Duels should be played with a smile.

Because of her inherent "attributes," Yuki-onna is quite lively, but when she calms down, she naturally presents an icy beauty, or rather, an ascetic demeanor.

And when this stance is broken...

In short, five thousand words have been omitted.

"You're almost there... Where did you learn such corny words?" The Snow Woman blushed and turned her head away to mutter a complaint, though it was unclear what caused the blush on her face.

Hmm... she also tugged at her sleeve, slightly increasing her defenses... better than nothing.

"Ugh... I love seeing you like this, clearly so... but stubbornly insisting on being right, it's just..."

Halfway through his sentence, Leyou couldn't help but lower his head and, before the Snow Maiden could react, leaned close to her ear and slowly exhaled a hot breath.

"It's just...so...cute!"

"Climb, climb, climb, climb, climb, climb further away!"

Whether it was shyness or anger, the Snow Woman, whose face was usually so white it was almost translucent, was now flushed red. If you added a few drops of water vapor to her head, she could totally cosplay a character called "Steam Princess".

"Are you trying to embarrass me to death?!" the Snow Woman protested loudly, her upper body even further away. If it weren't for the small space in the D-Wheel, she wouldn't be able to transform into her spirit form right now, and she might have gotten wet immediately.

"Well, how can you call this awkward? It's just a necessary daily exchange."

"Ew~" The snow woman looked disgusted, her brows furrowed so much that you could hold a card between them. "I admit, you're really good at making me feel disgusted."

"Hey, how can you say that?" Le You smiled knowingly, now he relaxed a bit. "To be fair, I'm good at more than just disgusting you... well, I'm very good at many things, you know that yourself, don't you?"

After saying that, he even raised an eyebrow at the Snow Woman with a very wicked sense of humor, which made the Snow Woman feel lactic acid again.

The Snow Woman, who had originally wanted to regroup, had no choice but to admit defeat for the 727th time, giving up the struggle and leaning back in a pathetic pose.

With an attitude of "do whatever you want," Leyou's emotions, which she had managed to suppress, began to fluctuate again.

"Alright, I won't tease you this time..."

After the farce ended, Leyou caught a glimpse of the glass "hammock" hanging behind her out of the corner of her eye. Most of the time, Leyou's emotional intelligence was in a state of free expression, and she suddenly had a flash of inspiration, remembering some things she had overlooked.

The smooth ride of the D-wheel didn't make the people inside feel bumpy. Leyou turned his head slightly and glanced at the Snow Woman leaning against him with her eyes closed as if she was resting. Leyou couldn't help but chuckle.

Although these relationships started somewhat inexplicably and progressed in a very haphazard manner, they were definitely not just tools or decorative objects.

Similarly, their relationship with themselves is not simply a matter of "a part of their former self" and "their present self".

They are all individuals with independent thinking, and no matter how complex the relationships between them may be, they all possess their own will.

Even if they themselves can't discern how much additional influence they've been affected by, they are still themselves.

"Really..."

With a self-deprecating laugh, Leyou slowed down the speed of the D-wheel and lowered its head slightly.

My lips felt a warm, cool sensation.

This is a unique experience that belongs only to the Snow Woman and can only be felt through her.

"That's wonderful..." Leyou sighed softly.

"very nice."

"What's good?" A soft, sweet voice came from the Snow Woman. She didn't react in any particular way, as if she couldn't feel the warmth still lingering on her forehead.

"I said...it's so good to have you all."

"Thinking about it carefully, for a shut-in like me, without some special opportunity, the most likely outcome in my life is really no different from other shut-ins—I'll end up spending my whole life with my anime/manga waifu..."

"But now..."

"But what?" the Snow Woman asked again, her voice clearer this time, but also weaker.

She was so soft and gentle, completely unlike her usual quirky and mischievous self.

"But in a way, I'm no different from any other couch potato now..."

"Huh? Aren't you contradicting yourself? You just said they were different..."

“They’re essentially the same,” Leyou suddenly laughed, tightening his grip on the Snow Maiden and bringing the two even closer together.

