Time always passes quickly when busy.
Haru sat at his workstation drawing more than ten drafts, finalized the initial designs for the male and female protagonists with the other two members of Principle Studio, and then it was time to get off work.
But Bronya seemed to be getting into the discussion and didn't want to let people go, pulling him and Qingque to work overtime.
By the time Haru returned to the Elysian Realm in Nagazora City, night had already fallen deep.
"Almost eight o'clock. Although overtime is normal for internet companies, I really didn't expect to work overtime on my first day."
Haru sighed and looked up at the sky.
The moonlight was like water, bright as a silver plate, its cool and gentle radiance shining on his thoughtful face.
Unlike when she was still a flat duck in the past, after growing into Bronya, her emotions had become much richer, but the girl's career ambition had also become much stronger.
"Girls really change dramatically. In my memory, Bronya was still a emotionless loli who spoke with a milky voice, but in this timeline, not only has her figure caught up to Kiana's, her personality also has some of Mei's assertiveness."
"Although my feelings are somewhat complex... it feels pretty good."
Haru listened to the cicadas chirping in the treetops, a trace of vicissitudes flashing in his deep eyes.
In the loops controlled by the Cocoon of Finality, even if the Valkyries had any changes, they would be reset to their original state in the next loop, while he had to repeat the meeting process over and over, leading the Valkyries against Honkai with almost no hope of victory.
Once or twice was fine, but with too many loops, people inevitably became numb.
Even though Haru could maintain his mindset with the Valkyries' companionship, sometimes he would fall into confusion, feeling like Sisyphus from Greek mythology - although alive, seemingly more miserable than death.
Moreover, could someone trapped in a time loop unable to reach an ending really be considered alive?
This philosophical question that had troubled him for so long surfaced in Haru's heart, then he smiled freely at the starry sky.
He no longer needed to think about this question. If the loops woven by the Cocoon of Finality were considered a dream, he had now awakened from that dream and returned to conscious reality.
Although time would only flow toward the future from now on, and life could never be restarted...
Haru could finally live like an ordinary person, fulfill his promise of growing old together with his beloved, without experiencing the pain of being forgotten again.
"Speaking of which, Bronya has become more charming after becoming Bronya..."
"If I hadn't met Elysia first, I would definitely have been attracted to Bronya after joining Principle Studio, developing thoughts of insubordination toward my superior."
After all, he had tasted the flat duck's flavor in the loops. If he could be with Bronya, he would have the fortune of experiencing the girl's transformation from loli to mature woman...
Flirting with Bronya while thinking about how she looked as a child - that feeling would definitely be exciting.
Unfortunately, he was already taken!
Haru touched the ring on his left hand, a slight smile curving his lips.
Because of his past ambiguous relationship with Bronya, saying he was completely unmoved by Bronya would definitely be false.
Even saints said that food and sex are human nature.
It was natural for men to like beautiful girls - there was nothing wrong with admitting it.
But his fondness for Bronya would only remain at pure appreciation, never crossing that line...
Because Haru had already proposed to Elysia. That pink fairy lady was his true love in this timeline, his companion for the rest of his life.
"As a gentleman who believes in pure love, I would never do anything to betray Elysia!"
Haru thought firmly in his heart, reaching out to open the front door.
Although he had secretly drawn NTR doujinshi before, that was just to infiltrate enemy territory and didn't affect his identity as a pure love war god.
"Elysia, I'm back."
After changing shoes in the entryway, Haru looked around the empty living room, his gaze finally locking on the brightly lit kitchen.
The girl seemed to hear the sound and poked out a slightly baby-faced little head from the kitchen, then her pink-blue eyes flashed with surprised light.
"Ah, Haru, you're back at just the right time~"
"Miss Fairy's carefully prepared dinner just came out of the oven. Come taste it quickly!"
"Oh? Then I must have a good taste."
Haru raised his eyebrows and walked toward the girl with some curiosity.
Because Haru's cooking skills were good, he usually did the cooking, but sometimes when he came back late from overtime, Elysia would also take initiative to cook.
Although Elysia's cooking level couldn't compare to his at all...
But the moment the girl was willing to cook for him, Haru had already won!
"I wonder what dishes Miss Pink Fairy made tonight?"
Haru walked into the kitchen with a smile, sniffed with his nose, then looked somewhat puzzled at the stew pot on the stove.
There was a very strong spice smell. Even with his mastery of multiple cuisines, he couldn't immediately identify what Elysia was cooking.
"Hehe, this is a foreign dish I made by perfectly following the steps from a high-view food video. The finished product shouldn't be too bad."
Elysia, wearing an apron, smiled proudly, even wearing a white headscarf, looking like a cute little cook.
"Foreign cuisine? Interesting, let me see which country's cuisine this is..."
Haru eagerly lifted the pot lid and glanced inside, then his words stopped abruptly.
Looking at the yellow-brown paste-like substance churning in the stew pot, that diarrhea-like thing made him fall silent, his facial expression gradually becoming difficult to maintain.
"Elysia, you made Indian food?"
"That's right. Cooking a bunch of ingredients into this sticky paste wasn't easy, but since that food video was so popular, it must be a dish many people like to eat."
Elysia blinked her beautiful eyes, her innocent expression leaving Haru not knowing what to say.
"I think many people watching Indian food videos doesn't mean they actually want to eat Indian food."
Haru rubbed his brow, his tone somewhat helpless.
From his perspective, Indian cuisine was a very bizarre existence.
Chefs from countries around the world were all pursuing how to make food more delicious, but only Indian chefs were taking a different path, researching how to make food easier to digest, or simply making food directly into post-digestion shape, ensuring that whatever customers ate in, they'd excrete the same way.
This seemed extremely outrageous to people from other countries.
And as a chef, Haru frowned tightly in front of this pot of yellow-brown sticky substance, somewhat unwilling to admit this thing could be called food.
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