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[Additional attribute boost]
[Charm - C: 13/50 → 23/50]
[Constitution - C: 25/50 → 34/50]
[Agility - C: 9/50 → 14/50]
[New skill unlocked]
【Glory of the Trials (EX): Command Seals can be replenished over time, at a rate of one per week. The target of Command Seals has been expanded to include all Servants and some Psychic users.】
[New item obtained]
[Hypnotic Yo-Yo: A one-time use item. It can make someone absolutely obey one of your commands.]
[Increase the affection level of the romanceable character]
Tiphon: 61%
[Epsilon: 69%]
Want to redeem it? Of course, no problem!
[Remaining points: 4]
[Gain new skill - Read-write (A++): Able to output mental images and data as photos, videos, or text.]
……
The women's dormitory wasn't too far away.
"Hehe..." Typhon, wrapped in a blanket, tossed and turned with a strange flush on his face.
“Ugh…” Kuonji Yuju sat up and shook her head.
I think I had a very strange dream. I can't remember the details.
My roommates are all sleeping, so I'll just stay in bed.
Tifeng murmured, "Sure, I'm fine with it, as long as you like it..."
?
Did she used to talk in her sleep?
Kuonji Temple is filled with doubt.
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Chapter 150 The Master of Deduction, Merry
Command Spell.
It can achieve absolute control over things that defy common sense.
Standing in front of the mirror, Mochizuki Oboro looked at the bright red pattern on the back of her right hand and fell into thought.
He had kept it unused as a precaution. Perhaps BB had noticed this, and feeling rather bored, she kept urging Mochizuki Oboro to give it a try.
"The glory of the trial..."
The skill's effect is that it restores one stroke every week, and the number of targets that can be controlled has also increased significantly.
"Hey, good morning." Charlemagne patted Mochizuki Ryou on the shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Don't ask, every boy has those moments." Mandicardo squeezed out his toothpaste on the balcony and began his morning wash.
Karna nodded knowingly: "It's probably just chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). I can understand."
The more they try to explain, the worse it gets.
It's the fourth day of the Golden Week holiday, with three days left until the end of the week-long break.
Even Buddha would shed tears of blood at the thought of the holiday countdown beginning.
That's how people are; they're always happy when the holiday is halfway over, but once that point is crossed, they become very unhappy, as if they're wearing shackles even when they're resting.
Because we focus too much on the future, we tend to neglect the present, which is a characteristic of human beings.
After washing up, the four of them sat down at the table and fell silent without prior arrangement.
“Looks like nobody’s got anything better to do,” Charlemagne said.
Mandicardo scratched his head: "I didn't expect Oboro to be the same way. I thought he would most likely be going out on a date."
"A promise made will inevitably be repaid." Karna put on his glasses. "Let's eat first."
"Ordering takeout? It seems like that's the only option left." Mochizuki Oboro took out her phone: "I'll have a bowl of wontons, what about you guys?"
"MAX Coffee, and that breakfast shop's Set Meal A."
"Drinking something so sweet so early in the morning?"
Food is an integral part of the daily lives of male high school students. Most students spend their entire allowance at the Finnis cafeteria, and even the average student weight is two or three pounds heavier than at other schools.
It's not fair to blame the students for being greedy; the Red Enma teacher, nicknamed Little Sparrow, is indeed an undisputed master when it comes to cooking, and she is the highest-ranking manager of the cafeteria.
Afternoon tea, main meals, desserts—all sorts of needs can be met, and it's all very cheap. It's no wonder you gain weight if you keep doing this.
It is said that a certain wild boar princess spends at least 100 QP per day at the cafeteria, with no upper limit. In addition, Ipsilon sometimes complains to Mochizuki Oboro about how she has gained weight.
White porridge, fried dough sticks, bread, meat buns... the breakfast in dormitory 514 is surprisingly diverse.
"Oh, right, today seems to be Green Day." Karna picked up his soy milk. "How about some volunteer work?"
Charlemagne was the first to add: "Planting trees? Count me in. After all, there have been more and more extreme weather events in recent years, which may be related to the greenhouse effect."
What a vibrant activity! Mandicardo felt quite troubled.
It's acceptable to work with these guys.
"Does it add credits?" Mandicardo asked.
His academic grades are fine, but his participation grade is a bit risky... God knows why the principal wants to implement a credit system in high school.
"add."
"Then I'll go."
Charlemagne, full of energy: "Great! Is Oboro okay too?"
