RedMoon

I will do my best to make every chapter count!

Every journey has an end.

Sorry, "several" might not have been the best choice earlier—Richter has already taken down most of the kidnappers. But there's still a tough fight ahead, so let's wait and see!

Resonance: When frequencies align, they resonate with each other. I was alone in the vast darkness, illuminated by a single light. Under it, I danced alone, pouring my entire being into each movement. Every breath, every gesture was a desperate struggle, a furious effort to rise and whirl, embodying the frantic fight for survival. Air currents sliced across my skin, brushing against every tiny hair, while my center of gravity shifted with each new pose. There was an unstoppable, cri

A strict teacher creates great students!

Taking care of two teenage girls must be exhausting. But I believe that once you get through this stage, everything will go smoothly—at least, that's what I've heard! I wish I had ears and a tail I could move—or better yet, if the whole world had them. That would be adorable.

Phantom: That... was something that had gazed back from the abyss. "Oww!" Luther let out a yelp as I jabbed the blood drawn needle into his forearm. "Don't be so dramatic." The green ring at the top of the blood collection tube lit up, indicating we had enough of a sample. "Quit acting like a puppy." I removed the glass tube and gave it a quick shake to mix the sample with the anticoagulant. "You just suck at this!" Luther grumbled, frowning as he used his willpower to close th

Since the next section belongs to a future chapter, I’m sorry, but the answer will have to wait until the day after tomorrow. Please allow me to keep the suspense, as some aspects of the worldbuilding need to be explained in the upcoming chapters first.

Yes, they were knocked out.

Thank you so much for the praise! I will do my best to continue sharing stories of the same quality with everyone!

"...Two thousand years have passed, and yet the off-target effects of gene editing tools remain unresolved. The most advanced technology we have today is the Federation's nanodrone system, but even that requires an original template to function," Master Faurik paced slowly back and forth on the podium, his tail swaying with each step. "This is yet another piece of evidence that reveals to us just how profound and unfathomable the mysteries of Rationalism truly are, far beyond the scope of our un

They always grow so fast!

We eagerly await!

Thank you!

Feel free to make bold guesses! We'll soon see that gift make its appearance.

As the dawn broke over the distant horizon, a series of crimson hues painted the sky, blending gradually into the blue as they stretched upwards. High above, where the clouds intercepted the golden rays, the light refracted through ice crystals, creating a faintly visible halo of seven radiant colors. I hung from the metal rod protruding from the balcony, taking in the stunning view. It would be too bright soon, so I let go with my left hand, retrieving a pair of dark-tinted goggles from my

Sorry for keeping the truth about "they/them" under wraps for so long. In reality, knowing this group's purpose and other details won’t significantly impact the plot. So if you’re really eager to find out in advance, feel free to leave a comment below, and I can explain it now. However, for the sake of narrative consistency, Richter will still need some time before he discovers who "they/them" really are. Qana is aware of the true nature of "they/them" as well as certain truths about Richter, which is why he doesn’t want them to come into contact. Even though Qana fully understands that this effort is futile (since the plot will inevitably lead Richter to encounter "they/them" in the end), he still tries his best to prevent it. Because of this, whenever Richter shows interest in "they/them," Qana becomes unusually irritable, making Richter hesitant to ask further questions.

The icy, bone-chilling pain jolted me awake. I sat up abruptly, gasping for breath. Instinctively, I touched my right shoulder and found the wound had healed. There wasn't even a scar or any sign of tissue regrowth on my skin. Only the severed fur and the gaping tear in my snow jacket served as proof that a broad sword had once sliced through there. "Is it really necessary to make such a mess every time?" I flexed the joints in my right hand, making sure there were no lingering effects

I believe Richter would like that, and I’m sure that if there were a blue-eyed, white-furred, two-meter-tall wolf with biceps the size of bowling balls in the role of Master Po, he would agree as well.

Richter still has a long way to go before becoming the Empire's Premier Swordsman.

Air Conditioning and Barbarians: Sealing all the doors and windows can lead to more than just poor air circulation. I exhaled slowly, watching my breath condense into a cloud of white mist, and then shivered. I hate cold weather. A layer of white crystals coated the scattered stones around me, and the tips of the vegetation were adorned with various rime ice. This year's negative Arctic Oscillation was particularly strong, making the winter much colder, with the first snow

I suppose I'm more afraid of sharing the same mindset as those who wish to harm me than of ceasing to exist. When I'm forced to take extreme measures to protect myself, would I go through with it? Probably. (Interestingly, my chances of testing this hypothesis seem to be increasing.) Because I have no other choice—or at least, I think I don’t. But then again, doesn't everyone believe they have no other choice? Richter never denied the legitimacy and necessity of self-defense. There are times when eliminating the opposition entirely is the only viable solution—after all, he has done just that. But he merely suggested that, regardless of whether it is hypocritical or whether it makes any difference in the grand scheme of things, acknowledging that such actions still cause harm to others is important. Even if, by some moral standards, those people "deserve" it.

Perhaps the only reasonable course of action is to stop it before the point of no return. Remember that we have power—raise your voices while there is still a chance to speak.

Thank you for your compliment! I'll keep working hard to maintain my usual standard! I'm fortunate to have the ability to successfully depict the images in my mind, and I hope to share these feelings with even more people!

Richter accepted that he was someone who could be loved—it had been a difficult journey.