Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Makoto Haramura then cast aside his last shred of hesitation, walked straight forward, and unhesitatingly opened the last door located deep in the corridor.

"Snapped--"

The door to the Japanese-style room was pulled open, and the person sitting on the tatami mat made his pupils tremble slightly.

It was a little girl with silver hair and golden eyes, two things on her head that looked like demon horns, who looked to be no more than ten years old. She was wearing a black kimono with blue trim and looked exceptionally delicate and cute.

"You are--"

Memories that had been buried for nearly decades seemed to be directly touched, and some things that had been completely forgotten seemed to be coming back to mind.

The little girl sitting cross-legged on the tatami in front of him also overlapped with the memories in his brain.

"Heh, looks like you know me."

Using this somewhat strange verbal tic, the silver-haired loli opened the fan she was holding in her palm and held it in front of her lips.

"Well, it's not surprising that you remember me."

"After all, you're someone we brought from that magical world."

"Snapped--"

The silver-haired loli closed the folding fan she had just opened, tapped it gently in her palm, and slowly stood up, arms crossed, looking at Haramura Makoto with an air of confidence:

"Well then, let's introduce ourselves."

"I am the strongest Celestial Spirit who controls the sun and the night, the White Demon."

Chapter 037 The Little Garden Was Destroyed

He had a strong impression of this little girl.

Because this guy is a character from anime he knew in his previous life.

He vaguely remembered that his college roommate was the so-called anime otaku. Although he wasn't very interested in anime, he would sometimes sit with him and watch it when he was bored.

And this little girl seems to be from one of the anime he once watched.

"However, White Demon..."

"White Demon..."

"The Star Spirits of the Sun and the White Night..."

The impression in his mind became more and more profound, and his memory seemed to become clearer and clearer. At this moment, a word came to his lips.

"Hakoba?"

"Oh hoo!"

The loli, who was called the White Demon, raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard Makoto Haramura call out that term.

"It seems you've remembered, but it's this that you recall, not the name of the work?"

"Even if we bring you in, it seems unlikely you'll have any foresight?"

"I only remember the name of the anime that described you, and it seems pretty strange."

Perhaps it was because of a somewhat familiar relationship, even if that familiarity was rather far-fetched, but it did make Makoto Haramura relax a bit.

"Ah, you said this."

Hearing Haramura Makoto say this, Shiroyasha nodded in agreement and gestured for Haramura Makoto to sit down.

"When I first heard about it, I did think the name was strange."

"But in a sense, it does fit our world."

With a gentle wave of his folding fan, two steaming cups of green tea appeared directly on the table.

"Although it is merely a product of my power and not a physical object, please use it anyway."

"Ok!"

He picked up his teacup and took a sip, but Haramura Makoto's mind was not on it at all.

This was still quite strange for him, even though his ability to travel between worlds was already fantastical enough.

But the appearance of the White Yaksha still gave me a sense of surprise.

"In that case, I have a question to ask."

"of course."

"Since I brought you here, it's to resolve the doubts you've raised."

White Yaksha nodded in agreement.

"I'll tell you anything I can."

"Ok!"

"In that case, the first question..."

Gently placing the teacup on the table, Makoto Haramura straightened his back without anyone noticing, and his voice became even more serious.

“I heard you clearly just now. If I remember correctly, you should have said that I was brought into this world by you, right?”

"Can you tell me why?"

"Or rather, why did they choose me?"

"Oh, it seems you don't want to complain to me about bringing you into this strange world."

White Yaksha seemed a little surprised, and his tone also conveyed a sense of astonishment.

"Well, I'm not a heartless guy either."

"No matter what, my death was my own choice."

"You brought this world to me, but I should thank you even more for giving me a second life."

Makoto Haramura shrugged his shoulders, speaking quite frankly.

His life was originally very casual; he basically lived as he pleased.

His parents died early, and he grew up with his grandparents.

Despite this, he was not poor, as his parents had left him enough inheritance to live on for a lifetime, and his grandparents had a fairly substantial pension.

