Danmaku, my skills refresh weekly.

“Great! Are you going to help too? Come on up…” Charles patted Pippoqi on the back, gesturing for him to sit down.

"I'm sorry, I have other things to take care of."

In Rivera's view, the moment the puppet shatters, Ryu should squeeze back into her original body, thus thwarting the Joker's plan. Rivera, however, is more worried about Ais…

Riveria took two steps, then stopped:

"By the way, about Metluth's illness..."

"Huh? Oh, it's hard to explain in a short time."

Rivera frowned: "How can I contact you afterwards?"

Charles took out an eye crystal.

Rivera took the eye crystal and turned to leave.

Charles shouted twice in frustration before hurriedly steer Pochi toward the 30th floor.

A slow smile played on his lips: "Li Ang, I hope you like the script I wrote for you."

The "consciousness" of Ciel residing in Ryu is merely a parallel consciousness of Ansel.

Before refreshing his skills, he tried using [Ansel] to transfer [Second Dimension Pandora] to his clone to refresh his abilities.

Upon realizing that the option of "swapping bodies" was unavoidable, Ciel began to think of a solution.

With the ability to "choose", although there are no more refreshes and the outcome of the ability cannot be changed, as long as it is not locked, Ciel has time to think of a countermeasure.

So he decisively signaled Alfia to lay down his clone, allowing Rimuru to put him into a semi-devouring state and enter a deep sleep.

And at a specific time, using the [Mirror of the Trickster], a puppet with the same [Your Name] skill is used to hold the soul that has been swapped into Ciel's body.

Because it's uncertain who will arrive, monitoring is necessary.

So, it started with Alfia.

After confirming that [Swift Wind] has awakened.

Instead, Phil Weiss lured Riveria, weaving a grand drama.

But why was it [Swift Wind] who was traded, and not someone else?

Before Sharl acquired his anchoring ability, he had a [precognitive dream]...

The dream's outcome was as follows: the Astrea Familia was completely wiped out, Ryu went berserk, and afterwards, she destroyed the Dark Faction alone.

In order to allow Ryu to have a future existence [Astraea's Memoirs], and to understand the true meaning of justice [The Chariot of Justice].

She must overcome despair, crush calamity, and wander aimlessly amidst death and sorrow, carrying the [Circulating Justice]. Only in this way can the [Wings of Astrea] be born.

To sum it up, I plan to rewrite the last few chapters, even the last dozen or so, so it will take a long time.

Also, I happen to be on Twitter today, and I can't stop updating for a week, so I'll try to maintain my attendance record of 4 words a day and try not to go back to what I wrote before.

So, it's up to you whether you want to watch it or not.

……

Then, let me share my thoughts.

Yesterday, I also read many people's opinions, and there were all sorts of opinions.

This problem arose because I wanted to get more readers to follow the story. At least when I started writing the chapters about "exchange," the number of readers was definitely increasing. I can only say that my writing skills and my recent state of mind were not enough to keep up with this kind of plot.

As for how this section can be changed, to be honest, I have no confidence myself. I'm already doubting myself and don't dare to write anything anymore. Everything feels like a piece of junk.

I considered using yesterday's last chapter as a conclusion, going back to fix the bugs and add more foreshadowing, but that might not solve the problem.

There will likely be more bad work to come, including in subsequent chapters.

I can give you a spoiler: for Volume 3, the School District and World Arc, I was planning a semi-original storyline involving 'summoning' ancient heroes from DanMachi, resurrecting dead heroes, and waging the Holy Grail War. Looking back, I think I'll probably have to cut it; it was too bad, and I anticipated nobody would read it back then.

In short, most of my follow-up plans have been disrupted, and I've experienced somatic anxiety again. I even had insomnia yesterday, sleeping for less than 3 hours. I'm in very poor condition now and can't guarantee I'll recover in a few days.

In short, I will make peace with myself first, and then slowly make changes. As for those who still have expectations, I'll just wait and see.

I won't try to stop those who are leaving. I hope we'll meet again in the next book.

In short, I'm sorry, my abilities are insufficient and I didn't provide a good experience for everyone.

A mountain village of unknown location.

Before me stretched a sea of ​​wheat.

The plump ears of rice swayed gently in the cool breeze, emitting a pleasant 'harvest sound'.

