“You said it was a symbol of your friendship, right?” Higashigumo Sugi asked, puzzled.
“It was a symbol of our friendship,” Yuigahama Yui replied, her expression complicated. “But after it got lost… it ended up being the reason we avoided each other. It ended up hurting our friendship instead.”
That was fair.
The plushie had carried far too much weight in this whole situation.
Not only had it kicked off the cold war between Satou and Kaori—it h...
2025-06-11 08:33:06 +0000 UTC
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The Service Club. Inside the clubroom.
Yukinoshita Yukino sat on the chair by the window. The muscle soreness from earlier had long faded, but she hadn’t moved the table away.
After all, having the table there made it more comfortable to read.
Her hand continued flipping through the pages, then paused to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a lobe as smooth and pale as jade.
She tilted her head slightly in Higashigumo Sugi’s direction. “Why do yo...
2025-06-11 08:33:00 +0000 UTC
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“...AAAAAAHHHHH!!!” Hiratsuka Shizuka grabbed her already messy hair and made it worse. “That damn brat! I swear, I don’t care if I have to use force—I’m dragging him to the hospital myself!”
“With his physical capabilities, I doubt it would be that easy,” Yukinoshita Yukino calmly noted. “It might even backfire.”
“Damn it…” Hiratsuka gnawed on her thumb, frustrated. “Is this what he really wanted all along? Using selfless acts to cover up self-harm...
2025-06-11 08:32:55 +0000 UTC
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“About Higashigumo?” Hiratsuka Shizuka flicked a cigarette from her pack and clamped it between her lips. “What brought that up all of a sudden?”
“This is part of the correction process,” Yukinoshita Yukino answered flatly. “His behavioral issues are more severe than I originally anticipated. In order to find a method of correction that actually suits him, I need more background data.”
“Oh, so it’s for his correction.” Hiratsuka lit her cigarette. ...
2025-06-11 08:32:46 +0000 UTC
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The first command was to wear the cat-ear headband.
The second command was to let him take a photo.
Once again, Yukinoshita Yukino realized she had underestimated him.
Or rather—she had reached a new understanding of just how devious Higashigumo Sugi could be.
He didn’t just want to witness her flustered humiliation.
He wanted to capture it. To revisit that moment again and again.
Yukinoshita Yukino had a will of steel.
But there...
2025-06-11 08:32:36 +0000 UTC
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According to historical records, before the Eternal Freeze, Belobog once saw many winged beings soaring through the skies.
But never—not once—did those include humans.
Now, every surrounding Silvermane Guard looked like they’d seen a ghost. Mouths hung open. Eyes wide.
Because Belobog definitely didn’t have anyone like this…
Maybe they really are outsiders…
“Now do you get it?” Ah Xian said, hearts in her...
2025-06-11 08:32:31 +0000 UTC
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Sampo: “You three look unfamiliar. And judging by the fact that you just fell out of the sky… are you by any chance from another world?”
March 7th: “Yes, we’re Nameless from the Astral Express. We’re here to find—”
Before she could finish, Lingzhou casually stepped forward and cut her off.
Lingzhou: “We’ve come to explore new business channels and seek reliable local partners.”
March blinked in surprise.
<...
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Once the two rainbow-generating beauties had finished their colorful masterpiece, Lingzhou kindly handed them each a thermos.
"Rinse your mouth."
March 7th took it and sipped tentatively.
A warm wash, a gulp of hot water—the comfort that surged through her felt like narrowly surviving a catastrophe.
Soothing. Cozy. A quiet kind of joy.
“Thanks—eeyaaah—!”
Halfway through her thanks, a pile of snow slid from a nearby dead tree’s branch… right do...
2025-06-11 08:32:21 +0000 UTC
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The sequence where the Astral Express arrives on Jarilo-VI played out just like in the closed beta.
Ah Xian wasn’t really paying attention to the visuals.
Her curiosity was focused on one thing: with the addition of new character Lingzhou in the launch version, who would now be assigned to the Trailblaze team’s first expedition?
Himeko: “This time, I’d like you and March to handle the Trailblazing mission.”
① “No problem, I’m ready....
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As she watched them disappear upstairs, Himeko couldn’t help but smile.
“Looks like things are going to be a lot livelier from now on.”
“Good,” Welt said. “The rest of us are a bit too serious. Trailblazing needs a bit of lightness too.”
He had seen much—enough to cultivate a mindset that remained unmoved even with the sky falling.
Himeko had weathered many turbulent times. Dan Heng, for all his silence, carried a past shrouded in mystery.
And Lin...
2025-06-11 08:32:13 +0000 UTC
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Taking advantage of having both the heir of a merchant guild and the successor of an exorcist clan present, Jiang Bai pulled out the adeptus texts he’d found above the clouds.
