Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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"Ah! I'm so sorry, Sawarin—" Chihaya Aine panicked and quickly stuffed the remaining berries into her mouth, looking around for tissues or something.

Suddenly, she noticed a small piece of white, cotton-looking fabric peeking out of the pocket of the men's Haneoka uniform jacket hanging on the hanger.

Is it a handkerchief?

As if she had found a savior, she quickly reached out, pulled the piece of fabric out of her pocket, and handed it to Yuecunze, whose eyes were tightly closed.

"Thank you." Yuecun Ze quickly reached out and took it, vigorously wiping his face and mouth as well.

But why does it feel so soft, and smell so good too?

He looked down in confusion—

A delicate pink bow is embroidered on a white triangular piece of fabric.

Koshimura's mind went blank for a moment, as if it had just gone blank.

He raised his head blankly and looked at Chihaya Aine beside him: "Where did you get this from?"

Chihaya Aine stared at the object in his hand, her cheeks flushing crimson at a visible speed. Her voice trembled as she stammered, "From...from your pocket..."

what.

So it was your panties.

Koshimura looked at the two pink dragon horns that had sprouted from her head.

It’s over.

Chapter Four: Unknown

"Why am I always the one who gets hurt..." Koshimura Sawa lay helplessly on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the white ceiling, feeling as if the whole world was spinning.

[That's how it is with the Water Ghost; even if Top Esports shuts out AL, the Water Ghost will still be whipped around like a top.]

The giraffe seems to be a bit too hateful; I think you're just jealous of our brother's great personality.

"It's because you always do these weird things." Nagasaki Motoyo sat on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl, looking at him helplessly.

"That was all at the behest of my sect leader; it has nothing to do with my own noble character," Yue Cunze said, on the verge of tears. "It's reasonable for sorcerers to occasionally make strange contractual requests, isn't it?"

"Where would a sect leader ask their contractor to steal a girl's panties..." Nagasaki Motoyo muttered under her breath, scooping up a spoonful of porridge and holding it to Koshimura Sawa's lips. "Here, ah—"

Koshimura Sawa stared at the spoon shoved in front of him, instinctively opening his mouth to put it in. His face immediately contorted in pain as he began to breathe on it, "Hot, hot, hot—"

"Huh?" Nagasaki Motoyo paused for a moment, then put the spoon away. "Is it hot?"

She quickly scooped up another spoonful of porridge, blew on it a few times, and then, taking advantage of Yuecunze's inattention, secretly licked a small mouthful: "Hmm, this should be just right."

"Hey, I'm still watching from the side." On the hospital bed next to her, Toyokawa Shoko finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Ah." Nagasaki Motoyo put down her spoon, turned to look at Toyokawa Shoko and the plastic bowl on the small table in front of her, and smiled. "Shoko, don't you have porridge too? Could it be that one bowl isn't enough?"

Their gazes met in mid-air, as if invisible sparks were crackling.

[When exactly did Su Shi begin...? Why didn't I notice anything before?]

【Xiao Xiang... I know you like Ze Jun too, but there's one thing I absolutely will not back down on!】

"Sawa." Toyokawa Shoko suddenly turned to look at Koshimura Sawa, pushed the bowl toward him, and said gently, "This bowl here seems to be at just the right temperature, why don't you drink mine first?"

“Xiao Xiang, your magic power is so depleted, and you haven’t eaten for so long. Wouldn’t it be better to replenish your strength first?” Nagasaki Motoyo immediately retorted. “As for Ze-kun, I can take care of him.”

"Don't worry about it, I know my own body well."

"That won't do~ Xiao Xiang always likes to show off, and as his former teammate, I know that very well."

Caught in the middle, Koshimura felt like a small boat in the eye of a typhoon, about to be blown away by the invisible force emanating from the two girls.

So who did the typhoon actually save?

He opened his mouth, intending to say that he could eat it himself, but seeing the kind looks in their eyes, he immediately swallowed his words.

will die.

The two supreme beings fought to the edge of the universe, even exhausting their Happy Beans. As a mere level 4 sorcerer, I won't join in the fun.

