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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [16]

The eye of the storm, centered around the Extraterrestrial Flame, swept the Silvermane Guards high into the air, narrowly saving them from the fiery ring that scorched everything below.

Just seconds more and they would have been consumed in the blaze, leaving them dazed and struggling to be...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [15]

The Rift’s flame-beast—or more accurately, a creature of Extraterrestrial Flame.

Just by existing, these monsters spread scorching flames across the battlefield, making them some of the Silvermane Guards’ most troublesome enemies.

Though they weren’t impossible to defeat, subd...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [14]

The outskirts of Belobog, at night.

“Silvermane Guards, charge with me! We cannot let a single monster through our line!”

“Yes, sir!”

Urgent footsteps shattered the silence of the night, a battalion charging forward in response to the young commander’s rallying cry as ...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [13]

“You know, I found a good venue for your next performance, just like you asked me to.”

Pela took a sip of her tea, speaking with a measured calm.

“It’s close by, at the Goethe Hotel. The event is on a rest day, so it’s bound to draw a crowd.”

Since she had once been ...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [12]

After dishing out their portions, Pela and Venti enjoyed a quiet meal. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable—it was peaceful.

It wasn’t their first time eating food that wasn’t common in the higher district. Pela, having grown up with a famous adventurer as her mother, had always been ex...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [11]

“‘Eh heh’ my foot! Do you even realize how late you are—?!”

“Sorry, sorry! I just got a little lost on the road of life.”

Hearing his excuse, the girl, already well-acquainted with his personality, couldn’t help but want to sock him.

Here was this talented storyt...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [10]

It had been 2 hours and 34 minutes since Venti left the Robot Settlement and reached the Upper District.

It was now evening, and dusk’s light was slowly retreating from the city, draining the brilliance from this city of Preservation. Dark shadows crept out from the corners of buildings, ...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [9]

“Oh, so that’s how this was going to play out.” Venti sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. “I always thought I had that ‘crowd-pleasing’ charm, but I guess that doesn’t work on machines. I’m seriously crushed!”

Predictably, Svarog didn’t take the bait. Thanks to...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [8]

After arriving at the Robot Settlement…

Unlike the dark, silent Rivet Town, this place was bright and bustling, thanks to the energy cores used for heating. Still, it was only a slight improvement.

Above them, the sky was as black as ever, filled with enormous gray gears and faintly...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [7]

Hearing Venti bring up this issue, Clara’s expression turned somber.

“Mr. Svarog insists on following his calculations, so he won’t agree to open the transport channels. He says that doing so would only lead to a sudden flood of homeless people from the Lower District overwhelming the...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [6]

“Sister Venti, do you need some parts to trade for wine? Clara found everything she needed today, so if you’d like…”

Clara took out her small backpack, filled with the fruits of her labor for the day. Her generosity left Venti feeling a bit guilty.

The brief awkward silence mu...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [5]

“Mm—!”

Clearly, his words struck a deep chord, so much so that even Venti was a bit surprised by the effect.

Seele’s previous confusion had vanished, replaced by a fierce, steely expression.

“Tell me, how do I create a miracle!”

“You seem to trust me quite a ...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [4]

Wildfire.

What was Wildfire?

In Natasha’s words, they were the Silvermane Guards of the Lower District, though with a warmer touch.

In other words, they were a grassroots, volunteer organization.

Of course, considering the management challenges, it was clear tha...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [3]

After a warm exchange, or rather after Natasha’s “professional habits” had run their course, she brought up business.

"Now, about that request from last time. Did you manage to gather any information, Venti?"

"Oh, that esteemed dictator of ours? I’m afraid the situation is wor...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [2]

Venti was Venti, and yet he wasn’t.

Before arriving here, he had another name and an ordinary background.

He wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about the god Barbatos, but he could speak a little on the subject and was even fortunate enough to receive a gift from him, granting him ...

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Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [1]

"Once, there was a glorious kingdom established among the heavens."

