After leaving the world of all NPCs

They may be in the same time system but different space systems, just like cars driving on the upper and lower levels of an overpass at the same time.

"The mathematical laws of all universes are the same, allowing humans to survive, but it's hard to say about the others." Ye Zuochen didn't explain much, simply raised his hand and said, "I just happened to have a palace, and a palace naturally needs people to take care of it, so I'm recruiting you as maids."

The next moment, the world turned upside down, the surrounding mansions disappeared in an instant, and only the vast palace appeared in the eyes of the women.

……

The afterglow of the setting sun is like melted honey, slowly seeping into the terrace on the second floor of the villa.

Seven girls in black and white maid dresses stood in a row in front of the carved iron railings, their hands gently resting on the cool metal.

They all lowered their upper bodies at the same time, their slender waists curved gently, and their skirts rose slightly due to their posture, revealing their snow-white skin wrapped above their thigh-high stockings.

call--

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the sweet scent of roses from the garden, gently lifting the hems of the girls' skirts behind them.

The pure white ruffled lining is faintly visible, like layers of waves stirred by the wind, rippling in the halo of dusk.

Shiba Miyuki's long black hair was blown by the wind, and the hair brushed across her tense back.

Chiba Erica's red hair is like a cluster of dancing flames, particularly dazzling in the sunset.

Da da!

Ye Zuochen's footsteps came from the corridor, neither fast nor slow, but stepping on their heartbeats.

First, he walked behind Kitayama Shizuku on the far left, and gently brushed his fingers over the edge of her thigh-short skirt.

Shizuku's body tensed instantly, and the ends of her short black hair trembled slightly, but she did not dodge, but just quietly tightened her fingers on the railing.

The fingertips slide all the way.

Shibata Mitsuki's gold-rimmed glasses slid down slightly due to her lowered head posture, and the golden eyes behind the lenses flashed with shyness; Mitsui Honoka's cheeks had already flushed, and her breathing unconsciously quickened; Nanakusa Kasumi and Izumi, the twin sisters, held their breath at the same time, their black hair hanging down, covering their slightly bitten lips.

Ye Zuochen's footsteps finally stopped behind Nanakusa Mayumi on the far right.

The student council president's curly black hair fell on her shoulders, and the ends of her hair rose and fell gently with her breathing.

Ye Zuochen placed his palm on the hem of her skirt, and with a slight force from his fingertips, the fabric obediently lifted up, revealing her soft thighs held in white silk stockings.

Mayumi's body trembled slightly, and her knees unconsciously came together, but she forced herself to relax the next second.

His fingertips slid along the lace edge of the leg rings. Mayumi's breathing suddenly became disordered, and a very light whimper escaped from her throat. Her waist collapsed slightly, as if she could not bear the subtle touch, but she could not resist it.

Mayumi Nanakusa suddenly grabbed the carved railing, her nails scratching against the iron patterns, making a slight sound. The originally smooth hem of her skirt was now crumpled into a ball of fluff.

The pair of long legs wrapped in white silk stockings suddenly straightened, the toes unconsciously raised, and the soft flesh above the leg rings was squeezed into a shallow depression.

The wind suddenly picked up.

A rose petal was rolled onto the terrace and stuck to Mayumi's trembling knee.

With some secret rhythm, the petal began to move up and down, just like her breathing suddenly became rapid.

The edges of the originally neat garter stockings gradually spread a hint of crimson, blurring into the shape of a morning glow on the pure white silk fabric, just like the bottle of nail polish that had been spilled on the dressing table.

The girl lost her innocence.

"Woo..."

Mayumi suddenly tilted her neck back, and this movement caused her curly black hair to brush against the wrist of the boy behind her.

She tried to bite her lips to suppress the sound, but a series of tiny sobs escaped, like the chirping of a nightingale drenched in rain.

The sound made the other girls' skirts tremble at the same time.

The tips of Miyuki's ears peeked red amidst her black hair, Erica unconsciously rubbed the garter on the side of her leg, and the usually calm Shizuku pressed her face against the cold railing to cool down.

Kasumi's nails left crescent-shaped marks on Izumi's arm, but Izumi was completely unaware and just stared at the pearl decorations swaying on her sister's leg ring.

On Mayumi's garter stockings, the crimson color was slowly spreading along the lace pattern.

Whenever her knees gave way and she was about to fall, some force would lift her up again, causing her pearly toes to curl and stretch in the twilight.

Crystal clear beads of sweat slid down her thighs, blending with the crimson color to form transparent amber.

puff!

The fountain outside the terrace suddenly burst out with a higher column of water, and Mayumi's hair accessories fell to the ground, landing right in the puddle splashed by the fountain, like a slowly sinking boat.

Ye Zuochen's fingers left Mayumi's waist.

The girl slid down to the railing like a doll with its spine removed.

The moonlight just illuminated the crimson color on her leg rings.

The mark was like newly painted ink, slowly spreading on the white stockings.

Her distracted gaze followed the boy's movements, watching him walk towards his sister in the moonlight.

The twin sister bit her lower lip lightly, but lowered her waist lower on her own initiative.

The fingertips tapped lightly on the railing, as if playing a tense and expectant serenade.

"please……"

Izumi's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but her slight sideways movement lifted the hem of her skirt into an arc that was easier to touch.

Kasumi was watching her sister from the side. The tips of her ears were already red under her long black hair. She subconsciously closed her legs, but then took the initiative to separate them a little the next second.

This subtle movement caused her garters to make a slight friction sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Ms. Kasumi seems very much looking forward to it?" Ye Zuochen's voice was filled with a smile.

