When the otaku who has transformed into Yoshino is lost on the street with Yoshino, they are met by Nozomi Tojo from the Muse and taken home. What will happen in the cohabitation life of our timid and shy Yoshino and Nozomi Tojo?

Save the world? Ha! What I want is friends! I want real friends! Why are you looking at me with such strange eyes! Don't come over here! I clearly treat you as a friend! But you want to push me down! This is a story about becoming Inaba Tsukuyō and being commissioned by Alaya to save the world.

I am Sakura. Sakura of Tohsaka Sakura, Sakura of Matou Sakura, Sakura of Asagami Sakura. I am the sixth beast, not the sixth bottom. "Seriously, pay attention!" I snatched Ryougi Shiki's sword, stroked Asagami Fujino's eyes, and shouted "Red of Pain!" at Aozaki Touko. My favorite is Fujino, and my least favorite is Fujino's bad habit of liking face wash. My favorite is Touko, and my least favorite is Touko's bad habit of spanking. My favorite is Shiki, and my least favorite is… I don't hate anything. Because Sakura loves Shiki-neechan the most.

Due to some accidents, the goddess brought her to the world of horse girls. Although she doesn't know what to do, she just needs to follow the goddess' disguised system, right? After being lectured by the goddess for a long time, the girl finally stepped onto the track, but... "Oh no! There was an accident with contestant 8's gate!" "He bumped into it!" "I'm so upset!" ==============[You have our genes, right?] Isn't that great? [Well...] ​​Hmm? After turning around, she saw several tall horse girls (relatively speaking). You...what do you want to do? "After all, Z-chan is an adult..." "It's legal anyway!" Don't come over here! ! ! ==============

The story tells about a loli with an invincible bad taste who became the first generation of Gensokyo, and from time to time led the girls in Gensokyo to various worlds to plunder girls. The story is full of moral integrity.

Also, the author is an uncle. The impression I had was that the author was a loli, but that’s not true.

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Transmigrating to the world of horsegirls and acquiring the system standard for novel protagonists—two wonderful things combined—Ling Yi thought he was on the path to becoming the ultimate trainer. But why did things turn out this way? This system's function was to transform him into a horsegirl and compete in competitions, with the sole purpose of training the host to become the most powerful horsegirl. This couldn't be right. It was impossible to jump on a horse all by yourself! Ling Yi absolutely disagreed. But to avoid starving to death on the streets, penniless, he had no choice but to participate in a debut competition to hunt bounties. He had thought the matter would end there. "…Why did it turn out like this?" Ling Yi, under the alias of Ling Yi, was sweating profusely, as someone tugged at the corner of her clothes, preventing her from moving forward. Turning around, she saw the daughter of the East China Sea Emperor staring at her with a blank stare, emitting a completely morbid aura. [Possession] Ever since her debut competition encounter with Dibao, Ling Yi seemed to have been trapped in some terrifying quagmire, unable to escape. "No more horse racing! No more imperial concubines!!" "You are ordered to conquer the imperial line immediately!" "No! Chinese people must marry Chinese wives! I will always like Aldan Mejiro!" "Fuck you!"

My child, on the day you were born, your name echoed throughout Fuyuki City: "Rin Tohsaka." My child, I proudly watched you grow day by day, becoming the embodiment of "Iron Fist." Remember, we have always lived in this world with elegance and "wisdom." I also believe you will use the power of "dropping the ball" cautiously. But true victory comes when I bear the blame. One day, my life will come to an end, and you will become a demon!

At the end of the 20th century, Hebe Stanton opened her eyes to a world both familiar and strange. Twelve Consuls, seven principles, countless paths... History burned fiercely, the past untraceable.

So Hebe stepped into the fray, setting history on track.

In Albion, she was a court sage. She witnessed the Red Dragon and Lionheart battle for the throne, the blood of Pendragon and Victoria congealed beneath the sword in the stone.

In Egypt, she was the Scribe of Heaven. She witnessed the God-King, reigning over the Great Red Sea, breaking taboos. The desert ruins echoed with the wild words of Ozymandias.

In the East, she walked with dragons, mentored twin generals and retired emperors, and sparked change at the end of the shogunate.

In Atlantis, she granted the pure water spirit a wish to become human. In Shangri-La Kashitiya, she discussed the meaning of wisdom and asceticism with King Jue.

Driven by her will to never truly die (a cheat), Hebe saved others time and again. Looking back, she discovered her followers were as numerous as the sands of the sea.

But before that, there's one small question.

"You didn't remember everything about those Lostbelts, did you?" Miss Heber said in a cold sweat.

Inside the room, watching the two facing off, the short-haired brown girl simply played on her phone. But the temperature in the room seemed to rise higher and higher; a flash of lightning seemed to be seen between their eyes. The blonde girl with pigtails gritted her teeth, while the long-haired girl stomped her feet. Finally, they started arguing. The short-haired girl looked at them, but they seemed to ignore her and continued arguing. She put down her phone. "Stop arguing, give me, Hui, some face." A 0.0000001-second pause. The clenching of fists and the stomping of feet only grew louder. The short-haired girl had no choice but to pick up her phone again.