In the central square of Belobog, a bard stood serenely in front of the Eternal Winter Monument, playing and singing in a calm, lilting voice.

"From that kingdom came ...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [30]

As soon as Suguru Geto heard the news, he rushed over without stopping.

And right away, he ran into Baobhan Sith, who was casually munching on an apple.

"Rushing like that—you might just keel over from lack of oxygen."

Baobhan Sith blocked his path, speaking in an almost indif...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [29]

The surroundings began to waver and blur.

The vibrant green grass, the sparkling pond, the flowing stream from the artificial mountain, the Japanese house surrounded by bamboo—all of it was like a rainbow-hued bubble bursting, like a shattered window separating dream from reality.

B...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [28]

In a sudden movement, the masked figure appeared in midair behind Baobhan Sith, a sharp dagger poised in its hand.

By the time Baobhan Sith sensed its approach, the blade was only a fist’s width from her pale neck.

But that mere distance was a chasm it could never cross.

To th...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [27]

The masked figure stood before Baobhan Sith, head lowered and silent. An ordinary person might’ve been terrified, knowing this figure could slip so close without a sound—and could just as easily take their life in the same silence.

But Baobhan Sith was not easily scared. If this person ...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [26]

It was an old, abandoned shrine built halfway up a mountainside.

There were barely any signs of modern civilization here, and the long stone steps were littered with fallen leaves, untouched by human hands.

No trace of recent human touch could be seen; instead, nature’s presence was...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [25]

“Da Vinci, exactly how many times have I had to step in for schoolyard bullying now?”

Baobhan Sith walked further into the alley, having hypnotized the five delinquents and sent them home. By the time they got back, they’d remember nothing about the bullying.

“That makes e...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [24]

In the shadowed alley where sunlight never reached, darkness lay entrenched, hard to dispel.

Even in one of the world’s safest countries, crime existed. In a place like Japan, it thrived in hidden corners.

Bullying, catcalling, abductions, black-market deals… all too common in the...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [23]

“Star Vessel incident resolved flawlessly. Hmph, as expected of me.”

Baobhan Sith sat smugly on the sofa, marking a small check in her notebook.

Unlike most protagonists in novels, Baobhan Sith hadn’t found herself saddled with some annoying system issuing mandatory tasks. No ...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [22]

After taking on the task of guarding the Star Vessel, Gojo Satoru had a private discussion with Suguru Geto.

“If that little kid refuses to undergo assimilation,” Gojo said under the tree shade, his gaze unwavering. “Then she won’t be forced to do it.”

“Is that really okay...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [21]

So!” Baobhan Sith’s voice boomed across the room as she slammed her hand against the blackboard. Dressed in her usual red dress, she stood at the podium, glaring at her audience of two with an exasperated, almost disappointed look.

“You two are the worst students I’v...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [20]

Gasp!

Suguru jolted upright, his body soaked in sweat as though he’d just been pulled from the depths of a lake. Droplets fell from his hair, hitting the floor beneath him, their faint sound masked by his heavy breathing.

Every nerve seemed to carry a ghostly pain—phantom...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [19]

“Geto—!”

Gojo’s eyes widened in shock, but with Geto’s life in her hands, he couldn’t make a move.

Even Riko’s maid and Riko Amanai herself had frozen in place, legs trembling as the lingering brush of death held them rooted to the spot. Watching Geto so helplessly caugh...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [18]

Tokyo Jujutsu High was built halfway up the mountainside, accessible only by a long mountain trail.

Red torii gates lined the trail, one after another with only a few steps between them.

In mythology, torii gates marked the threshold between realms. Legend said that passing through a ...

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I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [17]

“Humans really are creatures that will never stop amusing me—arrogant, self-centered, naive, full of themselves, foolish, short-sighted, blind. They’re unable to see the skies above the mountain or the abyss at their feet. Give them the smallest taste of sweetness, and they’ll accept it a...

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