“Her first kiss—it’s still here.”

“You…you want to…”

“And now, I am here in front of you, taking away, oh no, taking away her first kiss – after all, she originally belonged to me.”

“Wha, what…”

The young man smiled, with arrogant facial features and bold body movements, which froze the pure-hearted girl in place.

Generally speaking, in literary and artistic works, when there is a big age gap between couples, the younger one tends to be the dominant one – otherwise it would appear that the older one is bullying the other, which would create a bad impression.

But the reality is often not the case.

The two people in front of him were probably more than six years older than each other, and the older youth was in the lead, holding Rashia in his arms in an oppressive manner, and facing Kiri as if to show off.

“Lecia – I love you.”

A frivolous, exaggerated confession that anyone can tell is a lie.

But the heroine, Lecia, blushed.

“…”

She stared at the young man’s face infatuatedly, and the astonishment in her eyes slowly melted into a pool of spring water.

“…No, don’t…”

Seeing the changes in Lacia, Tong became flustered.

“Eklesia, please work like a slave for me for the rest of your life.”

——Reciting the pseudonym, the young man who also walked around the world under a pseudonym added a sentence with extra care.

“don’t want……”

“For one tenth of my love——give me everything!!”

The young man was about to kiss her, and Racia closed her eyes happily…

And with the screams, Tong finally couldn’t bear it any longer.

“No!!——Dark Game!! [Burn the Sugar House]!!!”

A sharp cry resounded through the sky, and in an instant, everything was torn apart, deformed, and turned into flowing… followed by solidified syrup.

The world reflected in the pupils turned into a burning flame, expanding, deforming, mixing with the candy-flavored gas in the air, and mutating.

Sugar is flammable and explosive – and the world’s worth of candy that should have directly caused an explosion, but instead, it continued to burn furiously amidst the distorted and deformed force.

Flame, flame, flame.

In the center of the world where everything was burning — Kiri’s black hair turned pure white, and his eyes also turned the color of flames.

The school uniform was replaced by a scarlet court dress, which wrapped around her slender limbs and became an embellishment of flames.

She stared at the young man not far away, her eyes filled with pain and unwillingness.

“Magical Girl Shirozhuo—see above.”

When she told him her name, that originally funny title was tainted with her scent in the repeated life-and-death struggles.

“Duelist Nine-legged Spider—Come on.”

There are only two people here.

——And there is only one person who can walk out of here standing.

Taking out a deck of cards from the air, the young man narrowed his eyes, and dropped the card as Tong’s pupils contracted.

“During your draw phase, I activate [Proliferation G].”

Seeing the cold sweat dripping from Tong’s face as he was unable to chain, the young man shook his head.

(Sorry, after all…heroes have to suffer.)

Apologize in your heart, but continue the duel ruthlessly – that’s all.

Alas, this distortion of cause and effect is also one aspect of the Dharma Ending Age.

Let’s go back a few months and see where it all began –

New book preview? :

Chapter 384 The new book “Magical Girl, but Yu-Gi-Oh” has been released

This is the sequel to this book.

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Summary:

Nine-legged spiders are duelists.

Although he is not the strongest duelist, he is the strongest ability user.

Kiri is a magical girl.

Although she is not the strongest magical girl, she is the loneliest magical girl.

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“You are special.” “Are you here for work?”

“If you hide your edges, you won’t be able to let the other person know your true feelings.” “Are you such a cunning person?”

“Ahaha, I think it’s quite interesting – the master-disciple game with you.” “That’s great, teacher.”

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I hope that some of the problems left over from this book can be solved in the next book.

In this new book you will find:

“I, the nine-legged spider, swear that I will never be a plaything between lesbians again” “Review, then hit the wall” “The magical girl will not be a lolita girl” “Alice! Your skin is the most useful!” “Aida? (I don’t care.jpg)”

Essays/Short Stories:

Chapter 372 May st Diary Reality Complaints

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It is now May 1st, 2:27 in the morning.

I am typing these words in the mourning hall in the water town. My consciousness is a little fuzzy, but I am keeping vigil after all, so finding something to do can help me stay awake.

