After dividing tasks with Leon, August left the training grounds with Gardevoir and Mew in tow.
As soon as he entered the living room, he met Cogita’s gaze.
August smiled faintly at Cogita, who returned it with an equally subtle smile.
On the surface, everything appeared harmonious.
But only Gardevoir, sensitive to emotions, could faintly detect the hidden confrontation between August and Cogita.
For August, he'd nearly fallen into a trap moments ago, narrowly ...
2025-09-26 04:36:33 +0000 UTC
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“So you gave me a damn map and then told me absolutely nothing else…”
Laurent trudged onward, bracing himself against the biting wind and the sudden plummet in temperature, not even sure how to curse this useless system anymore.
Nearly two months had passed since he’d embarked on this journey.
During those two months, he’d encountered more troubles than he could count.
Not just petty annoyances from city life, but more significantly, difficulties brought by w...
2025-09-26 04:36:28 +0000 UTC
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I’m leaving.
Laurent’s empty room contained only this small note, on which was scribbled just those few short words.
Or rather…these were among the few words that Uncle Jacques could even read.
His hands trembled slightly as he held the piece of paper, not knowing what to say.
Standing beside him, Isabelle covered her mouth in disbelief as she stared at the note.
“That boy Laurent… How could he…how could he just leave without saying anything...
2025-09-26 04:36:22 +0000 UTC
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No goodbyes. No explanations. Compared to Jeanne’s departure, Laurent’s felt more like quietly running away from home.
He looked back one last time at the village where he’d spent more than a decade, ultimately sighing helplessly.
In the end, it was all because of his weakness.
He’d never put in enough effort before. Now, when he finally needed power, he had none.
Jeanne’s departure—he couldn’t stop it.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t force her to st...
2025-09-26 04:36:17 +0000 UTC
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“Finished?”
When Jeanne stepped outside, Laurent was already seated near the straw pile by the doorway.
The small house beside them was the place they’d shared for many years.
But now, Laurent's voice carried a sarcastic undertone.
Jeanne approached and sat down beside him as she always did.
“Yes.”
She nodded softly.
Clap clap clap.
Laurent clapped mockingly.
“Truly impressive—convincing your own parents to let you g...
2025-09-26 04:36:13 +0000 UTC
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[Ding—Path of Evil unlocked]
After Laurent had walked away, this voice appeared clearly in his mind, just that single, simple line.
He felt restless. He felt disgust toward that voice.
It had sent him here to change history, but in the end, this so-called “correction” was simply about supporting Jeanne and helping her accomplish everything as history intended.
How was this “correcting” anything?
He would never a...
2025-09-26 04:36:09 +0000 UTC
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The race earlier had clearly been fierce—staff members had already rushed onto the track to check conditions.
Hearing Yasui Makoto’s words and seeing the commotion on the track, the Uma Musume exchanged hesitant glances, until Tokai Teio—who’d stayed quiet before—finally spoke up.
“Trainer Yasui, you go ahead. We'll follow later.”
“Maybe I'm overthinking it…but if we all rush to Kita-chan right now, she might feel overwhelmed.”
Yasui Makoto nodded q...
2025-09-26 04:36:04 +0000 UTC
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In a corner before the stands filled with roaring cheers, Gold Ship eagerly waved to Kitasan Black and Duramente, her grin spreading even wider as she glanced sideways at her companions.
“Hey, c’mon, say something already…”
Wearing a similar grin, Vodka kept waving, though she replied gloomily, “What do you want us to say at a time like this? After that kind of finish, who could’ve imagined Kita-chan losing…”
As if choking on his words, Gold Ship’s face als...
2025-09-26 04:36:00 +0000 UTC
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As Kitasan Black and Duramente clasped hands, the other Uma Musume crossing the finish line one by one couldn’t help but turn to watch them.
Gripping her sides tightly, breathing heavily in painful gasps, Satono Crown stared at them from afar. Her dangling hand clenched involuntarily, nails piercing deep into her palm.
Her temples still throbbed violently as if being hammered, sending numb shocks through her head.
With all her strength and remaining clarity, she wanted to ...
2025-09-26 04:35:55 +0000 UTC
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For a split second, Kitasan Black felt as if her heartbeat was about to stop.
Three uphills, four corners, accelerating, final sprint…
Months upon months of relentless effort were pouring out completely in this moment. She believed she hadn't slackened, not even for an instant.
But she knew it wasn't enough just to not slacken herself.
Every opponent on this track was equally relentless—something she'd seen clearly, both before and now.
She hadn't imagined, t...
2025-09-26 04:35:51 +0000 UTC
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Next to Deep Impact stood an Uma Musume with long black hair. Although her hair color differed from Deep Impact's, their facial features bore a striking resemblance.
