Can someone in MyGo stay in an adventure group forever?

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【Wait, someone's coming, I'm logging off now.】

Hmph, trying to escape? Lightning—

"Ah, you're awake?"

A pink head suddenly popped out of his field of vision, its gray eyes filled with surprise.

Where did that pink milk dragon come from? (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

"This is... a hospital?" Koshimura glanced at his hospital gown, forced himself to sit up, and looked around at the pristine white walls. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Yeah, about eight or nine hours," Chihaya Aine counted on her fingers. "Yesterday was really scary! You suddenly fainted, and that awful place... you know, that cave, after you killed that dragon, it just vanished in a flash! Then we ended up in that alley near the airport, thankfully there wasn't much of a crowd there... I quickly called an ambulance... and the ambulance arrived with its siren blaring..."

She paused, as if just remembering something important, a smile mixed with gratitude and embarrassment spreading across her face. She stood up from the chair beside the hospital bed and bowed deeply. "Um, yesterday... I'm so, so grateful! If it weren't for you..."

"It was just a small favor." Koshimura Sawa found that his voice wasn't as hoarse as he had imagined. "Besides, I was there at the time. Protecting you was also protecting myself."

"But you really did save me, there's no denying that, right?" The girl's smile grew even brighter, revealing her cute little fangs. "By the way, my name is Chihaya Aine, what's yours?"

"Yuecunze".

"Koshimura...that sounds really cool!"

I have a feeling I'm about to be nicknamed a god.

Shouldn't my surname be Yue?

Sigh, they've become a rather rare group of people.

Koshimura's gaze involuntarily drifted to the pair of pink dragon horns on Chihaya Aine's head, and the large tail behind her that was swaying unconsciously.

Chihaya Aine noticed his gaze, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she shyly raised her hand to touch her horn: "Um... I don't know how to put these horns and tail back in, it seems like I can only leave them like this for now..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until she finally lowered her head silently, her tail curling up shyly behind her.

Cute.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open, and a middle-aged male doctor in a white coat with a serious expression walked in carrying a splint.

"Ah, doctor, over here, over here." Chihaya Aine quickly raised her hand and made way for the patient. "The patient has just woken up."

"Ah."

The doctor glanced at Yuecunze, walked to the foot of the bed, and picked up the medical record hanging on the hook.

"Tsk, this...sigh." The doctor clicked his tongue and couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong? Is it serious?" Chihaya Aine immediately became anxious. "Does it require surgery?"

"The success rate of surgical treatment is probably less than 2%," the doctor said, looking troubled.

"Then just do it 50 times, right?" Chihaya Aine breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said.

Wait, is it okay to calculate it like this?

"That's right," the doctor explained patiently. "We can't guarantee that the patient's wound won't heal on its own before the surgery is over."

This doctor is amazing.

There are two types of people I hate most in my life: those who talk in a very slow, deliberate manner, and those who...

The doctor adjusted his glasses: "Judging from the lingering aura of emptiness on you, you must be professionals, right?"

"Uh? I guess so?" Chihaya Aine scratched her face uncertainly.

Look at the dragon horns on your head and the tail behind you and think about it again.

“Yes, yes, we are professionals,” Koshimura Sawa quickly replied.

"That's good." The doctor nodded. "According to the latest 'Professional Protection Regulations,' professionals injured while exploring or encountering the [Void] can receive free treatment at designated medical institutions, with the costs shared by the municipal special fund and the Adventurers' Guild. So when you were brought here yesterday, we contacted the best life-domain priest in the entire hospital to provide you with comprehensive treatment. The recovery is going very well, and if nothing unexpected happens, you should be able to be discharged this afternoon."

what?

Oh, I almost forgot this is still part of the D&D universe, the one where magic changes lives.

Koshimura moved his body a bit and found that he was indeed mostly fine. Even his broken ribs had been set. How thoughtful of him.

“However, I see that you haven’t registered your identities with the municipal system or the Neon Adventurers’ Guild. Your registration information can’t be found in the system, which won’t do,” the doctor continued. “Without officially certified identification, you as professionals will face many problems. For example, you won’t be able to enter regulated Void exploration areas, and your mission completion, purchasing special supplies, and even using certain modes of transportation will be restricted. This time, you encountered the formation of the [Void], which isn’t a problem, but if you enter a Void without permission… that would be a much bigger issue, ranging from fines to imprisonment.”

