What's Wrong with Adding Me to All the Omni-Anime Geniuses?

"Although it can be tough at times, the joy and pride you bring us far outweigh those challenges!"

"That's right! Without Talent, your Mirai is definitely not the Mirai we want!"

"The years we've spent with you and Ashiri have definitely been the happiest time of our lives!"

"No matter what anyone says, you are all our most cherished children!"

"I can't even imagine what my life would be like without you!"

So, don't say things like that...

"..."

"..."

The two spoke back and forth, their voices melodious and lingering, their tones weak, like the desolate sounds of autumn winds.

Before he could hear more than a few words, Sakurakoji Talent walked over to the two people who were embracing each other, their expressions trembling like a flood, and joined them—both of them were constantly pulling out tissues from the coffee table.

With the three of them working together, the nearby trash can was soon filled to more than half full.

Even in this situation, his damned sense of humor kept flaring up, making him think of all sorts of random things: Didn't the maids outside have any sense at all? Such a commotion, and not a single one of them came to ask what was going on...?

Ten minutes later, their mood and movements gradually calmed down.

Sakurakoji Talent, following his usual pattern, twitched his bright red, upturned nose and the red makeup around his eyes that looked like it was made with cheap materials, but he was in a very happy mood.

That's true. At this point, it's pointless to try and figure out who's right and who's wrong.

Importantly, none of them can tolerate their current lives being disrupted.

He used the last tissue first, forcefully flushed away all his unease, and then threw it into the trash can without a second thought.

After standing with his eyes closed for ten seconds, he opened his eyes, which were filled with sorrow yet shone brightly, and revealed the most comfortable smile he had ever shown.

"Then I'll go now, Father~ Mother~"

"Okay, keep it up!"

"We'll cheer you on!"

Don't worry!

His features froze, and he snorted with a resounding voice, "I feel like I'm terrifyingly strong right now!"

"A mere mystery? Watch me suppress it with a flick of my hand!"

"... While confidence is a good thing, we still need to be Kokoro."

Okura Yusei gazed at him tenderly, with a bittersweet mix of amusement and amusement.

"Hmm... but, does it really need seven days?"

Sakurakoji Luna, standing to the side, clutched her chest, her cheeks puffed out, her expression indescribable.

"I feel like my heart might not be able to endure this, Mother..."

Waiting outside while your son fights alone for seven days! What kind of torture is that?!

It would be better to throw her in with him, so they can face this test together!

Sakurakoji Talent pursed her lips, offering a genuine, unpretentious smile, "Seven days is the worst-case scenario. If we're lucky, maybe we can get out tomorrow."

"If you think it's too slow, I promise you, I'll try to finish this by tomorrow."

"No need! Although this period of time will be very tiring, your safety is the most important thing! You don't need to rush!"

Sakurakoji Luna waved her hands repeatedly, her tone urgent as she gave the instructions:

"No matter when you finish, Mom and Dad will always be waiting for you! So just do it at your own pace!"

"Yes, yes! Even if it takes seven months or seven years, we'll wait for you!"

Okura Yusei nodded vigorously in agreement.

"No... after such a long period of seclusion, I would have starved to death long ago, wouldn't I?"

He gave a reproachful look.

"Hmph~ Don't worry! No matter what, I promise you, this is the last time! I will never let you suffer this kind of anxiety again!"

"Believe me! After tomorrow, an even brighter, more beautiful, more perfect, and more effortlessly talented Sakurakoji Talent will proudly appear before you!"

The couple exchanged a glance, feeling gratified and happy at his renewed positive spirit.

"Yes! Mother, I believe you!"

"Father, me too! Because of your Talent, you've always been Good Child who could do anything!"

"Uh... I hope you can rephrase it. Using that kind of praise from a teacher for a student with poor grades in this situation... never mind, nothing can affect me now!"

He dusted off his clothes, flicked his sleeve, and walked towards the door. "Then I'll go!"

"I love you, Mom! See you tomorrow!" (in Chinese)

"Yes, I love you too, son!" (in Chinese)

Sakurakoji Luna narrowed her red eyes and let out a silvery, girlish voice.

"Hey? Why are you using Chinese? What about mine?!"

The Okura Yusei stretched out its right hand in mid-air to hold on, emitting a mournful cry as if it had been abandoned.

"That's because I, as his mother, hold a higher place in his heart! I won when it comes to parenting, Yusei!"

"How could you do this?! I was the one who changed his diapers when he was a baby!!!"

"Hmph! Material care is nothing! What matters is the interaction of hearts! Simply put—it's love!"

"When it comes to love, I'm confident I can rival anyone else..."

Sakurakoji Talent stopped in her tracks, scratched her slightly flushed cheek with her index finger, and said without turning around, "Let's talk about Father's words after I return successfully... if I remember."

He whispered the second half of the sentence, in a voice only he could hear.

"The reason I used Chinese... is because I have a mother tongue shyness~ you know what I mean?"

He turned his head and gave them a knowing look.

As for the fact that, in places unknown to them, Chinese is actually his mother tongue... he has no intention of telling them!

"Alright, to keep my promise, I can't delay any longer. I really have to go now."