The back of the mechanical crane was plenty spacious, and its long neck shielded everyone from the strong winds caused by high-speed flight. Even so, Jiang Bai didn’t risk pulling out too many books—just a few, to avoid them being blown away.
“Director, take a look at these. Think they’re ...
2025-06-11 08:31:39 +0000 UTC
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Whether it was beggar’s chicken or bamboo rice, neither dish was easy to prepare properly.
The meat of a wild mountain chicken was nothing like that of a domesticated bird—leaner, tougher, and far more flavorful. It had bite, but also depth.
Xiangling first cleaned the chicken, rinsing it with cooking wine and a scallion-ginger mix to remove the gamey smell. Then she brushed it thoroughly inside and out with her own special sauce. To help the flavors soak in, she even gave the...
2025-06-11 08:31:35 +0000 UTC
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Seeing the confused looks on everyone’s faces, Cloud Retainer and Moon Carver exchanged a silent glance.
“Looks like… they don’t know his true identity?”
“We barely recognized him ourselves. It’s not surprising. But the real question is—should we tell them?”
“I can sense his power is still very weak. He likely hasn’t been awake for long. His mind and strength have regressed to a child-like state. If we tell them who he truly is, it...
2025-06-11 08:31:31 +0000 UTC
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Hu Tao was still pestering Guoba for a birthday gift.
Guoba scratched his head anxiously for a while, then finally pulled out a bright red chili pepper.
“Lu-luuu~”
Gift. This.
Hu Tao examined the pepper curiously. She had no idea what it was for.
But Jiang Bai recognized it immediately—his mischievous side lit up like a lantern.
“It’s delicious, Director. You should try it.”
“Really?” Hu Tao looked doubtful.
In Liyue, th...
2025-06-11 08:31:26 +0000 UTC
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Jueyun Karst, within the Adepti’s private realm.
Carrying a food box, Shenhe stepped through the adepti’s barrier and entered the hidden domain.
From the outside, it looked like an unremarkable cave—narrow and unassuming—but beyond the wards lay an entirely different world.
A veil of mist, soft and ephemeral like drifting clouds, spread across the entire realm. Walking through it felt like stepping into the heavens, though her feet still tou...
2025-06-11 08:31:22 +0000 UTC
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[Due to the overwhelming difference in power, the battle between Zoroark and Golem could only be described as one-sided slaughter.]
[Though Golem’s body was encased in heavy rock armor, its sheer bulk also meant it was agonizingly slow.]
[The only thing it could boast—its defense—crumbled like paper under Zoroark’s claws.]
[She didn’t even need to use illusions. Ordinary moves alone were ...
2025-06-11 08:31:17 +0000 UTC
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Cynthia walked beside Elias, scanning the members of the Galaxy Team—and couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
At a glance, she recognized several familiar faces.
First and foremost was Kamado at the center. If she wasn’t mistaken, this man had to be the ancestor of Professor Rowan.
That towering frame was hard to miss.
But while the bloodline was there, based on the things Kamado had done so far… he clearly had far less sense than Professor Rowan ever did....
2025-06-11 08:31:13 +0000 UTC
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Without the Tablets, all of its attacks were nothing but a joke to Arceus.
That was why Giratina remained so fixated on them.
On the other side of the mirror, seeing that Giratina—like last time—showed no signs of hostility, Zoroark lowered her guard a little.
Lucario, however, remained tense and battle-ready beside her.
After hearing Giratina’s question, Zoroark stretched lazily and shook her head.
“I’m not planning to cooperate—for now.”
“...
2025-06-11 08:31:09 +0000 UTC
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"When we found them, they were setting up camp at the base of the Alabaster Icelands."
"Most likely, they landed on the beach and trekked through the forest all the way here."
The Pearl Clan Chief laid out the situation calmly.
Elias nodded, now understanding the gravity of it.
As the Chief had said, this group must indeed be formidable.
After all, leading a team through such dense forest to the foot of the Alabaster Icelands without getting wiped out by wild Pok...
2025-06-11 08:31:04 +0000 UTC
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A bold idea surfaced in Zoroark’s mind—only to be quickly smothered in frustration.
The reason was simple: the ores needed refining.
According to Irida, legend had it that [Origin Ore] must undergo a complicated process before it could be used to suppress Pokémon.
And that legend was swiftly validated in Zoroark’s own experience.
Even in her hands, the raw [Origin Ore] only made her feel a slight sluggishness.
Its weakenin...
2025-06-11 08:30:56 +0000 UTC
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The Fantasy Tree continued its rapid growth, its sprawling branches stretching ever outward toward the ends of the stars.
