Opulent Drive

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In that world, a technology known as the Wisdom Cube existed.

This cube was the result of human efforts aimed at combating their extraterrestrial enemies, the Sirens. Using the Wisdom Cube, they excavated and preserved numerous memories and all available data related to the warships that were once utilized for naval warfare.

The gathered data and cache were continuously compiled and compressed into the cube. Ultimately, a ship girl would be created, her memory and name derived from the stored data within the cube.

This is the basic process through which ship girls acquire memories resembling those of real warships.

Hence, the Wisdom Cube itself can be likened to the heart and container of the ship girls' souls, as it serves as the repository for their identities in the form of memories.

To some extent, the Wisdom Cube's technology shares similarities with the Fenghuang Down in his possession, as both are tools capable of manipulating memory and consciousness.

Yes, indeed, the Fenghuang Down mentioned is the very Feather that the man possesses, the same man who still appears ragged and disheveled after encountering EA's mana explosion.

"Over there? They really took some good place huh. Thankfully its not too far from here, let's go."

On an island's port, which had been ravaged by the conflict between two "factions," there stood an educational institution known as the Azur Lane United School, often referred to as Azur Lane Academy.

It was initially established upon the decision of the top brass who sought to create a "place" where ship girls could gather.

The school covered a vast area that included the entire harbor, the beach, the forest surrounding the coastline, and even a small hill, highlighting the strategic nature of its location.

The school itself resembled a mixed middle and high school, so the buildings used for their actual lessons were not overly large when compared to actual Academy.

However, when combined with the buildings owned by each faction and the facilities provided for the ship girls, it can be said that the academy is not inferior in size to the academies often seen in fantasy stories.

But just take a guess at how this place had become. Due to the previous battles, the condition of these buildings is quite pitiful.

Not only the dormitories used by the ship girls are in shambles, but several other facilities are also destroyed and in disarray.

Zeimachi himself felt a deep sense of regret over the damage that had occurred.

"This is... Unison Cafeteria? Do they sing along when they eat I wonder..."

Inside the academy, there are certainly several fleets that have been established.

Similar to fleets in a navy, the ship girls are organized into formations as needed whenever they are about to set sail, whether it's for missions, commissions, or exploration.

As per their original purpose, ship girls are weapons of war born to fight against human enemies and save the remnants of humanity from the threat of the Sirens after all.

Lastly, let's discuss the factions.

Just like in the original game, there are several factions that Zeimachi is familiar with.

Starting from the Eagle Union, Royal Navy, Iron Blood, Northern Parliament, Sakura Empire, Dragon Empery, Sardegna Empire, Iris Libre, Vichya Dominion, and various other factions exist within this fleet.

This means that the number of ship girls present there is quite substantial.

"Eh~ welcome. So your name is Sakura Zeimachi? That means you're from Empire yes? First I'll thank you for all you had did, but... are you sure its good for you to move from one place to another?"

"First I'm not from Sakura Empire, the name Sakura is something I took from another person. So it worth nothing, Saratoga."

"Oh... you know who I am?"

"More or less."

Saratoga, an aircraft carrier from the Eagle Union, possessing a petite frame along with pink hair and eyes that match each other in color.

Renowned as an idol, Saratoga is also known for her mischievousness and the pranks she often plays on anyone.

Yet beneath that exterior, she is actually a sweet and caring individual.

Unfortunately, her demeanor and behavior gradually changed when she learned about her former commander's unjust retirement of her sister, Lexington, under unclear circumstances.

Unable to stay indifferent when her sister had been essentially decommissioned, Saratoga embarked on a mission to uncover the truth, although it proved to be a revelation that came to light much too late.

"Ah... I thought the messages I put in bottles or sent by carrier pigeons had reached my homeland, but it seems it didn't happen like that, huh..."

"..."

"(Cough) Ah I am Shikishima-class battleship number four - Mikasa. If I may ask, what does your "Sakura" came from? I've been curious for a while."

"... Its from [help, aid] (sa) and [warehouse] (kura). I hope that enough."

"Hmm! A matching name with your deed young man."

Mikasa, a battleship from the Sakura Empire, could be considered an old-timer as well.

She frequently struggled to keep up with modern technology and was often seen as the granny of the fleet.

Some even affectionately called her "great-senior" because of her extensive experience.

