Dao Of Heaven

Chapter 310: Beast Tide? This Is Merely Filtering Civilization’s Residue

Qingque looked at her colleagues—those who once slacked off like her, even gambling together over Emperor's Jade—now completely insane, beyond all persuasion. Terrified, she trembled.

As a clever diviner, she understood everything about the present crisis, yet she could not make a choice.

All of this was driven by the instinct to survive. When faced with such a brutal selection, everything became frenzied—including herself.

But she was fortunate. She had not been harmed by the monsters.

To be precise, only a small portion of people had not been harmed by them. Out of ten, if three were unharmed, that was already fortunate.

This meant those targeted far outnumbered those spared.

And so, those spared were no longer regarded as colleagues or friends, but merely as life-saving talismans.

When this truth first became apparent, many—both strangers and acquaintances—had tried to seize her as a shield.

It was only thanks to her wit and quick feet that she had escaped~

In the end, no matter the race, the human heart could not withstand this test.

The third eye on Fu Xuan's forehead glimmered faintly as she let out a deep sigh.

Her hands pressed together.

"Failing to sever brings calamity. Qingque, go find a safe place to hide. Do not worry about my safety—"

"Understood, Master Diviner! I'm running!"

Before Fu Xuan could even finish, Qingque bolted toward the safer areas of the Divination Commission, without a moment's hesitation.

To hesitate even a second would be disrespectful to the Diviner-General.

After all, the Diviner-General was the Alliance's strongest diviner. Past and future, formations and strategies—all lay within her grasp. Qingque only needed to obey.

Fu Xuan's lips twitched faintly. That Qingque—slacking off daily was one thing, but even in a crisis she showed her cowardice…

Still, it was her order. Without it, even if timid, Qingque would have stayed, even if she could offer little help.

"Ah…"

Fu Xuan turned her hands, chanting softly.

"Manifestation follows form—unite as one."

At once, the entire Divination Commission was covered by a massive purple formation. A power of restraint descended. Those who had gone mad were instantly bound, their actions restricted. Their minds were forcibly calmed, returning them to clarity.

"Now, listen to me."

"This is a disaster that no one can change. Whether life or death, it is left to fate."

"Stand firm to the end. I will protect you until the very last moment."

She had already divined the outcome with the Matrix of Prescience when the black beast tide first erupted.

In this universal catastrophe, the Xianzhou Alliance would not be annihilated. But its population would fall by eighty-six percent.

Even if she exhausted all her strength, she could only reduce that figure to eighty-five.

But even a single percent meant hundreds of millions of lives.

"Master Diviner!"

"Master Diviner, I don't want to die!"

Fu Xuan remained calm. "This is disaster. Nothing can change it. Even if you seize a comrade as a shield, you may escape once or twice—but can you escape forever?"

"Do not fear. I will remain with you."

As Diviner-General, how could she not know what mistakes her subordinates had made in the past?

Though some great wrongs had not been committed intentionally, they had been done nonetheless.

Take, for example, a steward in the Sky-Faring Commission, who out of selfishness failed to distribute resources properly. Those deprived of resources might die at some point in the future.

Or a craftsman in the Artisanship Commission, who embezzled a little public money, reducing construction quality. Later, many might perish because of that weakness.

Even the smallest immoral act, through the cycle of cause and effect, could bring death to others.

Even knowing and not reporting was considered equal guilt.

She fully understood the mechanism of this beast tide now.

Those who survived completely were at minimum those who had never truly endangered the lives of others.

All who had ever threatened another's life had become residue to be filtered out of civilization.

Although Fu Xuan had temporarily forced clarity upon them, in the face of survival instinct, reason would soon scatter again.

The defensive formations outside the Divination Commission were meaningless before the Abyssal monsters.

One after another, Abyssal beasts crawled out from violet-black space rifts.

In the blink of an eye, the Divination Commission was overrun.

Amidst the piercing screams and monstrous roars, the Divination Commission gradually fell silent.

Not even two system hours later, the Abyssal monsters lost their targets and slowly withdrew.

Those devoured by the Abyssal monsters were, in truth, not mostly dead.

They had merely been cast into the universe's dark side—the reverse face consumed by the Abyss.

Whether they could survive there was another matter.

After all, to the Abyss, they were labor.

Fu Xuan looked at what had once been three or four hundred people in the Divination Commission—now reduced to a scant few dozen. Her heart grew unbearably heavy as she lowered her head.

All who became diviners had passed through her scrutiny. Yet even so, only half were judged as benevolent enough by the beast tide's mechanism to remain.

The others who survived were scattered across the Xianzhou.

"Ah… powerless. No matter what we do, powerless. So be it…"

Fu Xuan let out a deep sigh.

"T-too terrifying… to survive… uuu…"

"They all disappeared… uuu…"

"Master Diviner, what should we do now?"

"Yes, what else can we even do?"

Fu Xuan spoke: "Now, all we can do is head to places the monsters have already left, gather the survivors, and then aid more survivors."

At the same time—

The crew of the Astral Express had ceased their futile efforts.

Himeko withdrew her power and raised her head toward the black beast tide blotting out the cosmos.

"Stop. No matter how many we try to save, it's useless. The moment we turn our gaze away, they are killed all the same."

Welt adjusted his glasses, his voice low and solemn. "Filtering civilization's residue… such a mechanism… to me, it seems a test of civilization itself."

In his original world, there had once been a similar mechanism for civilization's trial. But compared to this residue-filtering method, that one had been far crueler—it had sought not to purify civilization, but to annihilate it outright.

"Mr. Yang, Himeko, I don't have the strength anymore. Even if I wanted to fight, I couldn't."

March 7th rubbed her sore shoulders and pouted. The power of her Path within was nearly exhausted.

"And besides, the monsters don't even attack us. They're even afraid of touching us. We're just killing them directly, and even when they die, they don't resist. I feel like… maybe this isn't entirely right."

"After all… the ones those monsters attack are all guilty people."

She didn't want to just stand there watching so many people die before her eyes. After experiencing so much death, she knew she would have nightmares.

But even if she risked everything to save them, they would still end up dying. How could the Astral Express possibly kill all those monsters?

"Right, Stelle?" March 7th turned her gaze toward Stelle, who was holding down a monster like it was a big dog and petting it as if she were stroking a puppy.

"Eh! Why are you holding that monster? They give off such uncomfortable energy!"

For them—those untouched by harm—the aura of the Abyssal beasts only felt unpleasant. But for sinners, it was like flowers being dropped into acid.

Welt's face darkened slightly as he prepared to destroy the beast in Stelle's grip. But when he noticed it had no effect on her, he forcibly stopped himself.

"Stelle, do you not feel any discomfort?"

Pressing the bleeding hound into the ground like a pup, Stelle fiddled with its limbs as she replied: "Huh? Oh, no. Isn't it just an ordinary monster?"

"Strange though. Why can't I find any nails in them? Without nails, how do they have little monsters? That's so weird."

Dan Heng exhaled in relief. "Probably because of the Stellaron. Its power shields you from harmful forces."

March 7th nodded in agreement, her wide eyes blinking. "Right, since Stelle has a Stellaron inside, no little monster could surpass the Stellaron's corruption."

Stelle lifted the bleeding hound by its scruff and looked at Himeko, her eyes curved like crescent moons in a pleading smile. "Hehe, Himeko, look—this dog's actually really obedient. And besides Pam, the train has no pets. So why don't we…"

Himeko immediately understood and shook her head. "No. Pam doesn't allow pets on the train. If you can convince Pam, then I'll let you keep it."

March 7th put her hands on her hips. "Pam will never agree. Last time, the pet bird I brought from Ique was tossed out of the car by Pam. Heartless Pam."

"And besides, keeping such a scary-looking little monster… let's not."

Stelle immediately protested, pinching the hound's muzzle. "What are you talking about! Look, this dog's actually really handsome! Its horns are majestic."

She even pried open its snarling jaws deliberately.

"And it doesn't even have bad breath."

"Himeko~ let's just raise one pet on the train. Only having Pam is way too lonely."

But Himeko was firm. "No means no."

"Himeko~" Stelle clasped her hands at her chest, her big eyes glistening.

Dan Heng sighed, turning his gaze toward the shattered sky dome of the Xianzhou. The black beast tide flowed like a river across every sanctum of the vessel.

The once-glorious Cloud Knights had lost their will.

Without a purpose to guard—and not even sure if they themselves were considered benevolent—they either fought the monsters in mad desperation or collapsed, fleeing in chaos.

Screams, roars, wails, hysterical shouts, the blasts of energy cannons, and even flames igniting across some sanctums filled the air.

"Luofu Xianzhou… a place both familiar and foreign. But none of this has anything to do with me anymore."

Dan Heng turned away without a trace of nostalgia. To him, it was all nothing but an illusion.

He left without bothering about Stelle, who was still pestering Himeko to let her raise the bleeding hound, and walked toward the Astral Express.

Welt let out a sigh. "Ah, youth is a blessing…"

And he also sighed at the divinity and compassion of the Aeons from another universe.

Although the black beast tide spreading across the universe was cruel, wiping out at least eighty percent of the population, it left behind the purest.

It was like the stories of Earth's mythology, where God used a world-ending flood to wash away all evil, leaving only the chosen righteous.

"Himeko, please… I want to keep it. Look how cute it is."

Stelle clung to Himeko's leg, shamelessly pleading, even shoving the bleeding hound up to her face. The beast bared its fangs menacingly, ferocious—but admittedly, there was a certain majestic handsomeness to it.

Himeko sighed helplessly. "Fine. I'll allow you to bring it aboard. But you'll have to convince the conductor yourself…"

Stelle immediately leapt up, patting her chest with confidence. "Don't worry, Himeko. I'll definitely convince Pam."

March 7th tilted her head curiously. "Eh? But Pam is really stubborn. I've never seen Pam compromise. Stelle, how are you going to convince them?"

Stelle grinned mischievously, her voice dropping into a sinister tone. "Hehe… why, of course… 'Pam, you wouldn't want those little cakes you secretly hide away to mysteriously disappear, would you?'"

March 7th jumped in shock. "Wha—! That's so evil! Too mean! You're threatening Pam with their hidden cakes?!"

Seeing their antics, Welt couldn't help but smile faintly.

At that moment, Himeko spoke. "There's nothing more for us to do in the Luofu. Though we promised to fight the black beast tide together, it seems there's no longer any need."

"The Xianzhou generals are overwhelmed. We should quietly leave. Once the Alliance survives this calamity, we can send our apologies later."

"Besides, the Star Rails across galaxies have all been destroyed after the beast tide's baptism. We, the Nameless, must now blaze new trails to reconnect them."

Wherever the Abyssal power flowed, it erased everything, like formatting a disk. In cleansing the universe, it destroyed even artificial constructs.

The Star Rails laid by the Astral Express had been corroded by the Abyss. The routes once pioneered by Akivili across the Star Rail Universe were all destroyed.

Now, each galaxy was an isolated island, cut off from the rest.

Of course, this destruction of Akivili's routes had been deliberate on Noah's part.

As long as the influence of the old Trailblaze Aeon remained, how could a new one ascend the divine seat?

...

Clouds Crossing.

The Astral Express slowly departed from the Luofu.

Himeko clutched her chest as pure white light of Trailblaze radiated gently. Her eyes widened slightly.

"This is… the legacy of Trailblaze merging with me? And growing stronger?"

In her mind, information surfaced. If she could forge a new path, reconnecting galaxy to galaxy—

Then that would be the moment she ascended as the new Aeon of Trailblaze.

Himeko's voice trembled in disbelief.

"A new Aeon of Trailblaze… me?"

Chapter 13: The Radiance of the Divine

In the great hall of the Fortress of Millennia—

Hum~

Caster waved his hand to dismiss the projection screen hanging in the air. Then, performing another spell over the magic altar before him, the surface instantly displayed a three-dimensional map. The terrain shown was a desolate suburban road, at the center of which a single red dot moved steadily.

"Ruler has manifested."

Caster turned to remind those behind him.

"I see… At this stage, the optimal choice is to attempt to draw her to our Black Faction's side and make use of her."

Darnic murmured, stroking his chin.

"Let me go! Archer and I will meet her, so the Red Faction won't have the chance to seize her."

At that moment, Gordes stepped forward to volunteer, standing before Darnic and the Grand Prince.

"No, that would not be wise."

Caster immediately rejected Gordes' proposal.

"Hah?"

Gordes blinked in confusion, as did Darnic.

"Caster, explain yourself."

"We should indeed go, but… I do not recommend sending Archer."

He brought the screen into everyone's view for further explanation.

"In addition to Ruler, I also detected the presence of other Servants in the area. Most of ours are within the fortress, with only Assassin stationed in the town. Which means…"

"That the presence is most likely a Red Servant…"

Chiron interjected.

"Precisely. And at this very moment, they are already watching Ruler's movements intently. Their goal is clear."

Caster answered firmly.

"In other words, if we factor in the likelihood of battle, it is necessary to send our strongest—Saber."

Darnic gave his final conclusion.

At the mention of Saber, his eyes turned toward the Black Faction's Saber—the Shogun—and then toward her Master, Fiore.

"Fiore, is that acceptable?"

"I have no objection. But… Shogun?"

The girl did not act willfully. Instead, she looked to her Servant.

"…Since the enemy is involved, simply take me there."

The Shogun flicked her kimono sleeve habitually, her voice cold and regal.

Fiore smiled dotingly, then turned back to Darnic and nodded in agreement.

"Then let Saber go. This mission is to protect Ruler from the Red Faction's attack. And Fiore… if possible—"

"To establish rapport and see if she may lean toward our side, perhaps even bring her to the fortress. Correct?"

Fiore's quick mind immediately saw through his intentions. Even without words, she could guess the plan. If Ruler favored the Black Faction, the Holy Grail War would become far easier.

"Ah… I leave it to you, then."

Darnic was very satisfied with her response.

...

The girl's true name was Jeanne d'Arc, her class being Ruler. She had no Master. She was the absolute administrator of this Holy Grail War.

She had traveled by overnight bus to the airport, then flown to Bucharest, Romania. If she were capable of spirit form, it would have been the perfect way to endure such a long journey. But she could not. Even her body was not truly hers—rather, it was borrowed from a girl in this world who resembled her greatly, and would later need to be returned.

Even she herself did not know why she had been summoned this time. Likely, some anomaly had occurred within this war that required her investigation.

At present, dragging a suitcase, Jeanne had boarded a small truck offered by a kind middle-aged driver. They were now in the northeastern outskirts of Bucharest, on the road toward her next destination—Trifas.

"!"

Sitting in the truck bed with her knees drawn up, Jeanne suddenly sensed a sharp, icy gaze upon her. Yet no figure was visible around them. She immediately realized—it was the hostile presence of a Servant.

Her first thought went to the truck driver. She quickly crawled toward the cab, gripping the side mirror with one hand and tapping on the window with the other.

"?"

The middle-aged driver was startled when he suddenly saw the girl leaning against the side of his truck, and he hurriedly rolled down the window.

"Please stop immediately. It's dangerous here. You should leave now."

Jeanne urgently warned him.

"That won't do… how could I abandon a young lady like you alone in this desolate place?"

The driver clearly refused.

"Phew… forgive me."

With no choice, Jeanne used a small measure of her power. Her eyes glimmered faintly, embedding a subtle compulsion into the man's mind.

"Ah… oh."

Obediently, the man stopped the truck.

Watching it drive away, Jeanne let out a breath of relief. But then, sensing danger, she turned her gaze toward a towering billboard behind her. There, clad in golden armor, sat the Red Faction's Lancer—Karna—staring down at her.

"You are Ruler?"

Before she could speak, he called out first.

"Prepare yourself."

"!"

At once, an overwhelming killing intent flooded her senses. Jeanne's eyes widened, and she instantly leapt back!

Whoosh!!

Boom!!!!!!

In that same instant, Karna hurled himself down like a missile, his spear striking the spot she had just vacated. The deafening impact erupted like an explosion, shattering the ground and sending up a blinding cloud of dust.

Whoosh!!

Bounding out of the dust, Jeanne summoned armor of mana around herself, gripping her silver flag-lance tightly to block.

Facing the tall, lean figure emerging from the haze, Jeanne spoke.

"Red Lancer… Karna, son of Surya, the sun god. Am I correct?"

"Oh?"

Emerging from the smoke, Karna showed little surprise, only mild interest in her insight.

"I am the arbiter of the Holy Grail War—Jeanne d'Arc. You should know what it means to strike at me."

She pressed him.

"To speak what everyone already knows is not wise. My strike just now was declaration enough."

"…."

Jeanne frowned.

"What purpose does killing me serve?"

"I do not know. I merely follow my Master's command. By contract, I must obey."

Whoosh!

Karna raised his golden spear. Red mana surged along its shaft, unleashing violent pressure. His crimson cape flared in the wind, radiating fierce energy.

"Now I come, Ruler. Forgive me, but in light of your authority, I cannot afford mercy!"

Huff, huff!!

The spear's tip erupted with dazzling, searing flame-like energy!

"With this strike, our battle will be decided."

With explosive speed, the red figure lunged at Jeanne!

"!"

Jeanne braced to parry, but in the next instant—

A clear, feminine voice resounded:

"Shogun… I entrust this to you!"

Whoosh!

Crackle!!

The sky darkened in an instant. A thunderclap split the heavens, and a torrent of violet lightning fell, striking directly into Karna's path!

"!"

Karna halted for a fraction of a second, instantly swinging his spear at the descending bolt!

Bang!!

The spearhead clashed against something invisible, releasing a shockwave that rattled the air. Dust burst outward, cracks splintering across the ground.

His expression hardened as he realized his full-force strike had been blocked—not by Jeanne, but by an unseen force. Before him, only a storm of vibrating violet particles of lightning shimmered.

The particles condensed, shaping themselves into a magnificent naginata wreathed in thunder. Its blade glowed with dazzling purple light, silver, black-gold, and violet intertwining in a breathtaking harmony. At its guard, the swirling tomoe crest rotated slowly.

The lightning gathered, manifesting into the form of a kimono-adorned woman. She held the naginata crosswise, her cold violet eyes opening slowly to meet Karna's gaze. At their centers glimmered the radiant brilliance of divinity.

"!"

The moment their eyes met, Karna felt the crushing weight of overwhelming godhood flood his being. This pressure forced his eyes to narrow further.

"Oh? A god?"

Chapter 12: When Facing the Enemy… A Single Slash Will Do

The Fortress of Millennia stood at the northeastern edge of Trifas, surrounded by roughly three hectares of forest. Trifas itself rose steadily from west to east, with the fortress situated at its highest point.

Around nine o'clock that evening, Kairi Sisigou and Mordred began scouting from the southern outskirts of Trifas, hoping to find a suitable vantage point to observe the fortress.

By now, night had fallen. The pale moon hid shyly behind the clouds, and the townsfolk had mostly retreated indoors. The streets were quiet and nearly deserted, shrouded in dimness broken only by the glow of lanterns and streetlamps.

"Ahh… this feels great! Sorry, Master, I made you spend money on me."

Mordred, wearing a brand new outfit, twirled happily on the cobblestone street like a child receiving a gift.

"Don't worry about it. It's part of the necessary expenses."

Kairi walked beside his Servant, carrying himself casually, almost like a father with his child.

"But… it's strange. We've barged into enemy territory, and yet no one's attacked us."

They did not realize that several dark figures had been following them from afar, eyes locked on their backs, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Relax. This town is under Yggdmillennia's management."

"Oh? Meaning?"

Mordred tilted her head in confusion.

Step, step…

Kairi suddenly halted, and Mordred followed suit.

He gestured forward with his chin.

"Hm?"

Mordred looked ahead in puzzlement.

Blocking their path now were dozens of homunculi in white uniforms—men and women alike—accompanied by several massive golems. The homunculi held polearms in hand, their faces blank, eyes cold and unfeeling as they stared at the intruders.

The golems' mechanical eyes glowed eerily. And it wasn't just the front—their enemies had also surrounded them from behind and even on the rooftops.

Clack…

Without a word, Kairi pulled out his short double-barreled shotgun and loaded it with a snap.

"Haha… I see, I see!"

Pat, pat…

Mordred, as if reading her Master's intent, slapped him hard on the back in excitement.

"Ugh… cough!"

Kairi choked under the force of her strike.

"So you're using not just me but yourself as bait too, huh? Master, you're crazier than I thought!"

"The golems are yours. I'll handle the homunculi. Show me your strength, Saber!"

With that, Kairi dashed forward, shotgun in one hand. The homunculi brandished their weapons and charged at him, while archers on the rooftops trained their arrows on his back.

"Ah… got it."

A tremor shook the ground as one of the golems swung its massive concrete club down at Mordred!

She answered leisurely, raising her hand—

Boom!!

—and caught the strike single-handedly.

Crack…

Her palm closed on the concrete weapon, and with a single motion, she flung both club and wielder into a nearby house.

The next moment, another golem raised its massive fist, aiming to smash her from above!

But crimson lightning coursed across Mordred's body as she flashed back in an instant!

Boom!

The fist slammed into the street with a thunderous crash, the stone pavement shattering in all directions.

Mordred leapt high, her body wrapped in red mana. Red-and-white armor materialized across her frame. Planting her feet briefly against the wall mid-air—

Boom!!

—the air exploded as she launched forward like a fired cannonball, colliding with the golem's chest.

Crash!

Her knee shattered its torso. Landing smoothly, she followed through with a single punch—

Boom!

—and reduced another to rubble, shards spraying across its allies.

Bzzzzt!!

A red-and-white greatsword appeared in her grasp, crackling with crimson lightning.

Slash, slash!!

In seconds, her figure blurred, cutting through the battlefield dozens of times. Each swing was a single decisive strike, and in an instant, every golem around her was reduced to dust.

"Heh… pathetic trash."

With a mocking laugh, Mordred tilted her head upward.

Clack!

Several crisp clicks rang out as the mechanisms of her armor engaged. Her helmet closed over her face, concealing her wild grin. She unleashed a burst of sword energy—

Boom!!

—obliterating entire ranks of golems.

On the other side, Kairi Sisigou had nearly finished cutting down the homunculi. His combat style relied heavily on firearms and poison gas grenades, with the occasional use of magecraft.

A few minutes later, silence fell once more over Trifas.

...

Meanwhile, inside the Fortress of Millennia's great hall, everyone was watching the battle through the eyes of an artificial eagle—a familiar crafted by Caster. Projected onto a screen of air like a moving picture, the scene displayed the clash between their homunculi and golems against the Red Faction's Saber and her Master.

Seeing their forces annihilated within minutes, all present—even Fiore—were shaken, save for Vlad and the Shogun.

So this was the power of Servants. The girl's heart trembled with awe. Her attention was less on Kairi, and more on the Red Faction's Saber. As Saber's Master herself, she could not help but think ahead to the battles to come.

"As expected of Saber…"

Vlad III rested his head upon his hand upon the throne, his voice low. Beside him, Darnic nodded.

"The enemy's Saber must be a formidable foe. Her overall parameters are abnormally high."

Her origin unknown, her Noble Phantasm and true name still a mystery—she was undoubtedly troublesome.

"…What do the rest of you think?"

Vlad's gaze fell upon the gathered Masters.

"..." ×N

None offered an answer.

His eyes then shifted to the Shogun, who had not looked at the projection once, her gaze instead fixed beyond the window.

"Saber, can you defeat her?"

The others also turned their attention to her. Fiore, too, turned toward her Servant.

"…"

The Shogun returned from her reverie, turning her violet eyes toward the Grand Prince. Lightning glimmered faintly like stars in her gaze.

"A foolish question. If she is the enemy… one slash will suffice."

She spoke coldly, then looked away once more.

"!" ×N

The room stirred with shock once again. This was beyond confidence—it bordered on arrogance.

"…"

Fiore was not surprised. She had already grown accustomed to such words from her Servant. Instead, pride swelled in her heart. Regardless of arrogance, such spirit was impressive among the gathered.

"Oh~ truly befitting a god. Such lofty bearing is to my liking."

Vlad chuckled. Yes… every army needed one figure whose spirit could not be overshadowed.

Caules, however, felt conflicted. Could his sister truly control this Raiden Shogun? Would her nature bring Fiore trouble… or danger?

Nearby, Archer—Chiron—let out a quiet laugh.

"Archer, what do you think?"

Vlad turned to him.

"Without doubt, she is a difficult opponent—especially since her Noble Phantasm remains unknown. But fortunately, our Saber should be capable of meeting her in battle."

Chiron glanced at the Shogun with a smile.

"Moreover, Fiore's mana reserves are exceptional. Sufficient to sustain Saber's full strength."

Darnic added smoothly.

Though she had seemed absent-minded, the Shogun heard every word. At the mention of Fiore, she turned her eyes toward her Master, finding Fiore already looking back at her. Their gazes met; Fiore flushed faintly, but quickly composed herself and smiled, nodding reassuringly.

Her expression seemed to say: Do not worry about mana—use it as you wish.

"By the way, Uncle… do you know who the Red Faction's Saber's Master is?"

Fiore turned to Darnic.

