Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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"What right do you have—"

However, these words struck Nagasaki Motoyo like a hammer blow, shattering the last vestige of composure she had maintained. Her eyes widened abruptly, her lips trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

She lowered her head, avoiding Koshimura's scorching gaze, and twisted her skirt tightly with her fingers.

"I...I just haven't had time to pack yet..."

Koshimura Sawa gave her a deep look, said nothing more, but left with a final sentence:

"See you tomorrow."

"Click."

The door was gently closed, shutting out the light from outside and the departing figure.

With the sound of the door opening, the last sound from the outside world in the living room disappeared.

Nagasaki Motoyo remained seated stiffly on the sofa, her head bowed. The mask of her smile had shattered completely, leaving only a blank expression and the helplessness of having her pretense forcibly torn away.

She slowly, very slowly curled up. She carefully placed her injured foot on the edge of the sofa, stretched out her arms, hugged her knees, and buried her face deeply in them.

It was as if the brief liveliness, shyness, embarrassment, and even concern just now... were all like a grand illusion, completely isolated in another world by that closed door.

A massive, cold, and familiar sense of loneliness, like a black tide, silently surged up again from all directions.

She curled up in the dim yellow light in the center of the sofa, her body trembling slightly, not from the cold, but from the world that had turned gray again.

This empty, desolate home, like an uninhabited island, trapped her layer by layer.

They will never see the sun, and they will never see tomorrow.

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The heavy security door closed behind me with a soft "click".

Koshimura hastily took off his clothes and pounced onto his bed.

A dripping sound, like something hitting the window, reached his ears through the heavy curtains.

rain?

--rain.

I hate rainy days.

If it weren't raining...

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The rain poured down, and Yuecunze dialed the phone again.

"Mom, why aren't we here yet? I don't even have an umbrella, I feel like I'm about to be killed by the Poison Frog Rain."

"Ha, I told you to go out and check the weather forecast but you didn't listen. Lucy, right? I saw you."

"Um--"

"Thorn-"

A piercing screech of brakes, as if tearing eardrums apart, followed by the desperate screeching of rubber tires on the wet pavement.

The metal was crushed and shattered by the violent impact. Glass shards flew like hailstones, reflecting dim yellow light under the streetlights.

rain.

--rain.

The cold raindrops pounded on my face, and the air was thick with the smells of gasoline, blood, and a nauseating burnt odor.

He stood there blankly by the roadside, soaked to the bone, his hand still clutching his cell phone, which was still connected to the phone. Rain streamed down his hair and into his eyes, blurring his vision. All he could see was the twisted, mangled silver sedan lying across his path, its front end deeply dented, like a gaping mouth mocking fate.

And a sports car that was firmly blocked behind it.

I hate miracles.

Those fictional, fantastical, and beautiful things always pull people out of the dream called reality, only to shatter them.

That's why we yearn for miracles.

Longing for the beautiful things in fiction, longing to become a hero in a fantasy world.

If it weren't for the longing, I wouldn't have gone to the board game store to run D&D that day...

The car windows were all shattered, and nothing could be seen inside except for a bottomless shadow.

The blinding red and blue lights of the police cars swirled silently, cutting through the cold rain. Figures in uniforms moved about, their voices both chaotic and distant, as if muffled by a thick layer of frosted glass. Someone tried to grab him, but he broke free frantically.

He stood frozen in place like a cold stone statue, water streaks sliding down his cheeks, indistinguishable as to whether they were rain or something else.

He just stared intently at the wreckage, at the dark shadow, as if trying to pierce through the twisted metal with his gaze.

Then, he saw it.

A pale hand, limp and stained with dark red dirt, dangled from the crack in the distorted car window. On its wrist was a thin, silver bracelet that he recognized all too well—the birthday gift he had bought for her last year with the money he had saved up from working for a long time.

hum-

All sound vanished in an instant, leaving only a piercing tinnitus, like countless steel needles stabbing into his brain. The icy rain seemed to turn into scalding lava, burning every inch of his skin.

My stomach was churning, but it felt as if an invisible hand was gripping my neck tightly, and a feeling of suffocation surged over me.

"mom...?"

A faint, dry voice, seemingly not his own, struggled to escape from his throat, filled with immense bewilderment and fear.

No one answered him.

Only the cold sound of rain fell silently.

rain...

--rain.

Every child with a dream has thought about this before they face reality.

—What if miracles do exist?

Chapter Nineteen: A Mini Quiz on the Sui and Tang Dynasties

"Regarding the upcoming student assembly, if there are any topics you would like to discuss, please submit them in advance..." Kawakami Sadaya suddenly stopped and looked at Koshimura Sawa, who was crawling in the shadows at the classroom door, trying to sneak to his seat.

"Um... Koshimura-kun, the teacher can see this, you know?"

