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The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [380]

“Jump down?”

Lumine frowned in thought. Then—

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Paimon by the leg.

“They say, ‘Raise a Paimon for a thousand days, use a Paimon for a moment…’”

She lifted Paimon above her head.

“Paimon! Fly me down!”

“That’s not a saying! And why are you using me when you have a Wind Glide...

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The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [379]

After arriving at Wuwang Hill, Jia Changjiang finally swapped out his wheelchair…

For a cane.

According to Hu Tao, the place they were heading to had no smooth roads, making a wheelchair impractical.

The cane itself was something Hu Tao had conveniently grabbed from Wangsheng Funeral Parlor for him.

And, within minutes…

Jia Changjiang had already mastered the a...

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The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [378]

After discussing the plan with Hu Tao, Lumine set off alone to collect mementos from Wolf Bro’s childhood friends.

As for Jia Changjiang?

He stayed behind at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor under the perfectly valid excuse of being "mobility impaired."

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The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [377]

Lumine was certain—her current condition was top-tier, and Jia Changjiang was in a wheelchair. There was no way he could outperform her.

Confident in her strength, she gripped her sword tightly, ready to cut down these so-called "curses" one by one.

However…

After taking out just a few Hilichurls, she glanced over at Jia Changjiang, only to see him—still in his ...

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The Weapon Master Shall Never Die Bare-Handed in Genshin Impact [376]

“W-what… with a sword?”

Luo Cheng stared at Jia Changjiang in horror. “Wouldn’t I die if you cut me?!”

“Nah, not at all. This sword is special.”

Jia Changjiang spoke with a reassuring tone. “If it were any other blade, you’d have a point. But this one—Azakana’s Blade—is a spiritual weapon. As long as I handle it properl...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [75]

“Long time no see, August! I’ve heard all about what happened in Vermilion City,” Professor Oak greeted him.

He hadn’t expected August to deal with Lt. Surge so decisively—he had originally assumed August was just gathering intel.

“It was nothing, really…” August replied.

He had expected Professor Oak to take longer to arrive from Pallet Town, yet somehow, he h...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [74]

[Pokémon: Gyarados ♂]
[Type: Water, Flying]
[Ability: Intimidate]
[Level: 25]
[Moves: Crunch, Twister, Ice Fang, Waterfall, Whirlpool, Brine…]
[Held Item: Mystic Water]

After evolving, Magikarp’s level had risen to 25.

With Gyarados’s evolution, the average size of August’s Pokémon team had once again increased significantly.

Shelgon...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [73]

Gary had been talking non-stop for a while before he finally noticed August looking at him with an odd expression.

He suddenly realized… he might have said too much.

"Ahem, I was just—" Gary started, trying to explain.

August patted him on the shoulder and interrupted, "No need to say more. I get it!"

Gary: "?"

What exactly do you get?

But he qui...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [72]

"Since it’s just a friendly match, how about a 1v1?" August suggested.

"Sounds good!" Gary responded confidently, full of fighting spirit.

If he couldn’t even defeat an Eevee, what kind of Trainer was he? He might as well go home and be a researcher like his grandfather.

Seeing Gary’s unwavering confidence, August chuckled. He only hoped Gary would still have that expres...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [71]

Professor Cerise’s hesitation was well within August’s expectations.

Given the current state of the League, working as a consultant for the International Police did come with certain risks. The memories of his missing former colleagues were still fresh, making it difficult not to worry.

So, August had prepared a little bargaining chip.

“I heard that your research require...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [70]

"Happiny, use [Disarming Voice]!"

"Mudkip, don’t be afraid! Use [Water Gun]!"

"Happy!"

Happiny let out an adorable cry, attempting to deal emotional damage to Mudkip.

"Yee!"

Mudkip planted its feet firmly on the ground, eyes filled with determination. Despite the damage from [Disarming Voice], it retaliated with ...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [69]

"...Not possible?" Blue asked in confusion.

August had been acting all mysterious for a while now, and she had no idea what he was up to.

"It’s nothing..."

August stuffed the [Zap Plate] back into his backpack. Even if he wasn’t going to use it for now, he absolutely wasn’t going to evolve Eevee into Jolteon.

If it turned into a walking bundle...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [68]

With the League’s security system riddled with holes, it was only a matter of time before Team Rocket discovered his identity.

There was no helping it—after all, Gardevoir was his strongest partner. He couldn’t just stop using her out of fear of exposure.

Still, just because his identity would eventually be revealed didn’t mean he had to go out of his way to expose himself n...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [67]

"Ah, Elite Four Bruno!"

It wasn’t until Bruno spoke that August noticed his presence.

Bruno smiled at August. "I heard you were the one who discovered the intelligence about Team Rocket’s Celadon City base. That’s really..."

He wasn’t sure whether to praise August or be furious at the incompetence of the League’s intelligence personnel.

Setting Lt. Surge aside ...

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Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [66]

While Iono replied to August’s Super Chat, she quickly moved on to another topic—switching to a fitness routine she had just learned.

Nestled comfortably in August’s arms, Eevee watched the stream, ears twitching in time with Iono’s movements.

Then—

It started mimicking her.

The little fox wobbled side to side, ears bobbing up and down—looking absolutely ador...

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You Will Regret This Ichinose! [135]

Uesugi Gen grinned as he watched the elastic bandage wrap neatly around Horikita Suzune’s slender ankle. Her small, pale foot had already been iced to reduce the swelling—now, all she needed was proper rest.

