Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　The key to the problem lies with the Saint King...

　According to the divine, the Saint King should exist, but he shouldn't be so kind... he shouldn't be so peaceful.

　They wouldn't make such a public appearance.

　In other words, for some unknown reason, the Saint King does not seem to have turned evil... or at least not too evil.

　"..." Similarly, the extermination spell that should have been activated in the right destiny—"The Horn of the Seventh Heaven"—was not sounded.

　This is also a problem for the Saint King.

　The extinction spell that should have been activated during his childhood seems to have not been activated until now, and has even dissipated and returned to the interior of the world.

　"The end of the world is coming, and the seven archangels are sounding the horns to announce the end of the world... Is that so?"

　"When the first angel sounded his trumpet, a third of the flowers and grasses were burned; when the second angel sounded his trumpet, a third of the sea turned to blood and a third of the animals died."

　"When the third angel sounded his trumpet, the fresh water turned bitter and could no longer be drunk; when the fourth angel sounded his trumpet, a third of the sun, moon and stars were destroyed, and a third of the day was without light."

　"The fifth time the horn is blown, locusts will blot out the sun; the sixth time, a third of the people will die; the seventh time it is blown... the whole world will belong to the Kingdom of God."

　"Well, that's about it?"

　As she spoke, Miss Lin gently clenched her hands, gazing at the gloves she was wearing, which resembled a mesh woven from fine rope.

　It looks like an ordinary wool glove with relatively large needle holes.

　However, if you look closely, you'll find that... there are no loose threads on the entire glove.

　This kind of craftsmanship, if really desired, isn't entirely impossible to achieve. However, normal people wouldn't use such a method to make gloves. In response to her words, a woman next to her couldn't help but say, "Aren't you Chinese? You seem quite familiar with our American mythology."

　And the instant this blond-haired, blue-eyed colleague finished speaking.

　Both Ms. Lin and the man next to her, who appeared to be European, couldn't help but ask, "Are you Americans?"

　"Your American mythology?"

　"..." The American woman paused awkwardly, then pursed her lips: "I was just saying... How does it feel to become a divine messenger?"

　In response to the other party's reply, Ms. Lin loosely clenched her hands, her left eye shimmering with iridescent colors like glass: "My only feeling is... it's like I'm half blind, the whole world is blurry."

　Although Lin knew that was "how the world should have been," and that he would henceforth become the god's henchman, striving to restore the world to its original state.

　But there's a simple problem...

　Becoming a divine messenger should be considered a promotion, but why isn't there a raise?

　Am I the only one who didn't get a raise, or are none of the three chosen agents of the gods actually receiving a raise?

　However, regardless of the reason, it's highly unlikely that Ms. Lin would dare to challenge the gods, much less resign...

　She has elderly parents in their sixties to support and an adopted daughter in her three or four years old to care for; she doesn't have the courage to quit her job.

　Before her parents passed away and before her children came of age, she felt that she could only stay in the organization.

　In any case, following a god is always a safe bet.

　Of course, if the new boss were to directly recruit her, she could consider switching jobs, as this line of work is always too tiring.

　They have to travel all over the world.

　Fate... It's supposed to be a prestigious job, involving changing destiny and peering into the past and future. But in reality, the monthly salary is only around eight thousand US dollars.

　"So, shall we head straight to Britain?"

　To the question from the man who was the squad leader, Ms. Lin, who had suddenly been promoted to a divine messenger, shrugged indifferently: "No rush, let's find a place to play for a bit."

　We'll see... the approved funding has just come in.

　"..." Although it's not impossible, I always feel that she has become quite lazy after staying in Fengdu for the past few years.

　It's truly astonishing.

　Ms. Lin knew what her colleagues were thinking. After a moment's thought, she said, "You all probably know the answer too..."

　Amidst her cryptic words, the surrounding team members all nodded silently.

　Yes, everyone knows that.

　These people, as human beings, understand this all too well...

　After all, we are modern people now. Even if we work under the gods, we won't easily pledge allegiance or make oaths of loyalty.

　No one dared to speak; their "fate" was perfectly stable. For them, it could be better or worse than their current situation.

　Especially that extermination spell that "should have been activated".

　What the hell are you trying to do?!

　Boss, you say you're a god, and it's not bad for us to follow you; there are certainly many benefits. But you say the original trajectory of history involved a method of extinction.

　Ah, isn't this a bit too much?

　Although according to the original trajectory of fate, the extinction spell should have been sealed... but that is still not their reason to put fate back on track.

　What if something goes wrong, causing the extermination spell they triggered to spiral out of control, and fate to veer in an even more dangerous direction?

　What if the extinction spell goes out of control and the world is truly destroyed?

　That's really scary, boss Lachesis.

　"..." With this tacit understanding, these henchmen of the gods began to use the funds given by the gods to eat, drink, and have fun.