Unfortunately, the one who often called her "Great-Senior" and could be considered her mentee had become one of the victims at the port. Only a few parts of her remained intact.

"Just take it as you want."

"So, I'll take if you're saying you're not going to harm us?"

"... Based on the context of harm."

"Ck, having a good tongue will not help you in here. Just because of what you've done, it doesn't mean your head will safe from my cannon."

Calm and strong demeanor, added with a pirate-like carisma.

Her name is Jean Bart, a battle ship from Vichya Dominion.

Her speech, at times carrying a domineering aura, often made others avoid her. However, beneath this exterior, she struggled with a minor identity crisis and a lingering sibling rivalry that she couldn't resolve on her own.

Even up to this day, those issues continued to trouble her.

"Whether you choose to believe in me or not, you're entitled to it after what happened. And if you can handle what's here without my involvement, that would actually be better, in my opinion."

"What do you mean?"

"If you're not blind, I played a part in the battle that destroyed your home. That's why I'll do something to make amends, to the best of my abilities."

"..."

Jean Bart, observing the state of Zeimachi's battered body, felt slightly repulsed by the chivalrous attitude he was displaying.

While Jean Bart and Zeimachi were still in conversation, Saratoga arrived with another ship girl who was carrying a set of first aid supplies in her hands.

This ship girl was dressed somewhat like a sister, with white hair and innocent, gentle eyes. Her name was Vestal.

"Umm... I think you should stop and treat your wounds sir... it won't be good if we leave it like this."

"Yes yes, let's just take a littleee breath and relax for a sec. Okay?"

Zeimachi was then approached by Vestal, who intended to tend to his wounds.

Vestal herself was hesitant, as she couldn't believe a human could still be alive after receiving injuries as severe as this, and she felt somewhat limited in what she could do to help.

However, Vestal was determined to help him.

"But I refuse."

Stupid. At least let her bandage your head you numbskull. You know what's inside that mind of her so just let her do it, or so what Cera remarked.

'Eh? How did you know?'

He declined Vestal's assistance and quickly got up to move from his position. He felt that the injury was nothing more than a flesh wound, so he instructed her to help a ship girl who needed it more than he did.

This left Saratoga and Vestal slightly surprised.

"You could die in this state, young man. Even if you could survive a rain of arrows, humans can still die from bleeding. Just listen to your senior here."

"... Those were real swords, Mikasa-senpai, not arrows made of wood and hen's feathers. Besides, don't you know that what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger? I think I've become immune to stab wounds and cuts now."

Zeimachi spoke arrogantly and tilted his head.

In reality, he wasn't immune to stab wounds or cuts, but when Saratoga heard his words, she immediately put his claim to the test.

She borrowed a syringe from Vestal's medical kit and jabbed it toward his thigh. Who knows what thing reside within that syringe, but she still done it anyway.

*Stab*

"... Saratoga-san?"

"Oh... it's in."

"Sara-chan?! What're you doing!"

"Ehehe~"

They shared a light-hearted moment before the atmosphere returned to normal.

"The point is I'll do something that won't put you in danger, and at the same time, I'll do what I can to help in my current condition."

"S-Sir! Please let me treat it! Your feet as well, its numb because of anesthetist right? "

"A-Anesthetist?! B-But I refuse! A-All of you have positions in your respective factions, right? S-So go and protect your them this time. V-Vestal-san please, stop the treatment. These are nothing than flesh wounds"

"Ufufu, your voice cracked all over. Just surrender already, if you do and be a good boy then this Sister Sara will even grant you a miraculous chance that could only last once in a lifetime."

Zeimachi dodged away from Vestal as well from the Prank master Witch Saratoga, and reached the window which the glass had already shattered. There's no doubt that initially he had the intention to jump and flee from there.

However, after seeing Vestal's unexpectedly saddened expression, he abandoned his wild nature and decided to simply use the door.

Covering his head with a black muffler that exuded his foolish charisma, Zeimachi once again glanced at Saratoga, Mikasa, Jean Bart, and Vestal who were still present.

"Just think of me as a traveling merchant. Take your time to digest everything before, and use me before I left this place."

Exiting through the door like a regular person, he left them who're still discussing many details about him.

However, what he thought was the end of the surprise turned out to continue as he walked down the cafeteria corridor.

"..."

