Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Miss Lin: "..."

　How can it still be repaired? The kids around Cong Yu are getting more and more outrageous... It was Xiao Cui before, and now it's Yongdao Xiaoxi.

　The rap king knew Xiaoxi before, back when Yongdao Xiaoxi didn't have this outrageous ability that even the gods could see.

　Does spending too much time with Cong Yu lead to a rapid increase in strength?

　Thinking this through, the rap king carefully examined Cong Yu, pondering whether he should open a branch of his record company in Fengdu.

　Perhaps if I hang out with Murasame for a while, my strength will improve even further (meaning I can surpass Takemikazuchi and become second to last)?

　"I'm ready!"

　As Nagashima Koki said this, she covered her eyes with her hands and chanted, "All the vanities of this world!"

　"Orders issued in the name of Nagashima Koki shall be shattered before me! I shall see through this entire chaotic world!"

　It's worth mentioning that this chant was something Nagashima Koki came up with during her ten-minute break...

　Of course, she doesn't need to chant to use her eyes; it's probably just a case of being a bit of a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur)...

　In another year, she will indeed reach the age of "chuunibyou" (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur).

　Therefore, Cong Yu can understand her.

　"what!"

　Nagashima Koki's eyes widened!

　"Oh!"

　The eye burst open again, or rather, shattered, and cracked... but this time there seemed to be no blood spurting out.

　So, Nagashima Koki didn't even cover her eyes, simply stating the result: "It's negative 151."

　What do you mean?

　Apart from Cong Yu, no one else understood what this meant... but Cong Yu understood perfectly.

　That's the timeline Moira was "manufactured" in the correct historical timeline, based on a simple calculation.

　If...

　It is 2150.

　……

　2150?!

　How can it be?!

　Chapter 634 You're right, but that's just how rappers are.

　Is Moile completed in 2150?

　What the hell?! I've never heard of such a thing.

　As someone who happened to travel to 2150, Cong Yu thought it was impossible... the technology must not be enough.

　Honestly, based on Cong Yu's guess, it must be Moilei, who can transcend time and space and has a mission to protect the fate of humanity.

　There should only be a need to create it when "time travelers" are identified and the related technology has been abused.

　Because they were afraid someone would travel back in time and cause trouble.

　That's why Moirai is needed to provide "protection"—that's the correct approach.

　If Cong Yu were to guess a timeframe, and if technology were to advance to the time dimension, it would be at least 2222 or something like that.

　Moreover, there are various challenges such as spacetime paradoxes that need to be overcome.

　Therefore, it shouldn't be the same year that Cong Yu traveled through.

　……

　No, that's not right... Think about it calmly. Although I did travel through time in 2150, I can confirm that it was at the beginning of the year.

　Maybe by the end of 2150, a major technological breakthrough will occur, and we will successfully develop technologies such as "time travel" and "human rights protection"?

　Ok……

　That's even more impossible!

　Hmm... Right, if you think about it carefully, something as outrageous as "Moire" must have been created in a laboratory.

　As an ordinary person who has never left my "dwelling," I should have no way of knowing about the relevant technology.

　The gap between the top and bottom levels of technology, and even the vast differences in understanding, are beyond the scope of this discussion.

　Of course, one could also think that they are traveling through a "world" rather than "time"... it could simply be a parallel world.

　However, there is a very serious problem...

　That's what "what a coincidence" means.

　……

　Cong Yu couldn't help but think about the fact that he himself traveled to 2150 and Moirai was created in 2150.

　Could my time travel be related to the creation of Moirai?

　However, we cannot conclude that...

　After all, before we actually see the truth, any seemingly reasonable inference is just speculation, nothing more.

　If we treat speculation as established facts when making further judgments, we may stray further and further from the truth.

　If only you could see the specific month, Xiaoxi.

　It's already pretty good, we can't ask for too much...

　"And then...then...I woke up!"

　On the train, Nagashima Koki explained to everyone what was wrong with her eyes...

　This silenced everyone except Cong Yu.

　Cong Yu didn't say anything, even though he already knew about Yongdao Xiaoxi's situation, because he was thinking about something.

　Thinking about very important things, things that no one else can participate in.

　Mainly about what

　Random associations like "cutting," "the possibility of a Lostbelt is questionable," "human incineration confirmed," "Could I be a Heroic Spirit?", "Why hasn't John Connor appeared yet?", "Are there any androids from the side of justice who have traveled back in time (to the present)?", "Is Keanu Reeves here?", "Am I in the Matrix? When am I going to get my pills?"

　Cong Yu was even starting to feel conflicted.

