I really don't want to have a girlfriend.

“…Eh?” Isshiki Iroha’s expression stiffened.

"Does that mean he'll start something with you and then abandon you? But I don't think Yu-senpai is that kind of person. Doesn't having two girlfriends mean he's responsible?"

"Your logic is so weird! It's more like the complete opposite!" Iroha Isshiki couldn't help but slam her hand on the table, her face flushed with anger as she angrily continued, "How can someone like Senpai, who flirts around everywhere without any morals and even openly brings the parents of two girlfriends to the cultural festival, be considered responsible!"

Kanade Tachibana was not intimidated by her agitated attitude. Instead, she stared directly into Iroha Isshiki's eyes with calm eyes that seemed to see right through her.

"But Ayaha... if Senpai really is an irresponsible person, you wouldn't like him, would you?"

"I told you! I don't like you at all, or rather, I secretly despise you as a slightly better-looking bug, Kanade—"

Tenkuuji Yu pushed open the door and entered, just in time to hear a familiar voice calling out to a familiar senior. He smiled and pointed to himself, saying, "What, were you talking about me? Speak of the devil, and he appears—"

Before he could finish speaking, a rag flew towards him.

"That senior is such a bastard, a wife-obsessed man!"

"???" Yuu Tenkuji caught it casually, looking at Iroha Isshiki, whose face was flushed and who was glaring at him angrily. "I was just saying a proverb, not saying I am Cao Cao. What's wrong with you today? Did you eat explosives? Or did your idol get detained?"

"No, that's not it! Could you please not show up and talk to me like that, senior?" Iroha Isshiki snorted loudly, turned her head coldly, and walked towards the kitchen.

Good student Tachibana Kanade raised his hand high: "Yu-senpai, Iroha said she really wants to..."

blow!

—That must be the Isshiki family's once-in-a-lifetime teleportation, right?

Almost instantly, she arrived at the bar, covered her friend's mouth tightly, and with some unknown strength, dragged her into the kitchen.

Tenkuji Yu looked at Tachibana Kanade, who seemed not to have reacted yet, blinking blankly as if pleading for help with a confused and bewildered gaze.

He stroked his chin, thought carefully for a moment, then turned around, pushed open the door, and left the coffee shop.

"It's best for me, a married senior, not to get involved in the girls' playful antics..."

Today, Yuu Tenkuji is still proud of her high emotional intelligence.

Ending Remarks

Volume 1 has 260,000 words, Volume 2 has 320,000 words, Volume 3 has 430,000 words, Volume 4 has 670,000 words...

It's not that I intentionally want to write more and more, it's just that there are more and more female characters appearing in each volume, and their roles are becoming more and more important. If I don't want a certain character to disappear for an entire volume, I have to write about all the plots that connect them, which naturally takes a long time to finish a whole volume.

Back when I was writing the Haruno arc, I only needed to write about the interactions between the main character and Haruno, with occasional appearances of the younger sister and other supporting characters. I didn't have to consider the various complex relationships and their impact. Also, because it was summer vacation, I didn't have to write about school-related events, so I was able to refine and polish the Haruno arc's plot more.

But that's impossible now, because writing about Haruno means writing about Yukino, and writing about Yukino means writing about Yui, as well as the marginal observers Natsukawa and Asuna, and we can't disappear the two juniors whose roles only started to become important in volume 5, and Sora who officially enrolled... Oh right, and our chubby Kasumi.

With the main storyline of the system coming to a close, it's conceivable that Volume 5 will be longer and more complex than Volume 4... or maybe not?

Anyway, fewer and fewer people read it as it goes on, and I get criticized in the book review section every day (although I didn't read it at all, and reading it would have made me even more upset). So I might as well write it to two million words and then hastily end it, not bother with the foreshadowing or anything like that, just explain what needs to be explained, and give it a happy ending.

Ahem, of course, I wouldn't do that as long as I can still make a living! After all, you guys keep complaining about why Volume 4 isn't finished yet, why it was supposed to end in June but has been dragged out to August, etc., but I still finished writing what I wanted to write before I finished it, didn't I? I'm a bit of a perfectionist in this regard; I'm not satisfied until I've written the plot I've envisioned.

Of course, this isn't really a problem. I know the real problem myself—slow updates, dragging plot, too much filler, etc. The book's flaws become more and more obvious as it goes on. I'm not the kind of interesting author who plays with memes and gimmicks all the time...

To be honest, there are probably only a handful of authors on the entire Hedgehog Cat community who can write slice-of-life stories as long as mine, with a clearly progressing romance plot, virtually no repetitive fan service scenes, and who also have a penchant for literary escapism and pretentious quirks.

So don't worry, I'll definitely revise the next book. If I don't, it's my own fault for failing.

……

Thank you to all the readers who follow my updates every day. Although the chapters I post at 5:59 AM are usually unedited, and you can get a better reading experience by refreshing them after a while, I'm really sorry about that. Please feel free to curse my insane schedule.

Thank you to all the readers who left comments every day and gave me the motivation to update. You are like a few blades of grass in the wilderness, bringing green vitality even on parched land—not referring to the top of my head—I see all your IDs, and I will thank you one by one after the book is finished!

Thank you to all the readers who have continued to vote and give rewards. Don't worry, I will pay back the reward. At the current rate, I should be able to pay it back in about two months.

Thank you to all the readers who have subscribed to support this book. After all, if the data is too poor, the author will only want to start a new book more and more. Your existence is the biggest support for this book.

That's about it. I don't read the comments section anymore, so if you have any questions, feel free to send me a private message or leave a comment in the thread.

Those of you who are raising books can start feasting now!

As the title suggests, Volume 4 is now complete. Those of you who have been waiting for this book to finish, please start reading now! Otherwise, the author won't have enough to eat or write!

