Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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Luckily, he had opened Xiangzi's box in his previous life and knew that her home was in Chiyu, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to find it in this remote and dark place.

【OMG, ESU!】

Teacher Xiaoxiang spends half a day walking on this street with hardly any streetlights after get off work every day. It's no wonder she was assassinated that day.

If Eshimura Sawa were to make the selection, he would definitely be stationed here.

He followed the direction he remembered and walked up the stairs, the rusty iron staircase making a sickeningly loud noise.

The corridor on the second floor was equally narrow and dark. With the help of the faint light that came in, Koshimura Sawa quickly found the door with the name "Toyokawa" written on it among several almost identical wooden doors and knocked on it.

no respond.

Boiling wine barrel, is he drunk again?

This is where the sorcerer's pitifully small number of known spell slots really comes into play. If they had a [Knock] spell, they wouldn't have to worry about opening doors.

There was nothing he could do but carefully put Toyokawa Shoko down from his back again. Fortunately, she was a deep sleeper and didn't wake up despite all the commotion along the way.

Isn't this medicine a little too effective?

After rummaging through Toyokawa Shoko's shoulder bag for a while, his fingers finally touched the cold metal. Koshimura Sawa breathed a sigh of relief and took out a bunch of keys with butterfly-themed keychains attached.

Hey bro, I'm not Orochi!

Soyo is right, there are indeed many signs in Tsuki no Mori.

"Click."

As soon as he opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol mixed with a damp, musty odor filled his nostrils. Yuecunze frowned instinctively and groped for the light switch on the wall.

With a "click," the old ceiling light flickered a few times, emitting a dim, yellowish light that barely illuminated the room.

The scene I had imagined—with bottles strewn everywhere and nowhere to step—did not occur. Fortunately, the floor was relatively clean, with signs of cleaning visible, except for a thin layer of dust in the corners.

Is Xiang's father not home?

He's probably off gallivanting somewhere again.

Koshimura sighed, used his foot to pry open the shoji door that was blocking the center of the room, and placed her on the quilt in the corner.

I moved very gently, trying not to wake her.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the small, simple, yet exceptionally clean space.

Losing her mother at a young age, with a neglectful father, she went to school and work during the day. On her way home, she would pick up her drunken father from the police station. After cleaning up the bottles scattered on the floor, she would eat dry, hard bread for dinner. After finishing her homework, she still had to compose music and write scripts...

This is what Toyokawa Shoko's days are like.

Just a year ago, she was a pampered young lady who had never even seen a vending machine. How did she submit her first resume? And how was she rejected? Would a company that hires a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl sign a proper contract? She's afraid to sit down on the tram late at night—is she afraid of falling asleep and missing her stop? How did she learn to pay utility bills? Did she only find out about them when the bills were posted on her door? And how did she manage to secure sponsorship for her band?

Xiangzi, will you be happy in the future?

When Yuecun Ze was watching the hen card, he was also annoyed by Xiangzi's amazing operation. He fought with the chef in the comments section for eight hundred rounds until the other party broke away and blocked him.

But looking at the scene before him, he suddenly realized.

She was just a fifteen-year-old girl.

At an age when they should be rebelling, they lose the right to rebel and are forced to fight against fate.

This was her only way to resist.

Thus, he embarked on a tragic path at a young age.

......

Koshimura reached out and gently brushed aside the messy hair on her forehead that was damp with sweat, carefully tucking the blanket around her.

Xiao Xiang, make sure your thighs don't get cold.

I casually and accidentally took off her little leather shoes and put them aside.

It wasn't done casually, nor was it accidental.

who cares.

Koshimura Sawa stood up, picked up his bag which was placed aside, and glanced at Toyokawa Shoko, who was curled up in the bedding with only half of her face showing.

Under the dim light, her brows relaxed, as if she had temporarily escaped the heavy burden of reality and sunk into a beautiful dream.

Good night, sweet dreams.

Just as the door was about to close completely, through the ever-narrowing crack, Yuecunze's gaze finally settled on the small figure inside the room, his lips moving slightly:

"Xiangzi, I wish you happiness."

The sound was so faint that it was instantly swallowed up by the closing door.

The small room fell silent again, with only the old ceiling light emitting a very faint electrical hum.

The pair of eyes, which had been tightly closed under the covers, slowly opened and stared blankly at the blank ceiling.

A moment later, she silently stood up, walked to the wall, and pressed the switch.

"Snapped."

The faint buzzing sound disappeared, and as the last dim light source was extinguished, an impenetrable darkness once again engulfed the entire room.

The girl lay back down in bed, curling herself up completely. Suddenly, she pulled the blanket up and covered her head.

"Woo..."

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The hands of the clock crawled silently, eventually merging silently at "10".

The sound of a key being inserted into the lock rang out, and Toyokawa Kiyotaka pushed open the door, casually tossing his briefcase aside.

Beneath the deep-set eye sockets were a pair of eyes filled with fatigue and numbness.

He looked around and walked straight to the center of the living room.

He opened the plastic bag he was carrying and began placing the empty wine bottles one by one on the ground.