What has been erased?

Hey teammates, hey teammates, help me out! Hey Black, why are you so obsessed with farming those three wolves?

Wait, Little Black?

Koshimura looked down at the black slime lying on the blanket and said in surprise, "Didn't you go with Aine and the others?"

The surface of the black Gu suddenly surged, and a line of text appeared.

[The pink, milkless dragon is trying to kill me, it's terrifying.]

That's true.

The astrology department is fraught with danger; it's not a place I can stay for long. I must find another place to go...

So, does getting bigger mean you can type more words...?

Nagasaki Motoyo and Toyokawa Shoko were also drawn to this sudden "third party," temporarily halting their silent contest and curiously looking at the mysterious black creature.

Seemingly sensing the gaze, the black Gu trembled slightly, and its liquid surface suddenly surged violently as if boiling, revealing a new line of text.

A throne forged from countless bones, a thousand eyes gazing into the abyss, two moons hanging high in the sky, only a sigh remains.

The moon waxes and wanes, fate has no fixed order; two heads and one end, the sacred number is 3.

【The new tree is built on bone, fireflies glow through fungi, and crimson stains the sky; its name is—】

The writing stopped abruptly here, as if forcibly interrupted by some force.

"This is...?" Toyokawa Shoko blinked as she looked at the words that suddenly appeared before her eyes.

——Li Yi (3G) Si Ling Qi ② Er Si Ba sig————

"Well, the signal is intermittent, as if something is interfering, but it should be able to get through by no means."

Eri, with her arms crossed and back against the metal wall, opened her eyes and looked at Toyokawa Kiyoshi, who was carrying a briefcase and dressed in a suit.

"...I've never believed that prophetic poems are an effective way to transmit information. These things can generally only be understood by looking back after the event has actually happened." Toyokawa Kiyoshi paused for a moment. "Besides, Lady Eri...excuse my bluntness, what you wrote...uh, it's a bit awkward."

The girl's face immediately turned red, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She retorted angrily, "What can we do! None of you are willing to help, so in the end, I, a high school student, have to write it!"

She vented her frustrations by complaining a few times, then turned around, took out an access card from her pocket, and swiped it on the flashing red electronic lock.

With a soft "beep", the heavy alloy airtight door slowly slid open.

"Anyway, once we go inside, stick close to me." Eri's tone suddenly turned serious. "Don't touch anything, don't ask questions or look around too much, take what we need and leave immediately. This place... is a little different."

"Understood." Toyokawa Kiyoko's expression remained unchanged as he simply nodded and followed her inside.

Behind the door, it was less like a laboratory and more like a junkyard filled with all sorts of oddly shaped metal parts, exposed cables, and unidentified biological tissues...

The air was filled with a faint smell of engine oil and the aroma of mushroom hot pot.

Eri deftly navigated around the carelessly discarded parts on the floor and called out to the far end of the room, "Hey, I brought the stuff!"

"Oh, okay." A slightly muffled voice came from afar. "Just put it on the table over there."

Toyokawa Kiyoshi looked around, placed his briefcase on the only relatively empty table, and glanced at the items on it.

"Magic catalysis? Looking at this structure... it's used in biological neural connections. You guys are starting to use this now?"

"Hmm?" After a rustling sound, a man wearing a white lab coat and with long purple hair climbed down from the scaffolding, took off his goggles to reveal a slightly pale face, and looked at him. "Toyokawa Kiyoshi?"

He asked, somewhat surprised, "You know about this?"

"I feel like you all have a deep misunderstanding about me..." Toyokawa Kiyotaka sighed helplessly. "Do you think that someone like me, an 'outsider,' should be completely ignorant of everything except playing with money and business tactics, especially the technology that 'truly changes the world'?"

“No, it’s not discrimination.” The purple-haired man put his hands in the pockets of his white coat and looked him up and down. “Isn’t this all thanks to how well you’ve kept it hidden…”

He stopped dwelling on the topic, turned to look at the black briefcase on the table, and his eyes instantly became serious: "Are all the 'blueprints' here?"

