Kimura Momo maintained a smile throughout, standing quietly until Shirakawa Natsu fell into thought before slowly speaking: “Mr. Natsu, I’m sorry for causing you to have any misunderstandings about me. Is there anything else I can do to answer your questions?”

Shirakawa Natsu was speechless. Everything was perfect, and it seemed that she was the one who was being unreasonable.

He noticed that the two security guards’ expressions began to change, as if they couldn’t understand why he would think such a gentle, humble beauty was a stalker.

Shirakawa Natsumi had no doubt that she had been labeled as having excessive consciousness and being a delusional person.

Under this pressure, he quickly calmed down and did not rush to defend himself.

He began to think about everything that had happened after he met Kimura Momo.

Could this be Kimura Momo’s purpose—to destroy his spirit step by step? Otherwise, there’s no way to explain why she meticulously planned all of this.

Shirakawa Natsu suddenly smiled, bowed slightly to Kimura Mōyō, and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Mr. Kimura. Because we are childhood sweethearts and engaged, and because I happened to see you next to my rented room today, I couldn’t help but think the worst. I was being petty and judging you by my own standards. I hope I haven’t caused you any trouble. I will come to apologize in person later.”

After he finished speaking, he kept his smile and stared at her expression. “I’m the one with the yellow hair. Since you want to play games, let’s see who breaks down first.”

Although the two security guards tried their best to conceal it, their eyes suddenly became strange. They lowered their heads and occasionally stole glances at Kimura Momo.

Kimura Momo’s expression remained unchanged, and her voice was still as pleasant as a spring breeze: “So it was a misunderstanding. It seems I need to be more careful.”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and said to the two security guards, “I’m sorry to have made you two come all this way because of me. I’m sorry for the trouble.”

“No need, serving the homeowners is our duty.” The two bowed to Kimura Momo.

Shirakawa Natsumi wondered if it was just her imagination, but the two security guards seemed to be looking at Kimura Momo with even more fervor.

After the two security guards left, Kimura Momo bowed to Shirakawa Natsu and said, “Mr. Natsu, please take care of me in the future.”

“Hmm.” Bai Chuanxia nodded. He had originally planned to wait for her to break down before seizing the opportunity, but her cunning was deeper than he had imagined. This further confirmed Bai Chuanxia’s guess that this girl definitely had a problem.

He opened the door and, in the instant it closed, caught a glimpse of Kimura Momo’s expression through the crack.

She remained as gentle and refined as jade, as if it were all just an accident.

Kimura Momo returned to her room, turned on the light, and kept smiling. Her coat slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor, followed by her top, pants, shoes, and underwear.

When she arrived at the study, she was completely naked, her exquisite skin appearing almost transparent under the light.

The study’s four walls are neatly lined with books, and the windows are blocked, allowing only a faint ray of light to filter in.

The light shone on these books, revealing varying degrees of newness and age; some were slightly curled and yellowed, while others were straight and brand new.

All the books were neatly arranged and categorized, giving one the feeling of traveling through time.

Kimura Momo sat at her desk in the middle of the room, turned off the desk lamp, and the daylight illuminated the desk.

The table was covered with photos, all featuring the same person: Shirakawa Natsu.

Kimura Momo gently picked up a notebook from the side; it was half full of neat handwriting.

Pick up your pen and turn to the latest page.

“On May 16th, when he realized the danger…”

She wrote down everything about Shirakawa Natsu’s performance that day and then put a final period to it.

I checked it one more time before closing the laptop.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter, and her voice held a uniquely feminine charm: “Mr. Xia is indeed very interesting~ What experiment will we conduct next?”

Just then, her phone rang. When she answered, a young man’s voice came through: “Ms. Kimura, hello. The commission for the room you entrusted us to rent out has been deducted and transferred to your account. If you still need to rent out rooms, please let us continue to serve you.”

“Thank you.” Kimura Momo hung up the phone with a smile.

Of course, Miyuki didn’t just happen to find the room next to hers.

It was Kimura Momo who learned that she was looking for an apartment.

They bought a vacant apartment next door and then, through a real estate agency, naturally rented it to Miyuki.

Back in his room, Shirakawa Natsumi was still preoccupied with Kimura Momo.

He didn’t believe such a coincidence could exist, but after thinking it over, her most likely purpose was to seek revenge for having her childhood sweetheart stolen away.

“Are they trying to kill me step by step?” Shirakawa Natsu leaned back on the sofa. He had been tense the whole time, but now that he relaxed, a wave of drowsiness washed over him. He just wanted to close his eyes for a while and soon fell asleep.

He heard a commotion on the sofa below, and slowly opened his eyes. It was Miyuki, holding a book in her hands and crossing her legs.

“When did you get back?” Shirakawa Natsu covered her forehead with her hand. She was weak and her body ached all over because she wasn’t in a good position on the sofa.

Upon hearing the voice, Mi no Shiki didn’t even look up: “I’ve been back for a long time.”

