My sister can't be Ying Li Li

"Little Hanabi, you must protect your sister when you grow up. Her name is——"

"Ayase Eli."

Looking back now, Hanabi is indeed not a child of the Ayase family. Because the first thing he saw in his memory was his lovely sister, not his mother who was weak after giving birth.

But so what?

No one is allowed to ruin the happiness of the Ayase family!

Ayase Hanabi's dark pupils were glowing with light, walking step by step towards the blackening abyss. Kotobuki Tsumugi thought that by blocking his work, he would be forced to surrender.

So arrogant!

What Ayase Hanabi really relies on is the power called [Creator]. If someone wants to attack the Ayase family, he will write the other person's name on the paper first.

This feeling of influencing the destiny of mankind... is amazing!

Ayase Hanabi lifted her bangs, held her forehead, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, which gradually turned into wanton laughter.

"I should have discovered it earlier. Why should I stick to my moral bottom line? Sister Tsumugi, you betrayed me. Then, even if you are retaliated, there is nothing you can say."

Hanabi lay on the table and wrote furiously, outlining the beauty of Kotobuki Tsumugi stroke by stroke, and then...

The poor sister eventually became the puppet of her biological brother.

"That's right, you just need to continue to love me deeply. Once you've finished using the power of the harpist, throw it away like a worn rag."

Ayase Hanabi frantically wrote novels, made games, and got involved in all aspects of the second dimension. With the help of Kotobuki's funds, she established a huge business empire. Hua Huoyu occupied the magpie's nest, held up a glass of red wine, and sat in the president's seat to savor it. And Sister Tsumugi gently massaged his shoulders, like the cheapest maid.

"This...is not enough."

Hanabi lifted Tsumugi's chin and said with a smile: "I want to marry my sister. Yes, it's Ayase Eri. Now, I'm asking you to be the bridesmaid, my biological sister."

Tsumugi showed a fragile smile and said, "Okay."

In the eyes of the world, Eri and Hanabi are biological siblings and are not allowed to marry. Ayase Hanabi turned to the next page of the notebook and tampered with Japanese laws.

Every drop of ink turned into words, and the blond boy's pupils reflected everything happening in the outside world, full of fire and noise. The bill passed by the parliament aroused protests from people from all walks of life, and the members resigned. The island nation is in turmoil.

Hanabi wrote down the names of political elites to support the puppets. All the people in the opposition were laid off and replaced with obedient people. There were as many of these people as there were, just a few names.

Around the world, under the banner of "human rights", all sisters and brothers have the right to marry and have children. If this continues, ethics will collapse, genes will deteriorate, genetic diseases will spread exponentially, and one day we will see a future of human decline.

But so what?

Ayase Hanabi doesn't have time to worry about the world after death.

In the end, Hanabi and Eri entered the palace of marriage and lived a happy life——

That's how it should be.

Hanabi returned home after a busy day at work. He saw his beloved wife standing blankly in his room, and the safe next to her was opened. Just like her sister confiscating her brother's love letters and pornographic books when she was a child, Eri couldn't hold back her curiosity about the secret, and finally exposed the truth about Ayase Hanabi.

"You saw it." Hanabi smiled casually, "I had already guessed that such a day would come."

Eri's delicate face was full of despair, and she said painfully: "Brother, what on earth have you done?! Just to marry me and let all mankind be buried with you... No, it is impossible to have such ability. You must You are crazy and wrote some nonsense!”

"If pursuing your dreams wholeheartedly is crazy, then I am crazy. But aren't you, and everything in this world, the same?"

Hanabi opened her arms and laughed loudly.

"Sister, come back to my arms! I can give you everything you want, just by writing. You don't need to work like a strong woman, and you don't need to become a housewife who cares about daily necessities. You just need to always keep As long as you are beautiful, I can even create a miracle of delaying aging!"

"Can anyone else do this kind of thing?!"

Ayase Eri looked at the unfamiliar Hanabi in disbelief, pressed her chest in pain, lowered her head suddenly, tears splashed down due to gravity, and cried loudly: "You evil ghost, give me back my brother!"

"Sister, what are you talking about...I'm right here."

Hanabi smiled and stepped forward, but was pushed away by Eri. She stumbled away.

What, what did I do? Come and praise me quickly, sister...

After that, Hanabi stayed at home, not eating or drinking, and kept waiting. A few days passed, and Eri never came back, probably back to her hometown. Finally, in the dark and cold house, the flames in Hanabi's eyes gradually cooled down, replaced by the burning flames in reality.

My sister denied me.

In an instant, Ayase Hanabi's heart collapsed. Every piece of paper was torn into pieces and reduced to ashes in the flames. The firelight reflected on the wall, projecting an ever-expanding distorted black shadow, with empty eye sockets, sobbing, grabbing the face, clamping the throat, and roaring hysterically.

What on earth...did I do?

At this moment, Hanabi knew the last rule of the [Creator]. When the original manuscript is damaged, the world will be corrected back to its original trajectory, and the created characters will disappear from the world.

Wu Geng Ruri hadn't contacted Hanabi for a few days, so she came to her door out of worry. The fire was blazing and smoke was filling the sky. The girl hurried into the room and saw the fireworks reflecting the flames in her eyes. There was no trace of life in her eyes. The paper with the girl drawn on it fell to the fire and started to burn from a corner.

Liuli looked at the translucent hands, and her body began to become feathered. She seemed to understand something.

"So... I am your creation. Thank you for always."

The girl bowed deeply in the firelight, smiled happily, and finally turned into fluorescent light, floating in the night wind.

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The boy opened his eyes and suddenly woke up from the bed. The computer screen that had been left on all night flickered.

Again, back here.

The boy opened the door, and in the light that hit his face, he saw his real sister making breakfast. She turned around when she heard the sound and asked with concern: "What's wrong? You are sweating coldly. Are you having a nightmare?"

"Well, it was a very strange dream that happened in an anime."

My sister chuckled and said, "Stop watching children's cartoons. You are already a working person. Okay, hurry up and eat and go to work. Don't be late."

"good."

Just before stepping out of the room, the boy suddenly looked back and stared at the poster on the wall. The forever 16-year-old blonde girl with a beautiful smile danced with her muse friends with Otonogizaka as the background.

"You are very beautiful, even more beautiful than my sister." The boy whispered, "However, the really important person is waiting for me, and she is my unique relative. In another world, you also come on, and then... Farewell .”

No matter how the world changes, I will always love you deeply.

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Young people cherish rare holidays.

On a sunny afternoon, he sat alone on a park bench. Not far away, a group of children built a castle in the sand pit, including siblings who were close friends. He smiled knowingly, stopped writing, admired the scenery for a moment, and then continued writing in the notebook.

When I realized that the world in the novel might actually exist, I couldn't help but want to write something. Even if the story of Muse has fallen into despair, animation or fan fiction, there is always one that has to continue, fearing that it will be forgotten one day.