“Yes, as agreed, not a single one missing.” Toyokawa Kiyoko nodded. “So, where are my things?”

The purple-haired man turned around and walked to a metal cabinet marked -86℃. After a series of complex biometric unlocking steps, he took out a slender, sealed metal test tube.

“Let me remind you,” the man said with an unusually serious expression, “this technology is still immature. At most, it can give you a chance to ‘transform’. As for how far it can ultimately go… that’s completely unknown.”

“That’s enough.” Toyokawa Kiyoko said expressionlessly, reaching out to take the test tube and putting it into the inside pocket of his suit.

"..." The purple-haired man stared at him for a good ten seconds before finally managing to utter this comment: "He's a madman."

Upon hearing this, Toyokawa Kiyoshi looked at him and gave him a gentle smile.

"Aren't you the same...?"

"Mr. Yutenji Nymph?"

Chapter Five: The Snake Catcher's Tale

"Finally discharged from the hospital..." Yuecun Ze carried a large bag of things and a guitar bag on his back, walking unsteadily down the bustling street.

These past few days he's been tormented to the point of wishing he were dead. Luckily, Su Shi's condition wasn't too serious, and he was discharged from the hospital ahead of schedule. Otherwise, he'd probably be dried up by now.

The main problem is that being surrounded by two beautiful girls every day and not being able to take off on my flight is just too painful.

[Isn't this the most important part?]

However, this nightmare is finally over.

He let out a long breath and raised his head.

The warm afternoon sun shone through the trees lining the streets, casting dappled light on the ground.

A gentle breeze carried the faint scent of flowers, dispelling the ever-present smell of disinfectant in the hospital.

The shops along the street played light music, and pedestrians hurried by. Everything was full of a vibrant sense of daily life, giving him a feeling of being in another world.

Ah, so this is what our Bondoli is like?

After a week of intense life-or-death experiences, his impression of the world had changed from sparkling and exciting to blood-flowing and cardiac arrest.

[Not that gentle]

However, it wouldn't have been possible to reach level four in just one week without this, so it can be considered a blessing in disguise.

and...

He turned to look at Toyokawa Shoko walking beside him. Her blue hair seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. Although she was still a little weak, her back was straight, as if her unique stubbornness and tenacity had returned.

"So, where do you plan to go next?"

“Me?” Toyokawa Shoko thought for a moment. “It’s already this late… there’s no need to go back to school. I’ll go home first, pack up, and then catch up on the lessons I’ve missed these past few days.”

Koshimura was filled with respect. As expected of a strong person who could juggle a band and a part-time job, sleep only a few hours a day and still get a scholarship, how could he still be thinking about studying at a time like this?

Shoko Toyokawa sighed softly, "I wonder how my father is doing now..."

Her voice trailed off, filled with obvious worry.

Oh my god, this barrel is so bad.

"Should I come with you... to see if there's anything I can do to help?" Koshimura Sawa asked tentatively.

He was going to do something that all the male protagonists in Bang Bang fanfiction would do without prior agreement: to severely correct Xiang's father's personality.

However, Toyokawa Shoko quickly shook her head and declined his offer.

"I can't rely on you for everything, can I?" The girl turned her head, looked at him with a reproachful look, and smiled. "Ze has already helped me enough. Sometimes... it's okay to try relying on me a little, okay?"

At that moment, the sunlight fell perfectly on her profile, her smile clean and pure, yet carrying a hint of strength unique to her.

Koshimura felt as if his heart had been utterly crushed.

Sure enough, he was like a vampire. He could remain calm and composed when he saw history and blood, but he would suffer terribly when he encountered sunlight and beautiful things.

"I see..." He turned his head away somewhat awkwardly, and coughed lightly. "I guess I should go home first."

He pointed to Xiao Hei, who was quietly perched on his shoulder, disguised as an ordinary doll: "After all, we need to settle this guy down first."

Little Black wriggled slightly, extending a small black tentacle that made a very human-like... thumbs-up gesture.

It seems you have broken through the limitations of text and evolved into the image era.