“What are you looking at so intently?” Shirakawa Natsu leaned closer. The book in Miyuki’s hand was small, with a cover featuring a shadowy style, and it seemed to be a horror novel.

“The Terrifying Black Hole is a pretty good new type of horror novel.” Mikoto casually tossed the book to him: “It’s a pity that this type of novel is too niche. Something of the same genre would be better.”

Shirakawa Natsu curiously took it and casually flipped through it. It already had the prototype of a Cthulhu-like framework from her previous life, and it had already shown elements of mutation, tentacles, and distortion: “I didn’t expect you to like this kind of story.”

“Mysterious, unknown.” Mikoto took the novel back. “It’s quite novel.”

“It’s not actually that mysterious,” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. “You can change the perspective and replace the monsters in the story with humans, and have the protagonist see things from the perspective of an ant. Then the whole story will no longer be mysterious.”

“Hmm?” Miyuki turned her head, casting a curious glance.

“If ants had consciousness, one day they would discover that their companions had gone to faraway places to forage for food, but had all been burned to death,” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. “So the ants would form a circle, pick out pieces of food, arrange them in a circle, then in a triangle, and then attract the little boy’s attention. From the ants’ perspective, they would be using a special ritual to summon the gods.”

“…” Miyuki’s lips twitched; she didn’t want to share books with Shirakawa Natsu anymore.

Shirakawa Natsu shrugged: “Like those stories about falling in love with monsters, monsters and humans are different races, and their understanding is completely different. How could they possibly fall in love with each other?”

Miyu glanced at him sideways, then ignored him and started flipping through the book again.

Shirakawa Natsu sat for a while, picked up his drawing board from the side, and began to draw quickly. After being discharged from the hospital, he slowed down the release speed of his comics and updated them weekly, just like other comic artists.

It has evolved from initially wanting to use comics to make the world feel pain to making money while making the world feel pain.

When he slowed down, the entire industry breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone was afraid of comparing themselves to others; when the “King of Rolls” stopped, everyone gradually began to give up.

Inspired by Miyuki today, he decided to use his spare time to earn some extra money.

After a moment’s thought, his paintbrush danced swiftly across the paper, and new life was born from his hands.

Hearing the swishing sound, Miyuki curiously approached, looked at the canvas, and her expression gradually became strange: “What are you drawing?”

“The Cthulhu mythos, the radical for ‘hand’ in the character, is the verb ‘to masturbate’,” Shirakawa Natsu laughed. “It was the novel you were just reading that inspired me.”

The artwork depicts a dark-skinned animal-eared girl who can constantly change her form, from a dark-skinned loli to a dark-skinned mature woman.

“This is called the Hound of Tindaros. In the story, an investigator took something he shouldn’t have, and she chased him across time. This black-skinned beast-eared girl will appear in this investigator’s timeline, attacking and humiliating him at different ages. What a terrifying creature.”

He turned to a page of the drawing, which depicted a boy who was not yet ten years old being tormented by a mature, dark-skinned, beast-eared face holding a prop.

Further on, there’s an eighty-year-old investigator who is mercilessly bullied by a dark-skinned loli with animal ears.

“It’s terrifying, isn’t it? Once you get involved with such a creature, you’ll never be able to escape it in your entire life.” Shirakawa Natsu shook her head.

Mi no Shiki remained expressionless.

“There’s something even more terrifying.” Shirakawa Natsu turned to another page, where the female creature didn’t even have a human appearance.

It was entirely sky blue, with a jellyfish-like head and two feathered wings on its head, yet it had a human-like slender waist and long, human-like legs, seemingly wearing black stockings, and its body was wrapped in golden ribbons and a lace dress.

“Humans captured by this terrifying creature will completely lose their dignity as human beings. Apart from playing on their phones and eating, they will be forced to appease this monster and their species every day.”

Despite not wanting to speak, Miyuki couldn’t help but ask, “Why can I play on my phone?”

“Monsters aren’t capitalists, so how can they do things that kill the goose that lays the golden eggs?” Shirakawa Natsu shrugged. “In order to better reproduce the species, of course we have to consider the mental well-being of these exploited people. Isn’t that terrifying?”

Miyuki closed the book; she didn’t want to read any more: “This kind of comic can’t be published.”

“It’s okay, I’ll just change my identity to a master craftsman and sell my books.” Shirakawa Natsumi said confidently, “Making money is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Go to sleep.” Mi Zhi Shi glanced at him sideways, stood up, and turned to go back to her room.

Shirakawa Natsu painted for a long time until she felt sleepy, then put down her easel and went to her room to sleep.

After starting to create new works, I exercise at home for half an hour every morning. As long as I don’t go out, I’m not afraid of being followed.

The Cthulhu mythos became an instant hit online, different worlds, the same perversion.

Shirakawa Natsumi made a fortune, but of course, he was unaware that the title of “Master Craftsman” had led to a rapid increase in his fame, and his works were being over-interpreted.

At this point, he finally received an admission invitation from the University of Tokyo.

He fell into deep thought when he saw the literature major.

What exactly is Kimura Momo trying to do?