The rising sun, its rays filtering through the morning mist, casts a hazy glow, like a fairyland depicted in a tale of heroes.

Bell sat on a stone bench beside the rice paddy, his hands supporting his chin, his burning red eyes gazing at the rising sun, like a guardian of the wheat field.

He had a dream.

In that dream, he or she fought against ferocious monsters: goblins, minotaurs, giants, toads, wild boars... and finally, a colossal dragon covered in jet-black scales.

Bell had never seen such a terrifying monster. It was taller than a mountain. He felt that a single breath from that dragon... no, even a fart, would be enough to blow his small body away.

In his dream, he wielded a silver blade and wore a black scarf. Amidst the instructions of heroes whose faces he could not see and the stirring tolling of bells, he roared and launched a special attack.

That must be a great hero!

Bell thought...

I want to become a hero like her.

but……

"Hey kid. You're up early, aren't you? Can't wait to start another day of training?"

A lazy, teasing voice came from behind.

A large hand pressed down on his head, ruffling his white hair.

He was a middle-aged man dressed as a farmer, standing a full two meters tall, which, in Bell's eyes, was like a giant.

He wore a headscarf, with a few strands of purplish-red hair hanging down, and a small, neatly trimmed mustache on his chin. He had a gentle smile. However, the hideous scars on his face and forehead completely shattered his masculine aura.

"Uncle Chardo..."

Belle called the man's name, looked up, clutched her head, and a hint of fear in her wine-red eyes: "No, no, it's just a dream."

"Really? What is it this time?"

"A giant dragon?"

"Oh?"

"The white-haired hero, wielding a silver blade, is battling a massive black dragon."

"Hmph, so did you win?"

Bell shook his head: "I don't know. I was halfway through when the dream ended. But I felt I could definitely win."

Bell laughed: "After all, that's my dream. It must be what I'll be like in the future."

Chardo, hands on his hips, said, "So, you want to be a hero?"

Bell scratched his face: "Hehe, I can't do that, can I? I can't even lift a small stone block, how could I possibly fight a monster as big as a mountain?"

Charles patted Bell on the back hard: "How will you know if you don't try?"

He pointed to the huge windmill gently turning in the wind in the wheat field: "See that? What's that?"

"Windmills."

"No, that's a giant threatening the wheat field!"

"what?"

Chardo, hands on his hips, shouted in a booming voice:

"Listen... the wind is weeping. No, that's the roar of a terrifying monster! Can you feel it? The destructive footsteps approaching silently."

"Has it appeared? The evil giant!" Bell's eyes changed, and he waved his four-armed windmill, roaring fiercely like a giant.

Chardo's impassioned voice echoed in his ears:

"Gods, be our witness! The boy is about to become a hero! So, [Little Argo]! Go and take the giant's head and protect the wheat field! Begin your heroic tale."

"Oh... Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Bell felt a large hand push him from behind and instinctively lunged forward.

Didn't take two steps.

rustling...

In the wheat field, something seemed to be gradually approaching, and Bell stopped his forward charge.

Behind the swaying wheat stalks, dog-headed figures holding sticks peeked out with bloodshot eyes, staring disapprovingly at Bell, who had raised his arms.

"Eek—Uncle Chardo, there really are monsters!"

"Hahahaha... Hey, Bell, isn't that obvious? You can't just dream about becoming a hero! Stand up straight, future hero Sanyo!" Chardo laughed heartily, a bamboo skewer dangling from his mouth, an axe slung over his shoulder, and headed off to the back of the mountain.

"Help me——————"

Bell frantically swung his legs, chasing after Chardo's back, but no matter what he did, he couldn't catch up with that thick back.

The kobolds behind him let out a terrifying roar, and when Bell turned around, he could even see their drool lying on the ground.

"Don't eat me!!"

Bell's legs swung faster again, and the kobold pressed closer, determined not to let its prey escape.

Bell ran like mad, following Chaldo all the way from the wheat field to the back of the mountain, climbing up the rugged mountain path, with the kobolds in hot pursuit.

"Why are they still chasing me?! Uncle Chardo, what did you do to these kobolds?!"

Bell jumped up, clutching his buttocks, and the kobold's sharp teeth grazed his backside as it landed, picking up a piece of fabric.