Chapter 592

Yuki watched quietly, recalling the clash of swords and the bloodshed. He felt as if he were walking on thin ice, and he finally made it to the other side.

If the story cannot have a perfect ending.

Then the story would have no reason to exist.

Chapter Seven: Today I Am Slaanesh

65 hours have passed since the battle of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

This was perhaps the fastest period of time Yuki had experienced since becoming a player, with too many plans unfolding simultaneously, and his strength reaching its peak in one fell swoop.

At the 66th hour, the pace of time began to slow slightly, like the calm before a storm.

Yuki enjoyed the tranquility, realizing that thinking about the impending storm was pointless. Having finished adjusting his skills, he glanced at everyone's stats and then fully savored every second of the moment.

After answering everyone's most pressing questions, the atmosphere became relaxed and pleasant, but upon closer examination, it was pretty much the same as usual.

Sipping a cup of black tea, savoring the dishes prepared by my senior, listening to Hiyori recount a travelogue she recently read, and then gently brushing my hand across Hayasaka's white silk stockings.

There are no Transcendental Grade powers, no Judge, and no uncertain future.

It seems everyone has already returned to Earth, forgetting even the trepidation of returning home.

"Frieren, you don't even need to wear makeup to the anime convention." Hiyori secretly glanced at the elf's pointed ears; in terms of appearance, Frieren indeed quite strange.

Frieren quietly explained to her what a comic convention was, Frieren looked very interested, saying nonchalantly, "I'll just find a place to stay home. I've encountered the 'internet' before in the dungeon, and it's quite interesting; it can kill a lot of time."

"Then you can come to my house." Mai Sakurajima slapped away the groping hand, resting her chin on her hand. "Using your mental abilities to forge identities, maybe the three of you can even go to school. Of course, Frieren and Mona can only be elementary school students, but Frieren can come to my high school."

"No, no, it's no fun being with a bunch of little kids. I want to be with my older brother." Mona shook her head immediately, hugged Yuki from behind, and looked pitiful. "It's so lonely being all alone. Mom's not here, Illya isn't here either. I'll follow you wherever you are. Hey, where are you planning to stay?"

Please don't present me with a fatal question in that pitiful voice.

Yuki covered his forehead; the dreaded gaze had already turned to him. He had no choice but to answer, "I plan to stay in Izu to finish my studies. I've been skipping too many classes, and I don't know if I can keep up."

This is simply ridiculous. With the knowledge he possessed, even Einstein would seem as naive as a baby in his presence.

Going to university? Taiyi's ideal is really... well, simple.

"Then while you're in class, I'll stay home and warm your bed!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Hayasaka Ai smiled, but moved Mona's head away like a pair of iron clamps. "I'm planning to transfer to Izu. It'll be hard to get used to being separated from everyone. Besides, didn't Kaguya- san buy several apartments back then?"

Returning to the Earth era, Kaguya Shinomiya, that wealthy woman, did indeed buy the Yuki apartment building.

"I'll just build a villa by the sea to avoid being disturbed." Kaguya elegantly picked up her teacup, as if she had returned to her pampered young lady persona.

"Should we name it 'Brother's Happy House'?"

"Pah, it's just a place to stay. When the mood strikes, I can travel the world or become a hero who maintains world peace." The young lady spat inwardly. After everything she had been through, the Shinomiya Clan had lost all its influence.

Returning home with epic power, what is wealth? She could easily rule the world, and of course, no one else has such vulgar desires anymore.

Wonderful! Transcending all morality and law, enjoying life to the fullest.

After the Reincarnation Game comes the strategy game, Yuki is getting impatient, chin in hand, watching everyone envision their future.

"I want a library."

"Is it okay if I bring my mom to stay with me occasionally?"

"Nao? Of course! I haven't seen Fujiwara in ages." Kaguya looked at Mai Sakurajima with longing in her eyes. "Senpai, are you planning to move in, or continue your acting career?"

"I want them all, anyway, I don't have many friends in Kanagawa." Mai Sakurajima smiled, watching Waka perform on the screen. "It's not easy to make a comeback, I have to work hard to catch up."

"Being an entertainer must be tough; you must have to travel a lot," Hayasaka Ai said thoughtfully.

"It's alright, I'll just send a phantom to fool you. My real body can still stay by your side."

"Heh, I suddenly feel like I don't want to hold onto my Transcendental Grade powers anymore."

The two engaged in a heated exchange, their battle seemingly destined to continue indefinitely. Yuki sat upright, thinking to himself, "You two have already played Jenga, why do you still need to fight?" He glanced at the others, who all seemed to be looking forward to some "fun."

Mai Sakurajima, Hayasaka, Kaguya, Hiyori, Mona, Frieren, and Frieren —some are curvy, some are flat-chested, some are young girls, some are lolis, and some are 'older women' who are thousands of years old. That's about right, isn't it?

