I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

"I go!"

Yui Yuigahama was the first to spring up from the sofa and dash towards the entrance like a rabbit.

"Hmph, just a mere dessert..."

Gabriel was still being stubborn, but her body betrayed her by floating off the sofa and following after him at a speed that could be described as teleportation.

Kasugano Sora didn't even bother to say a word, simply put down her paintbrush and silently walked towards the door.

Lynn smiled and waited until they all left before leisurely picking up the abandoned remote control and tuning to the financial news channel she had always wanted to watch but never had the chance to.

When the three girls returned, panting, carrying convenience store bags, they saw Lynn engrossed in looking at the candlestick charts, while the analyst's calm voice came from the television.

"As we can see, today's A-share market is still a refreshing expanse of green..."

The three looked at each other, then at the television, and finally sat down silently to share the hard-earned pudding.

Tonight, it seems like no one is a winner, but it also seems like... no one has lost.

……

Just then, Lynn felt an unusual sense of 'irritation'.

Is global integration... coming?

Chapter 130: I woke up to find myself the top combatant of two major violent organizations?

In the following days, the "degeneration" in the apartment entered a new era in a more systematic and harmonious way.

Ordering takeout has become a daily agenda item that requires a roundtable discussion.

Gabriel insisted on having the spiciest chicken wings in the entire universe.

Kasugano Sora is only interested in a certain dessert shop's seasonal limited-edition matcha mille-feuille.

Meanwhile, Yui Yuigahama is struggling between the two apps, trying to find a "divine shop" that can satisfy both of these goddesses and also has the strawberry daifuku she wants.

Her struggles were often in vain.

In the end, Lynn always silently took out his phone and used three separate orders to end this meaningless holy war.

I'll also order myself a light bowl of buckwheat noodles.

Their points of resonance have become increasingly bizarre.

During the classic horror movie segment projected by Lynn, when the female lead screams in terror.

Yui Yuigahama and Gabriel complained in unison, "It's so noisy, why didn't you do this earlier?"

Kasugano Sora would then casually add, "...The composition is good, but the blood is a bit too dark."

Thus, Yui Yuigahama, who had once tried to save everyone from their suffering, also gloriously became the third core member of the "Fallen Alliance".

Her job is to inject new vitality into the art of roasting with her energetic voice.

Lynn, on the other hand, was perfectly content to enjoy this noisy yet incredibly heartwarming daily life surrounded by three beautiful girls with distinct art styles.

He would give each of the three people arguing about the takeout a glass of iced cola to shut them up.

They would also subtly lower the volume by half a point when the scariest scene in the movie appeared.

She would also quietly prepare a four-person breakfast at just the right temperature in the early morning when they all stayed up all night and slept in.

Lynn enjoyed the feeling.

Safe and reassuring.

This was a controlled, decadent, peaceful daily life that he maintained with his own hands.

It is also the only and most stable anchor point for him to dare to face the storms of all worlds.

...

That night, after the three girls had fallen into a deep sleep...

Lynn came to the living room alone. He didn't turn on the light, but just stood quietly by the window.

Before him, a semi-transparent system panel, visible only to him, silently appeared.

At the very top of the panel was a scarlet countdown, like the pupils of a demon.

[Countdown to World Integration: 07 hours, 56 minutes, and 41 seconds]

[First Invasion Sequence: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Whispers of Ghostly Tales—The World of Yotsuya Miko]

[Second Invasion Sequence: Curse Spreads, Sorcerer's Deathmatch - Pyromancer's Return to the World]

[The Third Invasion Sequence: The Seed of Ghoul, A Tragic Cycle—Tokyo Ghoul World]

[Integration Mode: Silent Intrusion.]

[Warning: After this fusion, the host's "daily routine" will be forced to upgrade to "easy" difficulty.]

Lynn stared at the lines of cold text, then glanced back at the closed doors of the three bedrooms.

Behind the door was the comfortable den of a cripple that he had painstakingly built.

He stood quietly for a long time, and finally let out a sigh filled with exhaustion, as if his vacation had ended prematurely.

"...This is getting more and more troublesome."

...

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, thin patches of light on the wooden floor.

Lynn opened his eyes, his consciousness still somewhat hazy.

A soft, warm touch came from my left arm.

Yui Yuigahama was fast asleep, clinging to his arm like an octopus, her breath carrying the faint scent of shampoo.

My right shoulder slumped slightly.

Kasugano Sora leaned against him quietly, her silver hair tickling his neck.

Last night's horror movie segment ultimately turned into a depraved ending where the four of them squeezed onto the sofa and fell asleep.