Also, the previous chapter was an extra chapter. If you see the end-of-volume remarks, you can refresh the chapter or delete the book and add it again!

I promise I won't write more than 500 words in my closing remarks next time!

Chapter 1: Charge, Light Orb!

The time was 5:59 AM on December 25th.

The minute hand slowly moves to the top, and the hour hand jumps to the bottom, forming a straight line at the instant.

An invisible wave swept across the world, and changes unseen by humankind were taking place.

Yukinoshita House.

As the female college student slept soundly in the bed, a light suddenly shone into the quiet, dimly lit bedroom.

First, they are placed in a storage box; they are scraps left over from making bracelets.

Next was a notebook locked in a cabinet, filled with diary-like entries.

Even the screen lit up automatically, as if someone was remotely controlling her computer, and certain data and cloud storage were brought up.

Next, the deletion process begins.

Because it records facts that this world does not exist, both the notebook and the data will be completely remade and sent to an unknown other dimension.

It's not about sending them to the cemetery, nor is it about simply eliminating them; it's about placing them in another dimension from which they can never return to the real world.

As a result, the notebook became transparent, the beads and nylon thread turned into light dust, and the documents in the folders and cloud storage, as well as the search records left behind, disappeared one after another, leaving no room for anything else and giving no chance whatsoever.

It was as if an unseen force was trying to prove that this time, absolutely no one would be able to regain their memories!

"don't want……"

The young woman on the bed seemed to sense something. Her peaceful sleeping face gradually contorted, and she hugged herself tightly as if she were shivering, her breathing feeling like she was suffocating.

"Stop... I don't want to... I've already sworn... I'll never forget again..."

Struggling and resisting unconsciously in the nightmare, I clearly cannot wake up no matter what, nor can I perceive anything that is happening at this moment.

She continued to murmur, her delicate body tense beneath the quilt, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly, like a child clutching their most precious treasure, unwilling to let go, her fingertips white and trembling.

Even so, change will not stop because of her.

Things that shouldn't exist in this world will inevitably disappear completely without any external interference.

—However, the next moment.

Completely different from the light that represents disappearance and oblivion, it was like a warm ray of sunlight shining down from the sky after a fresh snowfall.

Without warning, a golden sphere of light appeared in the center of the room, dispelling all shadows and enveloping the surroundings in a bright and warm atmosphere.

It floated in mid-air, silently facing the computer screen that had suddenly stopped deleting, like a student caught using their phone in class, creating an awkward atmosphere that made the air freeze.

Like the ripples that swept across the world, the existence called "Light Orb" exists outside the world line. The phenomena it causes are not observable by mortals, and it possesses the miraculous power to change the world.

The brilliant light radiating from the bed was enough to make the female college student on the bed relax her tense body, like a green snake hibernating in its den. Her struggle and pain disappeared, her breathing returned to a steady and soothing state, and she fell asleep peacefully.

The hands of the clock remained frozen at exactly six in the morning, as if the whole world were stuck in that one second that seemed destined to last forever.

Just like an invisible force that stopped all progress, Guangyu did not actively react. She simply stared at the computer, which had become semi-transparent, with the beads and the delete bar reaching eighty percent of its full length.

The atmosphere was vaguely tense, as if a major battle was about to break out.

Suddenly, it seemed as if they were testing the waters.

The progress has reached 81%.

The light immediately shone brightly, like a venomous snake that had been provoked and was now attacking, mercilessly shooting a beam of light that seemed to be tangible, intending to burn everything in its path to ashes.

The progress has dropped to 79%.

The beam of light suddenly stopped, less than a hair's breadth away from the screen, like a knife held to the neck.

Then, as the progress receded further and further, the pillar of light gradually returned to the body of the light jade; that fierce appearance, which was radiating great light and filled with murderous intent, returned to the gentle and peaceful little sun after all the data files sent to the other dimension were returned to the cloud drive and desktop.

Guangyu slightly turned its head. Although it had no eyes or any so-called frontal presence, the significantly thicker light replaced its gaze as it looked at the semi-transparent notebook in the drawer.

At this point, there was no need for any further resistance.

The invisible force obediently retreated, and all the changes were like time flowing backward, returning to the beginning when nothing had happened.

The computer didn't turn on automatically, and the scraps of the laptop and bracelet didn't glow or become transparent. The female college student on the bed was still fast asleep, hugging her blanket and mumbling incoherently in her sleep.

It was as if she had encountered the most beautiful things in her dream, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, curving into a happy and at ease smile.

And when the light disappeared.

The hands begin to turn, and a new day begins.

……

The same situation is playing out in two other places.

The Yuki family.

The blue light illuminated the cozy bedroom, but a thousand deadly energies transformed into a meteor shower, piercing the chestnut-haired girl on the bed without hesitation.

The light rain passed through the girl, through the bed, and through the bedroom floor, but caused no harm or destruction.

Only the invisible force that tried to envelop her floated to the ground like a deflated balloon, and then slowly disappeared.

Soon, the girl turned over.

With the curtains drawn, in the quiet and dimly lit room, I had a rare, wonderful dream that I didn't want to wake up from.

Luxury apartment, tenth floor.

As summer night descended, starlight transformed into a giant hand, slapping away the invisible force that tried to tamper with the laptop. The shimmering starlight in the hand then made a roaring tiger gesture, its opening and closing clearly conveying a menacing intent.

The invisible entity, powerless against the light jade, had not even completed one percent of its progress before pitifully dissipating into the real world.

No one remembers, and no one can perceive—in that less than a second, three wars silently broke out and quickly came to an end.

The victory is a miracle that has been accumulated from the past to the present.

What is being protected is a strong belief that one is unwilling to lose, and an attempt to extend that belief into the future.