There're several ship girls who seemed to have been eavesdropping, and they've been caught red-handed as he exited the room he previously used for discussion.

Under Zeimachi's gaze, they began to resemble Medusa's cursed victims, turned to stone or something similar to it due to his sudden piercing sight.

"Discussion over, return to your base."

Without having to wait long, the ship girls hastily scattered as if being chased by a bull.

Some of them even looked back multiple times as they used their fastest speed, stealing glances at the figure behind them who're still eyeing their escape.

Then...

"H-Hey, he didn't chase us."

"I was sure he's going to do something to us glad he couldn't now, haha!"

"Fheeeww... that give me a scare."

"But luck was on our side, thankfully we managed to slip away. Mmh that's all what matters."

"Hold up! Let me confirm it. He might be playing or pretending while letting us go, I'll peeked from that corner for a sec."

After realizing that the figure hadn't pursued them, they came to an abrupt stop, turning to peek back down the corridor they'd raced through.

They seeked for confirmation of their safety, hoping for the real truth about whether he's trully letting them go or not.

"..."

However, it's very unfortunate.

They had made a grievous mistake by stopping in that place just to take a simple peek.

"Glowworm, Albacore, Shimakaze, Gremyashchy, Onion shark (U-110)."

Dread washed over them as the implications of those words took hold.

"... Run."

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After delivering the message, Zeimachi then went to gather several stray Human-balls that he had thrown with his minimum accuracy.

"Umm... near the bush... and ditch. Where're the others..."

He crouched on the ground while still wearing the same outfit as before, while also with the same wounds as before.

Although the blood had dried, he still looked like a mess.

Still though just as he had said, those were only minor flesh wounds.

Previously, Zeimachi had found two out of the four remaining Human-balls in his search, leaving only two more that were yet to be secured.

Without caring whether the place was difficult to reach, messy or even burried within rubbles, he hastily searched for the rest before those balls were found by a passing ship girl.

It seemed that he really didn't want those balls to be found by those girls.

"Excuse me, are you looking for this?"

*Snatch*

Therefore, when he was approached by a ship girl who handed him one of the balls, he quickly snatched the item without any explanation to make things easier for himself.

And he continued searching for the one remaining ball.

"You look like in hurry, need my help to help? I happen to have some free time right now."

"... Just go back and regroup with others, you've lent me enough help."

Speaking while still showing his back to the girl, Zeimachi waved the ball he had received from her as a gesture of gratitude.

He did feel helped.

However, it didn't mean he would just accept the ship girl's offer and intentions. In fact, he was more like instructing her to leave and not disturb him.

"Ahaha... glad to be help. Ah! My mistake, Cleveland-class cruiser, hull number CL-55, Cleveland! Nice to meet you Sir."

The ship girl named Cleveland straightened her posture, assuming the stance of a well-trained warrior. She saluted the man who's still crouching, with his eyes slightly glanced towards her.

"... I'm not an officer. As you can see, I'm just a random salaryman. Stop with that and... why are you smiling?"

She then concluded her salute with a broad smile, something not at all taught in naval manuals.

"Hehe, just figured out that you're not as intimidating as those girls claimed."

Cleveland's smile grew even more radiant in the man's eyes, truly the aura of someone brimming with confidence.

However, no matter how beautiful and radiant her smile was, Zeimachi remained resolute in his decision to go on and continue his search alone.

"Those brats hmm. So? Anything else I could help you with? If there's none then-"

"What? Didn't I just said if I'm gonna help you in searching those? You're pretty forgetful huh?"

Once again, Zeimachi wanted to refuse Cleveland from following him.

However, after glimpsing into the ship girl's thoughts, he changed his mind.

It seemed he had to do something to avoid feeling guilty for peering into the heart of a wounded maiden.

"... Just call me when you find it. I'll head east, and you take the west."

"I feel like you just want to separate from each other. Can't we stick together and watch each other's backs using the buddy system?"

"... What kind of method are you imagining right now, but so be it. Follow me and don't dawdle, Clevebro."

"Eh... bro?! What do you mean?!"

He continued his search while ignoring her words.

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『PoV of Zeimachi's』

I won't make many excuses for my actions. Everything I've done is purely driven by my own desires, actions I've taken to satisfy my own ego.

Even though I could have just left after dispelling away the other-worlder's presence, here I am acting as if I'm some kind of savior.