"Oh." Koshimura Sawa quickly straightened up and tried to slip back to his seat.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that you absolutely mustn't be late?" Kawakami Sadaya sighed helplessly, her voice filled with exhaustion.

"I'm sorry, teacher!" Koshimura Sawa stood at attention. "Yesterday, to protect the lives and property of the citizens, I fought a tense and exciting battle against the Phase Spider that emerged from the out-of-control void—"

Has the child's condition worsened again...?

"Shouldn't you rest earlier?"

"Well, because of an overabundance of adrenaline, I had trouble falling asleep, so I just opened my collection of monster girls... I mean, I scrolled through my phone until the battery died, so the alarm that was supposed to go off this morning didn't go off."

Kawakami Sadayo rubbed her temples, feeling a throbbing headache return.

"Alright, Koshimura-kun, no matter the reason, being late is being late. Don't do it again. Go back to your seat right now." Her gaze swept over the figure behind Koshimura Sawa. "And wake up the person next to you too."

"Yes, sir!" Koshimura Sawa felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He walked past Chihaya Aine, who was winking at him, and quickly returned to his seat, casually shaking the guy lying on the back seat.

"Ugh..." The figure let out a muffled groan and reluctantly raised its head. Beneath a head of messy black hair, a pair of lifeless, dead fish eyes were revealed.

"I'm going to surpass Hikigaya Hachiman?"

Isn't this our Cat Guest Lu Mingfei, the designated male protagonist of Magnetic Storm Infantry and crossover anime/manga?

I've already taken down the entire Soubu High School. Just how much stuff did they sew into this BYD world?

"Uh...you know me?" Hearing his startled tone, Hachiman Hikigaya, who was originally annoyed at being disturbed from his peaceful dream, asked in a daze.

Have I become so prominent that even a newly arrived transfer student would remember me?

Not only do I know you, I've also seen you as an investigator of evil gods.

"I just heard about it by chance," Yuecun Ze said casually, and fortunately, the other party did not pursue the matter further.

Just then, a crumpled piece of paper rolled over from the front seat.

Koshimura picked it up and opened it.

"Can you send me the monster girl?"

Then what else is there to say? Koshimura Sawa picked up his pen and wrote:

"URL: (V50 unlocks subsequent content)"

He then threw it back.

Soon he heard a creak from the chair under the person in the front seat, and he almost fell to the ground.

Meanwhile, Kawakami Sadayo, who was on the podium, had finished the morning meeting, picked up a stack of test papers, and gently tapped the podium:

"Alright, morning meeting is over. The first period is still my empty general knowledge class. We'll have a short quiz to see if everyone has forgotten all the basics. Now put your books away."

"what--?"

"Isn't it?!"

"A surprise test?!"

"Teacher, have mercy!"

The classroom was instantly filled with wailing and the sound of desks and chairs colliding.

Is there an exam the day after you transfer schools? That's quite a life experience.

Ding Zhen immediately identified it as pure paper.

A perfect score on the quiz about the Sui and Tang dynasties.

He turned his head sharply, looking hopefully at Hachiman Hikigaya behind him.

This person is a leading figure in the humanities, so he should be able to—

Then he saw that Teacher Da had quietly slumped over his desk, breathing evenly, and had drifted into a sweet dream.

Koshimura Sawa, in a fit of exasperation, elbowed him repeatedly: "Wake up! The exam is coming up soon, bro!"

Hachiman Hikigaya remained prone, his face buried in his arms, his head slightly turned to reveal a lifeless, expressionless eye as he glanced at Koshimura Sawa:

"Don't look at me like that... I didn't memorize it either, but maybe I'll remember it as I write. People... are forced to do things."

“But I had a C-section!” Koshimura Sawa quickly said.

Hikigaya Hachiman: "???"

Just when he was in despair, the exam paper was passed from the front row, and Koshimura Sawa took it with a deathly pale face.

Hollow General Knowledge Basic Test

He steeled himself and looked at the first question:

[1. Please briefly describe the main characteristics of the "Shadowfell" and "Feywild" and their potential impact on the real material plane.]

Huh? I actually know how to do that.

Koshimura Sawa was immediately invigorated, and at this moment, his aura was no longer concealed and was revealed.

Nine Revolutions of Cultivation!

He instantly picked up his pen and quickly wrote down keywords such as Shadow Passage, Dark Force, Twilight, Fairy Court, and Wild Magic on the paper.

Question 2:

2. List three common low-level constructs and explain their core driving mechanisms.

Constructs? Shield Guard, Construct Spider, Terror Armor—destroyed in an instant!

With his pen moving swiftly and confidently, Yuecun Ze moved on to the next question.

3. Black Pudding is a large monster that resembles a sticky, black sludge in appearance and has a highly corrosive body.

The infamous dung monster has arrived, dealing damage with every hit and even corroding your weapon – it's practically the epitome of historical ingenuity.