"I know Kita-chan is very talented, it's just..."
The black-haired Uma Musume laughed softly, concern threading through her voice. "This is the Japanese Derby, after all."
"And when she was younger..." she hesitated mid-sentence.
"Careless? Clumsy?"
Deep Impact continued for her: "Probably. But hones...
2025-09-26 04:35:47 +0000 UTC
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Even the endless, thunderous buzzing of insect wings in space couldn’t dispel the profound shock gripping every heart at that moment.
Every starship—those just spit back out by the Giant Stings and those lucky enough to avoid being swallowed—fell utterly silent.
Because all eyes were locked onto a being that should never have appeared here in the first place.
A scarlet-red body. A colossal head heedlessly devouring the Giant Stings.
Those massive creatures, easil...
2025-09-26 04:34:52 +0000 UTC
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The instant Titania reached out to stabilize the passageway, the three remaining Propagation Emanators abruptly sensed something unusual.
As Emanators of Propagation, their perception of their Path naturally ran deep.
Until now, they’d felt an overwhelming power emanating from the planet, believing Titania was safely cocooned and nurturing herself.
Yet, the act she had just performed clearly revealed her true state.
[She actually hasn’t cocooned herself yet...
2025-09-26 04:34:46 +0000 UTC
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Why isn’t she Propagating?
This was the question HooH, observing from afar, couldn’t quite grasp.
THEIR gaze swept across countless distances, crossing innumerable star systems before finally resting upon Tartaro—now sealed off by the impenetrable walls formed by the Swarm.
This place was supposed to be the home ground of a newborn deity, a stage upon which countless replicas should emerge one after another.
Yet, reality unfolded in a way utterly beyond THEIR exp...
2025-09-26 04:34:40 +0000 UTC
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The Swarm disaster had occurred only a short while ago, yet under deliberate efforts, its details quickly spread throughout the entire galactic network.
Countless videos showing Swarm devastation rapidly flooded numerous websites.
But amidst all this, a certain video swiftly went viral.
At first, it depicted prosperity—but once the Swarm arrived, everything changed dramatically.
Scenes of sunny tranquility shattered instantly as hordes of Swarm drones surged forward....
2025-09-26 04:34:36 +0000 UTC
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The small, azure-colored Computer Sting was swallowed whole by Dragreder in just a few bites.
Though tiny, the threat posed by this bug was tangible.
Its ability alone—to command all the True Stings of the entire star system and arrange them tactically—was enough reason to alarm anyone.
The Swarm was already exceedingly difficult to eradicate. Coupled with strategic leadership, it could easily become a catastrophic disaster on a cosmic scale.
However, once Dragrede...
2025-09-26 04:34:24 +0000 UTC
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When Ryōhei heard Yuigahama-san ask him if raising the kids alone was hard—
Of course it was hard!
Because he was poor!
But how could he possibly say something so blunt in front of such a gentle, refined woman?
Besides, compared to some of his worst moments in his previous life, his current situation was far better.
With a small sigh, Hikigaya Ryōhei assumed his role: “If I told you it wasn’t tough, Yuigahama-san, you probably wouldn’t believe me anyway...
2025-09-26 04:34:19 +0000 UTC
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Actually, Mrs. Machida was quite troubled herself.
It wasn’t as though she hadn’t earnestly tried introducing her daughter to promising young men. A few years back, when Sonoko was younger, there had indeed been several good families to pick from.
But now…
Among her circle of friends, any young, accomplished men had either long been taken, or else weren’t yet desperate enough to consider marrying a woman approaching thirty-two.
And Sonoko lacked self-awareness....
2025-09-26 04:34:14 +0000 UTC
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Seeing the faint, subtly mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her mother's mouth—a smile that only she could truly understand—Yuigahama Yui instantly knew that her days ahead probably wouldn’t be easy.
But hearing her mom mention Hikigaya Hachiman, she couldn’t help remembering that day when the seemingly ordinary, black-haired boy had rushed out to save her.
Her cheeks flushed just a little.
Still, this girl was troubled.
Originally, she had planned to ...
2025-09-26 04:34:10 +0000 UTC
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“Mrs. Yuigahama’s cooking is pretty good. Come to think of it, every time I’ve seen her, she’s always dressed casually for home. She must be a full-time housewife, huh?”
Ryōhei thought this, chewing on the cookies.
“Ah, who’s lucky enough to marry such a refined and thoughtful woman? That’s some good karma from a previous life!”
Actually, regarding the quality of Mrs. Yuigahama’s cooking, there was never really any doubt.
You just had to look at th...