Suddenly, a sharp, ice-cold gaze sliced through the air, landing directly on him.

[Turn around. Stop looking.]

[Wow, what a way to bite the ha...

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You Will Regret This Ichinose! [134]

Beside the tent.

Uesugi Gen was gazing off toward the girls' obstacle course race.

It seemed his dear vice class representative had gotten stuck at the very first challenge.

Ichinose was currently balancing on the beam, arms stretched out as she wobbled, trying her best to steady herself. Her small foot hovered midair for quite some time before she finally took a step—only f...

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You Will Regret This Ichinose! [133]

The former Class B was doing exceptionally well. Under Uesugi Gen’s strategic (read: underhanded) command, the team events were won with minimal effort. The individual matches also proceeded smoothly, with seeded players like Shibata and Kanzaki securing solid placements.

As for now…

"Heave—ho! Heave—ho! Pull!"

Uesugi stood firm, gripping the rop...

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You Will Regret This Ichinose! [132]

Inside the infirmary—

Kōenji Rokusuke admired his unparalleled beauty in a handheld mirror while absentmindedly reminding Uesugi Gen,

"Hmm~ Uesugi-boy, aren’t you going to get moving? The pole-toppling match is about to begin."

"Judging by your tone, you’re not planning on going yourself, are you?"

Still lounging on the chair, Uesugi casually played on his phone a...

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You Will Regret This Ichinose! [131]

After resting in the infirmary for a while, Uesugi Gen took out his phone, checked the time, and stepped outside.

He was planning to cheer for the girls' events.

However, shouting for each individual competitor would be too much work. Plus, doing that might make Ichinose unhappy.

So, he opted for another method—he took out his phone.

[I'll be cheering for you i...

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You Will Regret This Ichinose! [130]

Despite Uesugi Gen's reluctance, the day had finally arrived.

The sports festival commenced as all students entered the grounds dressed in their sports uniforms.

At the opening ceremony, the speech was once again delivered by the third-year Class A student, Fujimaki-senpai.

Once his speech concluded, each class returned to their designated areas to prepare for the upcoming eve...

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You Will Regret This Ichinose! [129]

"Mmm~"

Lying in bed, wrapped snugly in his blanket, Uesugi Gen let out a long sigh of contentment.

Just a moment ago, he'd successfully sent Ichinose away, which meant he could now enjoy his precious second round of sleep—the kind where he could snooze until the world turned dark.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

Ding-dong, ding-dong~

A leis...

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You Will Regret This Ichinose! [128]

After settling the matters with the Uesugi Group, Uesugi Gen suddenly remembered—there was something he had yet to deal with.

Closing his eyes, he unlocked the sealed memories in his brain…

A cool evening breeze swept past, but it sent a chill down Uesugi Gen’s spine instead.

Oh, crap!

My phone!

Back when he picked up Shibata Sō’s phone, ...

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You Will Regret This Ichinose! [127]

Tap, tap... tap, tap...

Unhurried footsteps echoed through the hallway. The afternoon sunlight cast its glow on an indescribable figure, projecting its massive shadow onto the wall...

"Little students, be good~ Come out quickly. If you don’t... I’ll have to come find you~"

A hollow yet clear hum drifted through the second floor.

In the corner of the second f...

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You Will Regret This Ichinose! [126]

Tap…

Tap…

TAP…

Two distinct footsteps echoed through the empty corridor—one firm and steady, every step hitting the ground with crisp precision; the other light and rhythmic, brimming with energy.

Gradually—

The two sets of footsteps approached the clubroom door and came to a halt.

"Strange… The clubroom key should be wi...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [450]

The air was still, silence falling like a heavy curtain.

Fas’s voice was hoarse, as if he were a drowning man clinging desperately to his last hope.

All eyes turned to Frieren—Fas’s pleading gaze, Stark’s curiosity, and Fern’s tentative concern were fixed upon her.

But Frieren’s eyes were cold as she turned to Fas.

“I refuse,” she said bluntly.

Her ...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [449]

Today marked the end of the third round of the First-Class Mage exam.

Due to the unexpectedly high number of candidates passing the second round, the Magic Association had to revise the format of the third round.

Frieren’s grandmaster, the legendary elf mage Serie—known as the longest-living and most accomplished mage in existence—arrived in the magical city of Äußerst to ov...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [448]

This happened shortly after Q joined Frieren's group.

It was an evening when the stars twinkled like pearls scattered across the sea.

Dinner consisted of fish Stark had caught in a nearby pond. Despite the abundance of bones, the meal was decent—certainly better than the dry, flavorless bread they carried.

Although Q wasn’t particularly fond of greasy food, she wasn’t un...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [447]

Early in the morning, the candidates who had passed the first round of the First-Class Mage Examination gathered at the tomb’s entrance.

Historically, the second round often involved direct competition among candidates, with only the last remaining person deemed worthy of passing.

However, this year’s proctor, Sense, had a different plan.

“I, as you can see, am a pacifis...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [446]

Later that day, Q and the group returned to their current lodging.

The room was simple: two single beds, a wooden wardrobe, a single window, and a painting on the wall to keep the room from feeling too plain.

This was Frieren and Fern’s room.

A basket filled with an assortment of pastries sat on the wooden floor, its contents carefully arranged on sheets of parchment paper.<...

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