"Yes. Kairi Sisigou—a necromancer who makes his living on bounties. A freelancer who accepts any commission, from the Clock Tower or otherwise."

"Tch. A filthy man who uses magecraft for profit!"

Gordes sneered.

"…"

Fiore lowered her head in thought. After all, dealing with the Master would be her responsibility.

"In any case, they are strong. Do not underestimate them, Fiore."

"Yes… I understand."

...

At that moment, Shirou knelt alone within the moonlit chapel, a golden cross clasped in his hands as he prayed.

Hum~!

Behind him, golden motes of light converged, forming into the figure of a radiant warrior.

A striking man of flawless build, clad in sleek golden armor over black underclothes, sharp spikes adorning his arms and shoulders, and a flowing crimson cape trailing behind him. His very presence radiated nobility.

"I have received my Master's order to aid you…"

His magnetic yet cold voice reverberated through the chapel.

"Indeed."

Shirou rose to his feet and met his gaze.

"Ruler is on her way to Trifas. No matter what, she will become an obstacle to us."

He raised the cross, its surface gleaming white under the moonlight.

"I ask you to eliminate her, Karna."

"I understand."

Karna lifted his cold blue eyes and answered quietly.

Chapter 11: The Shogun Sometimes Says Very Cute Things

At the same time, in Fiore's private room…

The girl in the wheelchair was preparing black tea for the two of them. Though she knew little outside of magecraft, she had learned at least the basics of brewing tea.

The crisp clink of teacups occasionally reached the ears of the woman standing by the window. The violet-haired woman in short kimono gazed out at the scenery beyond.

The midday sunlight draped across her body like a veil of golden silk bestowed by invisible angels, softening her fair skin, her dreamy violet eyes, and her delicate face, made even gentler under the warmth.

Fiore poured the perfect amount of black tea into the Shogun's cup, then filled her own. Setting them down on the table, she glanced once more toward the beauty at the window. From the depths of her heart, she thought the Shogun was a woman so beautiful that even she herself could not help but be captivated. Though truthfully, Fiore's own appearance was not inferior either.

"Shogun, are you very interested in the outside world?"

She wheeled herself closer and asked softly.

"..."

The Shogun gave a direct nod.

"This vessel… it is my first time seeing lands beyond Teyvat. I am somewhat curious."

She raised her hand, letting her slender palm rest against the window glass. A light of wonder flickered in her eyes.

Fiore, seeing her like this, felt that the Shogun was somewhat adorable… almost childlike.

"…Shogun, would you like some tea? I brewed black tea… if you don't mind, please try it?"

She thought of the steaming tea she had just made. After a brief moment of hesitation, she reached out carefully, tugging lightly at the sleeve of the Shogun's kimono.

When the Shogun turned her head, Fiore instantly withdrew her hand, the movement like that of a timid little animal.

The Shogun regarded her for a moment before nodding. Together, they went to the table and sat opposite each other. For a brief instant, the Shogun instinctively wanted to kneel in the Inazuman way, but realizing this was not her homeland and that chairs were provided, she simply smoothed her skirt and sat down. She lifted the teacup and took a sip.

"…How, how does it taste? Is it… good?"

Fiore, holding her own untouched cup, watched anxiously for the Shogun's reaction, her voice cautious.

"…Not bad. The flavor is acceptable."

The Shogun's answer was sincere, not spoken for comfort. Though it differed from Inazuma's tea ceremony, the taste carried a unique quality, something rather intriguing.

"Haa… I see, that's good."

Fiore let out a relieved breath.

"Still, I am surprised… that beings of this world also share the habit of drinking tea."

The Shogun lowered her gaze to the reflection in the tea, murmuring quietly.

"Hehe…"

Hearing this, Fiore could not hold back a laugh, covering her mouth lightly.

"…What makes you laugh?"

The Shogun looked up at her in puzzlement. Her face, usually expressionless, carried subtle shifts in her features that were unexpectedly charming.

"It's nothing… hehe… I just think that sometimes, the Shogun says very cute things."

Fiore's smile carried a faint blush.

"..."

The Shogun froze at those words… She had heard such remarks before, teased by acquaintances—Ayaka, Ei, Yae Miko… Speaking of Ei, she wasn't truly a friend, but more like her guardian.

"Shogun?"

Hearing Fiore's soft call, she returned to herself.

"You seemed lost in thought just now…"

Fiore's gentle smile remained fixed on her.

"Haa… nothing. I merely recalled some memories of the past."

The Shogun shook her head faintly.

"I see… Speaking of which, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am your Master, Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia. Please just call me Fiore. For the next seven days, I hope Shogun will guide me well."

Fiore placed her cup down, her clear, melodious voice carrying practiced courtesy.

"Beelzebul. As I said before, call me Shogun."

The Shogun responded in kind, observing proper etiquette. Ei had once told her to freely use her own name, just as a mother might give everything to her daughter.

"Mm, Shogun~!"

Fiore called sweetly.

"..."

Being addressed in such a way, however, left the Shogun with a faint sense that something was amiss.

"When I entered this world… some information was implanted into my mind. Do you… know about this?"

The Shogun had always only half-understood these fragments of knowledge. Since the girl before her seemed to know more, she decided to ask.

"I see… so it's true then. They say that during summoning, modern knowledge is transmitted. I didn't think it was real…"

Fiore's tone carried faint wonder.

"What do you mean?"

"Mm—honestly, I don't really understand it either. But according to my uncle, it's something like the world itself making corrections. If languages or customs differed, communication would be troublesome, wouldn't it? Yet now, you and I can speak normally."

Fiore patiently explained to the Shogun.

"I understand. But then—how did you summon me? Through what?"

This was what the Shogun found hardest to grasp. She had no connection to this world at all. Why was she summoned? Was it because she had once used Musou Isshin to cut through the barrier of worlds?

"Shogun means the catalyst? Actually, it was a flower…"

Fiore wheeled herself to the bedside and handed her a violet box.

The Shogun opened it and saw the bellflower inside—identical to the one she wore in her hair.

Almost instinctively, she raised her hand, brushing the blossom in her hair with a puzzled expression. Then, noticing the Command Spells on Fiore's hand, she wordlessly reached out and lifted the girl's palm, gently tracing the marks with her delicate fingers.

"Mm…///"

Fiore flushed red at the touch, lowering her gaze shyly. The Shogun's cool fingertips brushing against her hand left her with an unexpectedly pleasant warmth.

Studying the three-pronged crest upon her hand, the Shogun narrowed her eyes.

"The symbol of Electro…"

"Eh? Electro…?"

Fiore asked, confused.

"It is one of the elemental sigils of Teyvat."

Over the next while, the Shogun began to tell the girl across from her about her homeland—Teyvat. She explained its Seven Nations, the Visions, and her identity as the God of Thunder. She did not, however, mention the Vision Hunt Decree—there was no need, and she feared it might leave a poor impression.

Fiore listened intently, absorbed by the Shogun's cold yet elegant voice as it recounted the stories of Teyvat.

"So that means… the Shogun is the god of Inazuma?"

After about an hour, Fiore looked at her with a face full of admiration.

"Yes. Each of the Seven Nations has its own god. This vessel is one among them."

Now standing once more by the window, the Shogun gazed at her own palm as she spoke, her tone utterly calm—as though long accustomed to this truth.

"Haa… that's wonderful."

Fiore sighed with relief.

The Shogun turned back toward her, puzzled at why she would say such a thing.

"I had always worried that my Servant might be reckless, violent, or disobedient. But knowing the Shogun's character, I feel at ease. Somehow, being with you makes me feel safe. Even in this deadly Holy Grail War, I am no longer afraid."

Fiore touched her chest, closing her eyes as she spoke from the heart.

"You overpraise me. This vessel… is not as dependable as you claim."

The Shogun sighed lightly, answering with humility.

"Hehe… Regardless, in my heart, the Shogun is reliable. Isn't that enough~?"

Fiore herself thought it strange. By any normal measure, to judge a person without true battle experience was improper. Yet the Shogun carried an undeniable charm that made her want to believe.

Chapter 10: Incarnation of Thunder — Beelzebul

"So… what information do you have?"

Kairi Sisigou didn't bother with small talk. Sitting down beside the other man, he draped his arms across the backrest and asked directly, stating the purpose of his visit. Meanwhile, Mordred and Semiramis stood at the sides of their respective Masters.

"It seems the Black Faction's Servants are already assembled."

Shirou answered calmly.

"Is that so… do you know their identities?"

"Among them, the Lancer… is presumed to be Vlad III. He should be the most dangerous."

From his breast, Shirou took out a document and handed it to Kairi.

Kairi accepted the list, scanning the names and corresponding information about each Master.

"So they did summon him after all…"

Seeing Vlad's name, he showed little surprise, as though he had already expected it.

"A Servant's strength is influenced by their local fame. Especially in Romania, he would not be summoned as a vampire, but as a hero."

"…"

Kairi's gaze lingered on the list until it reached Saber's entry. The name was left as a question mark. The Master's details, however, were clear—Fiore's photograph was printed there.

"No information on the Black Faction's Saber?"

"Unfortunately, nothing. No matter what method was used, her identity couldn't be uncovered. According to familiar observation… her appearance gives no clue to what kind of Heroic Spirit she may be. But her abilities seem related to lightning. She is female, and judging from her clothing, most likely Japanese."

Shirou shrugged helplessly.

"Oi, oi~ Saber is supposed to be the core of their camp. Isn't it too much of a coincidence that she's the only one without data?"

Kairi's expression grew complicated. Everyone else's identity was known, yet Saber alone remained blank?

"Don't worry. This is only temporary. There will be chances later to learn who she is. For the next stage of planning, this makes little difference."

Shirou spoke without concern, his expression relaxed as he reassured him.

"'Little difference,' huh… tch, fine. Then what about our side?"

"No need for worry. They are all excellent—at least, in terms of quality."

Kairi could hear the unspoken meaning beneath his words.

"Heh… thought so."

He smirked faintly, shooting a sidelong glance at the Assassin beside Shirou—Semiramis, the Empress of Assyria. Noticing his gaze, she smiled wickedly, curving her lips before turning her eyes upon Mordred.

"Tch…"

Mordred scowled, turning her head away in disdain.

"Also… the summoning of the Ruler class has been confirmed."

Shirou rose from his seat and walked toward the wall adorned with carved images, his eyes lifting toward a specific figure.

The image depicted a golden-haired woman dressed in robes, a flag in her right hand, scales in her left. A golden, sacred cross hung around her neck.

"…The fifteenth Servant, huh?"

Kairi frowned deeply, the situation clearly troublesome.

"The Ruler exists to ensure the proper execution of the Holy Grail War. That she has been summoned is only natural."

Shirou turned his face slightly, glancing back at Kairi.

"Haa… what a nuisance. The last thing I want is her eyes on me."

Kairi grumbled, rising to his feet with hands stuffed into his pockets, turning toward the exit.

"You won't meet the other Masters?"

Shirou asked.

"No need. My Saber has more than enough strength to fight alone. And I myself… am a lone wolf."

Clack…

Kairi reached the doors, pulling them open. The sunlight streamed in, scattering the heavy, suffocating chill lingering inside the chapel.

"The enemy has already formed their army in full. If you act recklessly, you'll cause trouble for us. Even so, you refuse to join forces?"

The Empress approached him, her tone half-persuasion.

"Ah… apologies, priest."

Clack…

Resolved, Kairi gave Shirou a casual farewell before stepping outside, shutting the thick wooden door behind him with a long creak.

"Seems we've earned his caution."

Returning to his seat, Shirou brushed his hair back with a rueful smile.

"Ara but I've done nothing at all"

The Empress sighed, mocking lightly.

"Heh… and we still don't know Saber's true name. That complicates things. Information disparity is the worst scenario."

"Which means we must finish the 'Garden' quickly."

The Empress touched her chin, her tone carrying a hint of mystery.

"Just a day or two will be enough. After that, things will become simple."

Leaning back against his chair, Shirou revealed a confident smile.

...

At the same time, in the Black Faction's camp—

By day, the Fortress of Millennia resembled a dreamlike manor. Beyond distant Trifas, it was surrounded by a sea of fresh green meadows and forests, a mysterious sight. A colorless breeze carried the faint aroma of age, brushing over the soft flowers and grass, producing a gentle rustle rustle sound.

Within its luxurious chambers—red carpets, noble furnishings, and walls adorned with masterpieces of art—the reflection of Grand Prince Vlad III's face shimmered in the red wine of his glass.

"Darnic, what do you think I lacked most in life?"

He swirled the wine leisurely as he posed the question to Darnic at his side.

"For someone young like me… to answer that…"

Darnic respectfully closed the stopper on his own glass, then let out a faintly self-deprecating sigh as he heard the question.

"You are a talent, capable of commanding armies. No matter the case, it was never enough."

But the Grand Prince cut him off. To him, Darnic was a shrewd man of ability, and he was quite satisfied with him.

"But… this time is different."

Darnic exhaled and began recalling, one by one, the true names of the Black Faction's Servants, reporting them to his lord.

"Archer—Chiron, the great sage of Greek mythology, teacher of all heroes."

"Rider—Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins, famed for many adventures."

"Caster—Avicebron, the Kabbalist and golem master known among magi."

"And Berserker—the frenzied creature created by the genius scientist Victor Frankenstein."

"…Then Lancer—the guardian of his nation, its king and foundation, Vlad III."

At this title, the Grand Prince did not stir, still gazing at the wine in his glass.

"Hmph… Had they been my subordinates in life, I would never have been imprisoned, nor burdened with that foul name."

Raising the cup, his eyes narrowed, his tone tinged with both regret and lingering bitterness.

"But that is the past. What matters is now—defeating the Red Faction and seizing the Holy Grail. For that, I will give my all."

He drank deeply.

"I am glad to hear such words from you."

Darnic bowed slightly.

"And Assassin?"

"She is Jack the Ripper—the killer who shook England a century ago."

"I see…"

The Grand Prince set down his glass and rose, striding to the window to gaze out upon the grassy fields and the distant forest.

"That leaves Saber…"

He murmured low.

"Yes… regarding Saber, I have some concerns."

Darnic, too, set down the wine and stepped behind him.

"That woman who calls herself a god…"

"According to Fiore's account… she appears to be a Heroic Spirit without any historical foundation."

"Oh? Without foundation?"

The Grand Prince turned, intrigued, to look at Darnic.

"Indeed. This Saber does not belong to this world. She claims to hail from a mysterious land called 'Teyvat.'"

"…Teyvat? I have never heard of such a place. Then yes, without foundation indeed."

The Grand Prince stroked his chin, clearly without a clue.

"…And she is one of that land's Seven Archons, bearing the title 'Electro Archon' ruler of mortals—the Seven who govern the world."

At these words, Darnic lifted his eyes to Vlad, who met his gaze in turn. Both carried expressions of utmost seriousness.

"She is truly a god?"

The Grand Prince's deep voice pressed the question.

"Yes… the incarnation of thunder, the God of Eternity. Her true name is Beelzebul, known among her people as the Raiden Shogun."

Chapter 63: The Strongest ‘Shackle’

In a boundless darkness, Satsuki's consciousness slowly awoke.

To call it "awakening" might not be accurate, because even if she believed herself to be awake, everything around her was still pitch black.

She could see nothing, feel nothing—there was no frame of reference for time or space at all.

What was going on?

Satsuki tried hard to recall what had happened before.

"I remember… I was cultivating that technique—Raigō: Thousand-Armed Murder…"

What happened afterward? It seemed that just as she was about to succeed, she suddenly heard a prompt.

"Hurry and leave this world, or be erased."

That familiar inorganic tone could only belong to that useless system.

"System, shouldn't you have an explanation for this?"

A square chat window appeared "before her eyes," displaying: "Well, if I said I knew nothing about this, would you believe me?"

The sender's ID was shown as: The Strongest System Across All Worlds.

"This is something we can discuss later. Right now, I need to figure out my situation." Even trapped in eternal darkness, Satsuki's tone was as calm as always.

The chat window displayed another message: "Still as bossy as ever. Then please wait a moment, Host. I'll gather some intel."

After a while, the system's chat box reappeared: "Host, I have good news and bad news. Which one would you like first?"

"You can tell me both at the same time."

Two large chat boxes immediately appeared before Satsuki.

She first looked at the one on the left. Though there was no tangible mouse or finger to scroll with, as her first-person gaze swept downward, the long content of the chat box scrolled with it. With her mental acuity, it didn't take long to fully understand everything written there. Then she quickly read through the contents of the other chat box in the same way.

With a peculiar feeling of "just as I thought," she closed the chat boxes and fell silent. At the same time, she understood the reason she had been transferred here.

It turned out that while she had been cultivating Raigō: Thousand-Armed Murder in the Naruto world, due to some "special reasons" within her soul, a mysterious transformation occurred between her and the giant she visualized. A technique that would normally only provide a moderate amplification to ordinary people, when used on her, resulted in a change far beyond imagination.

It was as if where Chiriku visualized only an ordinary bodhisattva vajra, and Hashirama Senju visualized a thousand-handed Buddha, when it came to Satsuki, the object of her visualization had already surpassed the specifications of that world.

This caused Satsuki, who was already at the ceiling of that world's power, to step further, breaking past the upper limit that world could permit. Without realizing it, she directly drew the attention of a certain "Greater Will."

At that moment, the long-dormant Strongest System Across All Worlds suddenly activated some kind of emergency measure. Not only did it autonomously issue warning messages, it even spent a vast amount of energy to produce black lightning in order to awaken Satsuki's consciousness. However, at that time her mind was at the critical stage of merging with the three-headed, six-armed giant, and she could not react to external stimuli.

Thus, according to a certain rule embedded within itself, the system forcibly activated the Time-Space Medal embedded in her consciousness. At the very moment that the Greater Will was about to lock onto Satsuki, it forcefully transferred her from that world into this one.

That was the reason she had appeared in this world.

As for why her consciousness now existed in such darkness, the system's chat window had also given an explanation.

The greatest problem in traversing all worlds lies in the mismatch of their fundamental origins. On top of that, all physical constants and derivative energy systems differ. If it had only been an ordinary living being making such a traversal, it would have been inconsequential. Since such a being carried no foreign-world energy, they would not be affected—only needing some time to adapt.

However, Satsuki was different. Having already reached the level of the Six Paths in the Naruto world, and in the end even surpassing the world's upper limits, the energy contained within her body far exceeded normal imagination. For an existence at her level, crossing into another world meant that after a successful traversal, she would inevitably have to undergo a process of readapting her energy system.

During this process, her body and energy would automatically gather information on the new world's fundamental origins, then convert her own energy into a form consistent with that world's rules.

This was the "good news" the system wanted to convey: thanks to the wise and decisive actions of the Strongest System Across All Worlds, Satsuki's life had been preserved. Now she was simply in the stage of energy adaptation, and as long as she endured this period, she would be able to continue existing in this world.

"So, you were able to control my body without my permission, right, System?"

Satsuki directly pointed out the key issue.

Although it was true her life had been saved, some questions had to be asked clearly. In fact, she already understood that the body she inhabited had originally been prepared for her by the system, so it was only to be expected that it could also control it.

"I knew it wouldn't be so easy to fool you."

Large orange text floated across the chat window, followed by another line: "That kind of emergency-triggered special mechanism isn't even something I myself understand. Just like the teleportation function last time—it only activated after you hinted at it. This time, too, with autonomous control, neither you nor I had any say. It was all carried out according to some preset program."

An existence behind the system?

Satsuki didn't pursue the question further, but she firmly engraved it into her memory.

"Let's set that topic aside for now. I'm more interested in what you mentioned as the bad news—the so-called data world. What does that mean?"

"Host, here's the situation. During your traversal, something unexpected happened to your original body. It seems to have entered a world called YGGDRASIL—a kind of full-immersion online game. Since your body had to adapt to that world's foundational settings, it automatically converted itself into data. But data alone has no meaning; it must exist on a chosen vessel. As the Strongest System Across All Worlds, it was naturally my duty to ensure your body crossed over successfully. And in order to preserve as much of your original power as possible while still fulfilling the mission of becoming the strongest across worlds, I selected the strongest template allowed by this world."

"The strongest template in a game?" Satsuki thought for a moment. "A world boss, then? And why would that be bad news?"

This time, the chat window hesitated for a long while before timidly revealing the answer.

"Because when choosing the strongest, the template I selected was a boss-type. And every game's bosses come with a fixed AI mode in the data world. In other words, beings like monsters or NPCs cannot act of their own free will…"

No free will?!

This conclusion stunned Satsuki for a moment. Only after a pause did she realize that, indeed, she had once again been tricked by the system.

No wonder she had remained in this endless darkness. No wonder she could sense that she was alive, yet could not control any senses or perceive anything. If it were merely the process of energy transformation, it would not have left her in such a state of complete detachment from the outside world.

The truth was she had been trapped inside the body of a so-called "strongest" boss, waiting for some future player-protagonists to defeat her and loot piles of equipment.

...

After a moment of silence, Satsuki "took a deep breath" and forcefully cast aside her negative emotions. Calmly, she asked: "Then is there any way for me to gain the ability to act of my own will?"

This time, the chat window appeared without delay.

"There are two possible ways. One is to let the Time-Space Medal accumulate energy on its own. Once it activates its traversal ability again, in the next world you would regain autonomous control—assuming you don't encounter another special foundational setting. This process would take about three years. The second way is to wait until this data world undergoes a major transformation, and then use my power to transfer this entire world into another real world. That way you could retain the strongest data template while also regaining self-control."

Hearing this, Satsuki secretly let out a breath of relief. "As long as there's a way, that's fine. Since the Time-Space Medal's energy accumulation will take three years, we can set that aside for now. In the second method, what do you mean by the data world undergoing a major transformation?"

"For example, server shutdown, server merges, or similar situations."

"How long until this game shuts down?"

The system's chat window responded quickly: "According to the intelligence I've gathered, this game only has one year of lifespan left."

"One year."

"So I can't do anything right now?"

The chat window appeared again.

"Not exactly. Although you cannot currently control this body, because you traversed with your physical body, you retained the Tenseigan ability from the Naruto world. You can project your consciousness outward. However, since the energy conversion is incomplete, your other abilities remain sealed. Also, this projected consciousness cannot yet interfere directly with the data world."

Consciousness projection ability?

Satsuki thought for a moment. Indeed, in the original movie, Toneri Ōtsutsuki initially projected his consciousness into puppets he controlled. Though Toneri at the time did not possess the Tenseigan, it seemed that now, having awakened the golden Tenseigan, she also possessed a similar ability.

"This works as well. At least I'll be able to know the condition and state of this body."

With that thought, Satsuki stirred her consciousness. In the midst of this dark void, a massive golden pupil suddenly appeared, its familiar six-petaled flower pattern slowly revolving in its dazzling golden radiance—it was the very Tenseigan she had awakened in the Naruto world.

Satsuki directed her consciousness toward the great eye. The instant they made contact, an infinite brilliance burst forth, dispersing the endless darkness completely. When the light faded, Satsuki found she had regained the ability to observe the outside world, for she could hear faint, incomprehensible murmurs from beyond.

As her vision gradually returned, she finally saw her current state—it was that of a colossal three-headed, six-armed giant statue over a hundred meters tall.

The statue's form was exactly the same as the giant she had visualized before. Its body ceaselessly emanated profound fluctuations and terrifying destructive energy. Centered on the giant, in a vast open field stretching to unknown distances, countless figures—whether humanoid monks in various robes or strange beings of bizarre appearance—knelt in their most devout postures, endlessly worshiping the colossal statue in the sky.

After sweeping her gaze around, Satsuki fixed her eyes on the giant statue. Instinct told her that the massive statue was her current body. Thus her consciousness flew toward it and touched the statue.

At once, her vision blurred. A strange, blasphemous Sanskrit chant sounded by her ear. Although it wasn't any language Satsuki knew, she was astonished to discover she could understand its meaning.

Though filled with countless adjectives and repetitive phrases, the core message of the chant boiled down to only a few sentences.

After unconsciously murmuring two of those sentences, a massive projection window suddenly appeared within her vision.

"What's this?" Satsuki shifted her gaze toward the upper-left corner of the window, where a small notification bar was displayed.

"Shitennō Heaven?"

Chapter 150: Seeds of Suspicion and the Commissioner Poised to Strike

At the end of the ghoul restaurant's District D escape passage lay an unregistered, privately-dug tunnel that connected to Tokyo's sewer drainage system, an underground web as complex as a spider's nest.

In the dim light, murky sewage gushed forth. The rotting corpses of rodents drifted away with the rising rainwater, emitting waves of stench. Suddenly, deafening explosions and a string of gunfire erupted, sending startled, light-fearing scavengers and bottom-dwelling creatures scurrying in chaos.

"I will never let you through!!"

Splurt! Wading through the filthy sewage, Amon Koutarou roared, swinging his dark blue, long-handled heavy Quinque shaped like a blunt weapon. It narrowly missed the black-eyed girl's cheek and slammed heavily into the wall behind her.

Boom-crack!

The wall couldn't withstand the force of the heavy Quinque. Rubble burst outward, leaving a massive hole as cracks spread.