Yuki is also looking forward to the future, a future that the Judge may never understand in their lifetime. This is in stark contrast to the legends, and even now they don't understand why or when 'Taiyi' ran away.

Taking a step back opens up a whole new world.

Yuki suddenly understood why 'Taiyi' was able to severely damage the Reincarnation Game. Under His rules, players were supposed to evolve infinitely like a snake, with virtually no defenses.

More killing, greater power, deciding the life and death of others can be addictive, but how can I put it?

It's not "what you think," it's "what I think."

The definition of a dream should be determined by the individual. Who do you think you are? Why should I follow a predetermined path?

"What are you thinking about?" Hayasaka Ai poked his stomach with her elbow.

"I have a question: since players are known to be unable to have offspring, will we be able to have children if we go back?"

Ah???

Everyone was initially focused, ready to listen to Yuki's profound insights, but who would have thought that the topic was so advanced?

"What nonsense are you spouting all of a sudden!" Mai Sakurajima wrinkled her nose.

"How can this be nonsense? This is a very serious academic issue."

"I knew you were a scoundrel, full of bad intentions." Mai Sakurajima noticed that this scoundrel was getting more and more arrogant, and seeing the strange looks around them, she quickly stood up. "Hurry up and clear the table. We need to go to bed early tonight; we still have to pick up Miss Elysia tomorrow."

Sigh, we've been married for so long, why are you still so shy?

Yuki loved teasing the upperclassmen, and as he looked at them one by one, each of them looked away.

"Uh, I'm going to take a shower first."

"Then I'll continue monitoring the Outpost and see Ayanokoji and the others are slacking off."

"Hiyori, I'll switch shifts with you after I take a shower."

Apart from Frieren being somewhat confused, the reactions of the others were quite interesting, which gave Yuki a sense of confidence.

Not disliking it means you agree, right? As for shame and such, once I have my hands free, I have a hundred ways to deal with it.

The tasks have been assigned. Starting tomorrow, a large number of players will join. The entire process will take only 72 hours, which is incredibly fast.

With a wonderful life just around the corner, Yuki wasn't in a hurry at all. He put down his bowl and went back to his room. His Future Diary and Olden Golden Pen were on the table. The remaining four specialization points would become the material for writing the script.

The fact that we gave them the "caution buff" last time has already been seen through, hasn't it?

Yuki through his diary. The most brilliant strategy was to act silently, but the enemy wasn't stupid either. When they reviewed the situation, they would definitely find that the entire 'Battle of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' had been overly cautious, causing them to miss the opportunity to attack.

So how should we write it this time?

He bit his gold pen, the framework of his plan replaying in his mind. As his strength grew, the influence of the 'Future Diary' would increase, but Yuki had never regarded it as a lifeline.

Some chance occurrences, some insignificant changes, can only be turned into inevitabilities by the strong, and then the inevitabilities can be used to reverse the situation. The even stronger ones bury all chance occurrences under the cover of night.

Everything was a perfectly rational choice; these choices did not involve any loss of intelligence, and in a sense, they were correct.

[The Taiyi is untrustworthy; any information He reveals is a trap. Therefore, only by witnessing it firsthand can one see through the illusion...]

After a brief pause, the pen scratched softly, and ink marks called "specialization points" flowed across the diary. Yuki seemed like a grand judge, composing an absolutely correct script from their perspective.

[The truth is a mix of reality and illusion; only firsthand witness will tell. Your minds are incredibly sharp; you can connect countless possibilities in every millisecond.]

[But overthinking can be an obstacle, so make decisions with decisiveness, but this decisiveness must be based on ensuring victory.]

The door was quietly opened, and listening to the soft breathing beside him, Yuki continued writing until the last bit of specialization points were exhausted, and the pen finally stopped.

"Brother, you... you're writing a novel?" Mona stood beside him, looking on with a face full of questions.

She knew the power of the Future Diary; it could even control fragments of Taiyi within 'Nighttime Murder,' but the contents here didn't seem like manipulation at all.

"I'm giving the Judge an intelligence boost," Yuki, putting down his golden pen with a smile.

This operation is incomprehensible, but precisely because of this, if you showed the Future Diary to Sōsuke Aizen, the latter would be completely baffled.

I've only ever heard of things that lower intelligence, never things that boost intelligence.

Mona didn't understand, but was greatly shocked. "You think the enemy isn't smart enough?"

"The more the enemy thinks, the more advantageous it is for me. If they think but don't act, that's even better. However, the same script can't be played out twice, which adds the characteristic of 'decisiveness' to them."

Yuki scoffed. Even the most cunning judge would fall for this trap. The worst thing was that they discovered the script and would just do the opposite.

"So, what brings you here in the middle of the night to spy on military intelligence?"

"Hehe, of course not. The plans are for my older brother; Mona need to be a good boy and listen to his instructions." The girl's eyes darted around, and she simply sat on Yuki's lap, gently swaying her body.

