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Instead, half of them are deployed while the other half remain on duty, operating in pairs to support each other and facilitate timely assistance.

Otherwise, in case something unexpected really happens.

It would be too embarrassing to have Qiong go to the rescue.

"Oh oh oh oh oh! Brave warriors, may you have a safe journey."

Qiong and March 7th clapped enthusiastically on both sides, and when they saw Qiong clapping, Xia Die also clapped along.

Qiong also used the power of her joyful destiny to mimic small fireworks.

"Oh right, here's this for you guys to use for self-defense."

"This is……"

Titi blinked her beautiful blue eyes and looked at the strange object that Qiong had pulled out from somewhere. It looked like a black iron rod with branches and a trigger mechanism.

"Alchemy tools?"

Ti Xiao curiously took it and examined it.

"That's right, just pull the trigger to generate an energy ball to protect you and attack your enemies, just like this."

Qiong hooked Ti Xiao's slender, white fingers and pulled the trigger of the D-gun. Six blood-jade-like bullets appeared and swirled around.

I got this weapon from the wildcard pool a long time ago.

The mechanism is good.

Unfortunately, the value is too low.

It can't keep up with the rate at which the version numbers expand.

In Qiong's hands, it's a collection that's considered a 'toy'.

But in Onphalos, where combat relies entirely on melee weapons, it still belongs to the advanced alchemical products of 'My lord, times have changed!'

Besides.

The Starry Sky Train, on the pink bed in the March 7th room.

Before heading to the front lines to observe the Kuroshio situation, Qiong, while holding March 7 inside the Six Phases Ice Block and explaining the internal situation of Onpharos to Himeko, Lao Yang, Hato, and Black Swan, took out the Tara Mask from the system space.

After returning to their temporary residence, Qiong put on her mask.

What is a mere second or two outside is equivalent to several hours inside.

With a casual wave of his hand, Qiong caused shadows to surge in the corner of the room, and dozens of shadow soldiers dressed in black ninja attire with red glowing eyes emerged, kneeling on one knee and awaiting orders.

"This is?"

Upon seeing the strange creatures that appeared like ghosts, both Tirispius and Xia Die couldn't help but slightly open their eyes.

"take it easy."

Qiong snapped her fingers with a grin.

"My shadow friends, I can be your bodyguards."

The shadow soldiers transformed back into dark shadows, merging into the shadows of Titi, Tippo, Tian, ​​and others.

"They will be responsible for protecting you when you encounter minor troubles."

While the Shadow Soldiers are no match for the Golden Blood, they are sufficient to deal with the ordinary warriors of Onpharos.

They are particularly adept at outnumbering opponents.

"Thank you, Qiong."

The Tirispians exchanged a glance, their azure eyes rippling with a hint of sweetness.

They didn't understand how Qiong had managed to do it.

but.

Doesn't this mean that Qiong is protecting herself at all times?

A sense of groundedness and a strong sense of security enveloped Tirispius.

Sigh!

A sigh filled with helplessness and despair suddenly echoed in my mind.

"?"

While intently savoring the special fruits of Onpharos, March 7th blinked its big eyes and asked inwardly.

"What's wrong? Another me? Do you also want to try this red grape? Don't worry, I saved some for you, here!"

She picked up a bunch of glistening red grapes.

"It tastes amazing!"

Eat, eat, eat~

What time is it and you're still only thinking about food!

The moon revealed a wooden, silent smile in the long night.

Recalling the memory of being let down by her teammates while playing games on March 7th, she wanted to climb over the internet cable and hang those terrible teammates up and beat them to a pulp.

But what if it's your own naive and innocent wife who makes the silly mistake?

What could she do?

Just spoil them!

What else can we do besides spoil them?

"Darling~"

The sound, like a cold spring in the dark night, drifted in, carrying a hint of eerie sweetness.

Changyeyue's figure appeared behind Qiong, her beautifully shaped chin resting gently on Qiong's shoulder, embracing him intimately.

But a low, oppressive atmosphere enveloped the sky like a deep, dark night.

It was as if she wanted to merge the sky into her body.

"Hmm? What's wrong, Yue?"

