MTL - Tomb Raider: Storytelling and Writing, The Mystic Nine is Confused - Chapter 10

Chika Satomi is a beloved and beautiful girl in the class known as the ‘Angel of Peace.’Ichinose Sōma, who is a fanatic about making sweets, asks Chika to be a taster for him after school when he makes some sweets.Saying things like,「I also want to try various things――」「…Ichinose-san’s embarrassed expression is really cute…」Sōma ends up watching over Chika, who keeps teasing him.Though usually passive, for some reason, Chika teases Sōma with a sly smile, showing her mischievous side only to him, and as a result, Sōma’s after-school hours become filled with sweetness!?A sweet and thrilling romantic comedy with a naughty angel woven together by confections!

Ye Muyu, an elite of the modern company, got married and had children directly after time travel. She became the lady of an ancient scholar and the mother of two children, and she also found out that there was a “sister-in-law” who hated her very much.

Not only that, but there is also a ‘reborn’ female supporting role Tang Rou who covets her position everywhere.

Tang Rou: “Your position is mine, and I will be the first-rank madam in the future.”

Ye Muyu looked at the dark-faced man in front of him, and nodded calmly: “Okay.”

A certain man instantly protected Ye Moyu: “You It’s my wife, don’t even try to get rid of me, idlers, get out.”

The son hugged Ye Muyu’s thigh: “Go away, my mother is so nice, if you dare to bully her, I will bite you to death.”

The daughter held Ye Muyu’s arm Arm: “You are a bad person, my mother is the best mother in the world, if you dare to speak ill of my mother, I will report to the police.”

Seeing the happy family of ‘Ye Shi’, the reborn Tang Rou secretly hated her Grinding: It shouldn’t be like this, everything has changed!

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The End is finally here, but humans struggle and decide to fight to the bitter end and use all of their weapons. However, all of that was useless, and billions died.Until the first humans invaded the enemies' worlds and returned with powers after awakening them, they finally had the chance to fight back and defend their lands.Many years have passed, and humans have yet to obtain any real victories. Terry lost everything since the monsters and the overlords came to Earth, and he waited patiently and trained every day until he had the chance to awaken his power. Despite doing well on his first attack, Terry didn't awake any power...However, when he returned home, he confirmed that his power had indeed awakened... he could see weapons' status, and they could gain experience when he used them or killed monsters with them. Soon, he will come to realize that no other power is better than his!

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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