"A fat otaku can spend his whole life with his anime waifu, and I can spend my whole life with my anime waifu too, there's no difference!"

"I'm a total shut-in!"

Yuki-onna, the Fire Dragon, and the God of Despair are all genuine two-dimensional characters!

The only difference is that Leyou's paper dolls might have a few tiny differences from other otaku's paper doll wives.

"Tsk tsk tsk... My assessment is, don't go crazy here."

Perhaps it was this playful banter that brought the atmosphere back to how the two usually were. At this moment, Yuki-onna also put away her hidden side and teased Leyu as usual.

"When it comes to being awkward, you're the more awkward one."

"You like it too, don't you?" The civil war god Leyou was always shameless at times like this. "Besides, no matter how awkward it is, as long as I don't feel awkward, it's others who are awkward."

The Snow Woman rolled her eyes and pulled her hand out of Leyou's arms: "Tch, you always talk the most nonsense. I'm outta here."

Leyou didn't use his power continuously. Once the Snow Maiden realized this and discovered that she could transform back into her elf form, she flew directly out of Leyou's arms and onto the D-Wheel, not giving Leyou a chance to continue teasing her.

Meanwhile, Vera, who had been pretending to sleep while slacking off but had actually watched the whole farce from beginning to end, slowly climbed out of her glass hammock and sighed softly.

"Burp...I'm full."

Human joys and sorrows are not shared, and Vera, like an outsider, only found them very noisy.

Let's start caring for elderly women living alone, starting with ourselves and those around us.

"Oh my, the stench of love is so sweet it's making this little girl sick!"

"Aleister! Is Aleister there?! Come and save us! I know your Melting Light Vehicle is short on fusion materials! I have some here!"

Chapter Thirty-Two: Managing People is a Combination of Lies and Truth!

"The entire grimoire family is down to just one Divine Judgment? What exactly did I miss?"

Thanks to the experienced driver Leyou's smooth driving skills, D-wheel finally got close to returning to the city after a long journey. The journey was naturally very boring, and Leyou couldn't spend all day teasing Xue Nu. Wei'er, who was full of dog food, finally agreed to tell Leyou some things she had been hiding.

For example, the once glorious and infinitely brilliant Spellbook Clan is now reduced to a dilapidated Spellbook Academy in the Earthbound God Ruins, and the God Judge whom Leyou has abandoned to keep company with Yata and the Serpent.

Inside his body, in that unknown place where Yata and the anaconda were imprisoned, two forbidden cards were staring at each other, along with a limited card... No, that's not quite right. The Divine Judgment is a tall tower, so the current situation should be that Yata and the anaconda are leaning against the Divine Judgment, casually shuffling cards, and figuring out how to communicate with this "new" partner.

Or rather, only then can one become their card-playing partner.

These two guys had played countless hands of cards together and were already at the point of mutual loathing. The arrival of the divine judgment broke the stagnant pool and temporarily calmed the two troublemakers' idea of ​​going out to have some fun.

"If what I know is true, then the grimoires and the like are all part of me, fragments of my rationality. And rationality is generally linked to intelligence. If they're gone, won't I become mentally challenged?" Leyou suddenly wondered.

Even the bored Vera, who was lying on the D-wheel staring at Leyou, was shocked by Leyou's strange thought process. She was stunned for a while before she seriously replied, "At least... the fact that you can think about becoming an idiot in the future proves that you are not an idiot now."

Leyou raised his head slightly and glanced at the little female ghost above him: "What nonsense literature... You can answer me so seriously, I suspect you have some problems too."

Two short, white-stockinged legs swung leisurely, and the ever-fun-loving Vera replied with interest, "Oh dear, what bad intentions could a little girl not even ten years old have?"

"Tsk, why is this old woman acting like a virgin? Is it a sign of moral decay or a sign of unwavering morality? Please pay attention..."

He wanted to continue teasing her, but Vera didn't give him the chance. She followed the example of the Snow Woman and transformed into an elf, disappearing in a flash.

He left behind only a nonchalant remark.

