Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

It's that cell phone.

A cell phone that turned into sand.

If Kasumigaoka Utaha wasn't lying, then Mori Tsukisa's biological mother...

not simple.

He must be a very powerful ritualist.

Defeated... Peach from a distance?

is it possible?

The mystery... hasn't been here for too long. According to Kasumigaoka Utaha, even the second level "Super Order" can't fight against that monster.

Her mother could easily destroy or...injure it?

The clock hands jumped into a new day, and the girl living alone had no concept of returning home early.

Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the girl who was lost in thought with a smile. On the table covered with moonlight, there was a small silver revolver.

Hate me, but refuse to leave.

Protect?

A kind but... arrogant guy.

Dye your hair blonde.

Yukino.

Chapter 76 Conspiracy

Huge wriggling organs, covered with layers of black glandular hairs, swayed leisurely in the windless universe; blood vessels swelled from the tentacles to the point of almost bursting out, and complex veins stretched throughout this palace of flesh and blood floating in the darkness.

The beating 'dong dong' sound comes from the core or the base of each tentacle; or there may be no sound, everything is just something imitating gently in your ear...

dong dong.

The protruding black-green cyst is actually sunken; the countless planet-sized uteruses contract and expand excitedly, and the beautiful and moving screams do not sound harsh at all.

Here, immersing yourself in this place, you can even smell the pungent aroma of rotting meat; you will become wise and understand that some creatures have been happily engaging in deception - they deceive others and also deceive themselves.

For example, madness under a certain emotion is actually rationality, but they have misinterpreted the meaning of rationality, and words have become a tool for deception.

listen…

You have to question everything.

Be suspicious of the information that people around you transmit to you...

They tamper with your cognition. The world you understand is not as simple as you see it.

The glass you touched, the glass you looked through; the lips you saw and kissed; if you still think that what you saw is real, please, please break your skin and take a look...

What kind of 'organism' do you think your wife is made of? And why is the bow on the head of your newborn child never changed?

Do you believe it moves?

Have you ever imagined that a baby doesn't eat or drink, but the "fluff" on its head smiles at you?

It...inherits your genes, doesn't it?

Listen, listen...

Break the skin...

Crush the skull into small pieces, like minced meat; you have to learn to find the answers yourself, if you start to doubt, then I can give you the truth...

A long song gradually came from the crawling cortex.

As for the creatures that came here according to the question - whether they can be considered as creatures or not, in fact, in this palace made of flesh, tentacles and giant wombs, they are not that important...

Because it…

It's so beautiful.

No?

peach.

Is this your name? You love your name, and you love your body, though they are both descended from every inferior creature.

You tear these things off their owners' bodies and stuff them on yourself; your nose is someone else's, your lips are someone else's, your teeth are someone else's;

The eyeballs are dehydrated, the teeth are not healthy enough; the nose tip is too blunt, and the ears are too big...

Look, look at the layers of black cilia in front of you...

What exactly are you imitating?

Should it be human...?

Or, these tangled, gurgling, swaying hairs in front of me like the waves...

Your transformation has deviated from beauty.

'beautiful…?'

The tiny figure whispered, and the sound could be heard far away in the universe filled with slippery sounds.

'How can I describe your shape...'

'No, I shouldn't use words...'

The shadow was disappointed and resentful, but its longing and some activated desire led it step by step towards the boundless and beautiful garden...

'I long for you...'

'But I resent you...'

Shadow saw the deep pit and the eyeballs under it; no, it should be a bunch of sunflowers full of eyeballs... No, no, it... it shouldn't be described like this...

Lead me...

In ecstasy of lust and pregnancy…

tell me…

Devour me...

Chew or swallow into a gorgeous thick juice;

soon…

I will be your lust or appetite...

Come on...

I…

who I am…

谁…

peach…

Peach saw the great——!

The dust-like figure approached the tentacles, it smiled happily, and gradually merged with the flesh and blood.

The usual dark and lightless universe.

A thirster pursues his love and this causes no ripples.

Billions of years passed.

Or one second.

A young female voice suddenly sounded - it sounded like she was mumbling to herself.

"whispering sound."

"Thinking back when I was Aquaman, half of the multiverse..."

"My daughter's spouses are all weak..."

…………

……

Gravel poured onto the asphalt road, blown away by the wind.

Soon after, the sounds of footsteps, one light and one heavy, stopped.

Then, a bunch of disgusting greasy compliments were thrown on the ground for free.

"Wild Viola~"

"Oh~ the tenacious and unique wild violet!"

"Would you be willing to have a brief conversation with me?"

The man knelt on one knee, praising the lavender plants that could be seen everywhere along the road. Not far away, the short-haired girl looked at them helplessly.

Look at this man proposing to a plant.

"Oh…"

--here we go again.

"Wild Viola~"

"The elegant and graceful wild violet~"

"I only like plants like you that are tough yet beautiful."

——You said the same thing to the morning glory just now.

Kato Megumi thought (haha) that she was not a person who liked to complain, but she really couldn't stand the mischief of this "brother". Whose ability is so strange, like a stage actor? Fortunately, it was at night, otherwise...

It’s hard to imagine that kind of social death situation.

"Oh~ It makes me excited..."

——It never ends.

Here's the thing.

Because I have to be monitored by Mr. Bai Ju's official organization for a period of time, and it just so happens that a big brother who likes to perform in stage plays has "taken a fancy" to me (Sakai Takashi)...

Anyway, I have to follow her around the clock as a protector.

As a result, the man slapped his forehead:

'Would you like to see how an official ritualist handles a special event?'

'Sorry, I don't want to.'

"Great! If you want, come with me tonight!"

——Stop talking to yourself. Is this really a good idea?

——It’s a bit out of tune.

With this in mind, Kato Megumi also refused to communicate. She would not take "Momoko" lightly, as the scene of her being hunted down a while ago was still vivid in her mind.

If it weren't for Mori Tsukisa...

What changed her mind was a piece of information.

"Try to join the Ritual House. Usami Reiko and Sakai Takashi are very optimistic about you."

Kato Megumi: ...

"Ms. Tojo, I feel like you're making things difficult for me."

"I'm just a contact under surveillance. The situation here is very..."

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and many more.