With a sidelong glance toward the white-eyed girl, Amon flexed his wrist, driving the blade forward with explosive force. He lunged five or six meters to pursue the black-eyed girl, the Quinque dragging chunks of fractured concrete with it, scattering debris as it swept forward.

Stones cut through the air, forcing her to block instinctively with her Kagune. Shards pelted the walls, plop plop in the sewage, echoing.

Dust filled the passage.

"Damn it! They're here too—how did the CCG find out?! Why didn't I hear a thing?!"

A blonde noblewoman, wearing glasses and a masquerade mask, clad in a fur-collared gown, shrieked in hysteria as dirty water splashed her legs. She hadn't finished when—rat-tat-tat!—a string of bullets ripped toward her.

CCG investigators, along with North American counter-ghoul operatives, lay in ambush, holding favorable positions and pouring suppressive fire.

That hysterical noblewoman, clearly not a fighter but being guarded closely, stood out as a VIP regular of the ghoul restaurant. She was one of those high-society ghouls deeply embedded in human society, and thus a prime target.

Bullets crisscrossed. Dust and stone sprayed as walls cracked with savage bullet holes. Some struck steel beams, sparking bursts of fire.

In an instant, the largest ghoul in the passage, a bare-chested brute with his face covered, was riddled by more than a dozen Q-bullets. He collapsed, groaning twice: "Mama…"

Then silence. Even in death, he clutched a bloodstained hand saw tightly.

Seeing this, the noblewoman wailed: "Ah, my precious baby—!"

Before she could finish, the white-eyed girl shoved her back.

The sustained suppressive fire forced the ghouls shielding the noblewoman to keep leaping about, releasing Kagune to block bullets, rolling to evade, burning through stamina in a passive struggle.

In such a narrow passage, against firepower density far surpassing past CCG operations, even an A-rated Koukaku ghoul struggled to break through. S-rated ghouls perhaps could—but investigators specialized in close-combat Quinque executions weren't fools.

"Commander Russell orders—block those two one-eyed ghouls."

"Yes, sir!"

The speaker, a North American counter-ghoul operative, was a towering 1.9-meter-tall black-and-white mixed-blood giant. Muscles bulged against his uniform as he wielded a heavy Quinque shaped like a German medieval poleaxe. He struck down upon the neck of an S-rated ghoul who had just broken the blockade under fire.

Even as the ghoul collapsed, he swiftly drew a Smith & Wesson M460 from his hip holster. Bang, bang, bang! Three shots at point-blank range—0.46-caliber custom magnum Q-bullets exploded across the target's face, splattering blood.

Cooperating beside him, another operative swung a Viking axe-shaped Quinque, cleaving down, sending the bleeding head rolling across the ground.

A mass American-style execution.

The sounds of snapping necks and shattered bones echoed as fleeing ghouls fell one after another.

They toppled like cut wheat.

"Madam A!"

Exposed to the CCG's firing lines, the white-eyed girl abandoned her duel with Amon to shield the panicked blonde noblewoman. From her lower back, four dark-red Rinkaku Kagune lashed out like tendrils. Fighting while retreating, she pushed her charge into the ghoul restaurant's escape corridor beyond CCG's line of fire.

"Commander Russell orders—mark those two one-eyed ghouls as priority targets. They must not escape!"

Boom, boom!

Two 40mm offensive impact grenades launched, bang, bang!—two violent explosions rocked the entire tunnel. Murky water splashed, mixed with rubble and sand, as thunderous echoes left everyone's head ringing. Several B-rated ghoul guards screamed as they fell.

A wave of odorless gas spread out. The white-eyed girl groaned, her movements faltering.

"This is… filled with CRc gas?!"

In that brief moment of slowed motion, a precise marksman struck her shoulder. The Q-bullet tore through, ripping her outfit, blood and shredded flesh staining the wall behind her.

"Shiro!!"

The black-eyed girl's expression changed drastically as she fought Amon.

"Don't get in my way!"

Her four Rinkaku tendrils suddenly bulged with blood. Two blocked Amon's heavy Quinque sword, halting his force, while the other two coiled together like a steel whip and lashed out.

Whip—!

Instinctively, Amon raised his blade to block.

Clang!! Sparks burst where the crimson Kagune clashed with the dark blue Quinque, shining clearly in the gloomy sewer.

Agony shot through his palms, his grip tearing as his body was hurled backward by the tremendous force, slamming into the wall.

"Rank-1 Amon!"

"I'm fine. Leave them to me—prioritize blocking the others!"

Falling hard onto the ground, blood seeped from his mouth. Gritting his teeth, Amon wiped it away and stood again.

He glared at the black-and-white sisters, their crimson Kagune flailing wildly.

"Why?"

Stepping into the center of the muddy sewer, blocking the exit, Amon gripped his heavy sword tightly and demanded again.

"Kurona Yasuhisa, Nashiro Yasuhisa—you were once outstanding CCG Academy investigator trainees. Why have you become ghouls?! Why stand with this trash?!"

He didn't know what the Yasuhisa sisters had gone through, what misfortunes or helpless circumstances, but one thing he was certain of: back in the Academy, they had not been ghouls.

As a new investigator himself, he had once returned to the Academy to lecture a few classes. The sisters' excellence had left him a deep impression.

Before graduation, they disappeared. Learning of this, Amon had even asked his superiors about their situation. He never received a clear answer—only vague mention of family circumstances. Never did he imagine their reunion would be like this.

And turning humans… into ghouls?

What technology was that?

Could it be that all ghouls were once human? Was someone manufacturing ghouls from the shadows? Or was this the inevitable result of human scientific progress—an experiment in half-ghoul research? Why would the sisters willingly become ghouls? And why one-eyed? Was there a connection to the One-Eyed Owl?

Since breaking their masks and recognizing them, countless questions had plagued Amon.

The more he thought, the colder his palms grew, dread rising from terrifying possibilities.

Nor was it only Amon. Other investigators present—many themselves Academy graduates—couldn't help imagining the worst upon seeing the Yasuhisa sisters' current state.

Humans becoming ghouls?

The seed of suspicion was already planted…

"There is no why, Amon-senpai. You know nothing. The sins of the CCG…"

"As you see, we've abandoned our human identity."

Clutching her wounded shoulder, Nashiro looked calmly at the senior she once admired. "This twisted world—we lost interest long ago."

"We don't want to hurt you. But please, don't stop us, Amon-senpai."

Protectively standing before her injured sister like a mother beast, Kurona's left eye glowed crimson. Her four Rinkaku tendrils lashed the concrete floor left and right, pounding with booming cracks, splitting the ground.

"You're the ones forcing me."

Amon's hands trembled around the heavy sword, yet he still couldn't bring himself to strike them down.

"I don't want to kill you. Hand over Madam A, the 'talent' supplier. Stop resisting. Tell me everything that happened to you. Perhaps… I can plead with Special Class Russell on your behalf…"

The Yasuhisa sisters gave no answer to Amon.

"Kurona, this is bad. The CCG reinforcements will be here any moment. We must escape quickly. We have to inform 'Father' of this incident. Madam A must be abandoned…"

"Mm. But, Nashiro, your wound—"

"It's fine. I inhaled a bit of CRc gas, but the concentration isn't high. I'll recover."

Their words made their stance clear.

Rinkaku tendrils whipped the ground. With Kagune eyes glowing, the Yasuhisa sisters kicked off, bodies shooting forward like arrows loosed from a bow, lunging at Amon.

"Haaah—!"

Amon swung his heavy sword repeatedly, slashing, chopping, striking. His blade hammered against the flailing Rinkaku tendrils again and again, filling the sewer with muffled crashes.

The battle raged fiercely. Though holding his ground, the sisters showed no joy.

Step step step—from the far end of the tunnel, more and more CCG reinforcements arrived. Were these the forces that American White Dove, Vela Russell, had dispatched after Amon's report?

"Though the backup plan wasn't needed, to hold out so long against two S-rated ghouls working in perfect tandem—without even killing intent—your disciple has done well, Mado."

"You—you are—ahhh!"

A cold, unfamiliar female voice was followed by Madam A's terrified cry.

The Yasuhisa sisters paled.

No—had the CCG's main strike force already arrived? So quickly? What of the SS-rated 'Big Madam'? Had the restaurant's ghouls already been annihilated?

Crash! A figure smashed through the iron gate of the escape tunnel, tracing a clean arc before crashing heavily into the waterway, skipping across the surface before slamming into the wall.

"Mado, Madam A is yours to interrogate."

"Understood."

A neurotic male voice.

Bang, bang.

Black armored gauntlets bent the shattered iron gate apart. Out of the rising dust, a woman in black armor stepped forward, leading Kureo Mado and a squad of heavily armed investigators.

"One-eyed ghouls, what is your connection to the One-Eyed King of Aogiri Tree? And your Kagune reminds me of a certain long-lost figure—the 'Binge Eater.' In Ward 20, the 'Binge Eater' committed heinous crimes. I pursued her thoroughly, yet came up empty."

Vela studied the sisters with intrigued eyes.

Kurona Yasuhisa. Nashiro Yasuhisa.

Their mirrored physiques, their short bob cuts and hoodies matching their names—one black, one white—and even their single Kagune eyes, each on opposite sides.

Vela advanced slowly, unhurried.

Behind her, Kureo Mado's new team followed, delivering finishing blows to corpses one by one. Amidst the tearing of flesh, she closed to within fifteen steps and asked knowingly:

"And you two—you were turned into ghouls from humans, weren't you? Coincidence. Dr. Chigyou and I have a project exploring just such results. Your Kagune—it came from the 'Binge Eater,' didn't it? Tell me, where is she? Who performed the surgery? How did CCG's technology leak to the outside?"

Schwing—

Calm as water, Vela raised [Black Abyss IV].

Kurona clenched her teeth, pressing her Rinkaku low, eyes blazing with fury.

"Don't even think about it! You Washuu lapdog, hypocrite in disguise! All ghoul problems are because of you—"

Before she could finish, a black flash filled her vision. Pain struck. Bang!

Kurona was blasted away like a cannonball, her back slamming against the battered wall. Dust rained down as she vomited a mouthful of blood, bones broken, agony and dizziness leaving her unable to rise.

Her Rinkaku tendrils, too, receded.

Fast. Too fast!

Faster than any ghoul, any investigator, even the experimental subjects she had faced in 'Father's' lab. She couldn't react at all…

Then, as her eyes lifted, unbearable terror swept through every nerve in her body.

"No—no! Nashiro, run…"

"Kurona! Let go—mmphhh!"

Vela casually drew back her leg. Facing Nashiro Yasuhisa's charge, her blade flashed—blood splattered as she dismembered the girl's Kagune with ease, as if teasing a pet. With one hand she seized the screaming girl and hurled her down before Kurona, pressing the black spear-blade across her delicate neck. Blood trickled down her throat.

"Now, can we speak properly?"

"If you don't want to watch your only family dissected alive and made into a Quinque."

Her foot pinning Nashiro, Vela crouched slightly, calm as ever. "I ask, you answer. Understood?"

"I'm in a good mood today. You should know who I am. Tell me everything you know. Judging by your hatred, perhaps I can play the role of belated arbiter of justice."

"Special Class Russell, they are…"

Amon looked uneasily at the scene, just about to speak, when Kureo Mado tugged his sleeve. His expression stern, he said: "Still too naive, Amon. Even if they were once fine Academy trainees, now they are ghouls. They no longer have any rights, no political standing. Guilty or innocent, forced or not—it isn't ours to decide."

"But, Sensei, Nashiro and Kurona, they—"

Amon swallowed his words, throat tight.

"I'll cooperate! Please, let Shiro go…"

Kurona, pinned by pain, struggled to rise but fell back down. Only able to lift her head, voice hoarse and breaking, she shouted: "The 'Binge Eater's' location, everything about the Washuu clan, the half-ghoul surgery… it was Kanou Akihiro! Yes, Kanou performed the surgery on me. Release Shiro! Kill me if you must—I'll tell you everything I know!"

"Good. Sisterly love."

Vela nodded with satisfaction.

Words alone were not her specialty.

Beat them first to sober the Rc-addled mind. Then threaten what they hold most dear. The effect was immediate.

"Mado, record the name Kanou Akihiro. Place him under key surveillance."

The wedge to pry at the Washuu clan's rule over the CCG was now in her hands.

"Inform Rank-2 Suzuya Juuzou—there are two former Academy trainees suspected as ghouls. I want him on-site to confirm their identities. Also notify Special Class Shinohara. He'll be interested. Outstanding investigator candidates… turned ghouls."

"Yes, Ma'am. Hm? Report from Ward A—they've located the SS-rated 'Big Madam.' Credit goes to Rank-2 Suzuya. Special Class Shinohara is leading Hirako, Fura, and Associate Special Class Hachikawa in an extermination op. A victory report should come soon."

Hearing that the SS-rated Big Madam's head would be claimed by others, Vela showed no change of expression.

This wasn't some divine game. Who took the kill didn't matter.

"So. They're all here? Good. Then let them all hear it—the explosive inside story of Tokyo's CCG. True or false, it doesn't matter. Seems my role as Special Commissioner with full investigative authority is finally of use."

Nodding, Vela swept her hand. Pointing at the sisters, she ordered: "Inject Rc cell suppressants. Take them away."

Chapter 231: In the Deep End , the Prison of the Herrschers

It turned out that money might not be the strongest power, but it was certainly one of the most versatile.

In less than half an hour—

"Miss Eden, on behalf of Fire Moth, I welcome your joining us. From now on, you are one of the council members."

Mei gritted her teeth as she welcomed Eden's entry. Her appearance of bowing to money left the Miss Pink Elf behind her completely shaken, utterly unable to understand.

"Mei, what are you doing, Mei!"

Elysia was panicking.

That bad woman Eden had come here for Elias! How could Mei let the wolf in just for a little money? Wasn't Mei also fond of Elias?

"Shut up, Elysia. You don't understand how tight Fire Moth's finances are right now! Do you think I wanted to agree? She simply offered far too much!"

Mei's face was filled with despair.

Did she want to let this obvious rival join them? No, but she truly had no other choice!

Right now, Mei was not just a scientist, but also one of the top leaders of Fire Moth.

If the Previous Era were compared to a kingdom, then Elias would be the war god king who could defeat Herrschers head-on, while Dr. Mei would be the grand strategist.

She had to be the calmest and wisest, maintaining stability and development at home while the king went off to battle.

It could be said that with Elias present, humanity had both the will and confidence to defeat the Honkai.

And with Mei present, Fire Moth would never make wrong decisions, always following in Elias' footsteps.

"I'm sorry, Elias, truly sorry. Our funds are really in dire straits recently, I had no choice but to do this…"

Mei hung her head apologetically toward Elias.

Leading an organization was not like conducting scientific research.

In the latter case, if funding ran out, she could just ask her superiors for more. But in the former, she had to allocate resources properly. And for a massive organization like Fire Moth, there were always areas lacking funds.

But who could Mei ask for money? After all, they were an organization fighting against the Honkai. They couldn't exactly point cannons at the United Nations and force them to cough up more funding, could they?

Well, actually, the United Nations couldn't provide money anymore. Fire Moth had long since surpassed all political organizations, becoming the absolute and sole voice of humanity.

They had already completed their overthrow of the old order.

Mei's current position was basically equal to humanity's leader, though she still had Elias above her.

Being a corrupt leader would be fun.

But being a qualified leader was exhausting!

Ever since taking this seat, Mei had been pinching every penny. Recently she had even revoked Mobius' unlimited funding privileges, cutting them down significantly.

(Snake very angry.)

And after merging with Helixcraft, although Fire Moth's strength had grown, the number of areas needing funding had also increased. Mei had been fretting about where to find money.

Then suddenly Eden, the super-rich lady, showed up to deliver funds—and her only request was to join Fire Moth and get closer to Elias.

Even knowing Eden's intentions, Mei couldn't refuse. There was no helping it—the amount offered was simply too much!

"It's fine, Mei. I don't mind."

Elias raised his hand and patted Mei's head. So what if there was now another stunning beauty eyeing him nearby? He truly didn't mind at all.

"By the way, how much did Eden give?"

"Fifty billion euros… and that's just the first payment."

"Hissss—!"

Elias sucked in a sharp breath. So this was the wealth of the Flame-Chaser with the Signet of [Gold]? Fifty billion euros as just the entry fee!

Eden smiled slightly, as if it were pocket change.

"Actually, I originally intended to buy all of Fire Moth outright. But you turned out to be even larger than I imagined. Even with all my assets, I could only purchase less than a third, so I had to settle for this instead."

"Buying Fire Moth? Only Eden would dare to think like that. The boldness of the wealthy really is overwhelming."

Elias' lips twitched as he laughed bitterly, while Eden shook her head. She too felt her wealth was excessive.

In truth, Eden had never pursued riches. She simply displayed her talents to the world, and wealth naturally poured into her pockets. (A certain Kojima explodes with envy.)

She also understood that no matter how much money she had, it was still just an external possession. Money was versatile, but it was far from omnipotent. For example…

"Elias, if I wanted to buy an entire day of your time, how much would I need to pay? Name your price—whether it's one hundred million, one billion, or even ten billion, I won't bargain."

Eden suddenly spoke up, the very picture of a domineering CEO pursuing a handsome young man.

"Uh, why so sudden, Eden? I don't really care much about money. As long as it's enough to live on, that's fine."

"…I knew you'd say that."

There were still people in the world unmoved by wealth. Eden gazed at Elias with satisfaction. No matter how many mountains of gold she possessed, none of it could buy even a single day of Elias' time.

However…

"Then, can I occupy one of your days? I'd like to invite you to my home, to have a proper discussion about art and music."

"Of course. I'd be glad to."

Elias agreed without hesitation.

Eden's eyes grew softer and more admiring. Things that not even tens of billions could make him agree to, he accepted with just a simple invitation.

In her career, she had seen countless people betray for wealth. Few could truly place their feelings above money. Such people were rarer and more dazzling than gold itself.

"Ahem… Miss Eden, about the fifty billion—when will it…"

Mei coughed lightly, reminding the wealthy lady to make the payment.

She herself had little interest in money, but reality was reality—Fire Moth needed funds to pay its vast number of members. She certainly didn't want to be strung up on a lamp post one day.

"Oh, don't worry. It will be transferred today."

"That's good. You're truly generous."

Mei instantly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the suffocating finances would finally be saved. At least next month she wouldn't need to cut Mobius' research budget just to pay wages.

Although it was frustrating, she really did have to thank Elias for drawing in this wealthy lady. But in truth…

Even without paying, Eden could still have joined.

In fact, Fire Moth would have begged her to join.

Because while Eden wasn't a combatant, she possessed something even more valuable than combat ability—her unparalleled fame!

In this Previous Era where the entire population were fans of Eden, Fire Moth having her meant they held the voice of the people. They were preparing to officially announce the existence of the Honkai.

Even with careful preparation, panic among the populace was inevitable. But if Eden herself spoke out to reassure them, the problem could be solved immediately.

And it didn't stop there.

Eden's voice could grant hope. For those who had suffered tragedy from the Honkai, the songstress with the Signet of [Gold] could grant them the strength to keep living.

Elias had already witnessed Eden's ability to stir emotions with her songs. If she wished, she could arouse whatever feelings lay in people's hearts—

Sadness, joy, will to live, battle fervor, and more.

Thus, Eden was essentially a wide-area support unit, able to buff countless people at once. With her around, Fire Moth would never again need to worry about unstable public morale.

Mei: "Honestly, Eden is way more useful than Elysia. We've welcomed a powerful rival… To balance things out, why not just expel Elysia?"

Elysia: "???"

Listen to yourself, Mei-chan—does that sound human to you?!

"Anyway, Elias is more than enough to deal with Herrschers. We now have more fusion warriors too, and with Helixcraft's mech armies, our military power is already excessive. So… cutting off the pink glutton who makes food so expensive wouldn't be a problem at all!"

The more Mei spoke, the more tempted she became. In the eyes of the strategist, her gaze glimmered with the cold light of absolute rationality.

Elysia was indeed strong—strong in every sense! But with their combat power already abundant and the situation of the Previous Era looking bright, whether this pink elf stayed or not hardly made a difference.

Now Elias, Kevin, and even Kosma and Sakura all had the strength to take on Herrschers one-on-one. So why not just dismiss Elysia and save the cafeteria an extra mouth to feed?

"Waaah, Elias, Mei is bullying me!"

Seeing herself being targeted, Elysia dove straight into Elias' arms, seeking protection.

"Uh… Mei, don't scare Ely like that."

"Tch, Elias spoils Elysia again. Just once, spoil me too… (muttering softly)."

Mei turned her head away unhappily. She thought today really was a bad day—not only had she failed to eliminate the pink elf, but now a brand new rival had appeared.

And somehow, Mei also felt deeply embarrassed.

So much time had passed, yet she still hadn't managed to win Elias over. For some inexplicable reason, she always felt this was shameful, though she herself couldn't quite understand why.

(Raiden Mei: "Pathetic! You wear my same face, and yet after all this time you still haven't claimed Elias. Not only did you not take his first time in this era, but not even his second—or maybe even third. What a waste of my face!")

In the end, thanks to sheer financial power, Eden successfully joined Fire Moth—landing directly in a council seat. Theoretically, she had even become Miss Pink Elf's superior.

In this timeline, the two could no longer be close friends. Eden, who in destiny was the ultimate Elysia-fan, had now become the ultimate Elias-fan, shifting her devotion from the Church of Ely to the Church of Eli.

Elysia had, to her sorrow, lost a best friend but gained a powerful rival.

After that, the pink elf stuck even closer to Elias, unwilling to leave his side even for a moment—afraid some vixen would jump out of a hidden corner to steal him away.

But the result was… she could only block the snake.

Sakura was quick enough to sneak her chances every time Elysia let her guard down for even a moment.

Hua, still thick-headed as ever, hadn't even realized her own feelings toward a certain someone. Whether she guarded or not didn't matter—in fact, even Griseo's progress was advancing faster than that of this flat-chested immortal.

As for Eden, despite being a superstar of the era, she never signed with any agency and had always been independent. When she held concerts was entirely up to her, so she had plenty of free time to seek out Elias.

And Mei… she too had been spurred into action recently, hastening her own attempts to win over a certain someone.

Incidentally, although thanks to Eden, Fire Moth was flush with money again, Mei still hadn't restored Mobius' research budget.

Mei: "It took so much effort to shave it down bit by bit. Restoring it would waste all that progress. Absolutely not."

Thus, the world where only Mobius suffered was completed.

Mobius: "***********"

...

Months later—

At the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, a lightless prison was finally completed a few days ago.

Built with the full effort of the Previous Era's greatest genius inventor, Vill-V, it was the strongest prison in history. Even if Mark Defriest himself came, escape would be impossible.

Its name—The Deep End!

The entire prison was constructed of soulium, filled with countless weapons designed against Elias that had all failed in trials. It could be said that as long as one was still human, escape was absolutely impossible. After all…

This was a prison created to imprison gods!

And yet…

Boom—!

With a thunderous crash, the gate of The Deep End was blown wide open. A white figure escaped, relying on nothing but sheer physical strength to resist the crushing water pressure and burst up to the surface of the sea.

"Five minutes and thirty-one seconds. Escape successful. Elias, honestly now—how much of your power did you actually use?"

"…Seventy percent."

"I don't believe you for a second! You didn't even break a sweat!"

Vill-V, utterly broken, flung her pocket watch aside—only for Elias to casually catch it with ease.

"Are you kidding me?! My Deep End prison was designed to suppress even Judgment-level Honkai Beasts without issue—so why can you escape so easily?!"

...

Vill-V scratched her head as she studied the blueprints, wondering where the flaw lay. Yet though troubled, her eyes still burned with fiery excitement.

Her ultimate goal now was to construct a little black room capable of imprisoning Elias—lock him inside, then go in herself, and the two of them would never come out for the rest of their lives!

(Raiden Mei / Dark Seele: "A true soulmate!")

After undergoing the Meta-Morph surgery, Vill-V had completely mastered the ability of thought segmentation.

She split her consciousness and created personas besides her original self: the Conductor, the Magician, the Expert, the Occultist, the Flavorful, the Elias-Weapon Model-15, and Pure Evil.

A total of eight personalities.

The Pure Evil occupied half of her mental space, but even with the remaining half divided among the other seven, each still retained the level of a genius.

Elias had often sighed, thinking perhaps Vill-V's talent was the strongest of all. If she ever focused all of it in one direction, she might even qualify to join the Genius Society of that other world across the stars.

But recently, it seemed Vill-V had sliced herself again—splitting off yet another strange personality…

"Just wait, Elias! I'll definitely turn the Deep End into a prison even you can't escape from!"

"What's even the point of that? Honestly!"

Elias rolled his eyes. To lock him up? Even if it was Vill-V saying so, it was pure fantasy.

Forget that there was no material in the world capable of stopping him—even soulium he could shatter with a single punch. Just with the Herrscher of the Void's portals and quantum shifting, he was already the freest person alive.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, Vill-V. You've done well enough already. I think the Deep End is more than sufficient to imprison Herrschers."