"Mona is quite interested in your question today."

"What's the problem?" Yuki leaned back, the little girl's gentle swaying, combined with the address of 'older brother', created a unique feeling.

Yeah, a sense of immorality, right?

Mona brought her face closer, her little face flushed, like a flower covered in morning dew, delicate, charming, and refreshing. Her fair and tender legs, clad in the black cotton socks commonly seen on elementary school students, were swinging back and forth.

She placed her hand on Yuki's shoulder, brought her mouth close to his ear, and said in a childish voice, "Players can't have children, Mona seems quite interested in that topic."

The temperature was rising, Yuki didn't try to avoid it; instead, he became alert.

"What are you up to now? I can hear the noise outside."

With a level 10 physique, no sound can escape his ears within several kilometers. He could already hear the door opening in the opposite room, but it was a bit strange that no one jumped out.

"Are you worried that your senior will cause trouble like last time?"

"Uh, this doesn't count as causing trouble, does it?"

"In my eyes, she's just causing trouble." Mona wrinkled her nose, her eyes like crescent moons, and reached her hand inside her shirt, making Yuki gasp. "Don't worry, she's already admitted it. See, she hasn't come in to catch me, has she?"

"Just because of this..."

Her slender fingers touched her lips, causing Yuki to swallow the rest of his words. With Mona sent the two tumbling to the floor. Then, supporting herself against the man's chest, she pulled off her hair clip and tossed her head gently.

The moonlight was bright, her black hair cascading down, making her youthful face appear and disappear. This 'loli' with her fixed origins exuded a maturity that surpassed everyone else's. The corners of her mouth were faintly upturned, like Slaanesh believer, uttering a low moan that could corrupt.

"Brother, are you sure you want me to be on top?"

"Senior, you've suddenly become so generous."

More than one person got up in the middle of the night. Hayasaka Ai, wearing pajamas, leaned against the wall with a teasing expression on her face.

"You're the same, Hayasaka," Mai Sakurajima glanced at her and retorted directly.

"I don't care. At least I'm not as possessive as my senior. I'm someone who loves to share."

"Heh, why didn't you say you'd share when you were causing trouble before? Are you playing the shameless character today?" Mai Sakurajima, having honed her skills over time, was no longer at a disadvantage. She sighed, "It's all this greedy pig's fault. Aren't the two of us enough?"

"Judging from the performance, it's indeed not enough, unless one advances to level 9 physique."

Mai Sakurajima turned her head instantly and saw Hayasaka Ai with a blank expression. The blonde girl seemed to be discussing the strength of the opponents.

"Okay, our fighting strength... no, it has nothing to do with fighting strength, it's just that that pig-head is too greedy!" Mai Sakurajima felt like she had almost been led astray, her face flushed, gritting her teeth, feeling that the pig-head was constantly breaking through her moral bottom line.

I said Hayasaka Ai was enough, but now there's Mona too. I think Hiyori, Kaguya, Frieren, and even Frieren will all fall for it sooner or later. At least right now, everyone except that stupid elf is pretending to be asleep. If I hadn't blocked the exit, someone would have launched a night raid tonight.

"Senior, you're being too loud. Aren't you afraid of waking up other people and causing a scene?" Hayasaka Ai looked at her nails, acting as if it were none of her business.

"They didn't sleep at all. By the way, Hayasaka, how come you're so easygoing now?"

Because I lost to you, there's no difference between second place and last place, so why be the bad guy?

The maid lowered her hand, the moonlight illuminating her face, revealing a cool and serious expression. "Because I've seen far more than I could have imagined in the Reincarnation Game. This game constantly distorts common sense, yet it feels so real."

Reality shattered all their beautiful fantasies, and compared to what they had seen and heard along the way, Yuki was practically a gentleman.

Inside the Void Temple, they saw tens of thousands of beautiful women turned into Void Dolls. The sight was nothing short of spiritual pollution, making any physical contact seem utterly bland.

In the palace of the Golden City, they saw hundreds of princesses turned into golden statues, their souls imprisoned within, pursuing ultimate pleasure.

Later they learned that the Lost Ones of the Golden City were connected to Slaanesh of the Pantheon, and that the darkest and most depraved things on Earth were child's play, belonging to the lowest category.

"I suddenly realize that amnesia is a good thing." Mai Sakurajima covered her head, the shock from the Slaanesh Lost Ones overwhelmed her; she had been thoroughly whipped.

"Then go back and fight me again? I might not necessarily lose." Hayasaka Ai licked her lips. If they went back to square one, she was 90% confident of winning.

"Forget it, arguing with you is a waste of time. I can't imagine being with any other man besides that idiot."

"Don't worry, given Yuki's personality, any man who dares to approach you will quietly disappear—well, physically disappear."

"So I'm saving lives." Mai Sakurajima nodded decisively, ignoring the eye rolls. She knew Yuki's character well; he was a true God of War of pure love.