'It is true, you are their savior.'

I have no intention of being a savior. It's enough for me to help, but I don't want to deal with the title of being a savior.

"Got something over there Sir?"

"Not yet. (Glance) Why're you kept glancing over here. Use your eyes right there."

"Glancing isn't much of a prob right? Just bear with me and we'll soon find the rest!"

Her name is Cleveland, a ship girl with a dependable tomboyish appearance who also bears the title "Aneki" in the game Azur Lane.

She possesses hair that resembles Ereshkigal's, a blend of blonde and brown, along with deep reddish-brown eyes that matches her personality.

Moreover...

Flat chest, big heart, and the type who could easily uplift the mood of her surroundings.

Despite her being much more dashing than me, I'm not really envious of it. Cleveland deserved every ounce of attention she was meant to receive.

"You should stop calling me sir, just call me Zei or something. I'm not that stiff in following manual's rule whenever I goes."

"Fine with me Sir Something, you got another alias for me using?"

"Hmmh!"

"Ehehe."

To have aneki like her who's really dependable is nice, it's even better when that aneki pays a lot of attention to me just like a homie.

But I know that's not her purpose here.

In truth, it's Cleveland who has one remaining human-ball. She lied to me when she only wanted to offers her help with search.

It wasn't too difficult for me to figure out, especially when I glimpsed into her mind, uncovering a web of troubling memories.

For now, I'll play along with her, but if it turns out she has ill intentions by hiding that last human-ball in her pocket, I will take action.

By forcefully reclaiming my item.

"Sir Zei or Mr Zei, which one do you prefer? I like Sir more though, it do sounds more like a knight right?"

"... Instead of a knight, don't I resemble more of a gardener, haha..."

My continuous actions of clearing away various tree branches, twigs, and leaves seemed to support my statement.

"Don't let it get to you! Become a gardener could be fun if you really like it, should I show you some of my bonsai kids? They're pretty charming."

"No, keep moving."

"Geez... you really want to find that ball. Then I'll show you what I got!"

From there on, Cleveland became even more energetic and hyped up.

Not only did she continue to search through hard-to-spot crevices, but she also tidied up the areas she had traversed, just like killing two bird with one stone.

I saw glistening sweat trickle from her brow due to the sunlight, falling onto the path she walked.

While confidently smiling when I looked at her, I almost believed that everything Cleveland was doing was truly genuine.

She was even quite skilled at concealing her trembling hands every time I caught a glimpse of where she went.

"..."

I guess it's time for the golden hour to come to an end.

I'm sorry, Cleve-aneki, but all these thoughts in your head really make me want to pat your head and let you cry out all of this tsuyogari (bravado).

I understand if you want to make sure whether I'm the same as your commander or not. After losing your sisters, you must want to protect those who have survived.

If that's what you want, then I'll give it to you.

"Knight of the sea, Cleveland."

This is something I give to all of you who were trapped within the crossfire of otherworldly beings, and it's also a tribute I offer to you, the brave warriors of the sea.

"I think you should stop pretending, show me the last one."

"... Haha, got busted. Since when did you know?"

"Ever since you walked up to me with that grin on your face, Clevebro."

"I see so it was that early huh... and about that bro part, uhh I'm a girl as well you know..."

"You're still a bro to me. No homo."

"Uwaaah! That almost got me chills!"

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As he played the role of a fool, the ship girl's inner voice leaked out to him, along with bitter memories slipping between them.

['Once, I believe in commander too.']

["Hey commander, sorry...next time will better oka-?"]

["You all useless trash, why you can't kill that last siren?!"]

It was then that her commander chose never to let Cleveland or anyone from her class be sent on important missions again.

['What knight of the sea...']

The dark past revolved once agains as she heard that title.

["Denver? Is there someone like that? Ah! You mean the one got scrapped this morning?"]

["Aneki... sorry, I can't live to your expectation."]

["Cleve, looks like this is my end pal."]

One by one, they fell and were reduced to mere pieces of scrap, just like petals being plucked from their flowers, only to be trampled upon after enjoying their beauty.

["Hey...this chick your type. You want her?"]

["Huehehe... t-thanks. G-Get over here!"]

["They tricked me! If only I didn't got that money! If only you shit just do one thing right!"]