Therefore, from childhood to university, we learn, make friends, go to college, and fall in love.

Initially, his life was no different from that of any other ordinary child, but after he turned twenty-five and his grandfather passed away, his life began to change.

Enough wealth to live on for a lifetime.

The only family member I cared about passed away.

There was no lover worth his effort, no one with whom he wanted to start a family.

This carefree and aimless life left him feeling an endless emptiness, so he began to instinctively pursue things that could give him excitement and make his adrenaline surge.

Scuba diving, backcountry skiing, bungee jumping, skydiving, rock climbing...

He became genuinely captivated by the feeling of repeatedly brushing past death.

And his ample financial resources also allow him to continue in this way.

But how could problems not arise from engaging in this kind of exercise for a long time?

Finally, when he was twenty-eight years old, during a rock climbing session, his piton came loose, and he fell directly into a bottomless abyss.

Therefore, he doesn't complain about anything.

This outcome was the result of his own choices, and Shiroyasha gave him a second chance. He truly felt only gratitude towards Shiroyasha.

"That's right!"

"You're not so unreasonable, kid."

Waving his folding fan, White Yaksha seemed to be about to laugh.

"In that case, I'll answer your question."

"The reason for choosing you is very simple."

"You should have already noticed that your body has an unusual strength."

"Yes, not only in this world, but also in that world of the primordial land."

Haramura Makoto's attitude became even more serious as he went straight to the point.

That's right!

Just as the White Demon said, his physical strength was not merely a manifestation of his power in this world.

In fact, in his original world, his athletic ability was also exceptionally good.

Before being exposed to so many extreme sports, he had never touched any sports, but in just three years, he mastered almost all of them.

Moreover, they all displayed extremely high talent, which often amazed even their coaches.

"To be honest, you weren't originally a native of the Land of Beginning."

"You are the one I brought out when the Little Garden was destroyed."

"It's just that I was completely exhausted at that time, and I had no strength left to communicate with you in the Land of Beginning."

"Otherwise, why do you think your physical fitness is so strong?"

In an instant, an even larger amount of information flowed directly from White Demon's mouth. Even Makoto Haramura, who had experienced so much, was slightly overwhelmed by the information.

He truly hadn't expected that he would be a second time traveler.

This is truly unexpected, but only in this way can his abnormal behavior be explained.

"Huh? Wait a minute?"

He picked up the important points that he had completely forgotten.

You're saying the miniature garden was destroyed?

"Although I haven't read it, I remember my classmate saying that the author of your book was a eunuch, and that he didn't seem to have written the later part of the story."

Chapter 038 The goal is to rebuild the sandbox garden.

He remembers it quite clearly; his classmate complained for a long time back then.

But what did this little girl say?

Has the sand garden been completely destroyed?

What's going on? Logically speaking, the protagonist of the miniature garden is supposed to fight for the rise of their community, right? If this place, which is like the main stage, is destroyed, then the main storyline is gone, isn't it?

How could such a place be destroyed? It doesn't make sense.

"Yes, but that's just how it is."

"We did indeed fall into those guys' trap. We lost all sovereignty over the sun, only to return to the central hub of the miniature garden in the end, leaving that destroyed world with our last legacy."

Their home was destroyed, and everything they loved vanished into thin air.

The White Demon is far from being as indifferent as she appears. Even though so much time has passed, it hasn't erased the resentment in her heart.

"So, you're essentially the only spark of hope that we brought out to create this little garden."

"Therefore, it's not that I'm choosing you, it's that you're the only choice I have."

"So that's it."

Makoto Haramura nodded again, and all his biggest questions were answered.

"So, the second question."

"Why did it take you so long to appear after you came into this world?"

"Since you said you had the ability to save me from falling off the cliff, it means your strength should have been restored, right?"

"Furthermore, if the ring is a medium, why did Shokuhou give it to me instead of keeping it on my person all this time?"

"Hooho-"

"They're very good at grasping the crux of the problem."