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After Qiong posted it on her WeChat Moments, Black Tower even considered sending a puppet over to play with it.
The Holy Grail will likely be full tomorrow night, at which time, among the heroes gathered in Pinocchio, those qualified to be Masters will be selected and their Stigmata will be bestowed.
In addition, the Primordial Heaven and Sunday will participate in the Holy Grail War as overseers to ensure the compliance of the rituals.
They assumed a role within the Fuyuki Seido Church.
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Volume 1: Chapter 728 Command Seals Appear
The golden moment.
"Tsk tsk tsk, is that all? Is that all? My lovely little firework~ What a weakling!"
"All that bragging went downhill, and you couldn't even last twelve hours, you little bastard!"
"Wow, what a despicable and pathetic little minnow!"
"Didn't we say we'd film a video to show Liuying and have some fun? With something like this, Liuying'll probably burst out laughing when she sees it~"
"Hehe, your expression of being both angry and helpless is so funny!"
The atmosphere of extravagance had not yet dissipated inside the suite.
Miss Hanabi, the masked fool who enjoys manipulating people's hearts, is now like a completely tamed cat, her body limp and completely controlled by the person behind her.
The provocative joy she had felt just hours before had long since solidified on her face into a look of seriousness and forced composure.
She was completely encircled in his arms, like a delicate doll cup that had been played with until it was somewhat exhausted.
"You actually... embarked on a path of reproduction?"
"How did you do that?"
Even if you send out all your clones, it's like showing off your skills in front of Guan Yu if you try to outlast the Breeding Path Walker.
Hey, guess!
The gray-haired youth's five-petaled cherry blossom eyes shone with a beautiful and dreamlike light.
"..."
Fireworks fell silent.
If it's just the super-long endurance brought by her reproductive destiny, she can still use the numerical advantage of her clones to counter-pressure and ride on the opponent's back.
but……
At this moment, fireworks can not only evoke a sense of [missing information], but also a clear sense of [missing information].
Even after so much time has passed, she still doesn't know how the other side did it; ordinary clones can't achieve sensory connection.
Ripples like those in a kaleidoscope spread across the sky, and the gray-haired youth with a smile on his lips disappeared.
Instead, a stunningly beautiful girl with a figure and appearance that are 100% identical to Hanabi's.
With a wicked smile, she kissed Hanabi's slightly parted lips as she lay beneath her, panting.
A vibrant pink daffodil has bloomed.
Previously, during the outbreak of the two super meme viruses, Sleeping Banana Monkey and Deli Silly, Sora Hanabi and Miss Hanabi had a love-hate relationship and amused each other.
Finally, Qiong Hanabi, with her multi-target passive ability and unique error-based overpowered mechanics, outmaneuvered the enemy and successfully turned Hanabi into a silly character named Deli.
They filmed a video of Hanabi looking smart with her eyes wide open while shouting "TeRiTeRi~" like a fool.
This is just one of the rewards for the winners.
Second reward.
Naturally, they can be dealt with and punished at will.
Sora's true form is currently with Hotaru and Mari, but that doesn't stop Sora Hanabi. She can simply use her ability to transform into her true form!
By using Sora Hanabi's abilities and the mask to transform herself into a male body, Sora now has two male bodies that are completely under her own control, which allows for the development of even more ways to play.
Because Qiong Hanabi's body is quantumly entangled with the particles that constitute Hanabi's body at the microscopic level, it is a sympathetic connection that is difficult to resist by any means.
For Hanabi, it was a double sensory impact she had never experienced before, with male and female perspectives superimposed, leaving her completely overwhelmed.
As for the sky...
I've long been accustomed to this level of self-inflicted suffering.
So, Miss Hanabi lost, and lost miserably.
She became Ms. Qiong Hanabi's toy.
They've been thoroughly manipulated until now.
When playing with fireworks, there's no need to be as gentle as you are with fireflies.
Hanabi doesn't need gentleness either; she just wants fun and the satisfaction of experiencing the taste of self-inflicted pain.
The revelry of two masked fools knows no bounds, only endless pleasure.
"The Holy Grail War?"
Lying on the almost soaked bed, Hanabi, whose consciousness was gradually returning from the frenzied pleasure, noticed the television with the volume turned up quite high to cover up her screams.
"That sounds like a lot of fun."
"Want to join in and have some fun?"
Qiong Hanabi pressed Hanabi's little head under her body.
"Of course~ How could Lady Hanabi miss out on this kind of fun?"
Fireworks sticks out its delicate, pink tongue.
"Hehe, what's your wish?"
Qiong Hua Huo slightly closed her slender, snow-white, exquisite legs.