Elias spoke earnestly. At least for now, it could hold any Herrscher encountered—even the Herrscher of the Void.

For according to his advice, Vill-V had installed a device within the Deep End called the [Imaginary Interferometer].

This device could release a special electromagnetic field that disrupted the connection between Herrscher Core and imaginary space, twisting their "pathways" and throwing the Honkai energy inside them into chaos, making it difficult to use Authority.

It could be called a Herrscher's nemesis. Though against Elias himself the output was far too weak—after all, no matter how strong the Imaginary Interferometer was, it couldn't simultaneously disrupt seven Herrscher Cores.

"Thanks for the compliment, but it's only theoretically possible. We don't know if it really works—unless you bring me a Herrscher to lock up for testing."

Vill-V said it jokingly. In this world, those who could face a Herrscher head-on were few enough to count on one hand. And of those, only Elias had ever single-handedly slain one. As for capturing one alive…

Even she, with all her madness, had never dared to imagine such a thing.

But just then—

[Alert! Alert! Honkai Eruption detected! Honkai Eruption detected! The Sixth Herrscher has appeared! MANTIS squads, prepare for deployment immediately! Captain Elias, prepare to depart at once for North Ursus!!]

Elias and Vill-V both turned sharply toward the communicator. The former instinctively noted the time, then curved his lips into a grin.

"My great inventor, fix up the Deep End before I return. We've just been handed a Herrscher to test your masterpiece on."

"No problem! Leave it to me!!"

Vill-V was so excited she could hardly contain herself. Hoisting her tool kit, she leapt straight into the sea.

Chapter 537: Different Alarm Sounds, Ringing at the Same Time

Kotomi likes me… Kotomi likes me… Kotomi likes me…

Even while asleep, Tomoka Yuigahama felt like her heart kept repeating those six words: Kotomi likes me. After all, last night, when Kotomi thought she was asleep, the actions she took and the words she said had been far too shocking for Tomoka.

As Tomoka was slowly waking up in the morning, her hand instinctively reached to the side. Finding it empty, she suddenly jolted awake, thinking Kotomi Izumi had already left. She hurriedly opened her eyes, wanting to go look for her.

At the very least, if you're leaving, you should wake me up and say something!

Though she didn't voice it, Tomoka couldn't deny deep down that she loved the feeling of Kotomi being by her side.

Whether it was last night when they discussed illustrations together in the small room, or when circumstances forced them to sleep in the same bed, Tomoka couldn't help feeling reluctant for it to end. She was a strong single mother, but behind that strength, she still longed for someone to accompany and support her in the quiet of night.

Before she could even sit up, Tomoka suddenly felt as though someone was lying in her arms. She rubbed her eyes and glanced at the empty space beside her, then lowered her head and gently lifted the blanket. Somehow, Kotomi—who should have been sleeping next to her—had ended up nestled right in her arms.

"K-Kotomi?!"

Seeing Kotomi sleeping soundly in her embrace, with a peaceful expression on her face, Tomoka exclaimed in surprise. Then she quickly shut her mouth, afraid of waking Kotomi—after all, it was only five in the morning.

Thinking it over, Tomoka soon realized she shouldn't be too surprised.

The last time Kotomi had stayed at the Yuigahama house, she slept in Yui Yuigahama's bedroom, sharing the same bed. Kotomi slept like a log, while Yui was so blissful she barely slept at all.

Her mind was full of thoughts like: When they get married, should Kotomi take her surname, or should she take Kotomi's?

Yuka wanted Kotomi to marry in as her sister-in-law, so naturally she hoped Kotomi would take their surname and become Kotomi Yuigahama.

But Yui thought: As long as Kotomi is happy, either way is fine!

While Yui lay awake, giddy with excitement, Kotomi slept soundly, unbothered by anything. She wasn't picky about pillows or beds. Even if it was her first time sleeping there, she had no trouble falling asleep. Once she got under the blanket, she would drift off within seconds.

But once asleep, Kotomi's sleeping posture… became rather restless.

One of the reasons she preferred double beds was because she loved rolling around while she slept. On a single bed, she'd risk falling off easily.

Even though Yui was already in high school, she still had the habit of kicking off the blanket. Every night when Tomoka stayed up late drawing, before she went to bed she would stop by Yui's room and cover her daughter with the blanket again.

That night, Tomoka had gone as usual to check on Yui. She had planned only to peek in and leave after making sure Yui was covered properly. But as soon as she entered, she saw Kotomi sprawled on top of Yui, fast asleep, while Yui wore an expression of pure bliss.

Tomoka had been left speechless, silently closing the door, thinking: I'll just… pretend I didn't see that.

It was then that she realized Kotomi had a habit of rolling around in her sleep.

And now, seeing Kotomi sleeping comfortably in her own arms, Tomoka understood perfectly well why she had ended up there.

"You really are such an adorable little one that no matter what you do, it feels cute." Tomoka whispered softly with a gentle smile, brushing away the snow-white strands of hair that had almost slipped into Kotomi's mouth and tucking them behind her ear.

After lying in bed for another ten minutes, Tomoka finally sat up. She carefully pulled the blanket over Kotomi to keep her warm, then tiptoed out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

First, Tomoka Yuigahama began making breakfast for Kotomi. In just a few dozen minutes, the alarm Kotomi had set for six o'clock would go off. For breakfast, Tomoka decided to make ramen, since last night during their illustration discussion, Kotomi had casually mentioned that she loved ramen—especially ramen paired with fried rice.

But there was no leftover rice at home. Cooking rice first and then stir-frying it would take too much time. So Tomoka decided to just make ramen.

"Kotomi likes the fish cakes in ramen. I think I still have some in the fridge… Ah, found them."

After gathering the ingredients, Tomoka set a pot of water on the stove. Although she hadn't cooked for a while, making ramen wasn't beyond her skills.

The key to ramen is the soup base. If you want it to taste good, most of the time is spent simmering the broth. Thankfully, these days, whether online or in convenience stores and supermarkets, you can easily buy instant ramen soup bases that, once added to the pot, taste almost as good as what you'd get in a ramen shop.

"Yui was the one who usually used these before. I didn't expect it to be this convenient. All you have to do is prepare the toppings and noodles, bring the water to a boil, and then add the instant soup base." After glancing at the instructions, Tomoka began cooking.

She made two bowls first. As for Yui and Yuka's portions, she would wait until they woke up before cooking theirs. If ramen is cooked too early, both taste and texture suffer, and the soup runs low. Of course, there are exceptions—like Kotomi, who actually preferred ramen with very little soup.

Kotomi loved soupy, almost paste-like ramen. Especially when she could take half of it, pour it over fried rice, or add skewered meat or chicken drumsticks into it.

After setting the two steaming bowls of ramen on the table, Tomoka glanced at the clock. Only a minute remained until six. She washed her hands, placed the chopsticks and spoons neatly, and then tiptoed back to the bedroom. Just as she pushed the door open, the alarm went off.

Beep beep beep

Doo doo doo—

Two completely different alarm sounds rang out at exactly the same time. Kotomi immediately sat up from bed the moment she heard them, instinctively shutting off her alarm in one smooth motion. Such practiced movements clearly came from countless mornings of turning it off and going back to sleep—only to end up late for class.

After silencing her alarm, Kotomi frowned. Why was there still another alarm ringing? She turned her head and saw that Tomoka's phone had also been set to go off at the same time. Looking toward Tomoka, who was standing by the bedroom door, just about to step in, Kotomi gave an embarrassed smile.

How had the two of them, without any discussion, set their alarms for the exact same time?

"Good morning, Aunt Tomoka."

"Breakfast is ready—it's ramen. Want to eat together?"

"Yes!"

In the kitchen, Kotomi Izumi and Tomoka Yuigahama sat face to face, eating ramen.

"How is it? There wasn't enough time to simmer broth, so I used instant soup base."

"It's good. I like the tonkotsu flavor."

"Phew…" Seeing Kotomi enjoy it, Tomoka finally sighed in relief. "I was worried you might not like instant food."

"How could that be? It's not like I grew up only eating gourmet food. Some people say instant food has no soul, but I think if you've had a long day or are short on time, being able to quickly eat a hot meal like this is perfect. I don't care about whether it has soul or not—as long as it tastes good and fills me up, that's enough."

Kotomi shrugged with a small smile. Though her parents were wealthy, they had never pampered their two daughters.

That sort of life where you rinsed your mouth every morning with expensive milk and sat down to a breakfast spread as grand as an imperial banquet—Kotomi had never experienced it. The Izumi family could afford to give their daughters that lifestyle, but they didn't want them to develop picky tastes or wasteful habits.

As a result, neither Kotomi nor Aimi Izumi carried themselves with the spoiled airs of rich young ladies.

"Last night, I troubled you, Aunt Tomoka," Kotomi said softly. Suddenly staying over at someone else's home was inevitably an inconvenience. Naturally, she wanted to show her gratitude—manners never hurt.

"It's fine, not troublesome at all. If you have time, come stay more often—I'd be happy," Tomoka said with a smile. But then, recalling that Kotomi had actually slept in her bed last night, she blushed and hurriedly added:

"Yui really likes it when you come over. You girls probably whisper about all sorts of things before bed, right?"

Noticing Tomoka's shy expression, Kotomi nodded knowingly and picked up the topic.

"Yeah. Last time I stayed over with her, I woke up once in the middle of the night and saw she was still awake. We lay there looking at the ceiling, talking about all kinds of things—from school to our daily lives. That conversation really brought me and Yui closer."

She said she woke up in the middle of the night, but in truth Kotomi had slept straight through until morning. There had been no quiet late-night talk while staring at the ceiling.

Well, Yui knew the truth too. But right now Yui was still fast asleep upstairs, unaware that Kotomi was even in her house.

After that, Kotomi and Tomoka quietly continued eating their noodles, occasionally chatting about novel illustrations. But with tacit understanding, neither mentioned the fact they had shared a bed last night.

Tomoka especially didn't dare bring it up—because just before she fell asleep, she had clearly heard Kotomi's whispered confession, and felt her stolen kiss. She had never expected Kotomi to kiss her!

Yet when that gentle kiss ended, the feeling in Tomoka's heart was almost… reluctant to let it end.

She couldn't believe Kotomi would kiss her, thinking she was asleep, and even confess to her. Even more, she couldn't believe her own true feelings—that she hadn't wanted the kiss to end so soon!

Tomoka didn't want to believe it, and she didn't dare admit it. She didn't know what might happen if she acknowledged those feelings—what kind of changes would occur between her and Kotomi?

And perhaps, no matter what changed, it would end up hurting Yui…

So now Tomoka kept warning herself silently: she absolutely must not admit that she had been unwilling for Kotomi's kiss to end so quickly! And she must never reveal that she had heard Kotomi's confession and felt her kiss last night! She was already an unfit mother—could she really steal away her daughter's future happiness too?

And so, the two finished breakfast each wrapped in their own thoughts.

After eating, Kotomi went back to the bedroom to put on her coat and shoes. Instead of leaving through the front door, she slipped out the same way she had come in last night—by opening Tomoka's bedroom window and climbing out.

"Goodbye, Aunt Tomoka."

Landing smoothly outside, Kotomi turned and waved to Tomoka Yuigahama.

"Remember to send me a message when you get home, to let me know you've arrived safely," Tomoka Yuigahama reminded.

"Got it~" Kotomi answered cheerfully before leaving the Yuigahama house.

Her scheduled meeting with Megumi Kato at the Chiba shopping mall was at 10 a.m. Counting the time, there were still about four hours left.

Kotomi decided to head home first. Since she had stayed at the Yuigahama house last night and hadn't returned, even though Tomoka said she had already called her mother, Aimi would definitely be sulking after realizing her sister hadn't come home.

Thinking of this, Kotomi quickened her pace, planning to hurry home and coax her little sister.

She unlocked the door and, upon entering, heard the sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen. She was ready to step in and greet whoever was there.

She expected, as usual, that her mother would be making breakfast. But to her surprise, today it was her father, Kaneyoshi Izumi, wearing an apron and cooking, while her mother sat leisurely in a chair, waiting for the meal to be ready. From time to time, she would call out:

"Dear, don't put cilantro in mine."

"You should've said so earlier, I've already chopped it all. I cut too much." Kaneyoshi smiled helplessly.

"It's fine, just put it all in Aimi's bowl."

"She doesn't like cilantro either… Forget it, I'll just throw it all into one bowl."

"Dad, Mom, I'm back," Kotomi said as she entered the kitchen.

"Kotomi, did you eat breakfast already?" Kaneyoshi asked with a smile.

"I did. But since you cooked today, Dad, even if I'm stuffed, I'll still eat another portion!"

"You brat, so you're saying if I don't cook, you won't eat breakfast?"

Akina Izumi tapped her daughter lightly on the head. Having not done so for an entire night, she just felt the need to knock her once. She then added:

"Why did you come back so early? Isn't that being a little irresponsible toward Yui?"

"Mom, your train of thought is jumping way too far. I can hardly keep up." Kotomi tugged at the corner of her mouth, speechless.

"Didn't you stay over at the Yuigahama house last night? Weren't you sleeping with Yui?"

I slept with Yui's mom… Kotomi thought to herself, but instead she said:

"Yeah, I slept with Yui. But it was just pure, innocent sleeping. If I hadn't been so tired and accidentally dozed off, I honestly hadn't planned on staying over at the Yuigahama house last night. Mom, what are you imagining?"

"Make sure you remember those words—pure and innocent."

Akina Izumi dropped the reminder half-seriously, half-casually. As a mother, she felt exhausted. It was one thing for her eldest daughter to have so many ambiguous relationships with girls. But now, even Arisu Sakayanagi from the Sakayanagi family had her eyes on Kotomi, and they were preparing a marriage proposal.

Still, thinking of this, Akina couldn't help but wonder: Did Arisu Sakayanagi know that Kotomi already had so many ambiguous relationships with other girls?

Chapter 625: Thy God is Not My God, Thy Covenant is Not My Covenant

The medieval fantasy world's suburban mornings greatly intrigued Natasha Cioara.

There were no roosters crowing, no barking dogs, no rising kitchen smoke. Even in roadside taverns and inns, the conversations of men and women were not about family matters, gossip, or affairs of state… instead, they were only about games.

Everywhere she looked, indoors or outdoors, on tables before the people—though there might be a lack of drinks, food, or even money—there was never a lack of playing cards.

Mostly playing cards and dominoes, with the occasional chessboard.

What to the locals was everyday life, appeared new and strange to Cioara.

As a fresh soldier of the Empire, she had never before seen how common folk lived in a medieval fantasy world.

Today, she had learned.

"Obviously, this is a rare order formed by forcibly intervening based on personal preference."

Cioara rested her elbow on the window ledge, her fingers tapping idly.

Not long ago, after infiltrating into the world called 'Disboard,' she had marveled at its peculiar scenery. And then… she had been robbed by bandits.

Truth be told, Cioara had been rather stunned at the time—stunned that three bandits had managed to confuse her.

Though they shouted about robbery, they held no weapons. And not only did they have no weapons, they had no intention of using force at all. Rushing before her, those three ragged, half-naked thieves pulled out playing cards, shouting to place bets.

They even asked politely whether rock-paper-scissors would also do.

Cioara and the infiltrating soldiers beside her: …

Were they serious, or was this some kind of joke?

She remembered the warnings she had read carefully in the Vengeful Spirit's strategy chamber: that a so-called God of Games had decreed Ten Covenants, abolishing all war.

In this world, everything was determined by those Ten Covenants, the first two of which prohibited killing, war, and plunder. All disputes must be decided by games.

…In other words, because of the Covenants, those bandits were like that?

Bandits who could not use force—were they still bandits?

Once she understood, Cioara did not use force either, but simply declared that their wagers did not match her terms, then turned and walked away.

At her words, the three bandits clung to each other and wept bitterly, crying out: "It's all because of those two brats, those despicable outsiders! They didn't leave us even a single coin to gamble with!"

A fortunate and yet unfortunate world.

By the window, Cioara tilted her head back, her expression faintly cold. In the distant sky, islands floated among the clouds.

Beyond the horizon, amid the mountains, stood massive chess pieces, so huge they broke the sense of distance.

What a marvelous world.

But once the so-called only obstacle was removed, when the Luna Wolves descended in wrath upon Disboard, such dreamlike scenery, as if from a game, might no longer exist.

Ssshhk!

A sharp crimson fingertip guard scraped across the wooden table, raising an ear-splitting sound that made gooseflesh rise.

"So, lady, drinking alone like this… are you drowning sorrows in wine?"

Cioara's lips curved faintly. In her rose-red pupils was reflected the haggard figure of a blonde woman across the table. Purple lipstick, pale-blue eyeshadow, light pink blush, and cheeks sunken enough to show tear grooves.

Though her features were good, the heavy makeup and her current gloom left a poor first impression.

"I heard the diners say… just yesterday, you lost to outsiders…"

"Shut up!!"

In an instant, the blonde woman slammed her cup onto the table. Her grip tightened sharply as she glared at the cloaked stranger across from her. Abruptly, she rose and said coldly, "If you've come to laugh at me—do as you please…"

Before she could finish speaking—clink!

A crisp metallic sound rang out. A gleaming gold coin spun across the table before her, bouncing, twirling, and finally falling still.

"…What do you mean?" The blonde woman's angry expression faltered, her gaze shifting in confusion.

"Obviously, this is a trade."

With a sharp fingertip guard, Cioara nudged the coin, then tossed it high into the air. "I need all the information on those two outsiders who defeated you, as well as full details of the so-called 'Royal Selection Tournament' gambling cycle."

"You're an outsider too?"

"Mhmm."

Without saying it outright, she then hurled a heavy pouch of coins onto the wooden table, under the shocked and delighted gazes of the surrounding diners. A few gold pieces spilled out, gleaming faintly in the candlelight.

"Is this enough?"

"More than enough."

No matter her displeasure, no one could hate money. This pouch was far richer than what she had lost to that outsider.

She studied the hooded stranger before her.

A black cloak with wine-red trim; metallic decorations shaped like eyes; feathers on the left shoulder; sleeve cuffs like wings; both hands clad in sharp wine-red fingertip guards…

Not an Elkian. Perhaps not even human.

But whether or not she harbored malice… under the Ten Covenants, what malice could there be?

Enticed by the shine of gold, the blonde woman quickly made her decision.

"Those two… I didn't interact with them long, but they seem to be siblings. Right now, they should be with the granddaughter of the former king, Stephanie Dola. If you want to find them, head for Elkia Palace."

"And as for the 'Royal Selection Tournament' gambling cycle, it exists because of the late Elkian King's final words…"

…

A few minutes later.

"Tch…"

Leaving the inn in Elkia's western district, Cioara's expression turned strange under her hood. "To truly win everything through games… To choose a king by gambling tournaments—though it is this world's specialty, it feels wrong no matter how I look at it."

"How did it feel to throw money around like that?"

At the city gate, another cloaked figure was waiting. Raiden Mei teased lightly.

"Wonderful. After all, it's not my salary I'm spending… These are specially approved infiltration funds. Unmarked precious-metal coins. Use freely."

Pulling back her hood, Cioara spread her hands cheerfully, glancing sidelong at Mei. "Oh my, the hooded look suits you, Miss Electric Dragon. Want me to take a few photos?"

"Spare me, Lady Dodo. The mission matters more."

Closing her personal tactical terminal, Raiden Mei removed her hood, rubbing her forehead with a trace of exasperation. "Our task is to deal with the Kingdom of Elkia."

Better not to see, lest the heart be troubled. Likely, they feared they might not hold back.

For the last territory of humanity—the Kingdom of Elkia—the Luna Wolves had assigned it to the Valkyrie Corps.

As for the infiltration units of the Luna Wolves and the Imperial assassination squads, their missions lay with the other races' domains.

"So, who do you think is humanity's representative? Who's their player on the board?"

"At present, naturally the Elkian royal family has the highest chance. Stephanie Dola is the granddaughter of the former king. She has the highest priority."

"But this human kingdom is nothing like the Empire. Royal authority is weak. The people speak of the king and royal family with no respect at all, even openly mocking them. And Stephanie Dola… because of the 'Royal Selection Tournament,' even the commoners know she can't inherit the throne…"

Hearing this, Mei, long accustomed to Imperial life, shook her head. "I see. Even kings chosen by gamblers… How could that ever work?"

"Personally, I have little hope for Stephanie Dola. It should be someone else."

"Those two outsiders she took in… the deadline of the Royal Selection is approaching. If she brings them back to the palace, we should pay attention."

It was a judgment born of Cioara's mercenary instinct, based on the intelligence they had gathered.

"Mm, we'll know once we reach the palace… Only two candidates remain for the throne: Chlammy Zell and Stephanie Dola… Just wait—whoever wins, we'll deal with them."

"Then let us go openly, to 'witness' it. The birth of a so-called king."

As Cioara gave the hand signal for 'secure,' almost simultaneously, the men and women scattered across taverns, inns, and parks quickly regrouped.

All that caution had been for nothing. It seemed this land truly had long forgotten war. Even here, near the capital, there were no patrols to be seen.

Could it be the Kingdom of Elkia really had no army at all…?

...

By dusk, the rose-gold sunlight draped Elkia's royal hall in a silken veil.

The final match of the Royal Selection had ended.

Before the throne stood a small table and two chairs.

Crowds of Elkian citizens filled the great hall, their eyes fixed on the girl standing beside the throne—Chlammy Zell.

The girl clasped her hands across her frail chest, her expressionless face framed by long black hair. She wore a black veil and mourning clothes, as though attending a funeral, her cold features like those of the dead.

Moments ago, this black-haired girl had crushed her last opponent in an overwhelming victory.

In this world where games decided everything, strength was not admired. What mattered was skill in games—this alone determined one's social standing.

However weak, however frail, no one dared belittle her.

Because, unless something unexpected occurred, this girl who had defeated every human gambler would become the new monarch of Elkia.

"Very well. Chlammy Zell has achieved final victory in the Selection… Is there anyone left who would challenge her?"

Before the throne, a bald, white-bearded minister in formal garb looked out at the crowd surrounding the hall.

His eyes swept across the faces, searching. The familiar, gentle girl he had once known was nowhere to be seen. A faint sorrow shadowed his gaze.

Compared to this unknown girl who had suddenly appeared, he still hoped that Stephanie Dola—the former king's granddaughter, raised from childhood to be queen—might inherit the throne.

After all, in some sense, he had watched her grow up.

But alas, this was the will. This was the oath. It could not be changed.

Hopefully, the late king's choice was not mistaken.

"Then…" The minister withdrew his gaze with a heavy sigh. "In accordance with the late king's testament, I hereby crown Chlammy Zell as Elkia's new monarch. Any who object, speak now. Otherwise, remain silent…"

On the palace's second floor, leaning lazily against the railing, Cioara poured herself a cup of black tea, prepared to enjoy this strange coronation like a play.

"Someone down there has noticed us. That one… if I'm not mistaken, their magical adaptability is extremely high. Beneath the hood—blonde hair. Not human."

At her side, Raiden Mei's expression was cold.

"I see her. If there's no one else, then we strike."

In Mei's pale violet eyes, the reflection of a hooded figure emerged.

Sensing something, the cloaked figure in the crowd below raised her head. Her gaze—unlike that of any human—met Mei's own.

"What…" At the throne, Chlammy Zell stiffened, turning toward Mei's position.

In response, Mei smiled faintly.

"Found her. Attack!"

It was no surprise Mei thought this way. Immersed in the Empire's supreme monarchy and militarism, though she remained untainted at heart, her will firm, her thinking had inevitably been influenced.

Judging by the Empire's usual logic of profit, the other races that treated humanity as livestock clearly saw value here—they even sought to raise one to the throne of Elkia.

So what value did this young girl, Chlammy Zell, truly hold?

What Raiden Mei thought of was simple: a representative, a player on the board.

Bzzz—!

The exchange lasted but a moment. Chlammy instantly felt her hairs stand on end.

The next instant, lightning flashed!

"Chlammy!"

"Fil!"

BOOOOM—!!

Heaven's thunder, like divine judgment, crashed down upon the throne.

CRAAASH—!!

The palace collapsed as lightning raged. In that overwhelming instant, a red-haired boy with a spiky head—who had just been preparing to raise an objection with his white-haired sister—froze, hurriedly withdrawing his hand.

Thud!!

Struck by the storm of thunder, Chlammy was hurled more than two meters, smashing against a wall before coming to a stop. Surviving by sheer fortune, she realized with shock that it was lightning that had split the hall.

"The First Covenant of the Ten! All killing, war, and plunder are forbidden! Unknown race, your act is a provocation against God, and against all sixteen sentient races!"

The hood fell away, revealing long ears—the mark of the Elf race—and soft golden hair. Fil, the elf, frowned deeply as she raised her magical sigils, her gaze locked on the tall figure walking out of the storm.

From beneath her cloak, Raiden Mei's form had transformed. Two ominous horns of lightning grew slowly from her head. Within her eyes, violet lightning flickered. The gentle Yamato Nadeshiko face was now replaced with the stern countenance of a warrior.

"Thy God is not my God! Thy Covenant is not my Covenant!"