　If someone were to ask me "the red pill or the blue pill?", what would I choose?

　Is it to return to a sci-fi future that may have already been conquered by Moilei, or to stay in this past and happy world?

　Speaking of which, the person who gave Keanu Reeves the pills in The Matrix was a black man.

　Black person……

　Cong Yu pondered, looking at the rap king's shocked face, and made a slight judgment... Impossible, impossible.

　If the rap king is portrayed as someone who came from the future to awaken a savior, then Cong Yu might as well believe he is the incarnation of God.

　After all, God must be Black.

　(Pigeon God: ?!!)

　"First do this, then do that, and then you awaken..."

　The King of Death said this, paused for a moment, and then came to the conclusion: "So that's it, it's bloodline."

　The rap king was quite helpless about this, and he spread his hands and sighed: "I thought that as long as I followed Cong Yu, I would become stronger."

　I don't think that kind of setting will exist.

　Death King shrugged at this; "Ha, in that case, Mike, you're the one who should be playing with Cong Yu the most..."

　Although it was meant to be a joke about the Rap King, Death King obviously didn't know that the Rap King had actually thought the same thing before.

　However, when it comes to "strength," to be honest...

　As long as it's "good enough," that's fine...

　The King of Rap wouldn't be so foolish as to fight other kings; at least in this situation where "those stronger than me don't oppose me," he is invincible.

　Being invincible in a narrow sense is still being invincible, isn't it?

　Or rather, this is the true meaning of "invincibility" in a broader sense—invincibility unaffected by the inherent flaws of human language.

　"Anyway, you're in America, you won't run into enemies in your own gang...and you're walking..."

　He wasn't afraid of assassination attempts.

　As she said this, Cong Yu casually pointed to her head and said, "As long as you're not afraid of getting your head blown off while riding in a convertible, that's enough, right?"

　What a hellish joke...

　"Man! That's what they say..."

　The rap king looked somewhat sentimental as he slammed his hands on the table inside the Jormungandr train, causing a ripple.

　Yes, the table, like pork, almost like fat, throbbed as he slammed it.

　Rap King: "..."

　"Fuxk, that's weird."

　After a soft complaint, the rap king coughed lightly: "Although I have enough power, I really still don't want to be at the bottom."

　Death King: "There are only thirteen...fourteen people in total, so someone has to be at the bottom. It can't be me, can it?"

　Cong Yu: "Indeed..."

　Death King: "Ugh, damn it..."

　Feeling somewhat displeased, the Death King looked at the coffin placed to the side, hoping she would say something.

　Sun King: "..."

　The Sun King remained silent, but quietly extended his bandaged hand through a small hole in the side of the coffin, took some biscuits, and put them back into the coffin.

　"La means—I have nothing to say to you."

　Cong Yu acted as the mouth double for the Sun King, which made the Death King feel particularly sorrowful... even though everyone knew that the Sun King was actually unable to speak.

　Even if you say you're at the bottom, you're not necessarily guaranteed to lose if you face any of us, are you?

　Cong Yu, resting her chin on her hand, discussed topics related to the Monster King under the bright gaze of Nagashima Koki: "In your previous battles, you were also holding back against Carlos, weren't you?"

　When you reach the level of the Monster King, it takes a very, very long time to truly determine a winner... a very, very, very long time.

　Even with the previous clash between Cong Yu and Etzel, a battle so devastating it was called a "sparring match," they were still far from determining a winner.

　Although I could tell who would win in the end...

　However, nothing is certain until the very last moment.

　That's how it should be, according to common sense.

　Upon hearing Cong Yu's words, the rap king immediately burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Of course...of course! How could I be that weak!"

　Although he said that, the rap king guiltily looked away...

　Wait, wait, wait, really?

　Isn't this far, far, far weaker than Takemikazuchi? A complete and utter collapse!

　Chapter 635 Godfather Xiao Xi

　"It's like this... Mr. Creeper, my daughter went to a bar with another boy two months ago, but was forced to drink alcohol."

　As the man spoke, he stood awkwardly in the livehouse, looking at the rap king sitting in a seat listening to records.

　At the same time, he noticed a child sitting behind the "ticket counter" looking over curiously... judging from his appearance, he was Asian.

　He couldn't tell which country they were from.

　But why would there be a seemingly ordinary child in a livehouse owned by a monster king?

　Although it was strange, it didn't stop the man from continuing to seek justice from the rap king: "My daughter fought hard to protect her reputation, but was beaten up... her nose was completely shattered."

　“She was in so much pain that she couldn’t even cry out, but I cried for her… I cherished her like a precious gem, but now she’s disfigured.”