The arm that she once thought to be a leader had become corrupted, dragging her into a hellish abyss where demons tore her body apart.

As she was ravaged both inside and out, the fallen petal was mercilessly crushed by the harshness of betrayal.

Leaving her vulnerable to be dragged by the passing ants of circumstance.

['The one who's a liar, is me.']

['Everyone... forgive me.']

['Sorry...I'm sorry.']

['I can't do anything for my sister. Just what am I doing...']

Such were Cleveland's thoughts before she was caught red-handed by Zeimachi, who was about to put an end to the facade of emotional darkness.

"Knight of the sea, Cleveland."

...

....

.....

After Zeimachi had obtained what he was searching for, he didn't simply leave and abandon Cleveland.

There was still a punishment he wanted to mete out to her for her deception.

A punishment that was rather humiliating, one that would make her feel a never-ending sense of annoyance and embarrassment.

Indeed, Cleveland received a rather embarrassing punishment.

And that was to be carried by the unfamiliar man until the two of them reached their destination.

"... P-Put me down already, c'mon!"

"Haha, no. I'll take you to your dorm all the way like this."

"You're... really a weirdo, can you even call this a punishment?!"

"It is a punishment, since I feel fortunate while you feel inconvenienced, haha."

Her slender shoulders continued to attempt to shake the sturdy man who carried her gently, but it was all in vain.

Despite being a fool, there 's still a touch of justice lurking within him.

Moreover, because he was also the type to act on impulse, he knew when was the right time to hold someone's hand when they were carrying too heavy a burden on their back.

It was in moments like these that he sometimes appeared to be a true gentleman, as Cera would say.

'Like I said, how did you know?!'

"Now you can't escape Clevebro! I'm going to embarass you until we reached our goal!"

"..."

With fervent stubbornness, Zeimachi continued to stride forward regardless of whether Cleveland was still resisting or not.

It was akin to when she constantly resisted the grasp of demons trying to reach her.

"... why."

The girl's heart had frozen with fear.

A fear born from the absence of anyone reaching out when she asked for help, as it was only empty air greeted her.

Not only had she failed to protect her siblings, but she couldn't even maintain her own resolve and purity.

Her confidence had been replaced, transformed into a loathness that was incredibly hard to cleanse.

Her courage to protect everything with all she had had now succumbed to the muddied ground.

But who cares? Many people faced hardships every day.

Moreover, Cleveland was not the only victim in this tragic event.

"... It's fine, Cleveland."

That's why he held her trembling hand tightly, even though he knew his kindness would feel like a painful sting in the girl's heart.

"What is fine..."

Even though her feelings would be hard to cleanse, having sunk and been tainted in the mud, he would wipe them clean once more.

No matter how badly the flower had been trampled and covered in mud, he would still pick it up again.

"I can't see you even if you cry, so it's fine."

And gently wipe the stains away, while he wished upon the star for just a little bit of strength for that flower to bloom anew.

Truly an action reflecting just how foolish he is, as Cera would say.

'Stop using my name!'

While still moving forward with the girl on his back, whom he held tightly by the hand, the man unintentionally heard Cleveland's voice, sounding as if there were a lump in her throat.

"Even someone like me wants to be a hero Clevebro. Don't worry, just for a little bit I'll become the carriage of Cinderella. You're the cinderella this time."

"what you even mean by that (sob), weirdo."

"What I mean is... I'll help you this time."

He continue his way, just like a carriage who shelter the cries of Cinderella who had failed to met her prince.

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.....

Not long after, Zeimachi finally arrived at his destination. It was a dormitory adorned with the emblem of the Eagle Union, where Cleveland spent her time when she was in her room.

Zeimachi joked about wanting to go in and see Clevebro's room, but who would allow a guy like him to enter.

"..."

Well there is one.

'Indeed.'

"Joking, joking you know. Here use this to wipe that leftover tears, it'll be bad if those girl caught you crying right?"

"Mm, thank you."

So, he expressed his gratitude for her help with the Human-balls and patted Cleveland's head repeatedly.

"...Uhhhh... S-Stopp."

She tried to stop his hand from messing with her hair, but there was no easy way to remove his hand, so Zeimachi continued patting Cleveland's head until he was satisfied.

Once he was content, he removed his hand from her and formed a fist in front of his chest to play it cool during their parting.