“Sure. We can gather materials along the way.” Mochizuki Oboro nodded in agreement.
Ding--
The phone screen on the table happened to light up, bringing a brief moment of silence.
……
School District 21, Park.
Emerald green leaves, swaying light and shadow.
It was still early morning, and the chirping of birds filled the air, like messengers awakening nature.
“Um,” Typhon gently twisted a strand of his hair with his fingers, “I got up a little late this morning and sent the message a bit late… Did it affect your plans?”
After being lifted up and thrown into the subway station by Charlemagne and the other two, Mochizuki Oboro thought for a moment and said, "No."
He hesitated.
Typhon, with his extensive theoretical knowledge, believes this is most likely a lie told to protect his own emotions.
Wait, let's analyze this from a different angle.
If there are scheduled activities in the morning, they are most likely someone else's.
Considering Mochizuki Oboro's interpersonal relationships, Tsutsumi believes it is highly likely to be other rivals.
So, does that mean I'm more important to him?
...As expected, the precognitive dream was correct.
Tifeng couldn't help but straighten his back, and even his demeanor became much more confident.
[Strategy Progress Updates]
Typhon Ephemerus: 62%
.月-漪尔lin g倭陾①染冥⒏弍【Side Quest Progress Changes】
[Tifeng's Boyfriend Test: 37%]
?
Listening to the automatically progressing walkthrough, Mochizuki Oboro fell into self-doubt.
"Let's take a walk together. No need to find an amusement park or karaoke, just slowly pass the time... just like in my dream."
Typhon's voice was noticeably lower at the end of his sentence, and his eyes darted away.
If you look closely, you'll see that Typhon's face turned red at a visible speed.
Mochizuki Oboro felt that Tsutsumi Toyo was probably thinking about some details from the dream.
This is indeed the case.
Unlike Mochizuki Oboro's purely CG-like style, Tsutsumi's work retains a more pronounced sense of tactile feedback from interactive activities, creating a somewhat vague feeling.
It's like looking through a veil of mist, hard to describe, but the brain's memory of pleasure is very real.
If we say that the perception of interactive behavior in reality is 100%, then Typhon's body remembers about 30%. Even if it cannot be reproduced one-to-one, it is still much more synchronized than reading comics.
It's not so addictive as to be unbearable, but there's still a lingering restlessness within me.
Tifeng gently tugged at Mochizuki Ryou's sleeve: "How are things on your end?"
Some information has been omitted because it's hard to say it aloud.
But the current atmosphere makes that meaning easy to understand, so it doesn't matter.
"It doesn't feel real; it's like looking at an illustrated guide."
"Look, look at the illustrations?" Typhon's eyes darted around.
"You look quite cute right now."
"!"
Typhon lowered its head and rapidly evolved along the path of the Steam Princess.
It was a confession, I guess... it definitely was!
Given the current atmosphere, it seems there's no other option but to agree.
Just as Tsutsumi mustered his last remaining courage to respond, Mochizuki Oboro spoke again.
"Because it's so rare, I want to draw one for you... Pfft!"
Overwhelmed by shame and anger, Tifeng, feeling utterly disappointed, slapped Mochizuki Oboro's stomach.
It hurt a little, but it wasn't a real fight; it was more like venting frustration.
“Those kinds of words are no different from a confession to a girl.” Typhon waved his hand: “Next time you want to hire someone as a model, remember to make it clear beforehand.”
Having recovered, Mochizuki Oboro remained focused: "I understand, I'll definitely pay attention next time. Can we start drawing now?"
"..." Tiphon was speechless.
Sometimes he's incredibly considerate, almost the perfect boyfriend except for being a flirt... but other times he's incredibly annoying, completely oblivious to the atmosphere.
Not far away, the following group.
Sajō Aika and Kiyohime both looked at the newcomer, Epsilon, who had only recently arrived.
Merry, who could observe dreams, naturally enjoyed the view without needing any special explanation from Epsilon.
"Did the prince activate his dream ability again last night?" Aika Sajou asked.
Epsilon nodded. Servants possessing the Pureblood Dragon trait can retain their dreams, which is an advantage.
Last time, her older sister rubbed against her; this time, she rubbed against her older sister.
"Judging from her slightly blushing face, little Ip must have had a lot of fun last night." Kiyohime gently shook her fan and sighed, "I wonder when Lord Oboro will make a move on me."
Of the four people present, she was the only one completely unaware of the game simulation: Ayaka Sajou and Epsilon had experienced it, and Merry could also watch the whole thing.