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

According to Shaja's personal experience, grace can effectively activate a person's potential.

but……

Mystery attracts mystery. When you gaze upon mystery, mystery gazes back upon you.

This is especially true for Shaga.

For the past decade, he had been searching for the mystery but could not obtain it. But once he possessed the mystery, all the unknowns began to gravitate towards him.

Parasyte, National Protection Barrier, Puberty Syndrome, the Underworld Anti-Violence Organization DA, and more...

At this very moment, at the very front of the line, held in the hand of the boy with glasses, was a special envelope emanating an eerie black aura…

"An Yilun also..."

The fact that this guy was here didn't surprise Xia Jia; what surprised him was his current state.

"Ms. Xia Shizi, I really like your work. This is a return gift, please accept it."

Aki Tomoya, in a stiff tone and mechanical, monotonous manner, handed over the envelope that emanated a dark, sinister aura.

The lights in the venue suddenly flickered at that moment.

"power failure?"

Everyone looked up, and Kasumigaoka Utaha, who was engrossed in signing, also looked up, meeting Aki Tomoya's pale glasses reflecting the light.

"Thank you." Kasumigaoka Utaha said softly, gesturing with her eyes for Sonoko to take it.

After receiving autographs or messages of blessing, some fans will also send gifts, such as razor blades. This is not unusual, and most of the time, assistants or editors will accept them on their behalf.

only……

"I'm sorry, but perhaps it's best not to give this away."

Shaka left the group, took two steps forward, grabbed Aki Tomoya's arm, and held down the envelope that was about to be handed out.

The black aura on the envelope stirred abruptly for a moment. The next second, a woman's face, obscured by long hair, rose up from behind Aki Tomoya in a daze, and then disappeared.

Aki Tomoya felt the immense force coming from Shaka's arm, and his pupils behind his glasses moved in an inhuman, pigeon-toed manner.

He slowly withdrew his arm, put the envelope in his pocket, and left the group without saying a word.

Shortly afterward, Xia Jia saw a girl wearing a baseball cap and completely covered in sportswear chasing after the figure.

Beneath the baseball cap, Xia Jia caught a glimpse of a golden hair...

"Hey, are you alright?" The black cat came over and took Xia Jia's hand with concern.

Unlike Dekomori, after awakening her magic and gaining growth in her magical attribute, she could occasionally see strange afterimages. Just now, she had keenly noticed the boy's unusual behavior.

Xia Jia shook his head, plopped down on the autograph table, and joked:

"Ms. Kasumi, I think it's best not to accept gifts from strangers from today onwards."

Seeing that Xia Jia had no intention of cutting in line, the people behind her did not complain, handed over their new papers, and waited for autographs.

Kasumigaoka Utaha took the book, opened it to the first page, wrote her name and blessing, glanced at Natsumi briefly, and said calmly:

"Oh dear, what a rare guest. Arriving with your little girlfriend right away, showing off in front of me, the 'woman you use and discard'? That's not like you, Teacher Descendant."

What do you mean by "use and discard"? Who is it that always steals my inspiration and then sends me away with just two black stockings?

"Let's get down to business. Do you know that guy from earlier?"

"He's probably a junior at school. He even showed his anime at the school festival a while ago, so he's quite famous. Judging from his actions, he's probably sending love letters or something."

Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't take it to heart. As a high-class beauty, she had to deal with too many such cases every day. But after the initial excitement of the start of the school year and getting to know her coldness and sharp tongue, most people would give up.

only……

"I think I shouldn't accept love letters anymore."

Kasumigaoka Utaha remained unmoved, crossing her black-stockinged legs and teasingly remarking:

"What? Jealous? Is this what male possessiveness is like? You have a 'harem,' yet you still boss around women you can't have?"

Xia Jia was taken aback and didn't know how to explain.

Just when the atmosphere was tense.

"Um, um... you're Teacher Descendant, right?"

A low, shy, yet panting sound rang out between the two.

That was a female fan who came up later. She had long, seaweed-like hair, a slender figure, and heavy dark circles under her eyes, giving her an ethereal and fairy-like appearance.