Both of them then bumped their fists, and without needing any prompting from anyone, they both laughed simultaneously like real bros.

"Don't cry anymore, Clevebro."

"My tears have dried up too, I don't think I'll cry for a long time... but if I ever do... I think I'll come to you again, Sir, oh I mean Mr."

"You're still confused about that? (Sigh) Never mind. Say hello to the eavesdroppers. I'm leaving, okay."

Without giving a clear answer to Cleveland's question, Zeimachi left with a proud smile.

He also gestured towards where a few ship girls had been peeking at him ever since he bid farewell to Cleveland.

"It's that person."

"H-He almost touched her chest @////@ P-Pervert!"

"Hamman, those're just bro fist. I know Cleve is a little low in chest departement but you're going to hurt her if she heard that."

San Diego, the tsundere cat Hamman, and Baltimore. They all appeared to be safe and not too injured or mistreated.

Then, just like before, Zeimachi, who was aware of the eavesdroppers, released his calm smile that ironically brought about a sense of chaos.

"Waaa!! He found us!"

"Hyaaaa! He's looking this way!"

"Shoot! hurry and scram!"

Zeimachi's heart was slightly hurt when they immediately hid.

He only wanted to greet the three girls, but why did they run away like the girls he encountered in the cafeteria hallway?

"Ahaha... do you want me..."

"(Sniff) Nothing, I'm not sad. Fine I'll just leave (Sniff)"

He then left with his shoulders slumping low.

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This is an event that Yulijer experienced after he was transferred back to his own world.

「Tokyo, entertainment district: Roppongi.」

The sun has set, and there was no one in sight.

The time indicates that it's when workers are returning from their offices and when school children are heading back home from school.

However, hidden in an alleyway within the magnificent city, there was someone clutching their chest, nearly on the verge of death.

"Uu... aaaa... I... going to die?"

This is the whitey boss from before, Yulijer.

After surrendering from his mission, he was transferred back to his world, which was similar to Earth, and now he was on the brink of death, standing at death's door.

〈Detecting drastic drop of Health Point from host.〉

〈Activating skill Indomitability: User will take a lethal hit leaving 1 Hp〉

〈Detecting bleed, fatigue, weakening debuff from host.〉

〈Activating Celestial Body: Lower the effect of debuff〉

〈Detecting massive loss of blood from host.〉

〈Activating Recovery and Regeneration〉

〈Effect halved because the current Mana Point of host.〉

〈Activating Pain resistant〉

〈Activating the effect of "Ultimate Human"〉

〈Activating the effect of "Dragonian"〉

〈Activating the effect of...〉

〈Activating skill :...〉

Various notifications kept popping up in front of him, all trying to either keep him alive or at least prolong his breath.

"S-system... help me with my heart first."

As the stack of effects from his skills and titles began to kick in and gradually heal his body, Yulijer started to regain some color in his face.

Thanks to this, it became easier for him to lean against a nearby pole while recalling what he had just been through.

"What, how did it happen..."

He remembered deflecting a feather that flew like a knife and destroying it thanks to the burst of his EA.

But how could he suddenly appear behind him and swiftly extract his heart? Yulijer tried to remember.

〈Finding highest chance...host can buy an artificial heart core in shop for temporary measure , or another higher being heart like dragon for host to use.〉

"I s-see... huft...pick temporary first....I couldn't feel my hands... quick!"

'I'm not going to die again! Not after I gain another chance!'

Yulijer who refused to die said this within his heart.

〈Confirmed, cost of 1.000.000.000 coin will be deducted for 'Artificial Heart Core' from shop. Balance: 700.870 coin.〉

〈Using item on host... success〉

〈Host status... stabilizing〉

〈Activating daily life magic, cleanse〉

〈Alert, as a temporary measure. 'Artificial Heart Core' need to be injected with magic point and maintained every day, else it'll slowly destroying host magic circuit.〉

Now, Yulijer could breathe more easily than before.

In reality, he was still pondering over the previous battle, about how Sengoku could suddenly appear and the illusion of the fireball that he couldn't dispel.

Nevertheless, for now, he could breathe easy.

"Kaahh!!! Huaahhhh... haaaah... I'm alive. Huft... I'm still alive. Fuck."

Whitey who could now move his hand, tried a simple move like grasping his palm and with cleanse his figure back to handsome pristine whitey.