　If the gods could speak, they would surely find it increasingly difficult to deceive people these days.

　but……

　Perhaps they wouldn't care.

　After all, fate might have predetermined the entire process from the very beginning, and the actions of these people...

　Perhaps it was all part of fate's calculations from the very beginning?

　-

　"..." For some reason, Yaochuan Guang felt that she was not sleeping soundly. She always felt that the person she was holding... was not right.

　Cong Yu-chan is fragrant, soft, and tiny when you hug her.

　What I'm holding right now, although it's also fragrant and soft... seems a bit too soft, and it's not small either.

　It's so big, it doesn't seem like = Congyu-chan.

　Amidst a strange sense of unease, Yaochuan Guang opened his eyes and looked into the darkness... at Hong and Congyu, who were embracing each other.

　Yao Chuanguang: "!!!"

　Teacher Hong... Teacher Hong!

　Yao Chuan Guang stared wide-eyed, unsure of what expression to make...

　What happened? How could this happen? I had a cherished friend for the first time, and a respected teacher for the first time. I should have received something like a dream... Ugh, I'm sleepy.

　Oh well, I'll just have to make do with this hug...

　In a daze, Yaochuan Guang hugged Teacher Hong and fell asleep again... without giving it much thought.

　It's just hugging and cuddling, it's no big deal.

　Everyone likes Congyu-chan, isn't that a good thing!

　……

　Blue Sky Nagisa, eyes open: "..."

　Chapter 359 Zuo Wangdao Strikes Again

　Ok……

　It felt like I slept for a very long time and had a very long dream... but Cong Yu couldn't quite remember the details of the dream.

　To be honest, this might not be a good thing.

　After all, for someone like Cong Yu, and for others with magical powers, dreams could very well be some kind of omens.

　In today's world, dreams can sometimes be seen as omens of disaster or death.

　If you are not prepared to face it, you should nip it in the bud as soon as possible, otherwise it may lead to disastrous consequences.

　Of course, it's also possible that it was just a false alarm.

　With that thought in mind, Cong Yu opened her eyes and then saw... the familiar ceiling.

　Yes, it's not my own home, but this environment...

　It cannot be described as unfamiliar.

　Cong Yu looked at the operating table beneath her, then at the sky above the operating room... Even though she knew she was dreaming, she still felt a strange sense of constraint.

　The environment I was in seemed to be in an operating room.

　Which corner of memory is this? The answer is already beyond question...

　"you're awake?"

　Upon hearing the sound of Cong Yu waking up, the white-haired, red-eyed girl sitting at the desk said this.

　Wearing a white coat, she had obvious suture marks on her neck... In that era, the sutures on doctors' bodies were still clearly black.

　"Ah, doctor..."

　As Cong Yu said this, she simply propped herself up, sat up with a sensation of something wrapped around her body, and looked at the bandages covering her entire body.

　"Lie down."

　The doctor's voice carried a familiar, indifferent tone; Cong Yu hadn't heard such a distant voice in a long time.

　It's rare to hear this now, and surprisingly, I feel a bit nostalgic.

　However, in the dream, Cong Yu slowly lay down... but for some reason, the soft bandages on his body felt strange.

　"..."

　Hmm…”

　Cong Yu finally truly woke up from her dream within a dream... no, actually there was no dream within a dream.

　Because the person in the dream wasn't actually asleep or dreaming.

　This dream began with "It feels like I had a dream"... but it was just my own random thoughts in the dream.

　Because Cong Yu himself cares a lot about the revelations in his dreams, he probably wouldn't forget the contents of his dreams so easily.

　I will remember some of it, more or less.

　At this moment, he finally understood why he felt the bandages were so restrictive in the hazy dream.

　Because Yaochuan Guang hugged himself very tightly today.

　Yao... Chuan...

　No... something doesn't feel right.

　Yaochuan Guang doesn't have such long legs.

　In this state of mind, Cong Yu felt the tight grip around her waist, as if trying to meld her into her body.

　He then made a sober judgment—

　It’s red.

　Having confirmed this, Cong Yu turned her head...

　What came into view was Hong holding him... He was using Cong Yu as a pillow, holding her tightly, and sleeping soundly.

　Behind Kurenai was Hikaru Yokawa, who was holding Kurenai.

　No wonder I felt like I'd been pushed to the edge of the bed...

　Cong Yu thought to herself, and struggled to break free from the red, octopus-like embrace, kicking her in the butt.

　Then, watching Hong wave around and finally hug Yaochuan Guang, Congyu fell into an inexplicable silence.

　Something's a little weird... but never mind.

　From Cong Yu's perspective as someone who has been through similar experiences, it's a good thing for Yao Chuan Guang to build more bonds—the more friends one has, the less likely one is to go to extremes.

　Cong Yu thought to herself, then got up and glanced at Xiao Cui and Lan Tianzhu, who were sleeping on the floor... These two probably didn't manage to get into bed.