"Please, please, could you use your voice from just now to say that this sow was too smelly to be revived? I was just kidding. Actually, Tomoko's hair smells really good and is very smooth. I love you!"

After saying that, he let out a chuckle.

"..."

Shaga remained silent, but when he saw the girl, her eyes were being swallowed by a mysterious vortex, and she was probably already in the process of losing her sanity.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's lips slowly curled up, and she added fuel to the fire in a low voice, "It's better to agree to her. It would be bad for you to expose your identity as a Descendant here."

They'll probably be overwhelmed by enthusiastic fans.

Xia Jia rolled her eyes at Kasumigaoka Utaha, who seemed to enjoy making things worse, took the recorder from Tomoko's hand, and repeated what she had just said.

Seeing the black cat pull out a recorder with a cool expression, Xia Jia knew that her embarrassing past was about to be added to the list.

Chapter 150 I was completely devastated

"I'm off now, remember to leave me a few autographed copies."

After dealing with the irrational girl, Shaka jumped off the table and left with the rest of the chuunibyou group.

Yuta Togashi asked, puzzled, "Where are we going?"

Xia Jia, with a serious expression, took out his phone from his pocket. The phone's location, belonging to Mai Sakurajima, was moving towards a secluded, deserted alley.

Xia Jia glanced at the group of people who had come with him without even thinking, and said in his usual childish tone:

"Let me show you the mystery!"

This gathering was purposeful. After the two expansions, Floor Master and War Game, most of the junior players had accumulated enough contribution points to invite new players.

But... inviting new players means revealing the mystery. The disrupted timeline, monsters, evil spirits, and the other butterfly effects arising from the perception of the world will all be unavoidable.

This requires newcomers to correctly understand the harshness of the world before deciding whether to delve deeper into it.

Akihabara, West Ward, the old electronics district.

Aki Tomoya walked slowly forward along the street.

The surrounding shops are old-fashioned electronics streets, with glass display stands full of LCD TVs, mobile phones, and video games.

The electronic devices flickered and crackled as Aki Tomoya approached, and in the scene, a woman with black hair covering her face gradually drew closer.

Mai Sakurajima followed behind him, with a blonde girl also following beside her.

The girl hid behind a telephone pole, peeking out with a puzzled look at the boy who was moving steadily ahead.

"What's wrong with that guy? He hasn't spoken for years, and now he's inexplicably sending me an envelope with a blank CD, and today he's giving the same envelope to someone else."

The girl, showing her fangs... never imagined it would be a love letter or anything like that.

Sakurajima Mai watched as the girl slowly approached the boy, her confusion deepening.

"What exactly does Shaka want me to see? A romantic comedy?"

The tailing game continues.

At one point, the blonde girl couldn't hold back any longer and rushed out.

"Hey, Tomoya."

Aki Tomoya stopped and slowly turned around. Beside him, a laptop was flashing its light.

In the video, the faceless woman gets closer and closer, as if she could pop out of the screen at any moment.

“You…, Eriri Sawamura Spencer.”

Aki Tomoya's pupils darted around like a malfunctioning machine, as if searching for information in his brain. A moment later, a slow smile spread across his stiff face.

"You're here, Eriri. Did you play the game I gave you and beat it?"

Seeing Aki Tomoya's expression, Eriri couldn't help but take a step back in fear. As his childhood friend, she was quite certain that Aki Tomoya would never show such an expression.

But because she hadn't spoken for so long, Eriri mentally hypnotized herself:

'Perhaps it's because we haven't been in touch for too long? That's why we're a bit estranged.'

She mustered her courage, stopped, pulled a white envelope from her bosom, and questioned:

"That's what I should be asking you: why did you give me a disc with only one image?"

"?" Aki Tomoya's mind went blank. After fully understanding the meaning of the words, he muttered to himself:

"It failed. It failed. The relationship was incorrect, and the judgment was wrong."

Thinking of this, he suddenly turned around and looked at the laptop next to him. A pale hand had already grasped him through the glass.