He patted his flushed cheeks, a result of the series of events, pushed open the living room door, and, no longer lingering in the warm air behind him, entered the hallway.

He greeted the maids nearby, asking them to prepare two warm, damp towels and change the tissues in the living room, before heading upstairs to his room.

Finally, it's time to face my own body directly.

His eyes held a restrained light, and compared to before, his mood was surprisingly calm.

Chapter 407 I've succeeded, Daoist Master!

Enter your room and lock the door.

After quickly washing up in the bathroom, he went to the window, drew the curtains, leaving only a faint glimmer of light at the edges.

Finally, he came to his bedside, took off his shoes, and jumped onto it, nuzzling against the soft, comfortable, and fragrant blankets, filled with nostalgia and memories.

A minute later, he turned over, lay on his back on the bed, clasped his Hands over his lower abdomen, closed his eyes, and breathed peacefully.

Although he wanted to develop the mysterious things within his own body, he didn't actually have many usable methods.

The most direct one is--

'Moshi moshi~ Are you there? Come out and meet me~'

'I know you've been here all these years, aren't you going to have a word with me?'

'Tsk tsk, even more of a homebody than me. Doesn't it feel bad to not say a word for so many years?'

"Why don't you tell me your purpose and requirements, and I'll do whatever I can to help you..."

'Qiuni ointment~ You can hit me or scold me, just say a word~'

'Actually... the outside world has become terrifying. If things continue like this, you and I will probably both die soon...'

'You jerk! Can you stop pretending to be mute?! Do you know what I've been through all these years?!'

Wake up! Get up!

'Could he really be dead? Yamero ~! At least give me a beginner's tutorial first...'

'...'

The clock hands moved slowly, and the stunning beauty on the bed remained serene and motionless, completely undetectable as to what kind of madness was raging inside him.

I don't know how much time passed, I only know that the strong light outside gradually dimmed, until it was almost invisible, with only the mixed remnants of moonlight and lamplight remaining.

The room, where the air couldn't circulate, seemed to be completely swallowed by the darkness of the universe; apart from the faint breathing of the only living creature, there was utter silence.

Another hour passed, and suddenly two faint, dark red "lanterns" lit up on the dark bed.

Then, "Lantern" tilted her head back at a 90-degree angle and casually smoothed her hair.

"Well, I knew it wouldn't be that easy."

Sakurakoji Talent casually pressed the switch on the overhead light by the bedside, got out of bed, stretched and did some stretching exercises to loosen up his body.

Despite having wasted several hours of effort, he was not discouraged.

If it were really that easy, he wouldn't be in this state today.

"Unfortunately, I've already made plans with someone, so I don't have time to wait patiently and quietly."

He muttered to himself and walked to the small workbench in the room, his gaze indifferent.

"I must make some progress before the day after tomorrow."

He gently pressed his fingers on the cool countertop, slowly tracing the surface past the measuring tape, design drawings, paintbrushes, and other work items, before... picking up a fabric cutter he usually used to cut fabric.

He touched the clean and beautiful blade, just like its owner's, and after thinking for a moment, went to the bathroom and rinsed it clean again with water.

Only after he felt psychologically comfortable with it did he turn off the water valve and wipe away most of the water stains with a wet wipe, leaving only a layer of water mist on the surface.

He waited for it to dry naturally, then held it up to his eyes and felt that it seemed to have become even shinier and sharper.

Nodding in satisfaction, he took the knife and returned to the bed, which was covered in high-quality velvet, and lay down again.

"Normally, I would never do such a thing—it goes against my principles."

"... But there's nothing we can do; the words have already been spoken."

The enormous bed resembled a huge, ready-made coffin.

The image of a white-haired beauty lying on silken satin is reminiscent of a noblewoman of ancient times lying in an exquisitely packaged coffin.

The only difference is that he is still alive.

However, it seems he's about to die soon too.

Without even giving himself time to mentally prepare, or rather, having already done so beforehand, he quickly raised the razor blade, capable of easily slicing through thick fabric, and held it in mid-air.

Her slender, beautiful right hand raised a scalpel, while her similarly distinctive left hand touched her chest, confirming the position and spacing of her ribs...

Having found a spot where he wouldn't die instantly after being stabbed, he closed his eyes, which were as serene as the starry sky, and without hesitation, dropped the self-destructive blade.

The slightly expensive modern industrial product, at this moment, entered his chest cavity without any hindrance, like an ancient divine weapon.

Sakurakoji Talent's body trembled slightly, and his throat bobbed slightly, as if he had been startled, but he did not utter any groans or cries.

He had experienced this kind of pain countless times before, so he didn't care about it anymore.

He placed his Hands back on his lower abdomen, one on top of the other, and waited quietly.

The cutter stood firmly upright, as if rooted to the ground, mirroring the quietness of the room.

Only the gushing liquid below, far redder than his eyes, proved that this was no game.

The expensive, elegantly designed late spring dress was quickly soaked in liquid.

The red influence slowly spread downwards along both sides...

The holy bodies that had been killed on the "altar" resembled suffering saints.

Fighting off the growing drowsiness, Sakurakoji Talent muttered to himself, wondering if the miracle he desired could happen before the blood loss became irreversible.

Never mind, let's wait ten minutes... no, eight minutes, I guess.