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In terms of system settings, it was indeed inspired by Uma Musume Pretty Derby. Before I started reading this book, I was completely obsessed with Uma Musume Pretty Derby.

Perhaps calling the system "[Shining! The Male Protagonist of a Light Novel]" would be more appropriate?

The concept of [causality] is based on "Future Diary" and was the ending that was conceived from the very beginning.

Speaking of which, the scene in the movie "Lucy" where the protagonist comes into contact with Homo sapiens is truly memorable.

That's a bit of a tangent.

In short, after finishing this book, I should have earned some credibility, right?

Of course, I can't be sure about this myself.

This book begins in the dark and damp rainy season and ends on a sunny Golden Week holiday. But the story doesn't end there.

Therefore, in the context of the concluded storyline, I ultimately chose the "[Travel Departure]" as a starting point, a new beginning.

Starting tomorrow, I will extract some fragments from the future and update the epilogue chapters.

Since I said a few days ago that I was going to finish writing this, I've become increasingly aware that I'm actually a very clumsy person, or you could say I'm stupid.

Looking back, it's clear that there were many poorly written parts in the beginning of this book.

To be precise, even I am not entirely satisfied with it now, and I can clearly see room for improvement.

The simplest example is making a basic mistake like not researching before attempting a first oil painting.

It was too late to change it later, so I could only accept the mistake and continue to hold myself to higher standards in the future.

It's not just about that aspect.

The design of the numerical values ​​is also part of it. After all, the initial stages of writing the book were quite strict, and it was easy to be judged that there were problems with the main plot. So, we found an extremely long main plot.

At least it meets the requirements of a description?

In any case, if anyone still has any complaints, I'll frankly admit my own foolishness here.

My goal for the next book is to write a more interesting and sweeter campus romance.

With the experience gained from this book, I'm confident I can write an even longer one next book, at least another 50 words shouldn't be a problem.

By the way, regarding the new book, I thought of a very abstract way of putting it:

A British deserter encounters Vani Falentey (JOJO).

Of course, this is just a joke, an attempt to force an abstract concept.

If this book can bring you joy, relaxation, or some satisfaction, then its existence is meaningful, and I will be satisfied as long as that happens.

This is the first time I've written such a long piece, and I truly feel that I've grown a lot through slow exploration and under some pressure.

I hope my next book will be a significant improvement, bringing more wonderful experiences to everyone.

Okay, let's leave this topic here.

Thanks again for everyone's support!

Than heart!

Thanks to editor Zheyu!

Thank you for the support from Alliance Leader Dongfang Xujian!

Thank you for every monthly pass, every reader, and every subscription!

If I am fortunate enough, I hope to see you all again in my next book.

Finally, I love you all.

A summer night filled with thunder and lightning.

Epilogue: The Fantastic Journey of Hell Girl (1)

It was a short, sultry summer night.

The bright moonlight hung high in the bluish-purple night sky. The sky was not yet completely dark. In the manor, the shadows of trees were dense and intertwined. Cedars, chestnuts, bauhinia... Amid the chirping of cicadas, a full and intoxicating fragrance of flowers wafted out.

"Acheng!!!"

The sound of Nekoya Hina calling came from the hallway outside the door. Takahashi Makoto, who was sitting behind the desk, looked up and, under his gaze, the door opened with a "bang".

Hina Nekoya ran to the desk, pressed her hands on the surface, and looked like something was seriously wrong: "Listen to me, Makoto, I just discovered that I have superpowers."

"Huh?" Takahashi Makoto was completely confused.

"On my way back from Tsurumizawa today, I chatted with Miyuki and rejected the girl who was going to be the next badminton club captain."

Nekoya Hina spoke very quickly, stamping her foot in frustration: "Well, when I wanted to buy her a drink, the vending machine broke down. I gave it a light kick, and then—"

Unable to think of a suitable adjective for a moment, she paused, took out her phone, and showed Takahashi Makoto the photo: "It turned out like this."

The vending machine in the photo looks pathetic; to put it simply, it's just scrap metal.

"Did you scare the students?" Takahashi Makoto calmly picked up his phone from the table and sent someone to contact the manufacturer for compensation.

"Of course I was scared, but that's not the point, is it?"

Hina Nekoya raised her arm, striking a powerful pose: "After I came back, I went to the gym and discovered that I can not only easily lift all the dumbbells, but I can also shape the weight plates into balls! I must be a superhuman!!!"

Makoto Takahashi looked at her with amusement. In some ways, 22-year-old Hina Nekoya was still no different from when she was 18.

Becoming an Olympic champion, officially becoming a teacher, serving as an instructor in the badminton department... none of these experiences prevented her from continuing to lag behind.

"Ahem, Hina, this is my fault."

