Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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"then!"

Koshimura Sawa reached out and caught it in mid-air, then looked closely.

A...eyebrow pencil?

That's fine, as long as I can write.

It's just that this name doesn't feel very auspicious to use now.

Forget about it, I can't worry about that now!

From the moment he saw which words had been erased, Koshimura Sawa had a strange premonition.

If it can be erased... does that mean the content above can also be rewritten?

Since we're already desperate and willing to try anything, let's give it a shot!

He quickly flattened the bloodstained paper in his hand and hovered the pen tip over the paper.

...Wait, what should I write again?

Chicken soup for the soul?

Is the world full of love?

Jimei has a great foundation; she'll definitely be beautiful when she loses weight.

Don't bring up the "savings buddy" mentality!

If you study hard enough, you can make your boss drive a luxury car and live in a big house.

【burst】

My child, your father and mother love you.

[Aren't you afraid he'll just explode at you?]

Damn it, I surf the internet too much, my head is already full of abstract memes and hellish jokes, and when it really matters, I can't think of a single normal word to comfort someone.

You're so dense, get moving!

How can you possibly persuade someone who is unloved by their parents, brutally beaten by society, and even contemplates ending up with the world?

Isn't this unselectable?

A violent gust of wind swept through the subway station again, as if an invisible suction force had been generated out of nowhere. More and more papers, not only those scattered on the ground, but also those pasted on the walls, began to gradually detach from their original positions and surge wildly towards the monster.

Its size expanded and grew taller at a visible rate, its twisted limbs almost breaking through the ceiling of the subway station, as if it would completely break through this enclosed space at any moment.

The hem of Koshimura Sawa's open suit jacket fluttered violently in the strong wind, making a loud rustling sound.

No, if it escapes outside and comes into contact with other people—

Just at this critical moment, a piece of paper with a faint blue glow suddenly fell out of the inside pocket of his coat and flew away in the wind.

Ugh?

With quick reflexes, Koshimura instinctively reached out and grabbed it.

Wait, this is—

The Story of Heroes and Stars

[As a bonus action, you gain a Poet Incentive Dice from the Creator and temporary health equal to 1 Poet Incentive Dice from the Creator plus the Creator's Charisma modifier.]

[For 1 minute, whenever you hit a target with a melee attack, you will also summon a Brilliant Star, dealing Radiant damage equal to one Creator's Poet's Inspiration Dice.]

Once used, the recorded story will become a blank sheet of paper until it is rewritten by its creator.

It's the poem page that Dengbao gave me!

He hurriedly and clumsily unfolded the folded paper.

On the pages of the notebook, Gao Songdeng's handwriting, though slightly immature, was full of sincerity. Every word and every line shimmered with a warm blue glow.

Like the guiding stars in the night sky, they shone steadfastly amidst the chaos and paleness.

Just as the poem was unfolded and the blue light shone, all the papers around it that were being frantically absorbed by the monster seemed to be paused, freezing for a moment.

Then, it abruptly changed direction, like a moth drawn to a flame, frantically converging on the starlight-radiant page of poetry in Yuecunze's hand. As if it had come to life, it automatically connected to the originally blank page and rapidly expanded.

In the blink of an eye, a brand new, huge blank canvas was formed and floated in front of Yuecunze.

On the screen, the road beneath Koshimura's feet suddenly begins to extend forward, traversing the entire blank canvas.

And the starting point of that road was precisely where Yuecunze was standing.

The text before my eyes changed again.

The Unwritten Story

I see... I understand now...

Koshimura took a deep breath and gripped the eyebrow pencil tightly in his hand.

Then, it hovered in front of him on the road, not far away.

To encompass it with one's own melody, forcing it to resonate...

So, what should my melody be?

For some reason, he subconsciously felt that something was missing in that position.

There should be someone standing there.

No, there will definitely be someone standing there.

At the very beginning of everything, the first thing I saw when I came into this world was a pink-haired girl.

This is where the journey begins.

This is—my own heroic tale!

Thus, the pen fell to the ground with sharp strokes.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Dragon

The essence surpasses the form!

Just kidding. If Lao Ze had Xi Bao's drawing skills, he wouldn't have ended up in a small, third-tier city in his past life, just doing homework in a small town.

When Koshimura Sawa really relied on his intuition to scribble the first long line on the paper, he suddenly remembered a crucial question.

broken.