Nanakusa Kasumi didn't answer, but buried her face in her arms, but her slight nod revealed her thoughts.

Ye Zuochen smiled and stretched out his hand. The girl's delicate body immediately tensed like a fully drawn bow, but then stretched out softly in the next second.

Honoka Mitsui turned around on her own initiative, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, her fingers unconsciously untying the ties of her apron.

"Please be well, brother..."

The voice was getting quieter, but the movement of leaning forward was incredibly honest.

Erica's red hair was still dazzling in the moonlight. Unlike the others, she was not shy and directly grabbed Ye Zuochen's wrist.

"It's my turn!"

Actively guide the other person's hand into the abyss.

Miyuki acted most gracefully, but her rapid breathing betrayed her mood.

It was finally my turn.

She closed her eyes gently, but a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"So this is what it feels like..."

The whispers were quickly blown away by the night wind.

The vague shadow deep in my heart also dissipated.

Shizuku's reaction was the most unusual.

The taciturn girl had prepared a cushion at some point and was kneeling quietly on it.

The entire balcony was filled with the girls' singing.

In the room above the terrace, Xiangzi lowered his head, looked through the window at his classmates stacked up into three small towers below, and calmly closed his book.

"What's wrong? Xiangzi, do you want to join too?" Mengmeng looked at her curiously.

Xiangzi shook his head and whispered, "It just feels a little strange."

Mengmeng was stunned at first, and then her tail suddenly straightened.

Could it be, could it be...

Is this jealousy?

Oh no, for the sake of the plan, I must comfort classmate Xiangzi.

Mengmeng's lips parted slightly, but before she could speak, she heard Xiangzi frowning and saying, "It feels so quiet. Although there are also reasons of power, Mengmeng, don't you think it's strange that the magicians of this country do nothing?"

"What's so strange about this?" Meng Meng was puzzled. "Just like Dad, facing an invincible overlord, this is actually normal, right?"

Xiangzi said slowly, "It's different. Your world has experienced six galactic wars, and all civilizations have become war-weary, so they can accept Deviluk's current 'do nothing' order. But the people of this world have never developed a war-weariness. Even the soldiers at the bottom, facing life and death, don't even think about why they are fighting."

Meng Meng frowned slightly, somewhat understanding what Xiangzi meant, and asked, "Do you think there is some kind of existence in this world that interferes with the collective subconscious of mankind?"

Xiangzi nodded.

Meng Meng said directly: "I want to go out and confirm it."

"Wait a moment." Xiangzi stopped Mengmeng and took off the black iron bracelet on his wrist: "Wear this, just in case."

"Okay." Meng Meng didn't act pretentiously. She put the [Sea-Suppressing Divine Iron] on her wrist, then spread her devil-like wings and flew into the night.

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069 Peaceful Kanto is a fixed link

Late at night, the streets of Shibuya were dyed a blurry purple-red by neon lights, as if someone had immersed the entire sky in a boiling electronic cocktail.

The clock has just struck 11pm, but Saturday's carnival is still going on.

Groups of young people crowded the walking paths.

Sharp laughter, drunken shouting, and the electronic music drums leaking from underground clubs tore into each other, boiling the entire street into a pot of restless metallic solution.

The moving walkway moved silently, carrying the drunken boys and girls to the next tram stop.

Occasionally, someone would stumble and fall off the trail, but would immediately be gently and forcibly "helped" back to the right track by the ubiquitous security drones.

There was deodorant floating in the air, but it still couldn't cover up the pungent smell of alcohol, perfume and hormones.

There is not a single traditional car on the streets, and occasionally the blue tail flame of a private aircraft passes overhead.

The transportation of this era has long been replaced by personal trams and underground powered pedestrian walkways, which pulsate silently in the urban fabric like blood vessels.

At this moment, Shibuya is an electronic paradise for pedestrians. The holographic billboards on the ground are constantly changing their shapes, dyeing the excited blushes on the faces of pedestrians into various exaggerated colors.

If you say that this kind of scene can be seen in streets other than Shibuya during this time, it is not the case.

Shibuya, Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, Roppongi...

These were bustling streets for young people before the war, and now only Shibuya is still home to young people gathering and wandering around late at night.

The twenty-year period of chaos separated two eras.

Places like Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, and Roppongi have been destroyed and devastated to the greatest extent possible, with only worm-eaten ruins left everywhere, thanks to a large number of anti-foreigner activities carried out by local youth at the behest of the authorities.

Later, through the process of revitalization, the public security policy was completely restored and it was rebuilt into a relatively narrow and prosperous street.

Basically, foreign immigrants to the entire region disappeared in the past twenty years.

However, Shibuya is an exception.

Because it had already been deserted to a certain extent before the war, and the resistance of the Youth League here was quite fierce, the exclusion of foreigners was completed very early, thus avoiding the complete destruction like other streets.

However, because of this, the lawlessness here at night is still left unchecked, and it is impossible to say which side is better.

If it were a lawless zone with no day or night, it would surely be redeveloped by a government that would be even more intolerant of disorder than before the war.

Today's administration has become quite heavy-handed in its restrictions on private property rights.

But Shibuya is completely different in the morning and at night.

In the morning, it is a commercial street where serious businessmen are busy.

At night, it is a happy street where young people pretending to be gangsters wander around.

Because a one-size-fits-all solution is not possible, the authorities have repeatedly halted the progress of redevelopment.

At the top of the tall building, a petite figure quietly landed.

Mengmeng gently folded the pair of devil-like wings behind her. Her pink shoulder-length hair swayed slightly in the night breeze. Her violet eyes narrowed slightly as she looked down at the bustling neighborhood below.