"In the name of the Divine Empress—of End, of Destruction, of Slaughter, of War, of the Abyss, of Death, of Courage, of Victory, of Evolution, of the Sun, of Life… the God of Games' Covenants are hereby ended!"

The sacred liturgy of the Adeptus Ministorum was indeed long, and excessively dramatic—fitting for those who called themselves Selene's lambs and loyal servants.

CRACKLE—!!

Without pause, lightning wreathed her fingertips. From the void, Raiden Mei drew forth a katana wrapped in violet thunder. "This is… my declaration of war—!"

At her words, and the string of divine titles she invoked, not only the elves but also Elkia's fleeing nobles, a certain sibling pair, and the former princess all froze in shock.

God… was there not supposed to be only one?

Chapter 555: New Group Members

[Kyoko (Level 5, Stage 2): Eriri, since things on your side are almost resolved, when will you come over here?]

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): No need to rush. In a few days, I'll make a trip back, and then I'll bring Eu to your side.]

[Kyoko (Level 5, Stage 2): That's good!]

[Kyoko (Level 5, Stage 2): If I hadn't stayed in Orario for more than a month, I really would have lost my patience and attacked that vampire ninja.]

[Arifureta (Level 7, Stage 3 / Group Leader): Who told you to go back so early? If you had just stayed in Orario until Eriri returned, you could've avoided this.]

[Arifureta (Level 7, Stage 3 / Group Leader): Look at Nini—she's still staying here even now.]

[Kyoko (Level 5, Stage 2): Who would have thought that after not seeing her for over a month, she still wouldn't give up? By the time I returned, she had already settled in like it was her own home. Frustrated.jpg]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Kyoko-chan, Kyoko-chan, why don't you come play at my place for a few days? My family will definitely welcome you~]

[Moeha Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 1): That's right, Kyoko-oneechan, you're welcome to come play too~]

[Kaguya Shinomiya (Level 7, Stage 2): Ai and I also welcome you to visit us.]

[Kyoko (Level 5, Stage 2): Forget it. I don't want to keep avoiding her. It makes it seem like I'm scared of her.]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Alright then, good luck!]

[Moeha Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 1): What a pity I wanted to get closer to Kyoko-oneechan]

[Kyoko (Level 5, Stage 2): There will be plenty of chances in the future. Moeha, you can come play at my place too.]

[Moeha Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 1): I want to, but I have school these days.]

[Kyoko (Level 5, Stage 2): Then there's no helping it.]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Speaking of which, more than two months have passed again. Counting the previous three months, it's already been half a year. Why hasn't the chat group gotten any new members yet?]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Eriri, why don't you pull in some newcomers to join the fun~]

[Moeha Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 1): Eh? Doesn't me and Toyomi-neesan count as newcomers to the group?]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): You two don't count.]

Another two months had passed, and naturally the chat group refreshed with two new designated invitations.

This time, Chika Fujiwara's luck turned around. She hit the jackpot two months in a row, drawing both invitations consecutively.

As a result, her two sisters, Moeha Fujiwara and Toyomi Fujiwara, both joined the chat group one after the other.

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): Fine. It's about time we brought in a new batch of members.]

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): Little Skirt, arrange it!]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Yay!]

The moment Eriri sent her message, the chat group finally welcomed its twelfth batch of new members.

...

[Dustiness Ford Lalatina has joined the group chat.]

[Victoria Samanark has joined the group chat.]

[Frieren has joined the group chat.]

[Natsuki Minamiya has joined the group chat.]

In an instant, the four notifications made all the members in the group perk up. Even those who hadn't been paying attention to the chat came out to speak.

[Arifureta (Level 7, Stage 3 / Group Leader): Welcome newcomers! Remember to read the group introduction~]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Welcome newcomers! Flower petals.jpg]

[Kanae Kocho (Level 7, Stage 2): So we have new members, welcome, welcome.]

[Shinobu Kocho (Level 7, Stage 1): Welcome newcomers!]

[Yuuki Asuna (Level 7, Stage 2): Welcome newcomers!]

[Adele (Level 7, Stage 1): Finally, new members! Let me check out their profiles.]

[Ruri Gokou (Level 7, Stage 2): By the way, when was the last time we welcomed new members?]

[Arche (Level 7, Stage 2): Welcome newcomers!]

[Kyoko (Level 5, Stage 2): Welcome newcomers!]

[...]

One welcome after another quickly filled the chat. Unlike at the very beginning, the chat group now had more than fifty members. Even with only about half of them speaking, the chat had already become lively and bustling.

As the group members warmly welcomed the newcomers, the new arrivals each reacted differently to the sudden appearance of the chat group in their minds.

On Itogami Island, in the Demon District, twenty-one-year-old Natsuki Minamiya wore a grave expression as she observed the chat group that had suddenly appeared in her mind.

As an active professional Attack Mage, Natsuki was naturally highly vigilant against things beyond her control—especially since her existence was tied to the Prison Barrier.

If something unexpected happened to her main body because of this bizarre chat group, then the criminals she had imprisoned in the barrier would surely escape and wreak unimaginable havoc upon the outside world.

Yet, no matter what methods she tried, she couldn't dispel the chat group from her mind. Thus, she decided to bide her time, watch the conversations unfolding, and gather as much information as she could before deciding on her next move.

Because of how quickly the chat messages scrolled, Natsuki didn't notice Arifureta's welcome message and therefore didn't read the group introduction.

Unlike Natsuki, Darkness—who had just recently become an adventurer—smiled with excitement when she saw the flood of welcome messages directed at her.

Having always been without friends, Darkness had chosen to become an adventurer in hopes of meeting companions.

But ever since she became one, her situation hadn't changed. She was still as lonely as before.

In order to achieve her wish, she had gone every day to the Church of Goddess Eris to pray for adventuring companions. And now, having just left the church, she subconsciously took the chat group as a gift from the goddess herself in answer to her prayers.

Thus, without hesitation, she immediately sent her first message.

[Lalatina (Level 2, Stage 4): Hello, nice to meet you all!]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Oooh, finally, a newcomer spoke up.]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Nice to meet you, welcome to our big family~]

[Yoshino Himekawa (Level 4, Stage 7): Hello, Lalatina-nee.]

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): Welcome, Lalatina. Smile.jpg]

[Arifureta (Level 7, Stage 3 / Group Leader): Welcome, Lalatina. Smile.jpg]

[Lalatina (Level 2, Stage 4): Ahhh, please don't call me that name! Just call me Darkness, I beg you!]

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): Alright, Lalatina. Smile.jpg]

[Lalatina (Level 2, Stage 4): Nooo!]

[Fumino Furuhashi (Level 7, Stage 2): Eh? Why can't we call you Lalatina? That's such a pretty name. Curious.jpg]

[Honami Ichinose (Level 7, Stage 1): I think it's a lovely name too, Lalatina.]

[Ruri Gokou (Level 7, Stage 2): Indeed, Lalatina sounds much nicer than Darkness.]

[Reina (Level 7, Stage 1): Is it like Meiru, not wanting enemies to recognize her real name, so she uses another?]

[Reina (Level 7, Stage 1): Don't worry, this is the chat group. We're not from your world, so you don't have to fear your enemies finding you. You can safely use your real name—Lalatina!]

[Lalatina (Level 2, Stage 4): …]

Looking at these new friends repeatedly calling her "Lalatina," Darkness wished she could dig a hole in the ground and bury herself. Unfortunately, the chat group was in her mind, and no matter what she did, she couldn't escape the messages.

Her embarrassment was so overwhelming that she didn't even notice the other important information hidden in Reina's words.

However, the other three newcomers certainly did—especially Natsuki Minamiya, who was paying close attention to the chat group.

Though she didn't immediately accept the statement as truth, her wariness of the group eased slightly.

Meanwhile, Frieren, who had been living alone in the forest for centuries, initially felt indifferent toward the chat group. But after seeing the conversation with Darkness, she suddenly felt the urge to participate. The phrase "not from your world" piqued her curiosity.

At the same time, Victoria Samanark, the princess of the Samanark Principality, who had been quietly researching magic in her room, was also drawn in by those same words.

Though Victoria Samanark already knew a bit about other dimensions—after all, the restaurant she visited every seven days seemed to exist in another world—she still couldn't help but feel curious.

Meanwhile, the group chat conversation showed no signs of slowing down.

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): Ara, Lalatina, why did you stop talking, Lalatina?]

[Arifureta (Level 7, Stage 3 / Group Leader): Yeah, Lalatina, no need to be shy.]

[Lalatina (Level 2, Stage 4): Please don't call me that! I beg you, it's way too embarrassing!!!]

[Shouko Nishimiya (Level 3, Stage 8): Lalatina-nee, your name is really pretty. Why would you feel embarrassed?]

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): Even if it's embarrassing, you must be feeling good right now, aren't you, Lalatina?]

[Arifureta (Level 7, Stage 3 / Group Leader): Exactly. She's probably writhing around somewhere at this very moment!]

[Ruri Gokou (Level 7, Stage 2): ?]

[Elaina (Level 7, Stage 2): ?]

[Azusa (Level 7, Stage 1): ?]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): ?]

[Kyoko (Level 5, Stage 2): ?]

[Kyoko (Level 5, Stage 2): Are newcomers these days always such perverts?]

[Lalatina (Level 2, Stage 4): Absolutely not!]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Eriri, Yue-chan, why are you saying that about Lalatina? Is there some shameful secret here?]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Come on, tell us, tell us! Excited.jpg]

[Arifureta (Level 7, Stage 3 / Group Leader): It's nothing much. It's just that this one has extreme masochistic tendencies—in other words, she's a super M.]

[Lalatina (Level 2, Stage 4): …]

Hearing Arifureta's words, whether from the modern world like Chika Fujiwara or from other worlds like Elaina, everyone began to understand why Eriri and Arifureta had said such things.

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): If you want to really understand, I'll just let you see directly!]

[Lefiya (Level 7, Stage 1): Lady Eriri, are you about to upload Lalatina's memory footage? Curious.jpg]

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): That's right.]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): Since you're uploading, why not also upload the other three newcomers' memory footage while you're at it?]

[Lalatina (Level 2, Stage 4): Wait, what's memory footage?]

[Arifureta (Level 7, Stage 3 / Group Leader): It's information about your past and future. Didn't I tell you newcomers to read the group introduction when you first joined? If you did, you'd understand.]

[Lalatina (Level 2, Stage 4): ???]

Seeing this message, not only Darkness, but also the silent observers—Natsuki Minamiya, Frieren, and Victoria—all reacted strongly.

[Frieren (Level 2, Stage 8): Future?]

[Natsuki Minamiya (Level 2, Stage 7): Information about the future? Are you serious?]

[Victoria Samanark (Level 2, Stage 5): …]

As the three of them spoke up for the first time, Eriri uploaded the memory footage for all four newcomers.

[Ding, Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9) has uploaded memory footage: KonoSuba: God's Blessing on This Wonderful World! "Dustiness Ford Lalatina."]

[Ding, Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9) has uploaded memory footage: Restaurant to Another World "Victoria Samanark."]

[Ding, Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9) has uploaded memory footage: Frieren: Beyond Journey's End "Frieren."]

[Ding, Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9) has uploaded memory footage: Strike the Blood "Natsuki Minamiya."]

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): Alright, I've uploaded the past and future of all four newcomers. You can go watch now.]

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): Oh, Yue-chan, you should check it out too. It'll give you a whole new experience.]

[Arifureta (Level 7, Stage 3 / Group Leader): Okay~]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): So the other three newcomers finally spoke up. Looks like information about the future is pretty tempting.]

[Chika Fujiwara (Level 7, Stage 2): But this time the titles of the memory footage are different. Weren't they always listed by season before?]

[Eriri (Level 8, Stage 9): I made some adjustments to how the memory footage is uploaded. It's no longer in the old anime-season format.]

Chapter 310: Return, and Taking on a Save-the-Universe Mission

"?"

Setsuna and the shipgirls were surprised, and even the Zero-Homer was a little taken aback.

"Sorry, I thought that as 'gods' on the technical level, you should have already mastered mathematical laws."

"Otherwise, how did you achieve such accomplishments?…"

Faster-than-light travel.

Even to a native god-tier civilization like the Zero-Homers, it was something that could only be called 'divine.'

For gods to not have mastered certain knowledge was strange.

"…"

"Our focus of development was different."

Setsuna coughed lightly, speaking tactfully.

Most of the Starsea Empire's technology came from Stellaris and the Azur Lane worlds.

All of it was for fighting.

In truth, it was very practical. If you were stronger than others, they would calmly sit down and reason with you.

Because you had both the freedom to negotiate, and the freedom to flip the table.

"…Is that so?"

The Zero-Homer thought for a moment, saw that Setsuna had no hostility, and that everyone was curious.

So he simply began to explain.

"You've seen weapons that manipulate universal laws, right? There are many two-dimensional spaces nearby that were struck by dual-vector foils."

Everyone nodded.

"Then what do you think about manipulating mathematical laws, or using them as weapons?"

"…"

Yukikaze thought for a while.

"Make 1+1=3? Then all of the enemy's fundamental sciences collapse?…"

"No."

Kayo Senju and several research lolis immediately shook their heads.

"Mathematics is a formalized tool. It has no meaning by itself. It belongs to logic, not science."

"Changing mathematical definitions has no effect on reality. Making 1+1=3 is a logical contradiction, not a change in mathematical law."

Saying this, one of the little lolis gave an example, pulling two apples from her pocket.

"One apple plus one apple equals two apples, right? Even if you define 1+1=3, in reality there are still two apples here."

"If it were truly by modifying the laws that one apple plus one apple became three apples, then what's broken is the laws of matter and conservation of mass-energy. It has nothing to do with mathematics."

The research loli explained as simply as she could. Setsuna and the shipgirls pondered for a while, barely understanding the concept.

"Yes. Mathematics is an abstract concept. It does not directly act on reality."

The Zero-Homer slowly nodded.

"When mathematical laws are mastered to the extreme, it means eliminating probability. All things in the world can be solved."

"Perfect calculation of all events?!"

Kayo Senju and Grey froze for a moment.

Suddenly they thought of something unbelievable.

"Deduction and prediction of the future?! This really is a divine ability?!"

"?"

Seeing that several of the shipgirls were still confused, they explained further.

For a civilization with infinite mastery of mathematics, they could build a perfect mathematical model to calculate every complex system in the world.

From the current state, they could compute all future states. Every problem had a solution.

For example:

The butterfly effect is a chaotic phenomenon. A butterfly flapping its wings in South America could eventually cause a tornado in Texas.

Mastering mathematical laws meant being able to control every part of the chaotic model.

For example, making a butterfly flap its wings at the exact right moment and place to produce the exact desired result—such as causing a hurricane in South America.

"Causality?!"

Setsuna thought for a moment, and understood.

Using mathematical laws to clarify all causal relationships in the world, then guiding events toward the desired outcome.

Calling this a 'divine weapon' was no exaggeration.

A somewhat extreme but fitting example: Ye Wenjie's first broadcast to the universe could also be seen as a butterfly effect.

If someone wanted to quietly destroy humanity, the Trisolarans, and the entire galaxy, all they needed to do was push Ye Wenjie to act, and then wait 400 years for the result.

"Then… can you predict our future?"

Tai Yuan asked curiously.

"No, the main core cannot construct your mathematical model."

"I suspect you do not belong to this universe. You come from a greater superstring cosmos or a higher-dimensional world. Otherwise, I would not have been captured."

The Zero-Homer shook his head, and everyone's expressions changed slightly.

That such an advanced civilization could deduce this far was remarkable. He was already very close to the truth, but Setsuna did not expose him.

"In short, after mastering mathematical laws, our civilization expanded at exponential speed. We quickly occupied an entire galactic cluster and annihilated all our enemies."

"Because we possess deduction and the ability to foresee the future, a civilization that masters mathematical laws stands at the very peak of this universe. At the same time, wars between such civilizations are incredibly devastating."

The Zero-Homer continued.

"Then, one day, we attempted to deduce the past and future of the universe. The result we obtained was unsettling."

"Endless expansion, eventual heat death, or reduction to two dimensions, correct?"

Setsuna asked.

This too was the final outcome of the Trisolaran universe.

"Yes."

The Zero-Homer nodded.

"The universe is dying. After deducing the universe's future, we began our self-rescue."

"Reducing the universe to zero dimensions, then rebooting it—that was the only method we could conceive to recreate the pastoral age."

"Every civilization that mastered mathematical laws and foresaw the universe's dark future joined us without exception."

"…"

After listening to the Zero-Homer's story, Setsuna fell silent.

He had originally thought the Zero-Homers were just performance artists. Now it seemed they were advanced civilizations making a final effort to save the universe after foreseeing its doom.

They could even disregard the survival of their own civilizations—because if the universe itself ceased to exist, nothing would remain.

"God from another world."

"May I ask—when you look into the universe's future, is it as dark as what we saw?"

The Zero-Homer raised his head and asked Setsuna, as if awaiting the final judgment.

"…"

Setsuna did not answer.

"Can you save this universe?"

The Zero-Homer asked again.

"?!"

"Hold on."

Setsuna was stunned.

He had come to the Trisolaran universe only to scavenge useful technology and leave. What happened to this place was none of his business.

Even if the natives treated him as a god, saving the universe was hardly a task suited to the current Starsea Empire.

Perhaps they'd have to ask Rio Sonogami instead.

"Come on, since you know we aren't a civilization of this universe, why would you ask us to save it?"

Grey looked at the Zero-Homer like he was an idiot.

"Because you come from a greater world. You are the only hope for this universe."

The Zero-Homer paused, glancing around.

"I can offer you something of interest. You seem unfamiliar with certain law-based technologies of this universe."

"Oh?"

Setsuna tilted his head slightly.

Even if the Trisolaran universe's fundamental science lagged behind the Starsea Empire, it still had plenty of crooked but fascinating black technologies like dual-vector foils and sophons.

"But you will not obtain any guarantees from me. Let's be clear: I will not share any technology, including faster-than-light."

"I know."

The Zero-Homer was unsurprised.

"And even if I didn't bring it up, you would eventually find some other method to achieve your goals, would you not?"

"Smart!"

Grey gave him a thumbs up.

She wasn't exactly a saint, inviting the Zero-Homer over just for tea.

If a native met an FTL god, they couldn't possibly leave without offering tribute.

If the Zero-Homer tried to walk away, she would 100% track him to his homeworld and give them a taste of a Stellaris-style endgame crisis.

"Fine. I won't promise I can do it in the future. Maybe when I'm bored, I'll come here and run some experiments, try this universe rebooting thing."

"And—I'll let you live to go back."

Setsuna answered.

He was indeed interested in seeing the Trisolaran world's pastoral age.

Faced with a group of idealists determined to save the universe, there was no need to be too harsh. There might be opportunities for cooperation later.

"That is enough. Thank you."

The Zero-Homer nodded slightly.

...

...

A few days later.

The Eternal Snowfall returned to the Solar System Starbase.

Inside the database, a heap of alien civilization data was added.

The Zero-Homer had truly hoped Setsuna would take up the responsibility of saving the world, and so shared with him various frontier theoretical technologies.

—Even if, in the eyes of the research lolis, most of it was just sub-light native backward toys.

There were still some interesting things, however, which the Sirens and research lolis pored over with enthusiasm.

On a bright morning—

Setsuna crossed off all the items on his memo.

"Zero-Homers, complete."

"Pocket-universe creation technology, acquired, under study…"

"Mathematical laws, basic concepts grasped, deeper research pending…"

All of the objectives set before departure were completed. The spoils were too many to count, to be slowly digested later.

Shwoom—

He closed the holographic interface and connected to the fleet comms.

"Everyone, we're going home!"

...

[Communication Node Established]

[Node 17: Trisolaris]

After spending a few days in the Trisolaran world handling follow-up tasks, the fleet began preparing for the return journey.

Some research lolis and Angeloids temporarily stayed behind at the Solar System Starbase of this universe.

They continued studying various law-based weapons in the Trisolaran universe, and also attempted to manufacture controllable dimensional-reduction strike weapons.

The various law-based weapons of the Trisolaran world, though unable to surpass lightspeed, were highly destructive and often had unpredictable consequences.

Until they could be fully stabilized, they were only suitable for experiments in this universe, lest any mishap occur in their main world.

The shipgirls cleared out a security zone of over 500 light-years around the Solar System Starbase.

In the surrounding star regions, they deployed FTL detection devices—any alien civilization daring to approach would trigger an early warning.

Even if some reckless civilization launched an attack, there would be at least 500 years of warning time—more than enough for the fleet to turn the attackers' homeworld into a mining field.

After settling affairs in this universe—

Setsuna returned to the capital with the shipgirls.

Whumm—

The Eternal Snowfall passed through the void, descending above Earth.

It was midday. In the capital, little lolis, Heroic Spirits, and Spirits raised their heads to see a second sun in the sky.

The starship's metallic hull reflected the dazzling sunlight. At such close range, it was even more brilliant than the star itself.

A cheer erupted across Constantinople.

Little lolis jumped and waved at the towering ship above.

The Spirits tidied their dresses, bathed, combed their hair, and changed into their prettiest clothes.

After so long apart, they had to show their best side before the Commander.

The Heroic Spirits didn't care much for interstellar war, but they cared deeply for their Master. Even the Ahoge King, who had been eating at the buffet, dropped her bowl and chopsticks to rush out and welcome Setsuna.

No citizen of the Starsea Empire could mistake it—that was the Empire's flagship.

The Eternal Snowfall's return marked yet another triumphant expedition of their Commander.

Unlike the natives of other worlds, the sight of a starship blotting out the sky did not inspire fear. Instead, it brought them peace of mind.

Clunk—

After the Juggernaut slowly entered Earth's orbit, a smaller starship carrying the crew descended into the atmosphere.

Normally, the Eternal Snowfall remained in space as Earth's second satellite.

In theory, they could put it away, but since retrieving and deploying it each time would be troublesome, they simply activated its anti-gravity mode and left it hanging in orbit.

On occasion, curious lolis could even go aboard for a tour.

"Husband, it's been so long."

"Commander, welcome home."

"Master, you came back alive… I'm so glad."

As soon as the hatch opened, Mio and Tohru rushed forward.

One to the left, one to the right, they fully occupied his arms.

Jeanne Alter, meanwhile, looked awkward and sulky.

"Tch, why did it take you so long this time? Didn't you say flattening those Trisolarans would only take a moment?"

"I waited forever at the base. Hmph, I should've gone with you."

"Exactly!"

One of the Spirits puffed her cheeks, gazing up at Setsuna from his embrace like she was throwing a little tantrum.

"I thought it would only take a week or two, but you were gone over two months. I was worried sick."

"Hey, I wasn't out of contact. You called me every few days. What was there to worry about?!"

Setsuna laughed, pinching Mio's cheek.

Looking up, he saw the little lolis, Spirits, and Heroic Spirits crowding around the ship, layers upon layers.

After dealing with so many Trisolaran pests and alien vermin, these familiar faces looked especially pleasing.

"Besides, this trip wasn't just about dealing with the Trisolarans. We also eliminated the Singer, and even made contact with the god-level civilization of the Trisolaran universe—the Zero-Homers."

"The harvest was great. Oh, and we also picked up a side mission: saving the universe."

"Hm?"

Tohru tilted her head, confused.

"Are we supposed to save some planet in dire straits?"

"No, the whole universe. An entire cosmos. Someone asked me to reboot the Trisolaran universe one day."

"Hah?!"

...

A little later, after the Spirits, Heroic Spirits, and others stationed here had clung to him for a while, everyone returned to the administrative center.

The shipgirls wore looks of lingering excitement, still savoring the thrill of using FTL technology to thrash alien natives.

They almost wished the Commander had come back later, so they could enjoy interstellar war to their hearts' content.

The Heroic Spirits, Spirits, and other stationed members, meanwhile, were full of curiosity.

The technology of scientific worlds had little to do with them as magic-side beings, but they listened as though to an epic tale.

"Let me tell you, our Northern Union comrades destroyed six alien star systems! And—get this—we even ran into alien mega-corporations."

"Mega-corporations, you know, those super-capitalists of the interstellar age. The Soviets strung them all up on lampposts. Meeting our Northern Union was just their bad luck, haha…"

A cute purple-haired Northern Union destroyer shipgirl excitedly recounted her glorious exploits to the stationed companions, leaving them all wide-eyed with wonder.

"Ahem. So, that's the rough outline of what happened in the Trisolaran world."

Setsuna opened the holographic interface and, with the projection, narrated the fleet's journey in the Trisolaran universe.

From their first descent, coincidentally running into the United Human Fleet and the droplets.

To their impromptu Spring Festival celebration of two thousand blasts, using the Fallen Star Lance to wipe out the Trisolarans and conquer Earth.

To their encounter with the Singer, seizing dual-vector foils and photoids.

Finally, through a pair of rather absurd methods, finding the Zero-Homers, and after exchanging words with them, receiving the outrageous mission of rebooting a universe.

The Spirits and dragon girls propped their heads in their hands, as though listening to a grand science fiction epic.

Each marveled at the vastness and darkness of the Trisolaran universe.