By the faint moonlight from the window, he carefully adjusted their positions and angles, occasionally squeezing a particular can that had been deliberately flattened even flatter.

The bottom of the bottle made a slight, short knocking sound when it touched the floor.

In the dim light, the empty bottles, some standing and some lying down, resembled tombstones, blocking the faint light from the window and casting long, distorted shadows.

Ultimately, he merged into the shadow of Toyokawa Kiyotaka.

Only after placing the last bottle did he straighten up and walk towards the shoji door in the center of the room.

"Wow--"

The sound of the door sliding open was exceptionally clear in the silence.

Light streamed from the living room into the inner room, illuminating the small figure curled up on the floor.

　Yi Linyinqi is five times the self-proclaimed Jiu Ba Fengchuan Qinggao's steps suddenly stopped.

"...?"

A syllable tinged with doubt squeezed out of his dry throat.

A change finally occurred on his usually expressionless face.

He stiffly turned his neck, his gaze sweeping across the small space like a searchlight.

Finally, the image freezes on the sleeping daughter on the floor, with the blanket tucked in tightly.

Slowly bending down, he touched the old, yet exceptionally clean, quilt—

She picked up a strand of short black hair.

Chapter Forty-Two: A Mistake

The night was as dark as water, pressing heavily over the dilapidated streets and alleys of Akabane Ward, so thick it was almost impenetrable. Only a few streetlights, barely clinging to life, emitted a faint glow.

You know what, it's actually a bit scary in this pitch black.

Soyo is really something else. A high school girl walking down this kind of road late at night and encountering a drunken, violent man—it's a miracle she wasn't scared to death.

From some unknown corner in the distance came Master Ye's croaking voice, which sounded somewhat eerie, startling Yue Cunze so much that he immediately opened his playlist for walking at night.

"A big banana~ A big banana~"

ykn gave a heartfelt performance.

Okay, that feels better now.

Sometimes, what you're afraid of is just the music.

He had just put on his headphones, ready to start enjoying the music, when a hand suddenly slapped him hard on the shoulder from behind.

"Brother, lend me a fire."

He nodded and put his hands in his pockets.

He then rolled to the side.

Without warning, a sharp rock spike burst forth from the concrete ground where he had just been standing.

"Hey, if you say you won't lend it, then don't. Why make such a big gesture?" The middle-aged man, dressed in classic office worker attire, quickly reached out to help him up.

Where can I help her?

Koshimura had no time to complain. He scrambled to his feet, but as soon as he took a step, the ground beneath his feet suddenly caved in, and he lost his footing and fell to the ground again.

"Why are you running?" The middle-aged office worker sighed, slowly walked up to him, squatted down, and looked at him. "Do I look like a cruel person?"

Koshimura Sawa gritted his teeth and instinctively reached behind him with his right hand.

Got it empty.

Oh no, I think I left my guitar in the RiNG and forgot to bring it out.

Wouldn't that mean certain death?!

"Wait, brother!" Yuecun Ze quickly reached out to block him, pointing to his own face, "—You've mistaken me for someone else, it's not me."

"Huh?" The middle-aged office worker seemed genuinely taken aback. He squinted and looked him up and down in the dim light of the streetlamp, his face immediately showing apology. "Oh dear, sorry brother, I just flew back from Switzerland. I was on a plane for more than ten hours, and I haven't adjusted to the time difference yet."

"It's alright, it's alright." Yuecunze gave an understanding smile, forcing himself to stand up despite the pain, and dusted off his hands. "Sorry, brother, I was in a bit of a rush and forgot my lighter. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now—"

"We're already calling each other brothers, so what else is there to say? Let's just go." The middle-aged office worker waved his hand heartily.

[Carrying all the hardships of yesterday, we exchange them for some happiness and joy tomorrow~]

Koshimura nodded at him and then turned away.

The moment his foot landed, it sank into what appeared to be a solid surface.

Fossils turned into mud.

The hard concrete road surface turned into a swamp, swallowing half of his body in an instant.

The cold voice of a middle-aged office worker came from behind me.

"If they're not professionals I like, just kill them."

Haha, that's amazing!

Your mother... Koshimura struggled to get away, but the harder she tried, the deeper she sank.

“Although I don’t know who you are,” the middle-aged man said, toying with his harmonica as he approached step by step, stopping at the edge of the mud pit. Looking down at Yuecunze in the mud, he said with a helpless expression, “you’ve seen my face. Do you really think… I would let you go?”

"If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck."

“No, brother, it was too dark just now, I really didn’t see you—” Before Yuecun Ze could finish speaking, two tentacles made of hard rock emerged from the mud beneath him and blocked his mouth.

"Too much talk." The middle-aged man slowly raised his harmonica to his lips. "Well then, goodbye—"

"call--"

Simultaneously with the first syllable came a gunshot that ripped through the night sky.

The harmonica in the middle-aged man's hand flew away in response to the sound. The metal casing was accurately hit by the bullet, sparks flew out, and it spun and fell into the darkness in the distance.

"Who?!" He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction from which the gunshot came.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadow of the streetlamp and raised his hands.