However, his clothes were still dirty.

"...I'm near my candy shop, huh."

Directing his hand toward a spatial distortion, Yulijer retrieved a potion and drank it to restore his HP.

"(Glug-Glug) Pwah... that f*cking salary man! I'll remember this."

After the potion's effects became apparent, Yulijer realized that his clothes were tattered.

Because he was in an area he was familiar with, he wanted to stop by an acquaintance's house.

But certainly not in his current condition.

"Steal."

Exiting the alley, he encountered a mass of people passing by repeatedly. He used one of his skills to acquire a nice set of clothes from a man who happened to pass by.

As for the fate of the man whose clothes were stolen...

"KYAAAAAA."

"Help! There's a pervert! Call police!"

"Eh!? What?! W-Where's my clothes?!"

Yulijer, who now felt satisfied, walked away without a trace of guilt.

It was evident from his expression that, having gone through death, he had become more confident simply because he had survived.

After barely surviving alive, what could be better for a man than indulging in his desires?

"Let's go back first, they're waiting for me. Ahh I got a boner when thinking about it."

Whitey got horney when remembering girls who're waiting for him.

There's a long and big bulge from his pants, which could even made many girls or woman who caught sight of this to get blushed or wet their panties.

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.....

A few minutes later he finally arrived in a shop which similar to a small knick-shack that sells some snack, candy or some kind.

"I'm home."

As soon as he opened the door, he immediately received his greetings.

"Oh Yurijel. As I guess your smell really moving to this place, and with that much energy Hahaha..as expected of my master."

A black haired human-cat appeared from this place, she walks and greet his master while doing any short of physical contact.

Licking his neck and showing her cleavage are a little bit to soft, that's why she also slightly teased her master with gently touching his bulging pants.

"Kuroka, I'm going to eat you tonight , don't ever think you can sleep."

Previously, Yulijer had reasoned that he had some business to attend to, and perhaps still using this excuse, he acted tired and weary in front of Kuroka.

He whispered to her ears as he grasp both of her hands.

Not only she instantly got ear-gams, but it was so easy to turn her into heat with his charming voice.

It didn't take long for the two of them to race towards their bedroom and begun to undress.

"Ahhhnnn...master~ Then... let Kuroka do you first. After waiting for you all day long, it make me can't hold it anymore~"

Kuroka who was the first to undress put on a very enticing face.

She gracefully approached Yulijer to unzip his pants which were previously bulging.

But what a surprise...

"Eh?!"

Kuroka was utterly surprised when she came across a tiny bird, quite different from the usual T-rex she encountered.

Nevertheless, Kuroka was always intrigued by new sensations.

So, upon realizing just how small the bird was, she closed her mouth while her predatory instincts shone through her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Fufu~ Small and cute~, but... where's the head?"

At first, Yulijer began to grow impatient, but when he looked toward his little brother, he too became surprised.

"Wha?! Don't tell me!?"

Yurijel finally remembers about his first penalty from system.

〈Penalty has been granted 'Cutting short your little brother'〉

〈Please watch your parameter when transferring next time.〉

What happened next is quite clear.

His D or little brother which are as long like a dragon has now turned into smoll-pinky-size little tube.

Kuroka, who had previously always been left drained after serving his D, now smiled in gratitude for the opportunity she had received.

It was time to avenge for what she had experienced.

"Fufufu..."

His magic got sucked and so his life essence.

He couldn't do anything because he need to focus with his heart, or he'll die by heart attack.

His shout for help couldn't be heard to anyone for three days.

However even after three days comes, his hope got crushed again after more of his harem member start grouped on him to be the one who got the most of his magical yogurt.

Because most of her harem had already got enchanted by him with his ability and golden finger from the system, they got more power and durability higher than before.

"Ahhnn~ Yuri oni-sama~~"

"Hmmnn~~ Oni-chan~"

"Master~~"

Those girls, keep going in number, devil from kuoh, his otaku girlfriend, a little sister the one you need, etc they keep suck more and more of his weakened little D.

Week has passed and they keep doing this as if they got entranced by incubus.

And then...

'In the end he died from exhaustion because he got sucked dry. Phhsh khhhh hahaha!'

Cera, the narration remember stop reading it.

"Yes yes, hai hai, roger~"