In that place, low-level civilizations shivered under the Dark Forest law, hiding themselves just to survive.

Stronger civilizations, like the Singer, in pursuit of more living space, began systematically cleansing and exterminating lesser civilizations.

They even attempted two-dimensionalization, hoping to survive amidst the universe's dimensional collapse.

And then there were the god-tier civilizations like the Zero-Homers, running themselves ragged for the future of the universe.

From the laws of mathematics, they had deduced the universe's bleak destiny.

In order to save it, they placed their faith in a civilization from another world.

Setsuna's narration lasted for several hours, and everyone listened with rapt attention.

"Ooh…"

"The Trisolaran natives are so annoying."

That was the unanimous first conclusion of the Spirits and Heroic Spirits.

"And the Singer—utterly heinous."

Next, when they heard about mathematical law weapons, Lucoa opened her squinted eyes slightly in surprise.

"Causality, hm…"

"As expected, whether technology-side or magic-side, in the end all paths lead to the same place."

In magical worlds, many beings known as "gods" possessed terrifying authority to reverse cause and effect.

...

God-tier scientific civilizations could achieve the same.

With just a fragment of data, they could deduce the fate of the universe billions of years ahead.

By constructing mathematical models of cosmic operation, they could guide the development of all things toward their will.

A civilization that mastered mathematical laws could glance once and calculate with absolute precision the rise and fall of a lesser race across hundreds of millions of years.

To natives, they truly were indistinguishable from gods.

"It's a pity we didn't find the Zero-Homers' homeworld… I was hoping for a fight."

Fu Shun leaned in curiously.

"A civilization of pure energy! What would their homeworld even look like? I really want to know…"

"Not necessary."

Setsuna ruffled her hair.

"The Zero-Homers bear us no hostility, and even provided us with a mountain of data. There's no need to raid their home."

"In fact, when we run experiments in the Trisolaran universe, we may even have chances to cooperate."

The Zero-Homer individual that Grey had caught was very clever—fitting for a god-tier civilization of the Trisolaran universe.

From the beginning, he understood the difference in power and never once harbored hostile thoughts toward the Starsea Empire, nor did he act foolishly.

Learning that the Empire's tech tree was rather skewed, he proactively shared some research results.

Their goal was simple—rely on the Starsea Empire, this higher civilization from another world, to reboot the universe.

The Zero-Homers didn't care about gains or losses between civilizations. They only wanted to reset the universe, to return to the pastoral age.

Setsuna was very interested in seeing whether they could succeed. In research of universal laws, the Zero-Homers had clearly gone further than the Starsea Empire.

Even if they were still lightspeed natives, with military strength far beneath his own, their strengths were still worth learning from.

If the mastery of universal laws could be combined with faster-than-light technology…

Both the Sirens and the research lolis felt their hearts race with excitement.

Chapter 309: Dragon Lady, Save Me—You Are the Dragon Lord!

"Enough, Masked Fool. If you are done speaking, then leave immediately."

Sunday's expression changed slightly as he spoke coldly.

"Alright, alright I'll go now But if you want to reach me, just shout 'Lady Sparkle,' and I'll come anytime to help you."

"After all, who could refuse a boy with nails hammered into chicken wings as ornaments? Hehe."

After finishing, Sparkle turned without hesitation and left. Before vanishing completely, she looked back once at Robin, who was still in a daze.

"Hehe, see you for now, superstar."

Sunday slowly unclenched his fist and let out a long sigh.

"There is not a single Masked Fool who is simple. Their deceitful tongues can anger anyone."

Robin stepped forward, her face full of doubt. "Brother, what exactly is going on between you and that Miss Sparkle? And how do you know the Emanator of Elation?"

"Brother, are you hiding some dangerous matter from me?"

Sunday shook his head. "It is merely business dealings. I regret ever making deals with a Masked Fool."

Robin looked outside the city. Compared to before, Penacony had become far too overcrowded. If not for the Family, the Interastral Peace Corporation, and that relic of Order, the planet itself would likely already have been destroyed.

She turned back toward her brother, worry written across her face.

"Although I don't understand everything Miss Sparkle said, what I did understand… I cannot say it was without reason."

"Now, Penacony has gathered who knows how many interstellar factions. Something is bound to happen. We must prepare for it."

"In this situation, even my voice will be of no help."

She might have been a galactic superstar, whose singing alone could bring an end to a war between civilizations. But when it came to the apocalypse, she could only soothe hearts, not solve problems.

And she was also aware of Lady Herta's broadcast mentioned by Miss Sparkle.

Yet because of the fragile order now in place, she had been forbidden to spread it.

She too believed that if the truth were made public, chaos would immediately follow.

Sunday's expression grew complicated. "I will take care of it. You just do as you always have."

How could he not know what the Masked Fool had said?

He agreed with the mechanism of the black beast tide: to wipe out all individuals of non-benevolent alignment, leaving only the purest essence of civilization.

It was like formatting a corrupted hard drive, restoring it to its best state.

But now, Penacony had gathered at least one-tenth of the top fleeing forces across the cosmos.

When the black beast tide descended, the major factions had already observed a certain mechanism at work.

In the face of death, every intelligent being would go mad—losing all conscience, committing any atrocity.

Especially with forces like the Interastral Peace Corporation and other cosmic factions entering Penacony, the Family no longer held complete control over the entire galaxy.

These fugitives were precisely the residue meant to be filtered out by the beast tide.

In order to avoid annihilation, they would go to any lengths. The entire Penacony Galaxy would be torn apart by them.

If not for the relic of Order, this chaos would have erupted already.

And as Penacony neared the arrival of the black beast tide, the collective survival will of intelligent life would continue to stimulate the relic of Order.

At that time, Robin, who resonated with the relic, would shine like a dazzling jewel.

Her Path of Harmony would instantly transform into the Path of Order.

Then, both the Aeon's relic and Robin herself would be forced by everyone into fusion with the relic.

She would become the last hope for all fugitives.

Even an Emanator was insufficient before the beast tide. Only the power of an Aeon could suffice.

But to fuse with an Aeon's relic—how dangerous and self-destructive a thing was that? Even if successful, would his sister still remain herself?

Sunday's heart turned icy cold. I will never allow anyone to harm my sister.

...

Meanwhile, within the Xianzhou Alliance—

The Alliance had already completely torn itself apart.

Within the Xianzhou Alliance, the profiteering class and those of non-benevolent alignment had already turned completely against the benevolent.

This division was no longer about race or culture. Among the Xianzhou's three great races—the Vidyadhara, the Foxians, and the Xianzhou natives—internal strife erupted. Command structures and combat strength all collapsed.

"Get lost! The monsters are here to devour you sinners! Why should we lay down our lives for you? All of this is your own doing!"

"Exactly! Why should we fight for you? Just let the monsters eat you already!"

"What! You damned bastards! We are colleagues, comrades, your superiors! This is serious violation and treason!"

"We are compatriots, the same Xianzhou people! Damn it!"

"Hahaha, die, all of you sinners die! When it was time to enjoy blessings, we weren't included—but when it's time to die, you throw us to the frontlines! Can't you see? The monsters won't even touch us! Hahaha!"

"The monsters won't eat us at all! The wounds on me were all caused by you bastards!"

"All you sinners should just die!"

In the Xianzhou Alliance's resistance against the black beast tide, those of the benevolent alignment were never harmed by the Abyssal monsters. Every death among them had only been collateral damage.

After Herta's broadcast spread, the feeling of betrayal flooded the hearts of all the benevolent.

So—the monsters hadn't devoured them at all. Instead, they were killed by their own.

And those attacked were all proven to carry sin, further deepening the rift in an instant.

This division went beyond the military—it spread into every aspect of life.

Even the Seven Arbiter-Generals of the Xianzhou and the Great Marshal were completely powerless. They could no longer command; few still heeded their orders.

"The most powerless collapse always comes from within—and now, it's both inside and outside…"

Jing Yuan gazed in despair upon the internal chaos of the Xianzhou, and the black beast tide raging outside. To expect him and the few still lucid to hold the tide at bay was nothing but a fool's dream.

With a deafening roar, the sky of the Xianzhou was torn apart. All of its sanctums were exposed as the black beast tide flooded directly into them, madly cleansing civilization.

"Save me! Dragon Girl, save meee!"

"Save me, Lady Dragon, save me first!"

"I am a Dragon Master! You must save me first! You are the Dragon Lord—this is your duty!"

At this moment, Bailu was surrounded by the Vidyadhara Dragon Master elders and a crowd of alchemists from the Alchemy Commission. Looking at those elders, who had shed all their usual dignity and now surrounded her with twisted, ferocious expressions, she clutched her medicine gourd in panic, utterly at a loss.

"Everyone! W-what should I do? I… I don't know what to do!"

She understood that an unimaginable disaster had erupted within the Xianzhou, but there was so much she did not know. She only knew many had died, and even with her abilities, she could not save the wounded.

What she did not know was that once one was tainted by the Abyss, unless recognized as a good person or an ordinary one by Noah, or unless an Aeon personally acted, no one could be saved.

Seeing Bailu's frightened pleading, the Dragon Master elder who had always disliked her glared ferociously, barking at her as if scolding a puppy: "Do nothing! If monsters come, you just stand in front of us!"

After saying that, he pressed down on Bailu's shoulder, ensuring she could not escape.

"Ah! Dragon Master! Y-you were also hurt by the monsters and agitated, right? I'll heal you now!" Bailu cried in fear, shaking the medicine gourd in her hand.

"Heal, my ass. Useless brat. A beast will always be a beast. Do as you're told!"

The Dragon Master elder paid no heed to Bailu's thoughts.

Many had already realized that if they used those untouched by the monsters as shields, the monsters' desire to attack them greatly decreased—sometimes even ceased entirely.

"Uuuu…" Bailu's mood instantly sank at the scolding, filled with sorrow.

She did not understand why so many elders disliked her.

She had just saved many people—even that very Dragon Master elder—yet they still berated her. What had she done wrong?

Was it because she had inherited the Dragon Lord's position, yet remained so weak, that the elders resented her?

Hmph!

Just then, a wave of icy cold aura swept across the area. The ground, the buildings, and even the Abyssal monsters, who were watching closely and calculating how to avoid Bailu while purging her captors, were all instantly frozen.

Crack—Crack—

The piercing sound of freezing erased all other noise.

Not only the Abyssal monsters, but even those alchemists who had been using Bailu as a shield were frozen up to their necks—not killed, but trapped in ice.

"Aaaah! What's happening! It's freezing!"

"W-what just happened!?"

"Who is it? Reinforcements!?"

"So cold! I'm going to freeze to death!"

Bailu's sorrow and confusion were shattered by the sudden turn of events. Flustered, she looked around until her gaze was drawn to a figure of white hair.

"Y-you are! Wh-what are you doing here? A-are you here to save us?"

The figure that entered everyone's vision had long hair of pale blue-gray, tied in a circular bun with a green hair ribbon. Over one eye, she wore a black eyepatch adorned with a silver moon pattern.

Her lips were drawn in a thin, indifferent line.

On her right ear, chest, and back hung teardrop-shaped earrings. Her garments, dyed in celeste and smoky blue, were patterned with cloud and fret motifs.

On her arm bloomed an epiphyllum; on the trailing ribbons of her clothes was depicted the lunar phases from crescent to full. In her hand she lightly gripped a longsword of pure ice.

A terrifying chill radiated from her body, spreading in all directions. In just an instant, the entire sanctum of the Alchemy Commission had turned pure white.

All things in motion were frozen still.

"How pitiful. In the face of death, no matter how revered one may be, all dignity is stripped away, leaving only hideous ugliness."

The icy, sword-immortal-like woman strode past the panicking, frozen crowd without sparing them a glance, stopping directly before Bailu.

"Are you unharmed, Dragon Lady?"

Her eyes were hidden beneath the eyepatch, so none could see her gaze.

"I-I'm fine. Thank you, big sister… are you an important figure of the Cloud Knights?" Bailu shook her head, uncertain. She did not know if this elder sister was good or bad—but since she had not harmed her, she must be good.

"To think our first meeting would be at such a time… so much has changed." The sword-immortal woman shook her head.

Although she had not been the primary participant in the Rebellion of the Imbibitor Lunae, it had nonetheless shaped the Bailu of today.

She had always kept an eye on Bailu's situation.

Though in the past her demonic yin body had erupted, driving her into madness and causing her to slaughter her own comrades—leading to her being wanted by the Xianzhou Alliance—now, under these circumstances, no one cared whether she had returned.

"As long as you're safe, Dragon Lady. The monsters won't harm you. Find a place to hide, and only come out when the wailing ceases."

"Don't think of saving people. You cannot save them… nor is it possible to save them."

Here, the sword-immortal women paused, then said after a moment's thought: "But knowing your nature, when you hear cries of suffering, you won't be able to sit idly by. Better I stay with you."

With that, she grasped Bailu's hand and pulled her away.

"Wait! Where are you taking me?" Bailu looked back at the frozen people. "Everyone…"

The sword-immortal girl replied: "Didn't I already say? They cannot be saved. Those who survive have no need of saving."

"Even if saved for a moment, they cannot be saved forever. And to be baptized in this way… it is not entirely a bad thing."

"Even I am the same."

In her view, for the universe to be completely cleansed by such a disaster was not a bad outcome.

It would return the universe's civilizations to their most benevolent, most pure state—that utopian-like world, no longer cold and hateful with survival of the fittest, but instead filled with kindness.

"Oh…" Bailu did not understand, but she looked back with worry at those frozen with only their heads exposed.

"Damn it! Come back!"

"Wretch! You are the Dragon Lord—you must protect us!"

"Come back now!"

"Save us! Let me go! Please, let me gooo…"

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have used Dragon Lady as a shield! Please let me go!"

After the sword-immortal girl pulled Bailu away, the Abyssal monsters were the first to break free from their frozen state.

Crack—Crack—

Rooaaar—

The Abyssal monsters, their crimson eyes gleaming, looked upon the frozen alchemists of the Alchemy Commission. With a low growl, they pounced, tearing into them amid terrified screams.

"Aaaahhh!"

"Help—"

If this was the fate of the fewer numbers in the Alchemy Commission, then the larger groups elsewhere were scenes even more horrifying.

In the Divination Commission—

Fu Xuan watched as her once-disciplined subordinates now repeatedly seized those untouched by the monsters as shields. No matter how she shouted or tried to stop them, they would not listen.

"Madness… they've all gone completely mad!"

"External dangers are terrible enough—but the trap of human hearts is the true abyss!"

At her side, Qingque—the diviner she had once most favored despite her habitual laziness—now stood trembling, her voice quivering as she asked:

"M-Master Diviner… w-what should we do…?"

Chapter 9: Is the Shogun's Passive Flirting?

In Fiore's room… estimating it to be about time for sleep, the girl put down the book on her lap and turned her gaze to the beautiful woman wandering curiously around the room.

At this moment, the Shogun was truly like a child, peeking here and there, examining everything… whenever she found something interesting, she picked it up and touched it.

"Hehe…"

Fiore couldn't help but laugh softly at such an adorable sight.

"Shogun, do you need sleep?"

She asked the curious woman.

"…This vessel is not mortal and requires no sleep."

The Shogun's hands paused slightly before she turned her gaze toward the girl in the wheelchair and replied softly. The Seven Archons of the mortal world were different from humans—they did not need sleep, though they could if they wished, depending on their mood.

"I see…"

Fiore nodded lightly in understanding.

"Are you tired? If you are, then rest. Pay no mind to me."

The Shogun could see that the girl before her was somewhat exhausted, both in body and spirit. Since she was tired, she should rest and let her body recover to its usual state—that was the key to maintaining health.

"…Mm."

Fiore had originally wanted to talk more with the Shogun… but since the other said so, she couldn't continue the topic. Somehow, though her Servant gave her little worry, at times she seemed more troublesome than others' Servants—at least in terms of communication.

"Haa…"

Fiore let out a discouraged sigh, then slowly moved her wheelchair to the bedside. Looking at the large bed before her, she struggled to push herself up from the chair, trying to shift her body onto the bed's edge…

Clatter…

However, the wheelchair slipped slightly, refusing to cooperate. She quickly steadied it again, sighing helplessly.

Step, step…

"?!"

Unexpectedly, the Shogun had already walked over. Just as Fiore was about to voice her confusion, her entire delicate body was suddenly lifted into the Shogun's arms in a princess carry.

"Sh-Shogun///"

Fiore's face flushed red as she shrank into the Shogun's embrace, staring at her violet eyes in disbelief.

"It seemed you needed help. Was I overstepping?"

The Shogun gently set the girl down at the bed's head, letting her back rest against the pillow. She carefully adjusted Fiore's immobile slender legs and pulled the blanket over her.

After completing this nurse-like routine, she sat on the edge of the bed and asked this question.

"N-No, not at all… absolutely not. I just… I thought the Shogun wouldn't notice my movements…"

Fiore pulled the blanket up around herself, cheeks faintly red as she looked at the breathtakingly beautiful yet coldly elegant woman before her.

"You should know… this vessel can sense the flow of air and every detail around her—including your actions."

The Shogun explained with her usual expressionless face, speaking calmly to the blushing girl.

Then, she rose once more and stepped away from the bed.

"Rest now. I will remain here with you. Tomorrow, we still have things to do."

Standing at the window, the Shogun lifted a finger to part the curtain slightly, gazing at the Trifas streets below, lit only by the glow of lamplight.

"Mm… good night, Shogun."

Hearing her Servant's words, Fiore smiled with relief, then, with a tone tinged with shyness, bid the Shogun good night. Using the faint light of the bedside lamp, she curled beneath the blanket and closed her eyes.

[Shogun, you're quite good at this… that girl is nearly swept off her feet by you.]

At that moment, Ei finally spoke again after a long silence.

'When have I ever done such a thing?'

[…Sigh.]

Ei let out a helpless sigh.

[Normally, when there's a stranger nearby, one can't fall into deep sleep. Yet that girl… she's sleeping soundly now. She truly trusts you, Shogun.]

'Perhaps it's simply that she was already very tired.'

Closing the curtain once more, the Shogun walked to the room's open space and allowed her body to float above the ground. She crossed her graceful legs into a meditative posture. Unlike mortals, however, she crossed only her right leg, letting her left rest upon the right ankle, toes pointing straight down to the floor at a vertical angle. Her entire form sat suspended in the air as though by magic.

This was her usual posture for entering meditation—the same habit she had long used to pass the nights.

[Shogun, won't you go outside for a walk?]

Ei asked.

'Since I have already given my word to stay, it is only right that I keep it.'

Her ethereal voice echoed calmly within the Plane of Euthymia…

Kneeling upon the ground of the Plane of Euthymia, Ei slowly opened her violet eyes. Compared to the Shogun, her expression and gaze carried a gentler touch.

"…That is true."

Her soft, tender voice spread calmly through the space.

...

The next morning, at nine o'clock—

Kairi arrived at a small chapel on the Sighișoara mountain, near Trifas, together with the Saber he had summoned the previous night—Mordred, the rebellious knight, son of King Arthur.

Sighișoara had emerged around the twelfth century, a city whose streets still preserved an extraordinary number of medieval structures. Even across all of Europe, such a sight was rare, making it a perfectly suitable tourist town.

Its geographical position also made it the closest settlement to Trifas. Using it as the Red Faction's base allowed them to both observe Yggdmillennia's movements and avoid being easily detected.

"…"

Standing at the entrance, Kairi observed discreetly beneath his sunglasses. Familiars were already scattered in the corners nearby, but beyond them, no other presence was visible.

"Heh… what an exaggeration."

He muttered, unimpressed, before pushing open the wooden door before him.

Creaaak~!

The long-neglected hinges groaned loudly, the sound echoing through the vast, solemn hall of the church.

At the far end of the hall, a man in black knelt on one knee with his back turned, seemingly in prayer. Kairi was unsurprised—this was the very meeting he had come for.

Knock, knock~

He rapped his knuckles against the pew beside him, producing a deep, muffled sound.

"This was the appointed place. So, you're the one who called me here?"

He asked aloud.

The man opened his eyes and rose to his feet, turning fully to face him.

"…"

Kairi's eyes narrowed faintly beneath his sunglasses as he studied the man.

The other appeared young, handsome in a stern way. His skin was tanned, his hair a spiked gray-white. He wore the black garb of a priest, a golden cross hanging from his neck. With hands folded politely before him, he gazed calmly at Kairi.

"A pleasure to meet you. I am Shirou Kotomine, acting as the supervisor for this Holy Grail War."

The young priest bowed respectfully.

"Kairi Sisigou. I'll skip the self-introduction—since you already know."

Kairi responded curtly.

"Yes… of course. That is the supervisor's duty."

The man called Shirou stepped closer, stopping before him, then glanced toward his side.

"And your Servant?"

Hum~!

The next instant, Mordred materialized from spirit form, clad in armor, standing firmly at Kairi's side.

"…Hey!"

Kairi froze for a second before sharply scolding his Servant for acting without permission.

But Mordred simply raised her hand.

"I sense an unpleasant presence. Let me remain like this for now, Master."

"…"

Kairi sighed, then reluctantly gave in.

"Very well, then let me introduce mine."

Shirou smiled faintly and glanced beside him.

Hum~!

From spirit form emerged a woman dressed in black, her style decadent and alluring. A beautiful woman stood revealed.

"!"

Kairi's breath caught in his chest. He had not sensed her presence at all. The concealment of her aura was absolute—an Assassin?

"Hehe… I am the Red Faction's Assassin. My true name is Semiramis. Pleased to meet you, Kairi—whatever it was."

Her lips curved into a mocking smile, her tone dripping with disdain.

"Tch!"

Vrrm!!

Mordred bristled instantly, energy gathering into her blade as she prepared to strike. But Kairi raised a hand, halting her.

"Master?"

"…"

Kairi shook his head.

"Damn it…"

Mordred cursed under her breath.

"Now then… shall we begin with the exchange of information?"

Shirou, unfazed by the tension, simply smiled again and gestured politely toward the pew, inviting Kairi to sit beside him.

Chapter 8: Just Call Me Shogun

[Shogun, were you thinking of Ayaka?]

Ei knew the Shogun as well as she knew herself.

'Your intuition never fails to catch me.'

The Shogun yielded.

[I have always been watching you. How could I not see through such small thoughts? But do not mistake this girl for Ayaka. To do so would be discourteous to both Ayaka and this girl.]

Ei admonished her like one would scold a child.

'Ei…'

What did she take her for? The Shogun's tone carried a trace of dissatisfaction, almost like a child's grievance.

[Apologies… I know you are not that kind of person. You simply attract others without intent—that is all~]

The Shogun exhaled softly in her heart.

Meanwhile… Astolfo had not quieted down in the least, still going around asking the other Servants for their true names.

"Hey~ what about you?"

He approached a silent, doll-like girl in Western dress.

"…"

The girl gave no reply, only shaking her head to show refusal.

"What?"

Astolfo didn't understand and asked again.

"Uhh…"

The girl, clearly impatient, turned her face away with disdain, red bangs falling to cover her eyes.

"Hey, Master over there… what's this child's true name? Tell me, won't you~?"

He turned suddenly toward Caules, whose expression had grown complicated.

"Eh—eh?!"

Caules was caught completely off guard.

"Come on, quick! (^-^) Hey hey!"

Astolfo leaned in, grabbing his arm, eyes sparkling with curiosity. Caules nearly froze under the pressure.

"…Fr-Frankenstein."

In the end, he yielded.

"So that's it… then I'll call you little Fran~!"

Astolfo spun back toward Frankenstein—Berserker—and beamed brightly.

"Uhh!!"

Fran gave a low growl of displeasure at her true name being exposed, her expression twisting into something feral.

"Ahhh~! Sorry, sorry!"

Rider instantly backed down, flustered as he waved his hands.

"Seems I've made her angry…"

He scratched his head with a sheepish smile.

"Sigh…"

The Shogun sighed softly. She felt that simply staying here was enough to unsettle her. For a moment, she even longed to return to Inazuma.

"Ah! And lastly—this beautiful lady here! What's your true name, miss~?"

As expected, it came to her turn. The Shogun regarded the effeminate Servant before her with a cold, indifferent gaze, lips sealed.

"…"

The silence grew awkward.

"Um… beautiful lady~?"

Astolfo pressed again, his voice lilting.

"…You are a woman?"

The Shogun replied instead with a cold, unrelated question.

"Eh? Hey~ I'm a man… that's rather rude!"

Astolfo flushed inexplicably, his voice rising.

"If so, why wear women's attire?"

Her violet eyes narrowed.

"W-What of it? This is my style! This is my~ personality! Do you have a problem with that?"

He glared at her in protest.

"Not at all. We are strangers; how could I take issue with you?"

The Shogun closed her eyes, inwardly exasperated. Of course she minded. Though his features could pass for a girl's, knowing he was a man made it difficult to look at him the same way.

"That's why~ now's the time to get acquainted! Right, Master lady over there?"

Once again, Astolfo turned to a Master for support—this time, Fiore, the Shogun's Master.

