DanMachi, My Members Are From Slice-of-Life Anime

"Now I have to admit that, unlike Chardo, who created the strongest city, I didn't even fulfill the mission of being a 'stepping stone.' Instead, I simply became absolute evil, causing the deaths of countless people."

"That's why they're unwilling to leave this place, and even more unwilling to return to the Heavenly Realm."

"Haha..." Seeing Zi scratching his face, he was speechless with embarrassment.

From Alfia's story, Miko learned that the person she admired was none other than the then-spirited Astrea Familia. However, an accident buried all those lovely girls in the dungeon.

This also rendered all of Alfia's efforts futile.

It turns out that those who have experienced despair and can utter fearless cries are the ones who die faster.

This is the quality of a hero, and also the destiny of a hero, from which there is no escape.

Alfia seemed to notice Jianzi's unusual behavior and said meaningfully:

"Speaking of which, little girl, you're also from the Astrea Familia. Sorry, but what I just said was just 'noise' to you."

"Alright, okay."

Miko didn't know how to get along with this deceased person. Alfia's first impression on Miko was that she was cold and somewhat like a queen.

But perhaps because I haven't communicated with people for many years, I seem a little long-winded now.

Is it because I'm getting old?

She slowly left the cemetery, picked up some white flowers nearby, replaced the withered parts, then clasped her hands together and prayed:

"Rest in peace and attain Buddhahood. Now, the Astrea Familia has new blood, new hope, and everyone possesses enviable 'characteristics.' They will surely become powerful 'heroes' no less than their predecessors."

"Of course, the same goes for Miss Alfia. I firmly believe that 'heroes' will be born again in the future."

Alfia closed her eyes and remained silent.

After seeing Zi finish everything, he looked up and his expression froze for a moment.

"Judging from your expression, you seem to be saying... 'Why haven't you become a Buddha yet?'"

"So why?!" Jianzi asked helplessly.

Wasn't your obsession simply your disappointment with the Astraea Familia? Now that Astraea has been resurrected, you can finally rest in peace.

Looking at Jianzi's complicated expression,

Alfia said coldly, "Don't be silly. I will not return to the Celestial Realm until I witness the Black Dragon being killed with my own eyes."

Alfia was indeed disappointed, but not by the destruction of Astrea. Rather, it was because of the most fundamental reason: she was utterly disappointed with this world, this "Age of Gods" dominated by the gods.

In the battle to defeat the black dragon, the man praised as the strongest hero, and the most arrogant tyrant (the empress), both lost their arms, coughed up blood, screamed in agony, and finally fled in disgrace.

Therefore, Alfia felt a deep "disappointment" with herself and with this world that lacked resolve.

Only after that did the Egg of the Hero, who became a "stepping stone," seek out the fearless hero to end the "Dark End."

If we can't find it, let the Age of Gods end, return to ancient times, and let the era give birth to new heroes!

But unexpectedly, it all fell short in the end.

Seeing that Zi was unaware of these things, she still boldly complained:

"If you're a normal soul, go back, you bastard! Everyone else has returned to Heaven, why are you the 'exception'?"

These words seemed to strike Alfia's Achilles' heel. She remained silent for a moment, then said with relief:

"Perhaps, I am that 'exception.'"

After all, I've always been the "exception" since birth.

Alfia recalled the past, his insane talent, the fastest leveling speed in history, and the only genius to break through the S999 mark and reach four digits.

At last……

At the moment when his body was being burned by the magma hell and his soul was being summoned, he immediately saw through the nature of that power and successfully rejected it.

Once again, it became the world's only exception.

She was like a bug in the world, constantly interfering with its normal operation.

This is why Alfia has been "imprisoned" for the past four years.

Yes, surprisingly, Alfia's soul can only attach itself to members of the Astrea Familia.

Similar to a bound spirit.

Originally, it was nothing special. From an observer's perspective, witnessing the hero's egg, which stepped over one's own corpse, gradually hatch was a pretty good experience.

only……

Who would have thought these people would be so incompetent? They were wiped out by just one monster!

Where did the momentum of a group of level 3s fighting against level 7s go?

What? You blame yourself for letting the sea go?

Ah, it's all noise.

……

"【Dead Eye】—Kimi? Are you there?"

The night was deep, and from the distant forest came the calls of the black cat and the dew-covered man. It had been a long time since they were supposed to meet up, and Miko had not yet returned.

"I'm leaving." Jianzi looked at the spirit she had been talking to for so long and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Alfia's gaze fell on Miko.

Seeing Zi's strange expression, she said, "Could it be that you're following me?"

"So what?" Alfia pondered for a moment: "Even if you guessed it, it wouldn't change anything. Being rejected by the Celestial Realm, no, having rejected the Celestial Realm, I naturally have no choice."

"Now, you are the only person I can communicate with."

"and……"

The world is yearning for "heroes."

"Didn't they say the Astrea Familia has gained new blood? Let me see these seeds that will become 'heroes'."

"Perhaps, becoming a 'guide' after death wouldn't be bad."

Chapter 98 Cinderella's Glass Slipper

Ora, Southwest Central Plaza.

As the sun gradually sets, Xia Jia, who has been busy all day, strolls down the street carrying a paper bag full of groceries.

As far as the eye could see, adventurers were already returning from the dungeon one after another, entering the guild's gold exchange to exchange for fali.

Shaga glanced at the entrance to the underground city, hoping for the return of a familiar figure.

"They're still not back at this hour? Did they go to the dungeon?"

He thought to himself: Come back soon~ I can't handle this alone!

Shaking her head, Xia Jia continued walking towards the "Abundant Mistress," realizing she would have to continue washing dishes that night.

Above the distant tower, the clock struck four in the afternoon, its chimes ringing out.

The fountain in the central square periodically bursts forth with a magnificent water curtain, bringing comfort to people who have finished their day's work.

At this moment.

A melodious violin tune rang out in the bustling square.

Wearing a white jumpsuit, Kaori Miyazono carried a brown violin on her shoulder. As she pulled the saw, a vibrant and lively melody spread out.

Countless people stopped in their tracks to admire the view.

The performance room...

Tiny starlight rose around the garden, adding a touch of brilliance to the park as night fell.

Passersby who had stopped to watch noticed the unusual physical condition and began whispering among themselves to confirm it:

"Hey, I feel like all the fatigue of the day has disappeared after listening to this music!"

"I feel the same way, and I feel much better!"

"How amazing, is it magic?"

After the violin prelude, a more rhythmic guitar performance begins.

Yui waved her arms, swaying her body to the rhythm, her five fingers sweeping across the strings. An inspiring and unwavering belief in never giving up was conveyed through her music.

Afterwards, Yuki, holding the magic stone megaphone, stood between the two of them, and her clear voice rang out like a lark.

With an indomitable and defiant determination, she sang, word by word:

"Always, in the light, it was a scene that had never existed before yesterday..."

"Following the footsteps all the way..."

……

"The future world you depict will be guided by the skies of the past."

The song "Courage" played on the streets of another world, making Xia Jia feel as if she had been transported to another world.