"I've told you almost everything I know. The only thing I can remind you of is that the relationship between the grimoire and the Dragon Slayer is somewhat special. If you can find the Dragon Slayer's whereabouts, perhaps you can still live a normal life in the future?"

Leyou rolled her eyes: "I understand the logic, but where am I supposed to find Zhenglong?"

"Who knows?"

"If you only say half of what you mean, it would fill several pages of a notebook with all sorts of different poses."

In their previous conversations, Leyou knew that Wei'er was a formidable opponent, at least in terms of controlling the car's speed, she was in no way inferior to him.

I'm a little curious about where she got all this experience... or is it because she's an older woman, someone who's seen a lot and has a wealth of life experience?

As expected, upon hearing Leyou's teasing words, Wei'er accepted the challenge without fear. Despite having already concealed herself, she reappeared, arms crossed, floating in the air, forcefully looking down at Leyou: "Now that you mention it, it's quite exciting~"

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's a ruthless person. If you ever publish your own book, please send me a copy."

"Oh? Is this what you meant by not being interested? Isn't this your true colors showing?" Vera raised an eyebrow again, a mischievous smile on her face.

Leyou rolled her eyes, seemingly unconcerned: "Stop making fun of me. I'm genuinely not interested in your 'tiny' style. I just want to distribute the notebook to a wider online audience; there are bound to be some people who like your kind of thing~"

"Wow, you're a hero after all!"

"Of course!"

……

In the virtual world, BlueAngle wears a sweet smile as she rides her dueling skateboard across the data stream. Her graceful movements and occasional bursts of youthful energy frequently thrill the viewers in the live stream.

Although I'm a duel streamer, my life isn't just about duels! My viewers are very understanding and don't necessarily need to watch duels to be satisfied.

Just like how BlueAngle said half a year ago that he was going to become a super detective to catch PlayMaker's whereabouts, but he has not found anything yet, the audience does not really care whether BlueAngle plays cards or not.

"Hey hey~ Looks like Lord BlueAngle is going to come up empty-handed again this morning~ That big bad PlayMaker is such a cunning guy, there's no way to catch him~"

Her coquettish words immediately sparked another wave of comments, mostly encouraging and urging her to keep up the good work. When it comes to cooperating with the streamer's performance, most of the viewers are quite professional.

Of course, there are also some more attentive viewers whose comments stand out.

Is it possible, even if it's just a possibility, that hackers are generally nocturnal, and that they might be browsing around in the morning while the hackers are just going to sleep?

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" BlueAngle spotted the comment immediately and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Knowing PlayMaker as I do, someone as disciplined as him definitely wouldn't live a hellish lifestyle!"

[So here's the question: who are you to PlayMaker, streamer? How do you know he's a disciplined hacker who doesn't live a superstitious lifestyle?]

[Yeah, yeah, aren't hackers all from the underworld (in any sense of the word)? How can you be so sure about making that judgment?]

Is it possible that we've all been fooled by the streamer, and that the streamer actually knows PlayMaker in real life? Otherwise, given the nature of some hackers, if they knew someone was looking for them, they would have directly shown up and provoked them. How could they have had absolutely no contact for over half a year?

The experts in the bullet comments are all knowledgeable. They deduced countless possibilities from just one sentence from BlueAngle. Moreover, research shows that when people appear in groups, the average IQ is inversely proportional to the total number of people—the more people there are, the dumber the average IQ becomes.

After a few highly intelligent individuals consumed most of the intelligence, the remaining people became relentless repeaters, endlessly repeating the comments from the previous few, leaving BlueAngle speechless.

"Wow, everyone's so enthusiastic! But I need to clarify something here: I really, really, really am PlayMaker. The reason I think PlayMaker is so disciplined is because in my mind, powerful people are disciplined, and as the most powerful and mysterious hacker right now, PlayMaker must also be an incredibly disciplined person."

"Besides, if the streamer really knows PlayMaker, he can just go and befriend him. Why would he need to work so hard streaming to support himself?"

After a series of earnest explanations, the commotion in the live stream finally subsided a little, and a sly glint flashed in BlueAngle's eyes.