"…"

Unlike Caules earlier, Fiore did not panic. Instead, she calmly turned her azure eyes to the Shogun, silently seeking her opinion. Her gaze carried gentle inquiry.

The Shogun noticed, her violet eyes softening faintly with resignation.

She had no care for her true name. After all, she was but a foreigner here.

"Speak if you wish."

Her cold yet melodious voice reached Fiore's ears.

"…"

Fiore lowered her gaze briefly in thought, then looked back toward Rider.

"My apologies… but all I can say is that my Servant is Saber. Any further information, I must keep confidential."

It was not that Fiore disregarded the Shogun's words—she simply felt that revealing her Servant's true name at such a time was inappropriate. Moreover, the Shogun's nature was unlike others, and speaking carelessly could invite unnecessary trouble.

"Eh how dull?"

Astolfo instantly lost his energy.

The Shogun glanced toward Fiore—who only answered with a gentle smile.

The next moment, Vlad's deep voice resounded through the hall—

"Hear me, all of you! With the might of warriors worth a thousand, we shall annihilate the Red Servants! Proud heroes, I await your valor. I am Vlad Țepeș! To defend my nation and fulfill my wish, I swear before you all—I shall be the victor!"

At his declaration, every other Servant save the Shogun lowered on one knee before the Lancer.

"Tonight is the eve of the Holy Grail War. You may each return to your quarters and rest well. What you do is your own affair. For now, this meeting is adjourned."

Darnic followed up with his own announcement, dismissing the Black Faction.

"Alright dismissed, dismissed!! I'm going to bed!!"

Rider, looking exhausted, tried to hurry away.

"Rider, to my chambers later."

But his Master, Celenike, gave a twisted smile as she ordered him.

"Uhh… y-yes, ma'am."

Rider's face sank into a look of doom. How had he ended up with such a sadistic Master?

"Archer, with me."

Gordes also commanded his Servant.

"As you wish."

Archer bowed politely and followed.

After saying farewell to his sister, Caules also left with Berserker.

Now, aside from Vlad and Darnic, only the Shogun and the wheelchair-bound girl—Fiore—remained.

The Shogun felt somewhat lost. But if "dismissed" meant free activity, then she would simply take her leave. She turned to go.

"Um… well…"

Fiore gave a troubled smile and, with effort, began to wheel herself after the Shogun.

In the corridor…

Hearing the wheels grinding behind her, the Shogun glanced back. The girl was following without pause, her face strained, a sheen of sweat on her brow.

The Shogun's gaze fell upon her slender legs, unmoving. Indeed, they bore affliction. With that thought, she slowed her pace, letting the girl draw alongside her.

Fiore noticed the subtle gesture and felt warmth in her heart. Her lips curved in a gentle smile as she cautiously called out:

"Um… Saber…"

"…Call me Shogun."

The Shogun understood her intent and gave her name—or rather, her title. After all, Ei had never given her a personal name. She had always been called only "Shogun."

"Shogun…"

Fiore obediently addressed her so.

"I… am often inconvenienced in daily life. I hope Shogun will not find me troublesome."

She referred, of course, to her crippled legs. She feared her Servant might resent her.

"It matters not. Afflictions are not by your will. This vessel will care for you."

The Shogun shook her head slightly, showing she held no disdain—on the contrary, she would care for her Master.

"Ah… I-I thank you, Shogun…"

Fiore's cheeks flushed faintly as she lowered her eyes, voice soft. Still, her hands moved the wheels with effort.

The Shogun watched her movements, her gaze shifting to the handles of the chair.

"Do you require assistance?"

"Eh?"

The girl blinked in confusion.

"You seem strained. Do you require my help?"

The Shogun sighed softly as she repeated.

"N-no need… to have Shogun push me would be far too impolite."

The girl shook her head quickly. How could she let her Servant, whom she had just met, push her chair?

"But… are not those handles made for pushing?"

The Shogun indicated the grips at the back. Fiore glanced at them, embarrassed. How could she answer?

"Th-they are indeed… for pushing, but…"

Still hesitant, the girl faltered. The Shogun only sighed.

"So be it… yet seeing you struggle, to not aid you would be heartless."

With that, she stepped behind Fiore and took hold of the handles, pushing lightly. The chair moved effortlessly.

"Um… Shogun, if I trouble you too much, you needn't push me. I can manage on my own."

Fiore still worried she might be a burden.

"My decision is made. Do not question it."

The Shogun closed her eyes, her stance unyielding, as if to say: "You cannot stop me."

"U-Understood… thank you, Shogun."

Seeing her determination, Fiore no longer argued. Her heart warmed, lips curving sweetly as she whispered her thanks.

Chapter 7: The God of Thunder, Who Does Not Kneel to the Mortal World

"Hm?"

At this moment, Darnic noticed that the Shogun, still standing upright, had slightly furrowed her brows.

"Why do you not kneel before my king as a vow?!"

By his side was Vlad, his Servant. From the moment of Vlad's initial summoning, Darnic had adopted the posture of a vassal to flatter him and earn his favor. After all, as a Lancer, Vlad was one of the Black Faction's most precious assets. If such incidents soured his mood and delayed important matters, it would be disastrous.

Although he held the Command Spells as a last resort, there were only three. Unless absolutely necessary, he would never use them! Thus, keeping the Servant in good spirits was the truly wise course.

"?"

Hearing Darnic's questioning tone, the Shogun slowly turned her violet, oppressive gaze upon the man and the Vlad at his side.

"…That gaze… what do you mean by it?"

At that moment, Vlad also met her eyes, his own carrying an equally oppressive pressure as he stared her down.

"…Um… Uncle—!"

Sensing the tension, Fiore grew uneasy. She did not wish for her Servant to come into conflict with the others. She hurriedly tried to wheel herself forward to explain on the Shogun's behalf, but before she could—

The Shogun spoke first.

"The God of Thunder… does not kneel to the mortal world."

Even for the sake of national custom, such a principle could not be broken. This was not only the Shogun's belief, but also Ei's. Her words came calmly, her face still as cold, beautiful, and authoritative as ever.

"!"

Hearing this, Fiore's heart sank… She understood the Shogun's meaning, but others might not.

"Should I take these words as insolence? The Black Faction does not tolerate rebellion!"

Darnic's face grew dark with anger, his tone sharp and condemning.

"This vessel… merely states the truth. That you would call such truth insolence and rebellion…"

The Shogun's tone carried a faint trace of mockery.

"…Only proves that you lack the capacity for greatness, and are foolish enough to invite ridicule."

"You!!"

Darnic, unable to contain himself, ground his teeth and pointed at her in fury.

The atmosphere in the hall grew tense. The other Servants and Masters all turned their gazes toward the Shogun, Darnic, and the silent Vlad, who had yet to speak.

"Sister…"

Caules worried for his sister, afraid her Servant might drag her into trouble.

But Fiore herself was not particularly flustered. In fact, she remained calm. She did not command the Shogun to kneel, but silently stood by her Servant's side. From the instant the Shogun had appeared before her, Fiore knew she belonged to her faction. In this situation, she would instinctively support her own Servant.

Crack…

The hall's lights flickered on. The grand chandelier on the ceiling lit up with warm, white light, dispersing the suffocating tension.

"Is that so… this is your path as a hero? You claimed yourself the God of Thunder, did you not? Then as a god, what need is there to kneel to us mortals, Darnic?"

Vlad's gaze shifted in that instant, softening with warmth that matched the hall's light.

"But… my king…"

"Enough~! Perhaps this is the very charm of the Holy Grail War—the clash of heroes' ideals. Do you not agree, Darnic?"

"Ah… yes."

Darnic could only bow his head in reluctant agreement.

With Vlad's words, the others finally breathed a sigh of relief. Their expressions eased.

"Phew…"

Caules let out a heartfelt breath, and so too did Fiore at the Shogun's side.

Several of the other Servants, meanwhile, cast looks of approval and admiration toward the beautiful, violet-haired woman before them.

"…"

The Shogun's face remained expressionless. To be truthful, she was still somewhat bewildered. Though she had been informed of the Holy Grail War's rules and its worldview, to suddenly arrive here like this was disorienting. Only a moment ago, she had been within that mysterious passageway.

[Do not look at me… I am just as confused.]

Ei interjected suddenly.

'I did not intend to ask you.'

[Really? Yet in the next moment you were about to call for me?]

'A mere illusion.'

[Shogun, denying your own heart… that is not a good habit.]

"Alright! Everyone, attention~?!"

A lively, somewhat playful androgynous voice drew everyone's attention. It was the same effeminate youth from before—now clapping his hands, striking girlish poses as all eyes turned toward him.

"..." ×N

"Huh?"

The burly Gordes turned in confusion to stare at him, as did the other Masters and Servants present—including the Shogun and Fiore at her side.

[Is this person also a hero? Why does he appear so strange?]

Ei wondered.

'Likely just his personal affectation.'

The Shogun replied calmly.

The youth continued to chatter.

"Since we're already comrades now, right? So, so! I think it'd be way more efficient if we all revealed our true names, don't you?!"

Bouncing on his feet, he hopped about before them, his speech and gestures exaggeratedly feminine—brimming with energy like a lively maiden. The Shogun could not fathom how one could be so practiced in such behavior. In Inazuma, this person would surely have been dealt with by the Shogunate without hesitation.

"Then my name is Astolfo! One of Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins! My class is Rider! Pleased to meet you all~? Hehehe (^_-)!"

Tap tap…

After his cheerful self-introduction, he skipped merrily over to the brown-haired young man, leaning close to his face.

"And you~?"

He asked brightly.

The man leaned back slightly, glancing toward his Master, Gordes.

"Do not speak, Archer! You must not reveal your true name."

Gordes immediately cut in, stepping forward.

"Understood."

Archer nodded in agreement.

"Eh? Tell us, pleeease!"

Astolfo's tone shifted into a coquettish whine, enough to make the silent Shogun's skin prickle with goosebumps.

"…My apologies."

Archer simply smiled politely and refused.

At this, Rider's Master, Celenike, voiced her displeasure.

"Didn't we agree to reveal our true names? Why back out now?"

She sneered, pushing up the glasses at her nose.

"I rescind that. The fewer who know our true names, the better. For safety's sake."

In this matter, Gordes was uncharacteristically prudent. He shared his reasoning openly, especially given Rider's loose tongue and inability to keep secrets.

After finishing, Gordes turned his gaze toward Fiore…

"…Uncle Darnic?"

Fiore, catching her uncle's look, softly appealed to him for a decision.

"…"

Darnic met Gordes' eyes. After a pause, he answered.

"Very well. If you are willing to take responsibility, Gordes, then I permit it."

"Of course!"

Gordes answered with a confident smile.

"…"

But the Shogun's concern was not these trivial exchanges. Instead, her violet eyes fell upon the girl named Fiore—her body in a wheelchair. The rules stated each Holy Grail War was fought with a Master and Servant paired together. From what she had seen, this girl was indeed her Master.

Seated in that device… did it mean her legs suffered an affliction?

So be it. Such private matters were best left unspoken—for every mortal bore their own burdens.

Fiore seemed to sense the Shogun's gaze. Her expression faltered for a moment, then her cheeks flushed faintly. A heartbeat later, she looked back at her Servant and returned the gaze—with a smile, gentle yet tinged with shyness.

"…"

Seeing that tender smile, that hint of shy warmth, the Shogun could not help but recall another girl's face. The young lady of the Yashiro Commission had, on occasion, smiled at her in much the same way.

Chapter 6: Saber, Raiden Shogun, Has Arrived!

Before her stretched an endless, boundless space… thunderous energy occasionally flickered across the void around her.

[If we continue wandering blindly… we may lose our way.]

The Shogun halted her steps slightly, glancing around the indistinct surroundings.

"…We are already lost."

Her words struck like cold water.

[The entrance we came from has already closed. Can we even return?]

Ei's voice carried faint worry.

"It matters not. I can simply cut another path when the time comes."

[As expected, it's always easier to leave everything in your hands, Shogun. That way, I can rest easy.]

"Ei, do not slack off."

[You call this slacking? You manage Inazuma far better than I. Leaving it to you seems only natural.]

Even in such a place, the two could still speak with one another…

Rumble…

A clap of thunder rippled through the void, drawing the Shogun's attention.

Why was there Electro here? She wondered—was it because she had first used Musou Isshin to cleave open this path? Or was this one of Musou Isshin's hidden properties?

"Have you ever used this technique before, truly?"

She asked Ei.

[She never has—at least, not before me.]

"—Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.

"Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.

"Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth."

As the Shogun wandered aimlessly through the thunder-filled void, she suddenly heard a girl's chanting echoing faintly, as if speaking directly to her.

"Who chants thus?"

Following the voice, the Shogun stepped forward. Indeed—as she drew closer, the ethereal tone grew clearer.

[Be cautious, Shogun. This place seems beyond Teyvat's boundaries.]

From within her Plane of Euthymia, Ei's calm warning reached her.

"It is but chanting. Nothing to fear."

For she was the Raiden Shogun, the embodiment of lightning—she had never feared any foe. Her confidence in her strength was absolute.

As she neared the source of the voice, the surrounding void warped. Thunder roared louder, resonating deeply within her.

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Holy Balance!"

At that line, the Shogun felt the space twist violently. Light particles gathered, her hand glowing faintly with violet sparks. Her entire body radiated lightning, resonating with the voice.

[This is an ancient incantation of summoning. That girl is calling to us.]

The words were foreign—not of Teyvat's language, but from another world entirely. Yet why did it resonate with her so strongly? And why could that girl summon one of the Seven Archons?

Intriguing…

[I am interested… Shogun, why not answer her call?]

The Shogun nodded lightly, releasing her hold. Violet light engulfed her body, breaking down into glittering particles that vanished from the void.

...

When she opened her eyes again, she stood in an unfamiliar hall, surrounded by strangers in peculiar garb.

But her gaze immediately fixed on the wheelchair-bound girl who had linked her with mana all this time.

"Are you the one who calls for me?"

She asked her first question.

"Y-Yes."

Fiore's voice trembled, her hands gripping her wheelchair. This was her Servant? Unlike the others—so majestic, so beautiful, so different.

"Wow… she's stunning~"

Roche's eyes sparkled with excitement as he gazed upon the goddess-like Shogun.

"This… this is Sister's Servant?"

Caules stared blankly, dumbfounded.

[Servant? What is that?]

Ei murmured, puzzled.

'Perhaps it is a local term,' the Shogun answered inwardly.

At that moment, knowledge surged into the Shogun's mind—a set of rules, an explanation.

'Did you feel that?'

[Yes… a kind of law. A "Holy Grail War"? How fanciful… Today is the most remarkable day I've had since the time you left me, truly unforgettable.]

[Ah… no, I should add—the most unforgettable moment was still the first time you opened your eyes, Shogun.]

Ei quickly amended, as if afraid of being rebuked.

The Shogun thought to herself that such words were unnecessary.

As Ei said, the rules and terminology of the Holy Grail War had all been thrust into her mind in an instant. She now understood her current state. Servants were Heroic Spirits summoned from across time—but she had not died. Had she simply been seized, pulled here as she passed between realms?

"A beautiful lady, huh? What a pleasure to meet you."

From afar, the androgynous youth addressed her with cheer.

The Shogun gave no reply. She merely surveyed the hall and its gathered strangers with a single glance, then floated gracefully down from midair. Her long, flawless legs descended lightly, landing upon the floor with elegance.

Now her full appearance was revealed to all—

Dark violet hair braided and falling down her back. A beauty mark glistened beneath her right eye, glowing faintly with violet light. Her hair was adorned with a purple bellflower and a folded fan.

She wore a short, patterned kimono of violet, its hem reaching upper-thigh, its wide collar revealing smooth shoulders wrapped in sheer violet cloth, while the neckline dipped to a faint glimpse of cleavage. Her left shoulder bore a black-and-gold pauldron. The lengths of her sleeves differed on each side, and her waist was bound by a red sash, fastened with purple cords bearing the tomoe emblem of Electro.

Her shapely legs were wrapped in dark purple thigh-high stockings, patterned at the hems, leaving a generous stretch of bare thigh revealed above, before tapering down to graceful feet in traditional Inazuman sandals with raised heels.

All eyes were upon her—but she paid them no mind. Step by step, she strode toward the center of the hall.

Crackle…

With every step, currents of electricity rippled outward. Light particles of Electro streamed from her sleeves, trailing around her like a vision of divinity.

"Woooow~~"

Roche practically shook with excitement.

Fiore's heart swelled with relief and joy as she watched the Shogun. Relief that her summoning had not failed after all, and joy that her Servant was not some untrustworthy being—but this magnificent woman, radiant like a goddess. The burden lifted from her shoulders.

"It seems the final Servant has arrived."

Gordes exhaled, relieved that the Black Faction would not be at a disadvantage.

The Shogun halted in the hall's center, still surveying her surroundings with composure. Currents of electricity coiled about her figure, making her appear all the more radiant in the dim chamber.

The Masters moved behind their respective Servants. Fiore, too, wheeled herself behind the Shogun, her gaze fixed gently on her new partner, lips curved in a smile of warmth and delight.

"?"

Noticing the weight of her gaze, the Shogun turned slightly, her violet eyes falling upon Fiore.

"—!"

Fiore startled, her face flushing as she quickly averted her eyes in embarrassment.

Darnic, meanwhile, was overcome with elation. He laughed heartily, bowing reverently toward Vlad upon the throne.

"Ha! My king! Behold, these are the Servants our Black Masters have summoned—your subordinates!"

No one had expected Fiore to summon such a powerful Servant. Their side's chances of victory had just risen further.

"Mm."

Vlad nodded, rising to his feet as he addressed the hall.

"Those who have answered our summons in pursuit of the Grail—first, let us secure victory as the Black Faction!"

His deep, commanding voice resounded.

"With their summoning, the Yggdmillennia have embarked upon a path of no return!"

At Darnic's rousing words, each face lit with confidence.

"But! When this Great War ends, those Masters who stand until the very last shall attain boundless glory. Fear not!! For we already hold the almighty wish-granting device—the Greater Grail!"

"Under our king's banner, let us seize victory!"

His final words thundered with grandeur.

The three newly-summoned Servants bent on one knee before Vlad and Darnic. Only the Shogun remained standing, eyes calm, electricity crackling faintly around her.

[When did we become this man's subordinates?]

Ei's voice grew low, brimming with offense. She felt insulted to be claimed by some stranger she did not even know.

Chapter 5: Are You the One Who Calls for Me?

"Well… if we can summon powerful and unusual Servants, that would be ideal. Speaking of which… Roche, it's rare to see you away from your workshop."

Darnic's gaze turned to the youngest boy among them.

He had already summoned his Servant two months prior—a Caster, currently within the castle's workshop producing golems for the upcoming war.

"Of course! This is the ritual of summoning Heroic Spirits. To witness it even once in a lifetime is lucky enough—so of course I want to see it again."

Though Roche's voice tried to sound like that of an adult, his tone carried undeniable excitement.

He was a magus with some renown in puppet engineering, though his creations prioritized function over appearance or artistry—an approach somewhat lacking in refinement.

"And Caster?"

"Busy refining a Noble Phantasm design, but 'Master' said he'll be here shortly."

"Give Caster my apologies. For now, stay and witness this mystery."

"Ha! I know~"

Roche shrugged, his face bright with excitement as he stared at the summoning circle shimmering faintly with particles of light.

Buzz~

The next instant, Caster materialized beside him—cloaked in blue, clad in a skintight suit, and wearing a mask devoid of eyes or mouth.

"Master!"

Roche called out happily.

Caster gave a silent nod, bowing courteously to those present.

Once Darnic confirmed the four Masters' positions, he turned toward the empty throne and bowed deeply.

"Then, my king… let the ritual begin."

He spoke with solemn reverence.

"Mm."

A deep, echoing voice suddenly resounded in the hall, drawing everyone's gaze.

Particles of light gathered upon the throne, forming the figure of a man. He wore noble black garments that blended seamlessly with the night. His pallid face contrasted starkly with his long, unkempt white hair.

The moment he appeared, the atmosphere grew taut. Simply standing there, he exuded a suffocating pressure.

This was the Black Faction's Lancer—Vlad III, the "Impaler." Known worldwide by another name: "Dracula," the infamous vampire count. Yet before them stood not the vampire, but the great hero of Romania.

"..."

Fiore's fingers clenched the fabric of her trousers. Was this the oppressive aura of a powerful Servant?

She instinctively pressed her palm over the Command Spells on her hand, as if the gesture could steady her heart.

Vlad's sharp gaze swept across them all, his voice ringing with authority.

"Good. Now summon the Heroic Spirits who shall serve under me."

"As you command."

Darnic bowed like a vassal, then turned to the four Masters before him.

"O noble magi of our house! This is your moment of brilliance—to witness the gathering of heroes from ages past! We have no retreat! Have you steeled your resolve?"

The four remained silent, but their expressions were resolute.

Darnic smiled, satisfied.

"Then… begin the ritual!!"

"!" ×4

All four—Fiore among them—fixed their eyes on the circle, stretching out their arms marked with Command Spells toward their respective catalysts.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.

"Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.

"Let black be the color I pay tribute to."

Gordes intoned first.

"Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall."

Celenike followed.

"Let the four cardinal gates close."

Caules was next.

"Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate!"

Finally, Fiore's own clear voice rang out, steady and strong.

All four chanted the verses, long committed to memory, in unison.

Buzz buzz~!!

Whoooosh!!

With each line, the circle's glow intensified, surging with mana that radiated outward. The fierce gale lifted their hair and garments.

"Let it be declared now; your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.

"Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.

"Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth." ×4

Fiore felt the magic circuits in her arm flood her mind, hammering at her spirit. The searing pain clenched her teeth tight!

"An oath shall be sworn here.

"I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven; I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell." ×4

At the end of this line, the other three paused in unison, almost as if rehearsed—save for Caules.

"Yet, though serves with thine eyes clouded in chaos Thou, bound in the cage of madness. I am he who command these chaos!"

Caules seized the moment, perfectly inserting the line, syncing the rhythm seamlessly with the next verse.

Buzz buzz!!

The magic circle's outpour of mana grew fiercer and fiercer!!

Though all four were wracked by the pain of their circuits and the fear of losing control, none of them hesitated. This ritual was like a gamble—for greater mysteries, for their wishes—it was worth the risk.

"—!!"

Fiore felt agony beyond what the others endured, so intense she nearly collapsed. Her free hand clutched at her chest, her body drenched in sweat as if her very lifeforce were being drained by the other side. Yet she gritted her teeth, forcing herself to endure.

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of restraint, Protector of the Holy Balance!" ×4

At their proclamation, the winds roared, forcing the homunculi to crouch, and Roche shielded his face. Vlad, Darnic, and Caster alone stood motionless amid the storm, their gazes fixed ahead.

And then… in the next instant, they appeared from the circle!

After a blinding flash of light, three figures emerged.

A slender girl in a white dress, bearing a massive war hammer on her back.

A beautiful, androgynous youth dressed in ornate attire.

A young man with bow in hand, clad in a green cloak.

Each in their own manner, they knelt on one knee, one hand to the ground, bowing before their Masters.

"In response to your summons, we are the Servants of Black. Our fates shall be bound to Yggdmillennia, and our blades shall be yours." ×3

"!" ×3

The others looked upon their Servants with excitement—but Fiore alone lowered her head slightly, lips pressed together in dismay.

Had she failed? Perhaps… In that moment of unbearable pain, she had faltered, the link severed. It had felt like a needle piercing her very heart.

"Ho~!"

From afar, Roche cried out with excitement at the sight of the summoned Servants.

"…But? Isn't one missing?"

Caules frowned, puzzled. Four Masters had summoned, but only three Servants stood before them. Who was absent? Could it be—!

His eyes darted frantically to his sister.

Fiore sat silently, alone, her hand trembling as it gripped the armrest of her wheelchair.

"So? Did Fiore fail?"

Darnic stroked his chin, gazing at the girl. The others followed suit. Even the Servants rose slightly, the androgynous youth curiously watching the wheelchair-bound girl.

"…Yes."

Her lips parted slightly as she answered.

"Wait!! My sister must have slipped somewhere! Can't she—"

Caules hurriedly tried to defend her, but Fiore, hearing him, wanted to stop him. This was her failure, her own weakness… but—

Just as she was about to speak, a familiar sensation flared from the back of her hand.

"!"

Her eyes widened in shock. The Command Spell etched with its three-pronged crest now glowed with violet light. The connection she had lost was being restored.

Her gaze shot to the magic circle—empty only moments before.

Rumble!!

A thunderclap shook the skies outside the castle. The circle flared once more—yet this time, not in ordinary light, but in radiant violet. Lightning particles shimmered into existence, spreading outward.

Crackle!!

The current surged violently, purple light distorting the very air as the circle twisted and trembled.

Buzz!!

Mana surged like a tempest, flooding the chamber.

Crack.

At the center of the magic storm appeared an eye, glowing violet. Within its pupil spun the pattern of three tomoe, gazing down upon all like a judgmental eye.

The tomoe whirled faster and faster, until it burst at its limit.

A deafening thunderstorm exploded outward, forcing everyone to shield their eyes—even the Servants themselves.

