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Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [170]

“Elias, here. Wear this.”

After tying the [Key Stone] onto a woven cord, Lucario stepped forward and handed it to Elias.

Their conversation with Zoroark cut off mid-bicker, Elias blinked, then gave a slightly awkward cough.

He’d gotten so caught up arguing with Zoroark that he’d forgotten Lucario was even standing there.

Talking about him losing....

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Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [169]

[Over the next few days, your time is split between aura training, exploring ruins with Cynthia, and helping Cogita tend her flowers.]

[It feels like everyone’s taken a piece of your schedule, and yet… when you finally sit down and do the math, somehow you’ve still spent the most time with Zoroark.]

"How do you even manage that?"

Elias s...

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Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [168]

The moment Lucario linked her with [Aura], Zoroark felt like her entire world had been refreshed.

Even though she was still downstairs, she could now hear every sound from the room above with perfect clarity.

She could even make out Elias’s steady breathing.

So this is [Aura]...

She gave Lucario a rare nod of...

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Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [167]

Discovered. She was discovered!

Zoroark shrank back behind Elias, panic all over her face.

Just moments ago, she'd been basking in triumph—never expecting that in the blink of an eye, she’d be completely exposed.

And worst of all, it had been Irida—the very person she’d been impersonating—who saw through her.

Across from them, Irida stood with her arms...

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Pokémon: Breeding Simulator [166]

Crimson Mirelands – Cogita’s Courtyard

"Elias, I propose that from now on, you forbid Zoroark from approaching while you’re training with [Aura]."

Lucario stood with his arms crossed, face expressionless as he spoke.

At this point, he was numb.

"Says who?"

"You wanna fight?"

Before Elias could even respond, Zor...

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Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [10]

No matter how many times he saw it, Obsidian still thought the Thumb was brutally efficient.

If you were far, it’d shoot you down.
If you were close, it’d smash your skull in with the butt of the gun.

Didn’t matter where you ran. You weren’t getting away.

While Texas was out sweeping monsters from the perimeter, Obsidian stayed behind, managing Doubts as th...

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Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [9]

“No… no…”

Right now, Obsidian was pacing back and forth inside the room, mind clouded with frustration.

On the surface, everything in the City was progressing smoothly. After a full night of steel-scraping, his Doubts had multiplied to twelve units. As frontline defenders and basic labor bots, they were more than sufficient.

By all accounts, his early-game setup was of...

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Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [8]

“So… Obsidian, got anything you need me to help with?”

Texas had been quiet for a while before she finally spoke. The moment Obsidian heard that sentence, he lit up.

You’re offering to help me do labor?

I’m wide awake now.

Sure, having Texas on the job wouldn’t be as cost-effective as using Doubts—she’d need real resources—but her stre...

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Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [7]

“…Hey, Obsidian. Are you sure this is edible?”

As Obsidian was in the middle of creating his first Doubt, Texas sat staring at a roasted Sweeper, visibly uncertain. After a pause, she looked up and asked the question aloud.

There was just something about this thing that didn’t sit right with her.

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Arknights: I Became a Mobile City, but It’s a Lobotomy City [6]

“There’s more to the Thumb and Fixers?”

Obsidian turned his head and looked at Texas, only to meet the curiosity glowing in her eyes.

She now regarded him as some kind of sage—or at the very least, someone worth listening to.

“Heh… You know, this mobile city once had its own civilization.”

He paused for a beat before finally speaking. Texas blinked at that...

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Restricted-Class Shinigami [10]

Tenth Division Barracks.

“These were the questions on the student council recruitment test?”

Shiba Isshin raised an eyebrow as he looked at the two sheets Shiba Kaien handed him, clearly surprised.

“Where’d you get these?”

“I just asked for them,” Kaien replied with a grin. “I am the honorary president, after all.”

...

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Restricted-Class Shinigami [9]

On the day the written exam results were announced, a large board was set up in the plaza of the Shin’ō Academy, displaying just a few dozen names.

A crowd quickly formed, students squeezing forward to check — some left disappointed, others ecstatic. A few were practically wailing with regret.

Petite and unable to push her way through, Rukia called out to Abarai Renji, who had ...

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Restricted-Class Shinigami [8]

"Rukia, what are you looking at?"

The red-haired boy with a striking hairstyle squeezed through the crowd to stand beside his companion, eyes lifting to the bulletin board.

"They mentioned it during the ceremony — the student council."

Standing next to him was a petite, sharp-featured girl with short black hair that curled at the ends. Her deep violet eyes studied the notice...

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Restricted-Class Shinigami [7]

The entrance ceremony for the new students at the Shin’ō Academy.

Normally, only faculty and first-year students would be present at such an event.

But at this moment, Nobu stood among the instructors — right beside Nanada Hideaki.

Headmaster Sasakibe Gyōsō was on stage addressing the newly enrolled first-years. His speech was formal, encouraging the students to study h...

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Restricted-Class Shinigami [6]

The holiday passed in idleness — the kind of idle that quickly turned dull.

Nobu had nothing to do each day except train. Shūhei frequently came to spar with him, only to lose again and again. Though he kept saying he didn’t want to fight Nobu anymore, the number of matches never seemed to decrease.

[Spiritual Pressure Level: Lv. 14]
[Zan...

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I’m Doomed! I Got Trapped in a Dream! [5]

No good. No intel on him at all.