The incense not far away is half burned. I hope it won’t need to be replaced before I finish writing.

The humidity in the water town makes the clothes wrinkled. There are no neat and formal clothes here, and the mourning hall is also decorated in a retro and shabby style.

The body of my childhood playmate was lying in front of me, three or four meters away. He was covered with a red cloth and his face was painted very white by the undertaker, but it still couldn’t hide the freckles on his face. The coffin was made of iron, and there were two mahjong tables on both sides. I was sitting at the diagonal mahjong table. I was one of the few people here who sat at the mahjong table but didn’t play mahjong.

His death was not sudden: bad living habits, picky eating, and communication difficulties caused by intellectual disabilities had shortened his life months ago, and then the creatures that did not live for life hung a sickle over his head, and lying in the ICU was nothing more than an extension of a useless life.

And then finally he lay here, which was regarded as the end of liberation, liberating himself and his parents.

But he is only a few years older than me.

——I used to think he was just dumber than others, like he learned slower and less than others.

——Until I have complete logical thinking ability and develop the brain functions of an adult

I was finally able to admit that his brain development was abnormal and not mature enough, which was similar to but different from my immature childhood.

Immature normal people are different from intellectually disabled people whose growth path is cut off from the beginning.

He was able to learn to boil an egg, to survive, to have some good things in his life, some people willing to come to his funeral, to shed tears for his passing, some people to keep vigil over him until the sun came up.

But that’s normal people’s thing.

The rituals of birth, aging, sickness and death, the warmth of living in a group, and the affairs between people.

Those just seem like normal human things.

When I recalled his life and thought about whether I, as one of his few playmates, should spend more time with him, I couldn’t help but wonder if he could feel my kindness.

Or was it because of his intellectual deficiency that the good intentions he felt were discounted, or even completely incapable of being felt, and he was just following a habitual pastime and feeling mechanical repetition.

If I think in this way, I can feel a little more relaxed – because I am really a loner, and communication between people is not something I take for granted.

I wasn’t able to see him for the last time. It was a bit difficult to find time to rush over from another city. But even if I had rushed over, I would probably have only seen him lying in bed in a coma. Although it’s a bit bad to say this, maybe the accident was no different from now, and he would have been diagnosed as brain dead by then.

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It is May 1st, and 11:38 pm.

I was writing intermittently in the morning and fell asleep in the middle of it. I think it was around five o’clock, and I slept until seven o’clock. When I got up, I was cremated and buried in the cemetery.

The sounds of the Taoist priest and the gong, the low and high sounds, made me, who was already not in the best of spirits, become fuzzy.

When it was over, I didn’t feel reluctant to leave, nor did I feel like “ah, it’s finally over”. I just felt that “the end is the end”, which is rare for me who is used to hating all kinds of long rituals.

But maybe it’s just the numbness of hardship, who knows.

I took a nap in the morning and then had a meal with my relatives. I didn’t eat much as I had no appetite.

I bought a hot drink on my way home, but because I fell asleep as soon as I got home, it was cold when I woke up.

I woke up, had dinner, went out for a walk, and ended up at my cousin’s convenience store.

——My mother is the third child in her family. My cousin is the son of the second oldest daughter. Maybe he is her cousin, I can’t tell.

It seemed that there was a rift in the relationship with his girlfriend, so my mother went to counsel him.

Things like “Even if it’s the truth, don’t just emphasize what you say.”

Something like “If she’s not pretty, then date her at night; people are more emotional at night.”

I could see that my cousin was getting impatient, so he tried several times to pull my mother away.

When he was taken away, he said he wanted to come back to get his computer to play LOL with him, but he only played Teamfight and ranked games, and had no common topics with me, a ARAM player.

After coming back, my cousin and mother were talking about love topics, my grandmother was listening on the side, and then my uncle joined in.

I sat aside playing with my phone and listening intermittently.

The topic was nothing more than repeating my cousin’s experience and my mother’s point of view, and then repeating some words about being tolerant of each other.

Things like “Don’t care too much about the other person’s appearance.”