"Furthermore, without identification, you will not be able to enjoy the benefits under the Occupational Protection Ordinance, which means you will have to bear the cost of this treatment yourself."

"How much exactly?" Koshimura couldn't help but ask.

The doctor thought for a moment and said, "For a high-level life realm priest, it would cost around 1000 million yen."

What? This is only one-one-hundred-and-sixtieth of what Xiang's father lost. Based on Japan's minimum hourly wage, customer service representative Xiao Xiang only needs to work for five years without eating or drinking to pay it off.

"Oh, we just became professionals yesterday and haven't had time to register with the Adventurers' Guild yet," Koshimura Sawa quickly said.

"The type that awakens after encountering danger... that's not uncommon. Since you'll be discharged this afternoon, I strongly suggest you go to the Adventurers' Guild as soon as possible to complete your identity registration. This is the most important thing. The procedure isn't complicated and won't take much time. With proof, things will be much more convenient in the future."

“Okay, thanks for reminding me.” Koshimura nodded.

"Any other questions?" the doctor asked, hanging the medical record back up.

"Um, doctor, how do I retract my horn and tail?" Chihaya Aine quickly approached him, pointing to the horn on her head and the fluffy pink dragon tail behind her.

"A dragon vein sorcerer? I've never seen this kind of dragon before." The doctor examined her dragon horns and tail. "Just do this first, then do that, and you'll be fine."

"Ugh?"

I thought I just couldn't understand English, but I didn't expect that after staying in the UK for so long, I couldn't even understand Japanese?

"That's right." The doctor pushed up his glasses. "The racial characteristics of Dragon Vein Warlocks, apart from when you first awakened, usually only appear when casting spells continuously or when you are particularly emotional. Your situation is a typical example of losing control."

"Then how can we take it back?" Chihaya Aine asked next.

"After you took it back the first time, you knew how to take it back!"

"But I can't take it back the first time!" Chihaya Aine was almost in tears.

Oh, I know how to do this. You can't beat Luke without the B set, but you can only get the B set after you beat Luke.

"Well... I'm not a dragon vein sorcerer, and similar situations are quite rare. I can't find an effective solution right now." The doctor shrugged helplessly. "This involves your control over the source of your own power, and it's difficult for external forces to intervene. It's best to let nature take its course for now; after all, you eventually have to learn to control it."

“Okay…” Chihaya Aine lowered her head in frustration, sat back in her chair, and her tail drooped limply behind her. “Thank you, doctor.”

"Actually, there's no need to worry. Maybe it won't be able to retract when you want to, and it will retract when you don't want to," Yuecun Ze said after watching the doctor leave the ward.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Chihaya Aine looked up, her cheerful smile returning. “Actually, I’m not that worried. Look, the horn and tail are quite cute, and they match my hair color perfectly. I’m sure I’ll get a lot of attention on the street.”

Indeed, I declare that blue is to be immediately dethroned as the color of wisdom, and replaced by pink.

Looking at the girl's somewhat comforting smile, Yuecunze noticed the faint bluish-black shadows under her eyes on her fair face.

He looked around. It seemed to be a single room. Besides his own bed, there was only a plastic chair left for family members to accompany him.

Wait, does that mean she sat on this hard chair all night yesterday?

The flavor of love is strong, so it doesn't need much salt. Love is the best.

“Um, Yin Qi Liu Ying Shan Er (II) ⑨2? Yue—Yi Qianzao classmate…” Yue Cunze opened his somewhat chapped lips, preparing to thank her.

"What's wrong?" Because she couldn't hear his voice very clearly, Chihaya Aine moved even closer, her pink little horn flashing in front of Koshimura Sawa's eyes.

A. "I remember you went to study in the UK, didn't you?"

【B. Look at this corner, it's dry and rough, not smooth at all. Let's pick it up!】

[C. Seeing that she didn't say anything, he started to smile.]

Giraffe in the ditch, do you really want me to die?

Come on, turn on your mic and speak to me. Tell me how to choose.

Isn't this a dead end?

Since things have come to this, I have no choice but to sacrifice myself, so I'll choose...

When Koshimura Sawa finished thinking and came to his senses, he found that his hand was already on Chihaya Aine's horn.

Damn it, is the star core inside my body controlling me? When...?

He couldn't help but reach out and rub it. The touch from his fingertips was slightly cool and somewhat hard. The surface did have a fine grainy texture and wasn't very smooth.