Nahida frowned, pinching her chin in thought as she scoured through five hundred years of memory, even reaching into the Void Archive in search of anything related to this strange young man. But no matter how she searched, she couldn’t match him with anyone she knew.

Before she could think further, Chen Mo suddenly stood up, placed his han...

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I’m Doomed! I Got Trapped in a Dream! [4]

At that moment, Amber — who had just abruptly materialized out of thin air — still looked a bit out of place.

Her textures had loaded, but the lighting hadn’t caught up yet. The red of her outfit was a flat, solid red. The whites were pure, detail-less white. Her exposed skin was a single unshaded tone of flesh — like someone had slapped different images onto a blank canvas withou...

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I’m Doomed! I Got Trapped in a Dream! [3]

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here,” Venti gently cradled Dvalin’s enormous face, comforting the wounded dragon with soft, soothing words.

“Venti! I finally get to see the real you—now let’s settle this once and for all… are you a guy or a girl? Hehehe…”

Unlike the Traveler in the cutscene, who was supposed to hide behind a tree with Paimon and observe from a distance,...

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I’m Doomed! I Got Trapped in a Dream! [2]

“You can just swim across~”

In this 1:1 recreation of the Genshin Impact game world, Paimon’s NPC was still diligently running the beginner tutorial. After saying that line, she floated straight across the surface of Starfell Lake and hovered over the little island at its center.

Chen Mo stepped into the shallows of Starfell Lake. Once the water reached his neck, his ...

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I’m Doomed! I Got Trapped in a Dream! [1] & Synopsis

Synopsis:

Alternate title: Genshin, But Everyone’s an NPC
Or: Oops, I Accidentally Got Isekai’d into the Genshin Game, but Everyone in Co-Op Is Themselves?!

I thought I’d transmigrated to Teyvat.
But it turns out... I was inside the Genshin Impact game itself — daily commissions, domains, even the Spiral Abyss were all here.<...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [320]

Hisui — Jubilife Village

Now that they had a place to stay, August, Gardevoir, and Zinnia sat inside the house they had temporarily settled in.

Zinnia glanced left and right, clearly full of questions she was holding back.

August spoke first: “If you want to ask something, just ask.”

As if she’d been waiting for those words—

Zinn...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [319]

“Flaaffy, [Thunderbolt]!”

As August gave the command, arcs of electricity sparked across Flaaffy’s wool.

Its neck fur puffed up, and a crackling [Thunderbolt] surged toward Kadabra.

The electric strike hit dead-on. Kadabra winced in pain but held firm, raising its spoon to deliver a retaliatory blow.

However—

[Vo...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [318]

The moment August stepped through the entrance hall, the heavy steel door slammed shut behind him with a clang.

Almost immediately, a pack of Houndour, led by a Houndoom, surged out from all directions, encircling the three of them.

“So this is your welcome committee?”

August looked around, amused. “Pretty underwhelming...”

Compared to the opponents he...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [317]

Sevii Island

Disguised as an ordinary tourist, August stepped foot onto Sevii Island.

Though it was his first time here, that didn’t change the determined fire in his heart—he was going to uproot Team Rocket from Sevii Island, once and for all.

“August, are you sure she’s reliable?”

As she spoke, Lorelei glanced toward Sird, w...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [316]

Gary had left—left with the resolve to grow stronger.

In his own words, he was embarking on a spiritual journey of self-cultivation to heal the heart that had been battered and bruised by August.

To that, August was deeply skeptical.

He knew Gary far too well. That whole “self-cultivation” thing? Yeah, right. The guy was probably off to find Ash just so he could brag abo...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [505]

A room had been prepared for Honjou Nia.

Technically speaking, it was a “room,” but it was sparsely furnished—aside from a bed, there was hardly anything in it.

As Kotori had put it:

“Once Sister wakes up, this room will be hers. We’ll decorate it according to her preferences after she settles in.”

So they’d already decided she was staying?

M...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [504]

A few days later, just as she had promised, Kotori Itsuka brought the now fully recovered Honjou Nia back to the Spirit Apartment.

And then… a small argument broke out between Kotori, Shidou, and Melusine.

Shidou and Kotori intended to set up a separate room for Nia, but Melusine didn’t see the point in going through all that trouble.

“Wouldn’t it be simpler to just le...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [503]

After defeating Ellen, Melusine didn’t kill her. Instead, she brought both her and Honjou Nia back to the Spirit Apartment.

Nia was placed gently in Melusine’s own room. As for Ellen, she was handed over to Kotori Itsuka—or more precisely, to Ratatoskr.

Melusine, familiar with the plot, remembered that DEM and Ratatoskr were long-standing enemies. This rivalry dated back to th...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [502]

As Melusine launched her assault on the Pacific island base, DEM’s Japanese branch had already received word.

More precisely… the one who received the report was DEM’s Executive Director: Isaac Westcott.

A man in his mid-thirties with dull ash-golden hair and blade-sharp eyes, dressed in a jet-black suit that seemed to absorb all light, Westcott cast a cold gaze at the report ...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [501]

The destroyer was approaching—each footstep drawing nearer was a death knell sounding in the dark.

Deep within the base, more and more personnel succumbed to panic.

And yet, amid the chaos, a feverish excitement ignited in some hearts.

“So this is the power of a spirit…”

One researcher, clutching his chest in anxious breathlessness, whispered deliriously. A grin ...

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