If one looked closely at its coiling limbs, they could see radiant rivers of starlight—trails of the galaxy weaving through its form.
Its size was incomparable to the Fantasy Trees rooted in the Lostbelts of Russia, Scandinavia, China, India, or Greece. Far too small. Even with access to Japan's ley lines, it could never reach that scale.
But that was b...
2025-06-11 08:30:49 +0000 UTC
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[Cleansing].
This was the name Abe no Seimei gave to his purge a thousand years ago, during the Heian period—a sweeping campaign to eliminate all yōkai who refused to bow to him, solidifying his claim as the King of the Night.
Because of this act, much of yōkai history was lost. Records that predated it were largely destroyed.
And now, with Seimei resurrected, the Mikado-in Clan had begun that purge anew. Yōkai factions across Japan were being decimated...
2025-06-11 08:30:44 +0000 UTC
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Flames flickered softly in the dark.
The charred remains of some poor soul’s car burned nearby, orange tongues licking at twisted metal. The acrid stench of gasoline saturated the air, heavy and choking.
It was uncertain whether a secondary explosion might follow… Thankfully, there were no civilians or flammable materials nearby to worsen things.
“My, that was quite dangerous. We were nearly caught in that blast.”
Ashiya Douman said it with a smile—too casual...
2025-06-11 08:30:40 +0000 UTC
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It was sometime between 3:00 and 4:00 a.m.
That strange hour when night owls were still awake, wage slaves had already returned to their posts, and the city itself remained asleep. Silence and gloom reigned supreme.
There was no moon in the sky—thick, brooding clouds obscured everything. Though there was no rain, the overcast skies hinted at a stretch of dreary weather.
“Ah… I want to die…”
The words hung heavy in the air, soaked with self-pity.
Slumped...
2025-06-11 08:30:35 +0000 UTC
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The summoned shikigami Tamainu, conjured by “Abe no Ariyuki,” exchanged stability for greater destructive power. One after another, black shadow-hounds howled and lunged into the horde of hellspawn, claws ripping through floorboards and air alike. They carved through flesh like wolves unleashed upon a flock of sheep—wild, brutal, unstoppable.
But the Tamainu were few in number. In contrast, the demons from Hell poured endlessly from the gaping gate behind them. High above, Abe no ...
2025-06-11 08:30:31 +0000 UTC
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Ruins of Aokijō
Located within Tokyo and technically under the Nura Clan’s jurisdiction, the place was completely deserted.
Neither humans nor yōkai ever came here. It was as if, on a subconscious level, everyone recognized the ruins of Aokijō as a forbidden place—one that simply could not be entered.
Even after the massive disaster caused by the Hyaku Monogatari Clan, not a single person or yōkai had stepped into this area. While c...
2025-06-11 08:30:24 +0000 UTC
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“But even if you say that… this humble monk has never claimed to be a good person.”
Caught red-handed, the "Nura Wakana" reclining on a tree branch showed not a hint of guilt. Instead, she covered her red lips with her sleeve and smiled charmingly. With a soft sway, she floated down from the branch.
The movement scattered a few sakura blossoms, which drifted down like little boats onto the pond below.
Her flowing sleeves caught the moonlight. Clad in wooden sandals, he...
2025-06-11 08:30:19 +0000 UTC
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Keikain Yura’s voice was a little hesitant. Seated beside her, Ashiya Douman (or rather, Limbo) responded with a gentle smile.
“Fufufu~ No need to be so nervous, really. I couldn’t very well leave a little girl like you drooling outside the shop now, could I?”
“Ugh…”
He’d brought up her earlier embarrassment so casually that Yura let out a tiny whimper of shame.
“I-I’ll pay you back as soon as I can!”
“Oh, that’s nothing. What I am
2025-06-11 08:30:14 +0000 UTC
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Ibaraki’s weapon was no divine blade, no legendary demon sword with a name to echo through the ages.
But it was something only a true oni could wield—a massive bone blade forged from pure malice and curses, an edge so steeped in yōki it could shake the very moonlit night.
When the blade swung down, the grudge flowing along its edge shrieked like a banshee. The flames it called forth roared like the karmic fires of hell itself.
The slash tore through the air, tr...
2025-06-11 08:30:08 +0000 UTC
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After arguing back and forth for a while, Ibaraki-dōji was becoming increasingly confused.
There was a theory that Ibaraki-dōji was actually a woman—and even Shuten-dōji’s wife.
...Could he really be a fake?
SMACK!
Ibaraki slapped himself hard across the face, finally snapping out of it.
TM’s sake, he was the real Ibaraki-dōji! All those legends were the fakes—wild fabrications based on his image! That nonsense about dressin...
2025-06-11 08:29:58 +0000 UTC
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