"Eek!" A soft moan suddenly echoed in the ward. Chihaya Aine's body trembled slightly, her watery eyes widened instantly, and a fiery blush spread across her cheeks. "Wait... that area is very sensitive... I can't touch it, hmm~"

Koshimura Sawa: ? ? ?

“Bed 37, Koshimura Sawa, you can go through the discharge procedures in a bit…” A nurse wearing a light blue medical mask pushed open the door and saw Koshimura Sawa reaching out to grab Chihaya Aine’s hand. The girl’s head was covering his lower abdomen, and her body was trembling slightly, occasionally letting out sobs.

"Sorry to bother you." She quickly left and closed the door.

No, what have you figured out?!

Koshimura Sawa stiffly turned his head to look at Chihaya Aine. The girl's face had quickly turned from crimson to ashen, and her gray eyes were almost spitting out real flames, as if she had reached her limit.

"ah--"

As Chihaya Aine screamed in shame and anger until her voice cracked, the powerful tail behind her slammed down with overwhelming force.

puff--

Koshimura felt as if his chest had been hit head-on by a fully loaded truck, his bones groaning under the strain, and a sweet taste rising in his throat.

As darkness began to engulf his vision and his consciousness sank into the abyss, only one thought remained in Yuecunze's mind in the final moments.

Is it possible that I'm incompatible with horned creatures...?

Chapter Six: What does it mean that RiNG is an Adventurers' Guild?

"Chihaya-kun, you really went all out... you really went all out." Koshimura Sawa, now dressed in his own clothes, touched the bandage wrapped around his chest with lingering fear.

However, this attempt at suicide wasn't entirely without its rewards.

[You have been rewarded with "Hairspray Hands" for selecting the overpowered option.]

[Hairspray hands]

[When you touch your hair with your palm, you can instantly transform a messy or ordinary hairstyle into a neat slicked-back look, side part, or other styles.]

[Unless you actively remove it, this design will not be damaged by external factors such as strong winds or water.]

[Maintaining this look will elevate your style value.]

You have to choose the most outrageous option to get a reward...

So, is this ability even useful in the marketplace? Maybe it'll allow me to change my hairstyle and die with more dignity?

"Who told you to be so handsy, Koshimura-kun—" Chihaya Aine crossed her arms, puffed out her pink cheeks, and looked at him like a wronged pufferfish.

How can you pick up something that doesn't exist? Aine, you're so amazing.

"But thanks to you, I actually managed to retract my horns and tail." Chihaya Aine touched her now-empty head and breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems I'm more used to being human."

Imagine letting her walk down the street with horns and a tail on her head—it's one thing, but if you actually did that, she could probably dig a whole livehouse out of her toes.

"So this is desensitization therapy. See, it's cured, isn't it?"

"Really?" Chihaya Aine narrowed her eyes, staring at him with some doubt.

Yuecun Ze looked up at the sky and said, "Oh my, the weather is so nice today. Look at this sky, it's so beautiful."

"You can't just touch a girl's horns randomly, didn't anyone tell you that?" Chizaki Aine snorted and turned her head away.

That's a bit unreasonable, Anon-chan.

"What are you talking about? I've never seen a girl with horns before." Koshimura Sawa was already in chest pain and almost couldn't catch his breath.

Shouldn't dragon horns be made entirely of keratin? How can they have a feeling? Could there be nerves inside?

"Well..." Chihaya Aine thought about it carefully and realized that it made sense. Her momentum immediately weakened, but she still tried to regain her composure with a straight face. "Now that you've seen it, you're not allowed to touch it indiscriminately in the future."

"Don't worry, Chihaya-kun, I wouldn't dare touch you even if you asked me to."

Chihaya Aine glanced at Koshimura Sawa, then stopped looking at him and suddenly quickened her pace, running ahead of him.

No, you can't touch it, and you can't not touch it either. What kind of three-dimensional defense is this?

The afternoon sun carried a lazy warmth as the two walked down the street, one in front of the other, carrying guitar bags and Chihaya Aine pulling a suitcase. The branches and leaves on both sides of the road swayed lazily in the breeze, cutting the sunlight into fine dappled patterns that fell on the clean sidewalk and onto their shoulders.

Looking at the familiar streets of Ikebukuro, Koshimura Sawa couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

It's also time for a pilgrimage to holy sites.