I don't think I can draw at all.

Haha, isn't that ridiculous?

Snow Leopard shut up.

In that awkward moment, the bloodstains on the paper that originally belonged to him and had not yet dried suddenly began to writhe wildly, as if they had been injected with life, and flew rapidly across the paper, converging towards the tip of his pen.

Koshimura felt an invisible force pulling at his hand, causing him to move involuntarily.

It was pure red, but the blood transformed into thousands of colors the moment it touched the paper.

No conception or color matching is needed; it is naturally perfect, with every color just right.

It's as if it's not creating, but rather directly imprinting the existing reality onto this gradually taking shape painting.

The pen glided smoothly, outlining soft contours. First, the girl's grey eyes, then her delicate and lovely face...

Koshimura Sawa suddenly stopped.

It wasn't because of a lack of inspiration, but because of a more practical problem.

—We don't have enough blood.

"Hey you, hurry up!" Yutenji Wakana's anxious shout broke the brief silence as she shook the nearly empty test tube in her hand. "My stock is really running out!"

No, you've said that so many times already, haven't you finished yet?

In the distance, the monster had already tightly bound the wolf spirit composed of black mist with pale paper strips, stretched it to both sides, and with a sudden burst of force, tore it in two.

At the same time, the swirling Bess axe blade arrived from afar, severing the paper ribbons binding the wolf spirit. Its momentum remained undiminished as it cleaved heavily into the monster's body.

The next second, a pair of fair hands gripped the axe handle, and Hachiman Kairin's figure followed closely like a ghost, using the momentum from the fall to press it down hard once again.

The axe blade left a wound several inches deep on the monster's body before bursting out again.

Without hesitation, Hachiman Kairin drew her axe blade, kicked off its massive body, and leaped backward nimbly, creating distance between them.

The scattered wolf spirits re-formed around her, coiling around her and following her like a shadow.

However, its size was noticeably smaller than before, and it looked much duller.

She was slightly out of breath, gripping her bass tightly, pointing diagonally at the ground, and said without turning her head, "I can only hold on for another 3 minutes at most. Can you handle things over there?"

"enough!"

Without further hesitation, Yuecun Ze removed the "Children's Innocent Words" mask from his face and bit his right index finger hard.

Fresh blood gushed out, flowing down the shaft of the eyebrow pencil and gathering again at the tip.

He felt the guidance of that invisible force, and the tip of his pen fell on the paper once more.

Long pink hair, white shirt and gray plaid dress.

Her wrists moved naturally, outlining the girl's slender figure.

Then came the pink dragon horns... and the dragon tail, covered in hard scales, extended from under the skirt and hung down naturally.

And a giant red dragon, crouching in the distance, watching intently.

The area that was originally stained black has now transformed into a deep and terrifying cave wall.

The guitar in the girl's hand was surrounded by flames of destruction, which were clearly reflected in her resolute eyes.

Despite his trembling body, his gray eyes remained steadfastly fixed on the distance ahead.

He stared into the dragon's golden vertical pupils.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

Like the beginning of countless beautiful stories, boy meets girl.

The boy met the girl.

Their destinies intersected here.

This is how it all began.

So, I put pen to paper.

The moment the painting was completed, Koshimura suddenly felt the magic power within his body being uncontrollably and frantically drawn in, flowing into the painting that was floating in front of him.

A strong feeling of exhaustion washed over him, making him almost unable to stand.

At the same time, an invisible string sound rang in his ears.

At first it was faint, but it gradually became clearer.

...Is that the sound of a guitar?

Is this... my melody?

No.

Yuecun Ze listened carefully to the occasional wrong notes and awkward parts in the melody.

This is more like... her melody.

Chihaya Aine, the queen of resilience in Haneoka, the ever-shining sun.

The girl who, filled with longing for foreign countries, went to London to study with great enthusiasm, only to eventually slink back home in disgrace.

However, at this moment, the stumbling performance became smooth and light at an astonishing speed, just like the impression she gave people.

Despite always appearing cheerful, carefree, and nonchalant, she deeply craves recognition from others.

She is an ordinary person; she is vain and also prone to escapism due to weakness.

But if you really didn't work hard behind the scenes, why did you think of the chords of "Burning Hands" the moment you picked up the guitar?