Makoto Takahashi cleared his throat in a serious tone and explained, "Actually, we all have superpowers. When we talked about this at dinner a few days ago, you took the badminton club to a training camp."

"Huh?" Nekoya Hina's eyes widened, she slammed her hand on the table, and leaned over.

"Go ask Hanaori for details and have her explain it to you."

Makoto Takahashi put down his phone, picked up his pen, and gestured to the literature class handouts on the table: "Yo means I have to submit my literature class paper this week."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Hina Nekoya turned and quickly left the study. As she brushed past Reiko Kashima who was walking in, she waved and greeted her: "Reiko-nee, do you have superpowers too?"

"..." Kashima Reiko nodded expressionlessly.

"Why am I the only one who doesn't know?" Hina Nekoya left the study dejectedly.

Kashima Reiko walked to the desk, bent her knuckles, and tapped the surface lightly twice: "Come out."

Takahashi lowered his head humbly, pretending to be engrossed in studying the lecture notes.

A few minutes later, Shiraishi Junka reluctantly peeked out from under the table, her messy black hair obscuring half of her alluring face.

She stared directly into Reiko Kashima's eyes, her wine-red eyes glistening with moisture.

"Be a little more discreet tonight."

Kashima Reiko stared straight at her and said in a completely emotionless tone, "The maid reported hearing strange noises during her night patrol, including a sound like bells. She couldn't find the source, and the report of the manor being haunted has been sent to me."

"Hmm... Makoto really likes excitement." Shiraishi Junka looked troubled.

"..."

"Ok."

Seeing that she reluctantly agreed, Kashima Reiko suddenly had a premonition: she might receive an even more outrageous report in a few days.

She turned her gaze to the culprit and adopted a serious attitude: "I want to join in and keep an eye on you so you don't disturb the maids' normal work."

“No problem,” Takahashi Makoto readily agreed.

With a suitable solution in place, Kashima Reiko turned and left.

As she reached the door, she seemed to suddenly remember something and turned back to say, "The airline reported that Nekoya's parents bought tickets to arrive in Tokyo tomorrow night. It seems they plan to attend your and Hina's wedding to offer their blessings."

"It's good to have their approval. Hina will be happy too. It's worth it for her to delay the wedding for so long."

With an important matter settled in his mind, Makoto Takahashi relaxed and leaned back in his chair, gazing at the ceiling.

Shiraishi Junka finally straightened up and raised her hand to wipe the water stains from the corner of her mouth: "Well... the process needs to be adjusted again."

"Don't tell Hina yet, give her a surprise," Makoto Takahashi said.

"Hmm." Shiraishi Junko tucked the long hair that was covering her face behind her ear and followed Kashima Reiko away.

The door closed softly, and the study was quiet, with the lingering scent of damp roses in the air.

Makoto Takahashi sat for a while, then got up, straightened his clothes, left the study, went upstairs, walked through the corridor, and arrived at the third-floor terrace.

Her dazzling long golden hair swayed gently in the soft breeze.

Li Jianyu lay back on the beanbag chair, her eyes closed in blissful contentment, her long, rhythmic breathing indicating that she was sleeping very well.

Maya Uesugi sat on a camping chair nearby, reading a book. Her elegant maid outfit concealed her long, slender legs, and her long black hair was tied up with a white headband. Her fair and delicate face was almost violently cute.

"Want me some coffee?" Makoto Takahashi stopped behind the two of them, glancing at the tea table where there were only two cups of warm black tea.

“No, she said she hates the taste of coffee.” Uesugi Maya’s cold voice carried an indescribable disdain.

You actually believe that?

"It doesn't matter, as long as she's in a good mood."

Hearing her say that, Takahashi Makoto couldn't help but chuckle.

Since Tachimi Yuki became pregnant, Uesugi Maya immediately began to take care of her meticulously. Past grudges vanished in an instant, leaving only an unbreakable bond.

Whether it's a maid outfit or other mischievous requests from Tatsumi Yuki, Uesugi Maya, despite her dislike, will still do her best to satisfy her, including specially bringing a beanbag chair from her apartment.

"Given Yuki's current physical condition, nothing unexpected will happen." Takahashi Makoto sat down on the side of the beanbag chair, turning his head to look at Yuki's peaceful sleeping face.

"I know, is the report finished?" Maya Uesugi asked, changing the subject.

"not yet."

Makoto Takahashi awkwardly touched the tip of his nose, then looked at her with concern: "What about you? Last month you said you needed to think about it and would tell me in a while."

Maya Uesugi's eyes dimmed, her long eyelashes showing a hint of melancholy: "Even seeing her happy and joyful every day, there are still many things I can't understand. Sometimes I wonder, if my mother hadn't died in childbirth, would I be able to understand Sachi's feelings?"

Makoto Takahashi stared at her silently.

“We’ve discussed that even if we discard [uniqueness], it won’t have any impact.”