh right, there’s also—”

Turning back, Fukube excitedly resumed discussing urba...

A Rider Doesn't Need a Youth Romantic Comedy [26]

Aside from the initial roll call and the usual nagging, the middle-aged teacher’s class could be described as packed full of substance.

For students aiming for high grades, it was definitely worth paying attention.

Although he didn’t go into very advanced topics, he explained the common formulas clearly and thoroughly, breaking them down so anyone could understand.

The only sounds in the classroom were the rustling of notes being taken and the teacher’s steady explanat...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [305]

“Food’s ready!”

Xiangling and Guoba brought steaming-hot dishes out of the kitchen, quickly filling up the entire table.

“Thanks for your hard work! Come and eat together!”

Xiangling waved her hand dismissively. “After preparing for the Rite of Parting for so long and even fighting an ancient god, you’re the ones who’ve worked hardest.”

“Everyone worked hard to protect Liyue Harbor—I’d like to propose a toast.”

Zhongli raised his cup, an...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [304]

This Rite of Parting was the grandest in all of Liyue’s history.

Every idle person in Liyue Harbor came to attend the ceremony, completely filling the venue. Even Yujing Terrace itself was utterly packed, so crowded it could burst at any moment.

Luckily, the Millelith maintained order; otherwise, there might have been a stampede.

As the hour approached, solemnity gradually settled over the crowd.

Zhongli crushed petals of glaze lilies and placed them into the incense...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [303]

With Zhongli's backing, Paimon raised her small head high, puffed with confidence.

“Hmph! Your colleague, Signora, got completely crushed by Zhongli and ran off with her tail between her legs. You're our prisoner now—don't even dream that anyone’s coming to save you!”

“That woman got beaten by Zhongli? Ah, I wish I could’ve seen her face when she lost,” Tartaglia laughed openly, his mockery undisguised.

Given Signora’s arrogant and haughty personality, she'd ...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [302]

“Huh? That doesn’t sound like a good thing!” Paimon was shocked.

Any normal person would be angry if their authority was seized by someone else, wouldn’t they?

“Haha.” Zhongli laughed lightly. “On the contrary, I feel it’s quite wonderful. This was precisely what I'd always hoped for, though I'd worried it might be premature. It's the sincerest form of farewell I could receive as an old god.”

“I knew you'd say that,” Jiang Bai replied, utterly unsurpris...

Hu Tao Is Monetizing My Existence. [301]

Your Excellency—

A grown man acting cute towards another grown man—this scene really is way too bizarre!

Zhongli lightly pressed a hand to his forehead. Jiang Bai truly climbed the pole once given the slightest encouragement.

Moreover, just moments ago, weren’t you clearly reluctant to accept? Why are you suddenly so enthusiastic?

“I haven’t even had the apprentice’s tea yet.”

“Tomorrow before dawn, I'll go gather glaze lily dew!”

Jiang Ba...

The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [105]

This 20-year-old older girlfriend really knew how to act spoiled.

Gently stroking Momoka’s silky hair, Rinto suggested:

“How about arranging another street performance soon? Neither of us has work tomorrow night—want to go?”

“Hmm… but I haven't practiced properly for days. My fingers feel rusty...”

Momoka, who rarely showed hesitation regarding music, rolled over lazily in Rinto’s lap.

She said she was rusty, yet Rinto had clearly seen her effortl...

The Daily Life of Tokyo’s Phantom Thief [104]

To be completely honest, Bocchi’s performance genuinely exceeded Rinto’s expectations.

...It was horrendous—so terrible it was almost impressive.

Throughout Bocchi’s entire performance, not a single note was in tune. Her fingerings were utterly chaotic, like an inexperienced AI had randomly spawned fingers to smash the guitar strings.

Yet at the same time, Rinto noticed something odd.

Despite playing so terribly, Bocchi still persisted until the very end. 2025-10-09 03:22:57 +0000 UTC View Post