2025-09-26 04:34:06 +0000 UTC
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The landlord of this house, Mr. Nakano, appeared to be a middle-aged man roughly the same age as Hikigaya Ryōhei.
But he looked somewhat older.
When Nakano-san showed his property documents, Ryōhei noticed his age—three years older than himself.
Thirty-eight, huh?
Judging by his face, he honestly looked almost five years older.
Already nearing forty!
After learning more about his tenant's family circumstances, Nakano-san came to understand that Ryōhei ...
2025-09-26 04:34:02 +0000 UTC
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To quickly rent out the house, the landlord was even willing to waive the traditional reikin—that customary "gift money" paid upon signing, typically equivalent to one or two months' rent.
This alone saved him quite a substantial sum!
The salary for teachers at Sōbu High was decent, but the problem was he hadn't received it yet… Right now, his financial situation was still rather tight, the largest sum of money still coming from selling the piano.
So caution wa...
2025-09-26 04:33:58 +0000 UTC
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Logically, as a graduate from a teacher-training university, Kirisu Mafuyu should already have some classroom experience.
But she had switched careers midway; previously, she'd been an athlete.
After transferring into education, just completing the exams and basic courses had been stressful enough—there’d been no time left for proper internships or accumulating teaching experience.
“That’s right. If you can teach comfortably to someone familiar as though they’re ma...
2025-09-26 04:33:54 +0000 UTC
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One afternoon, half a month later.
Sōbu High, first-year class F, during the ten-minute break between lessons.
"Hey, you guys think our history teacher, Hikigaya-sensei, really is Hikigaya Hachiman’s father?" said a random background character.
"No way! Hikigaya-sensei’s so knowledgeable and friendly! How could someone like him possibly be the father of that loner guy?"
Another extra whispered this softly.
Due to joining class a month late, the small friend ...
2025-09-26 04:33:49 +0000 UTC
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Speaking of which, Kushida Kikyou had a pretty good impression of Hikigaya Ryōhei.
Though Hikigaya-san was already well into his thirties, he wasn’t greasy at all; rather, he seemed to live youthfully.
It probably had something to do with his teaching profession!
After all, a teacher’s job was about being friends with kids.
She'd really like to be friends with someone like this.
So, on their way here, not only did Kikyou formally exchange phone numbers and e...
2025-09-26 04:33:46 +0000 UTC
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After dragging things out for a week or two, today Setsuna and her husband, Kitahara Haruki, finally came to handle their divorce procedures.
The division of property also took some time, mostly because Kitahara Haruki wasn't entirely straightforward.
It wasn't that he didn't want to give Setsuna all their savings; after all, Ogiso Setsuna wasn’t the type who would push things to extremes. She even let him keep the house they'd bought together on a mortgage.
What he was re...
2025-09-26 04:33:40 +0000 UTC
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One’s own problems must, after all, be solved by oneself.
At least, that's how Margaret Nearl saw things.
Having been transformed into a Bloodfiend, she'd grown significantly stronger... At the very least, she had enough confidence that if another assassination attempt came without warning, she'd survive and swiftly counterattack.
This newfound strength was the source of her confidence. She felt that, having gained this level of power, perhaps she truly could achieve the d...
2025-09-23 14:28:37 +0000 UTC
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Hai turned slightly, glancing toward Don Quixote. After confirming the seriousness in his eyes, Hai spoke without hesitation:
“I’ll keep it brief. The City won't disappoint those who rely upon it.”
“Since you’re from the City, naturally, the City stands with you. At least, that's the position I represent.”
“That’s good then…”
Don Quixote murmured softly. Hai sighed and asked:
“So… this method of yours to save her… what exactly is it?”<...
2025-09-23 14:23:56 +0000 UTC
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Meanwhile, back on the battlefield, Silver Knight stared at the still indifferent-looking Don Quixote in front of him and quietly exhaled.
Just before the match began, he'd received a strange order.
Special instructions for the match weren't rare, nor did they particularly surprise him—but the contents were odd this time.
Not asking him to fix the fight, just instructing him to stall for as long as possible. Drag it out however he could.
In short, don't let this matc...
2025-09-23 14:21:20 +0000 UTC
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Shiroi Shiori admiring me?
Ha! Impossible! It wouldn’t happen even if the heavens flipped upside down!
Walking home, Kuroba Akira recalled his bet with Class Rep, certain she was practically handing him a free win.
Not only would he extend the period of getting free bentos, but he'd also get to enjoy Class Rep’s thighs anytime he wanted.
Just like an emperor from ancient times—lying on his consort’s thighs, opening his mouth and waiting lazily for her to feed him ...
2025-09-23 14:19:35 +0000 UTC
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