Lynn didn't move, enjoying this rare moment of peace where she didn't need to think.

Ten minutes later.

He carefully withdrew his arm, gently placed the two girls' heads on the soft cushions, and covered them with a light blanket.

As I passed Gabriel's room, the door was ajar, and I could hear even breathing coming from inside.

Clearly, the chief angel was still indulging in her great practice of "doing nothing" in her dream.

Everything was the same as "usual".

Lazy, peaceful, even somewhat decadent.

Lynn went into the kitchen, skillfully took out milk and eggs from the refrigerator, and prepared to make breakfast for four people.

The TV in the living room was still on, playing today's morning channel.

He casually picked up the remote control and pressed the channel switch button.

"...CCG (Ghoul Countermeasures Bureau) once again reminds the public to avoid going to the back alleys of the 20th ward after nightfall."

On the screen, a meticulously made-up female anchor is delivering chilling content in a calm tone, as if she were reporting a weather forecast.

"If you spot a suspicious person with abnormally red pupils, do not look them in the eye or provoke them. Report them immediately to the nearest branch office..."

In one corner of the image, there was also a close-up picture of Hell's eyes.

The scarlet pupils and pitch-black sclera were filled with an ominous and eerie feeling.

Lynn stopped cracking the eggs.

He changed the channel.

An elderly man dressed in traditional hunting attire, looking venerable and otherworldly, was in the studio, making complex hand gestures in front of the camera.

"...This is the most basic seal for exorcising a level four cursed spirit, 'Lin'."

"According to the latest curriculum guidelines from the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, all high school students nationwide can attempt to master it."

"Now, please see the breakdown of the movements..."

Lynn pressed the third channel without any expression.

The image is an advertisement for a coffee shop called "Antiques".

The advertising slogan is both heartwarming and eerie.

"A cup of coffee, a slice of life. At 'Antique,' we offer you the most 'authentic' relaxation time."

He silently turned off the TV.

The living room fell silent again, save for the sizzling sound of bacon in the frying pan.

Lynn took out his phone and opened the official website of Soubu High School.

On the homepage's announcement board, a bold red title stands out like a scar.

[Urgent Notice Regarding the "Hyakki Yagyō" Festival Jointly Organized by the Student Union and the Jujutsu College]

His finger paused for a moment, then continued scrolling down and tapped the course schedule.

"Appreciation of the Chinese Language", "Classical Literature", "Modern Mathematics"...

The course schedule is mostly the same as before, and it looks unchanged.

This gave him a slight sense of relief.

However, just as he was about to close the page, a forced pop-up window covered the entire screen.

It was a deep red notice, carrying an ominous air.

[Urgent Safety Notice for the Entire School]

[Topic: New Required Lecture on "Special Disaster Response"]

[Content: In response to the recent spate of "unexplained gas leaks" and "mass hallucinations," our school will add a mandatory weekly safety lecture.]

[Lecture Rule #1: During the lecture, regardless of what you hear or feel that is unusual, you are strictly prohibited from looking up, talking, or looking directly at the lecturer.]

[Lecture Rule #2: If you feel an abnormal drop in body temperature or see "visual noise" around you, please immediately close your eyes and silently recite the distributed "Purification Prayer".]

[Lecture Rules, Article 3: ...]

Below are a dozen more entries, each filled with absurdity and bizarreness, resembling not the safety rules of a modern high school, but an introductory manual for a cult.

The world did not simply slap "spells" directly in everyone's faces.

It simply and silently inserted a completely new, bloody set of rules into the otherwise peaceful daily routine.

Ordinary people might just find the school's rules increasingly strange and neurotic.

But only Lynn knew.

These so-called "safety lectures" are actually a series of meticulously planned and cruel rituals to screen out "non-magicians" and "potential magicians".

And the fate of those students who broke the rules is self-evident.

……

The whole world seemed to have been crammed with a bunch of unrelated settings overnight by a lousy, third-rate screenwriter.

The strangest thing is that, apart from himself, no one seemed to think there was anything wrong with it.

Just then, the phone screen lit up.

Two emails popped up simultaneously, brooking no refusal.

The email subject lines were formatted uniformly, giving them an official, cold feel.

The emblem of the letter is a white dove carrying an olive branch.

[Sender: Ghoul Countermeasures Bureau (CCG)]

[Subject: Formal Notification Regarding the Appointment of Mr. Lynn as Supreme Warden and Special Investigator of 'Cookria']

The other emblem is an intricate and ancient black bar pattern.

[From: Cursed Arts Directorate]