Qiong seemed oblivious to the coldness emanating from him, her tone relaxed and natural.

"Don't you think..."

Changyeyue locked Qiong's profile, leaving him only able to look at himself and March 7th.

"Isn't your care for that saintess a little too meticulous?"

"After all, we need to get firsthand material of Miss Saint's expressions after she has been beaten down by reality."

Qiong met Chang Yeyue's deep, dark red gaze and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"...?"

Chang Yeyue's expression froze. She tilted her head and stared at Qiong's wickedly expectant smile.

"I hope that's really what you think, darling?"

The pink-haired, red-eyed girl's smile was like a blooming poppy, and her icy cherry-colored lips were imprinted on the corner of Qiong's lips.

It wasn't a gentle kiss, but a brand that declared sovereignty.

Changyeyue's kiss was deep and forceful, until all the saliva in Qiong's mouth was scraped away, and only then did her figure reluctantly disappear.

If Xing were there, she would probably be smugly boasting about herself.

"See that? Our Qiongzai is a genius at playing dumb!"

Qiong maintained the faint smile on his lips, as if he wasn't the one who had just been almost devoured alive.

Having a persona is being willful.

Even Chang Yeyue could not discern the exact ratio of truth to lies in his words.

Beneath the mask, Qiong was indeed somewhat troubled.

The yandere nature of the Night Moon is on par with Anna's.

However, there are fundamental differences between the two.

Anna, being a member of the Grammer Knights, naturally placed the Dome below the Prince, placing her in a position of equal and lofty esteem with the Empress.

That intense possessiveness was restrained and diluted by longing and loyalty.

But the Long Night Moon is the other side of March 7th.

She is close to Qiong both physically and psychologically.

Her yandere nature came without warning.

Most importantly, she possesses the power to crush Sora by putting this possessiveness into action.

It's not that yanderes have ideas that's scary, it's that yanderes have power!

Qiong thought to himself, this can't go on.

He must get a female body into Onphalus as soon as possible to cover for himself.

Currently, Eden, Himeko, and Neko are the only characters who can directly access the Onpharos instance from the Valkyrie Space.

Eden... No, if it's auto-battle, Eden's personality won't be able to distract Nagayoshi.

Himeko won't work either; the auto-battle feature is unpredictable and might pull you into a different timeline.

Cat.

Pado (in horror): Meow meow meow?! Why are you making me jump in and out of front of the long night moon?

You'll die!

None of the three female bodies that could come were suitable.

Qiong gazed at her crystal balance of 2486, resting her chin on her hand as she fell into deep thought.

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Volume 1: Chapter 819 A Fisherman Never Misses a Match

It was the 95th day since I arrived in Umphalos.

When the door is open.

This is the time of day when everything comes back to life and activity gradually resumes.

People gradually rose from their beds, drawing their consciousness back to their bodies from afar, as if passing through an invisible door.

The sounds of drawing water, washing, and the hustle and bustle of the morning market gradually rose, while the low, muffled prayers of the devout drifted through the air.

With delicate, butterfly-like eyelashes fluttering slightly, the girl with long, silver-to-purple hair like a galaxy slowly opened her eyes and quietly sat up.

Sunlight pierces through the thin mist, kissing the morning dew that has slipped from the tips of the leaves, refracting into a dazzling array of colors.

The butterfly gazed quietly at the trembling, glistening dewdrop on the tip of a leaf outside the window, a droplet that had gathered the morning light.

A strange feeling quietly began to grow in her heart.

It is a perception of vitality.

In her lonely wanderings over the past thousand years, she seemed never before to feel the pulse of life so vividly from such tiny details.

Suddenly, she remembered that long, long ago, by some nameless, desolate path, an old man with one foot already in the River Styx had whispered to her:

"Child, the way you look at the world is how the world will look back at you... It is nothing more than a mirror reflecting your own heart."

Although Xia Die was much older than the old man, she did not understand the meaning behind his words, but simply kept them in her heart.

At this moment, these words seem to transform into a paper airplane that was vigorously thrown into a field covered with dandelions many years ago.

A torrent that traverses time and space.

Carrying the blooming seeds, it flew back into her palm.