"Hanabi-sama has many wishes~"
"For example, if we remove the God of Joy, then Aha can sit in the position of the God of Pleasure, so why can't Lord Hanabi sit in it?"
"For example, turning you and my darling into my toys."
Hanabi gave a wicked, indistinct laugh.
She certainly didn't believe the claims that any wish could be granted; such a wish-granting machine simply couldn't exist in the world.
Being able to realize one's wish within a certain scope is already unprecedented.
But it is not important.
The point is, it's a lot of fun, isn't it?
Just as Hanabi was feeling ashamed and unable to lift her head as the defeated one, bright red marks gradually appeared on her little hands.
Both Hanabi and Sora Hanabi paused for a moment.
"Hehe, as expected of Lady Hanabi~"
Hanabi got up and pushed Sora Hanabi off her face, giving a sly smile and changing her finger gesture to resemble Spider-Man shooting webs.
"Now, it's Hanabi-sama's turn~"
……
Edge of the Asdna galaxy.
The fleet belonging to the Market Development Department of Interstellar Peace Corporation is sailing through the vast expanse of space.
With the Xianzhou Luofu project coming to an end, Scott was reassigned by his superiors to Pinocchio to assist with the company's new project.
This is actually a very lucrative job.
Although Scott lost the bet with Qiong and March 7 on the Immortal Ship, his modified company mecha was dismantled by March 7 using the Ice Sword Thousand Blades and the Seven Scissors, which made Scott feel a pang of regret for a long time.
Fortunately, the other party kept their word and did not pursue the matter of their initial offense.
At the company, some leaders heard about this and even remembered his name because of it.
Wearing small, round black sunglasses reminiscent of the Republic of China era, Scott was having hot pot and drinking beer with a group of subordinates in the ship's restaurant, pointing out the Holy Grail War propaganda video on the large screen on the wall.
"Sigh, if I could win the Holy Grail, I'd be willing to be promoted to P48 and become a member of the company's board of directors."
A junior employee who had recently joined the company secretly glanced at the navigation map.
We're still quite far from the Daydream Hotel.
The team leader is certainly indulging in daydreams quite early.
Why are you daydreaming?
Of course, he only dared to keep these words to himself.
"Team leader, what's that on the back of your hand? A trendy tattoo?"
An employee noticed the red markings on the back of Scott's hand.
"What the hell?"
Scott inexplicably raised his hand, turned his wrist over, and looked at it.
"Holy crap, what is this thing? When did it get on me?"
Scott rubbed the other side of his body hard, but found that the lines did not move at all, as if they were engraved on his flesh.
"Someone wants to harm me!"
As the pride of the Scott family and a true lone wolf, Scott reflects on his family motto three times a day: No enemies, no friends, only prey!
This is a vicious scheme by our competitors.
Someone coveted his position and plotted to frame him!
The company has explicit regulations prohibiting employees from getting tattoos on their bodies that are visible to the naked eye, except in special circumstances, as this would leave a bad impression on customers.
The moment Scott saw the tattoo, his lone wolf radar was triggered.
A competitor took advantage of his inattention and branded a tattoo on the back of his hand. When he arrived at Pinocchio to meet with the leadership, he would be noticed because of this, which would damage his image and lead to a demotion.
"Ha, such underhanded tactics are still too naive in front of Lone Wolf Scott."
Scott scoffed.
He used this little trick when he was in elementary school vying with his classmates for the position of class monitor.
The solution is simple: wear gloves to cover it up.
"But team leader."
Another subordinate cautiously interjected, pointing to the large screen where the host was passionately explaining the rules of the Holy Grail War.
"That thing in your hand... it looks so much like a Command Seal!"
"what?"
Upon hearing this, Scott looked up abruptly, his gaze shifting between the screen's description and the back of his hand. Then, he slowly raised his hand to his forehead, and a few seconds later, he burst into a wild, maniacal laugh.
"Hahaha~ Heaven is helping me! Heaven is helping me! I, Scott! I've finally made it through! After all the hardships, I'm finally reaping the rewards! After all the hardships, I'm finally reaping the rewards!"
Who can understand how much Scott has sacrificed to climb to where he is today?
He reported that his own father paved the way for him, secretly sabotaging his best friend by recommending him to a godforsaken galaxy to dig potatoes, and a woman?
That would only slow him down when he draws his gun... no, I mean, when he draws his promotion report!
Even in this behemoth of a company, he was still a tiny team leader.
But now.
Everything is different now!
"I'm determined to climb to the top step by step, one step at a time!"
Scott waved his arms excitedly, the Command Seals on the back of his hand gleaming brightly under the lights.
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