"This mana…"

Vlad narrowed his eyes, his voice grave. This power was overwhelming.

Moments later, as the magic stabilized, a figure emerged within the sea of mana—

A beautiful woman, seated cross-legged in midair, as though in meditation. Her flawless, goddess-like face bore no expression. Her eyes remained closed, tranquil, as though in slumber.

Fiore stared in wonder, dazed by the sight.

A cherry blossom petal drifted between them, briefly obscuring her view. When her vision cleared again, the woman slowly opened her eyes, glowing with violet light—locking directly with Fiore's.

"!"

In that instant, Fiore felt her very soul tremble, touched by something profound.

All eyes now turned to the woman.

She gazed coldly at Fiore, her violet eyes unfathomable.

"…Are you the one who calls for me?"

Her voice was cool yet captivating, resonating in every ear—and piercing straight into Fiore's heart.

Chapter 4: Kikyo — Eternal Love

Gazing at the man's back by the window, Fiore fell into a brief silence.

"..."

Her expression was somewhat troubled. It wasn't simply that she hated conflict. Like other magi, she had studied at the Clock Tower, where she still had classmates. It wasn't that she bore resentment toward them, nor did it mean she would instantly become their enemy… but in her heart, there was unease.

Naturally, there was also fear. This was the world of magi, and the Clock Tower was its supreme symbol. The enormity of that organization filled her with dread when she thought about it too deeply.

Though fear lingered within her, there was no way she could oppose the head of her family—her uncle, who stood before her. He was powerful, a monster with a formidable magic crest. To defy him would mean instant expulsion from the clan, and the fate of a traitor.

"Let's go, Fiore."

The man turned back and urged her before taking the first step forward.

"Yes…"

She snapped out of her thoughts and nodded, the maid behind her pushing the wheelchair forward.

From the beginning, she had known there was no way to resist her family's demands. Still, she had wanted to protest, until the day she was shown the massive white altar—the colossal magic circle, pulsing with inexhaustible mana.

'I will let you see this, but you must keep it secret from the others.'

That was what Darnic told her as he led her to the chamber beneath the hidden Greater Grail. Though it had not yet been activated, its overwhelming mana and sanctity made her dizzy. She clutched her chest, suppressing the urge to faint.

'As long as this wish-granting device exists, your heart's desire can be realized.'

Yes… she could not resist the whispers of temptation. She, too, had a wish. A wish that magecraft alone could never grant.

Lowering her gaze to her unfeeling legs, she gently stroked them with her palm. That wish alone was enough to drive her to commit to this—facing the Mage's Association, and stepping into the peril of the Holy Grail War.

Minutes later—

"Now then… let the lords of our house join in the ritual to summon our Servants."

"Yes, Uncle."

When the two of them entered the Audience Hall where the summoning was to take place, the four Masters had already gathered. Besides them, homunculi silently carried in the necessary implements.

The magic circle had already been inscribed, the materials prepared with a mixture of dissolved gold and silver. Thanks to the efforts of a mage maintaining their temperature, they still remained in liquid form. The circle's scale was vast, sufficient to summon multiple Servants in one stroke.

The time was only a few minutes before midnight—when their summoning would begin. Aside from the faint glow of the elaborate magic circle, the great hall was dim, without any other light.

The noise in the hall suddenly ceased. With around ten minutes left until midnight, Darnic stepped before the throne, spreading his arms as he proclaimed:

"—Then, please place the catalysts you have gathered upon the altar."

The Masters nodded, Fiore among them.

The first—Gordes Musik Yggdmillennia. A rather fat man, and Fiore's uncle, he always carried himself with arrogance. His magecraft specialty was alchemy.

Fiore lifted her gaze slightly toward the box in his hand. His catalyst must have been either extremely valuable or something he wished to keep hidden from others, for he never removed it from the box.

He set the box upon the circle, then stepped back to rejoin the group, his chest puffed out proudly over his large belly.

The second—Celenike Icecolle Yggdmillennia. She practiced black magic, often providing sacrifices by cutting open the abdomens of beasts or humans and kissing their hearts. With a delicate face, she nevertheless carried the stench of blood.

Fiore always tried to keep her distance from Celenike, feeling she was not suited to deal with such a person. Celenike's catalyst was a stained glass bottle, within which some unknown liquid sloshed.

The third—Caules Forvedge Yggdmillennia, her younger brother. He practiced summoning magecraft, and gave off an air of immaturity, as if he were not yet eighteen.

Speaking of age… she herself had little room to comment. At that moment, Caules, lacking confidence, was muttering the incantations under his breath as he placed his catalyst—an old sheet of paper covered in anatomical sketches—into the circle. Fiore thought she glimpsed a few words scrawled in the lower right corner: "The Ideal Human"?

The last participant was herself, Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia. Her background had already been introduced, so there was little need to repeat it.

She opened the small wooden box on her lap… revealing her catalyst resting quietly inside.

—It was a purple bellflower.

This was the first time everyone had seen each other's catalysts in public, and naturally they were curious. Caules, noticing his sister's, was surprised.

"A flower? Do you recognize it, Sister?"

"I'm not really sure…"

Fiore shook her head. She knew little of flowers—truthfully, she knew little of the outside world in general. She was a specialist magus.

"I see… but it suits you, Sister…"

To Caules, his sister Fiore was pure, just like a flower.

"Oh~ a bellflower, is it."

Darnic, however, seemed to know. He chuckled.

"Uncle… you recognize it?"

Caules turned to the man standing beside the throne.

"Heh… a dreamlike flower. Beauty tinged with boundless transience and a trace of sorrow."

Darnic smiled faintly as he explained:

"Its meaning is—'Eternal Love.'"

Eternal… love.

Fiore lowered her gaze to the flower in her hand, gently brushing its leaves with her fingers.

"I see… such a meaningful catalyst. I am all the more eager to behold the hero who will answer its call."

"Che… in the end, it's just a subordinate who obeys our orders."

Gordes muttered under his breath, arms crossed.

If her summoning succeeded, she would treasure her Servant, treating them sincerely and wholeheartedly.

"Fiore."

"Yes… Uncle Gordes."

Hearing his call, she raised her head, patiently looking at him.

"You had better put forth your full effort! Though I'm still bitter that Darnic gave the Saber position to you, in this situation I must put the greater cause above my pride! Besides, this is the perfect chance to temper you, the future head of our house."

Gordes spoke sternly as he admonished her.

"…Understood. I will not betray that expectation."

Fiore hesitated for less than a second before answering smoothly. She then exchanged a glance with the maid behind her.

Pushed forward in her wheelchair, she finally set her box at the very center of the circle. Compared to the others, hers alone was a flower.

"Such an unusual catalyst… and not only that, even your Command Spells differ from ours, Sister."

It was true. Hearing this, Gordes glanced at the back of her hand. The three-pronged crest there was beautifully intricate, unlike the class-based designs of theirs.

"Mm… it's beautiful."

Returning to her place, Fiore gazed down at the mark on her hand. A faint smile crossed her lips as she gently traced the pattern.

Chapter 3: Fiore Forvedge Yggdmillennia

Trifas, Romania, is a small city located north of Sighișoara.

The medieval walls, once built to resist the Turkish invasions, still remain intact today, surrounding the castle and part of the city.

Most of the city is made up of medieval structures that have been repeatedly repaired and rebuilt. Its cultural and historical value is by no means inferior to that of Sighișoara, the central city. With a population of around twenty thousand, the residents barely sustain themselves with small-scale agriculture and textile work.

The symbol of this city is the white castle standing tall atop the forested hills in the distance—the Fortress of Millennia. From the Middle Ages to the present, this castle has never changed owners. Trifas endured the invasions of the Ottoman Empire, the Black Death pandemic, and even bombardments of modern warfare. Yet, through all such hardships, the ruling family of the castle has survived to this day.

This family is known as the Yggdmillennia clan, a lineage of magi who migrated to Romania from Northern Europe in the past. And now, the castle is experiencing an unprecedented situation.

Within its walls, besides members of the Yggdmillennia clan, there are also numerous maids of unknown origin, all striking in appearance and dressed in uniform attire. They busily move about, patrolling with outdated swords and spears, or standing guard.

Anyone unaware of the circumstances would surely be shocked and question what was happening. But no resident of Trifas would be foolish enough to set foot in this strange and ominous castle.

Even now, in the depth of night, the castle glows brightly with light.

Inside one elegant and warmly furnished private chamber… a young girl with refined features and slightly wavy flaxen hair sat in a wheelchair, the soft yellow lamplight shining upon her as she read the book resting on her lap.

The girl wore the Yggdmillennia clan's female uniform, though she had added her own touches of style. Her outfit consisted of a white blouse with brown patterns, paired with fitted black three-quarter pants. From the hem of her pants extended slender calves wrapped in white tights, ending in feet clad in black low-heeled shoes.

Because of the cropped length of the pants and her seated posture in the wheelchair, a fair portion of her calves was revealed.

Her slightly curled tea-colored hair was braided into a princess-style arrangement, flowing smoothly down her back.

Her name was Fiore, a magus of the Yggdmillennia clan, and one of the Masters of the Black Faction in this Holy Grail War. Among a family largely of second-rate talent, she was an outstanding exception. Her magical aptitude was remarkable, and her uncle—the clan leader Darnic—had named her as his successor.

At this moment, under the lamplight, the girl appeared a little weary. She lifted her head slightly, her azure eyes gazing at the ceiling.

A few seconds later, she lowered her gaze again and closed the book on her lap. As the cover shut, the back of her hand was revealed—on her pale skin was imprinted a crimson three-pronged sigil.

This was the Command Spell she had received today… proof that she had become a Master of a Servant. At first, she had felt uneasy seeing the unusual design of her mark compared to others. But by now, she was starting to grow accustomed to it.

No matter what, that person was her Servant, and nothing would change that. As a magus, she was fully prepared for such a responsibility.

Rumble!!

"!"

A clap of thunder tore across the pitch-black night sky outside her window, casting a brief flash of harsh light into the room.

Fiore's shoulders trembled instinctively as she turned her gaze toward the darkness beyond. There was no rain—so why was there thunder?

That one clap of thunder seemed to deepen the unease and tension in her heart. Though she was a magus, this was her first Holy Grail War… her first time commanding a Servant. It meant she had taken yet another step forward toward her goal—both as a magus and as herself, Fiore.

What would the outcome be? She didn't know… perhaps she was simply overthinking, and so before even summoning, she was far too nervous, afraid she might fail somehow.

"Haa… I wonder… what kind of person will my Servant be? I'm a little nervous…"

She murmured softly to herself in her clear and gentle voice…

Lowering her gaze, she looked at her slightly trembling hand, then covered it with the other as if to calm herself. During this, her hand brushed against her unfeeling legs—paralyzed, she had spent her life confined to a wheelchair.

Her blue eyes lowered, her small lips pressed lightly together… this was the reason she was participating in this war. Not for the Root, but for herself.

Knock knock…

The sudden knock at the door brought her out of her thoughts…

"Come in…"

Her voice, still polite and gentle, gave permission.

Creak… The door opened, and a maid entered, walking up to her and giving a slight bow.

"Lady Fiore… the time has come."

The maid's voice was neither loud nor soft as she informed her.

"Mm, thank you. Let's go."

Fiore smiled faintly, set the book on summoning magic aside on the small table beside her, and picked up a palm-sized violet wooden box, placing it on her lap.

Generally, so-called 'geniuses' fall into two categories: those who possess broad talents, and those who excel in a single, specialized field.

Fiore belonged to the latter. She was not adept at most forms of magecraft, but in the fields of summoning and ergonomics, her ability was on par with a first-class lecturer at the Clock Tower. Within her family, no one was likely to surpass her in these arts anytime soon.

"Very well."

The maid bowed again, then moved behind Fiore, pushing her wheelchair out of the bedroom.

As they passed through the castle corridors, they encountered Darnic Prestone Yggdmillennia—her uncle. Hearing the sound, he turned his head toward her.

"Fiore, are you all right? You seem a little tense."

Indeed, her uncle's keen perception immediately saw through the nervousness she had tried to hide.

"Anyone would be nervous at a time like this… I'm fine, but my younger brother seems a little too excited."

She smiled wryly, shaking her head slightly.

Darnic's gaze fell to the Command Spells on her hand.

"To think you and your brother both received Command Spells at the same time… under the usual rules of the Holy Grail War, this would be nothing short of tragedy."

"…You're right, that would normally be the case."

Among magi, it was common knowledge—siblings, even fellow disciples, would slaughter one another if their interests clashed. But for her and her brother, Caules, it was different. The disparity in strength between them was too vast. If it came to it, it would likely end in him being utterly overwhelmed, left in terror before her. That, too, would be a tragedy.

But… should that time come, she would not kill him. She would make him forfeit his position instead. And if he still refused, she would not strike him down—for she… disliked killing. She simply couldn't bear it. That was her weakness.

"I hear the Mage's Association has dispatched their final magus as well."

She shifted the subject slightly.

"Heh… your sources are sharp."

Darnic gave a bitter smile. The informant they had planted in the Clock Tower had only reported it an hour ago, and yet the girl before him already knew.

"It's finally about to begin…"

Fiore's expression grew solemn.

"Yes… the Holy Grail War between 'Black' and 'Red' begins today. And the Yggdmillennia clan shall claim the mysteries and miracles of this world."

Standing by the window, Darnic gazed at the night outside, his tone filled with fervor, his voice rising with excitement.

Chapter 2: What is the limit of 'Musou no Hitotachi'?

On the western side of Inazuma lies an island called Yashiori. It is one of the most dangerous regions in Inazuma, with an excessively high concentration of Electro energy and a perpetual thunderstorm environment. On a day already filled with heavy rain and thunder, the conditions were all the more severe.

Normally, to stay alive, one should avoid such weather altogether. But as one of the Seven Archons, the ruler of Inazuma, and the very god of Electro, the Shogun was completely unaffected by such environmental hazards.

Even in the midst of fierce storms, she could walk as if on solid ground. And if a bolt of lightning were to strike directly, her natural Electro shield would protect her—leaving no cause for concern.

Rumble rumble!!

A bolt of lightning struck right beside the mountain path the Shogun was walking along, the explosion of the thunderclap muffled by the pouring rain.

Yet, for this kimono-adorned beauty of unparalleled grace, it was nothing worth a glance. She didn't even turn her head.

She still held the oil-paper umbrella in her hand—at least in this, she listened to Ei's words.

Thus, her shapely legs, wrapped in deep purple thigh-high stockings carried her toward today's destination… a plateau near the Musoujin Gorge.

Zzzzt!

Nearby, floating Electro Seelies scattered at incredible speed upon seeing the Shogun.

[Those little things… quite amusing.]

Ei spoke again. She was the type to chat idly whenever possible—after all, within her own domain there was no one to talk to, save for the fox lady, and the closest to her otherwise was the Shogun.

"Only if you can catch them."

The Shogun spoke, then casually closed her oil-paper umbrella and set it on the rain-soaked grass beside her.

[That's easy. I'll leave it to you, Shogun.]

"This body… is not omnipotent."

She let out a small sigh, her stunning, expressionless face as beautiful as ever.

[In my eyes, you are omnipotent.]

After all, she was Raiden Ei's proud, high-performance 'AI.'

"As you wish."

Whoosh…

After speaking, the Shogun flicked the drenched sleeve of her kimono, sending a spray of raindrops flying.

Then, she raised both hands before her.

Zzzzt~!!!

From the center, purple Electro particles began to gather, growing and spreading until they enveloped her entire body.

Her form began to float amid the increasingly dense light of Electro, thick bolts of lightning snaking around her.

Zzzzt!

The grass beneath her, soaked by the rain, began to conduct electricity, releasing wisps of steam.

Above her, at the point of greatest Electro concentration, appeared a purple eye—the Eye of Baal—its three tomoe design rotating ceaselessly.

'Hand and eye'—the meaning referred to one of great power, whose sight and will are one.

From her chest, the gathered purple particles began to condense into an ornate sword hilt, which emerged from her chest at perfect height. She gripped it with one hand and slowly, vertically drew it out.

Zzzzt!!

The weapon drawn was a magnificent tachi wreathed in concentrated lightning. Its blade was long, the drooping tip nearly reaching her ankle.

'Musou Isshin'—the shared trump card of herself and Ei. The famed 'Musou no Hitotachi' was executed with this very blade.

At this moment, the crackling lightning along the blade seemed to make the very air tremble, wrapping her in an aura of violet light.

Looking at the Musou Isshin in her hand, the Shogun's expression did not change, as though this was routine. Her cold gaze shone with lightning, the tomoe crest on her kimono and the hair ornament at the back of her head glowing faintly.

[Do you know what I like most about you?]

Ei asked playfully.

"I do not."

The Shogun replied simply.

[…I love the way you strike a pose—whether in battle or when summoning Musou Isshin, your stances make me want to imitate them.]

Before the Shogun existed, Ei had never done such striking poses—not even her sister, Makoto. Perhaps, in her own way, the Shogun was a bit playful after all.

"Haa… it is merely an unconscious action, not an attempt to pose."

The Shogun sighed, her voice as cool and elegant as ever.

Meanwhile, Ei sat cross-legged, meditating in the 'Plane of Euthymia' she had created. Though she did not open her eyes or move, the corners of her exquisite lips curved slightly.

"What is the true limit of Musou no Hitotachi? I wonder."

The Shogun's cold voice, though almost to herself, was in truth meant for Ei within her body.

[If you're curious… why not try it? Though, in my memory, the most powerful strike I've ever used was when I felled the god Orobashi. The Musoujin Gorge stands as proof of that power. But even then, I didn't use my full strength, so I'm not certain.]

"That is not what I mean. By 'limit,' I don't mean the limit of its power… but of its purpose."

The Shogun shook her head slightly.

[Oh? What do you mean? Please enlighten me, Shogun.]

Ei opened her eyes, intrigued.

"What can Musou no Hitotachi cut through?"

The Shogun asked in return.

[Cut through? Anything… even space itself, and all things in the world. If pushed to the extreme, it could even sever the structure of the world.]

"In that case…"

The Shogun raised the hilt in one hand, slowly lifting the crackling blade toward the empty space diagonally above. In that instant, vast amounts of Electro surged once more, gathering into the unsharpened edge of Musou Isshin.

[!]

Ei's eyes widened in surprise.

Before her eyes, the air around the blade began to tremble, then slowly crack outward. As the Shogun's arm lowered, the path traced by the blade left a fissure-like scar in space.

A cut the height of a person appeared in the void before her, and then… like shattering glass, the surroundings splintered. The crack widened into an opening, at its center churning violently with Electro particles, like a raw, bleeding wound torn open.

"Haa… just as I thought. It seems I was not mistaken."

The Shogun lowered her arm, frowning slightly, as if she had anticipated this outcome.

[Remarkable… this is the first time I've seen Musou Isshin used in such an unexpected way—a secret even I did not know, and you have discovered it.]

Ei's tone carried no regret, only quiet satisfaction.

"Humankind must constantly advance. Even gods, if they remain stagnant, will one day be abandoned by the world."

The Shogun's voice was calm.

[Truly worthy of a warrior, Shogun.]

And you, once a warrior yourself, have the nerve to say that? the Shogun thought inwardly.

[But… what is the purpose of something like this crack? If it can cut the structure of the world, doesn't that mean there's another world beyond? That this is a rift in reality?]

Ei was quick to grasp the implication.

"Possibly. We should confirm it ourselves."

The Shogun's violet eyes gleamed sharply as she spoke, her tone serious.

And this was something only she and Ei knew—and only they could know.

"Well?"

After a moment, the Shogun suddenly asked.

[Hm? What do you mean?]

"Shall we go or not?"

[If we've made such a strange discovery, wouldn't it be a shame not to see it for ourselves?]

Ei's answer was clear.

"Truly surprising."

[What do you mean?]

"For someone who so rarely interacts with the outside world, you seem unusually eager today…"

The Shogun's tone carried a hint of mild surprise, though her face remained expressionless.

[Isn't it obvious? Even as the ruler of Inazuma, I sometimes grow weary. Why not take this chance to change the scenery, walk somewhere with you, and ease this dull fatigue?]

Of course, that didn't mean she intended to retire—she still had her duties as the Electro Archon, unlike certain other gods who shirked theirs.

"…"

The Shogun sighed softly.

Normally, Ei stayed in her own domain, leaving all outside affairs to her. But the Shogun had no complaints—that was her purpose. And thanks to that, their relationship had grown to the point where they could confide in each other.

She drew Musou Isshin back into her body, then stepped forward without hesitation into the rift before her—a gap between worlds.

As her slender figure vanished inside… the fissure closed in the next instant, leaving the void as intact as before, without a trace.

Chapter 1: Is the Shogun in a bad mood~?

Rumble rumble!!

After a deafening clap of thunder came a blinding flash of lightning that tore through the darkened skies of Inazuma City, illuminating for a brief moment the bustling city shrouded in a gloomy hue.

Splash splash~!!!

The next second, cold raindrops poured down in torrents—

The once silent town was instantly filled with the crisp sound of rain and the damp scent of earth. The large raindrops, like the sky's tears, relentlessly poured down, striking the ground, leaves, and eaves, making a continuous pattering sound.

Rumble rumble!!

Another clap of thunder.

Even in such a fierce downpour, there was one person who stood as if ignoring her surroundings, beneath the stone statue beside the gates of Inazuma City—the Statue of the Omnipresent God.

She was a woman whose face, though cold, was breathtakingly beautiful. Her slender figure stood gracefully, her head slightly raised, as if lost in thought while gazing at the statue before her.

The Statue of the Omnipresent God before her was about several tens of meters tall, shaped like a woman in a long robe, seated in a formal posture. The woman's head was slightly lowered, her eyes partially hidden beneath the hood, casting a mysterious shadow. From the hood extended two side bangs of hair, but the most striking feature was the pair of enormous wings behind her. On the surface of each wing were eye-like patterns, the "eyes" currently glowing in various colors—the collected Visions.

These Visions seemed unwilling to submit… still shimmering with a defiant light. But the woman below paid them no attention, not even glancing at them. Her gaze was fixed on the statue's face, not its wings.

"..."

She narrowed her purple eyes slightly, the faint violet glow within them carrying a palpable pressure in the dim scene.

[It's raining again. The weather in Inazuma has been rather fickle lately, either thunder or rain.]

A voice appeared in the woman's mind, gentle and with a touch of domestic warmth. But she knew all too well that the owner of this voice was not truly gentle—sometimes, she was as helpless as a child.

[Is the Shogun in a bad mood lately?]

"Thou art the embodiment of thunder—why dost thou lay its blame upon me?"

Her expression remained unchanged, her beautiful purple eyes narrowing slightly with a hint of helplessness as she replied, her cold tone forming a stark contrast with the gentle voice in her mind.

[Fair enough~ But… at this moment, you are the Raiden Shogun of Inazuma.]

"A foolish question. As thy executor, how could I possess personal feelings?"

She stepped forward, walking to the edge of a wooden platform, gazing at the distant Inazuma landscape, mysterious and dreamlike despite the stormy weather.

[Is that truly so?]

The other clearly didn't believe her—or perhaps chose not to.

"Huu…"

The Shogun merely closed her beautiful eyes and let out a quiet sigh.

"Only by being free of all thoughts and emotions can one speak of personal feelings."

Her voice, though cold, carried a trace of gentleness.

[By that reasoning… you are still in a bad mood.]

"..."

This time, she remained silent, already accustomed to such blunt remarks.

[Are you perhaps lonely? Because I haven't been talking to you these past few days?]

The other seemed to think for a moment before quietly asking.

"I am but your puppet. How could I possibly feel loneliness?"

[Haa…]

Yet the other let out a deep sigh.

"Why sigh?"

She opened her eyes and asked.

[When it's just us, can't you drop that overly formal, archaic way of speaking?]

The voice carried a hint of complaint, subtly pointing out how she had been speaking with an old-fashioned manner since earlier. Even as one of the Seven Archons, surely there must be times when such speech becomes tiresome?

"Weren't you the same before?"

The Shogun finally returned to her usual conversational tone.

[Just joking… I just wish you wouldn't always keep that poker face. Smile a little more.]

Listening to the voice in her mind, the Shogun merely reached up to brush aside the bangs already dampened by the rain. It's not that she couldn't smile… besides, you hardly smile yourself, she thought with a small trace of complaint in her heart.

[On a rainy day, it seems only the Shogun would go out without an umbrella.]

"I am but a puppet. I cannot fall ill."

She responded calmly.

[Even so, you should still use one.]

Buzz~

In the next second, faint purple light particles rose from her body, and the figure of a woman identical to her emerged, standing in front of her. The woman lifted her hand slightly, conjuring a paper umbrella in her palm, and handed it to her.

Then, the figure faded again and returned into the Shogun's body.

The Shogun looked at the oil-paper umbrella in her hand without replying, simply obeying by opening it and raising it above her head. The edge of the umbrella perfectly shaded her eyes, her purple gaze giving off a faintly oppressive glow in the rainy night.

[That's better. Look, even the Tenryou Commission guards over there have all taken shelter under the eaves. So take better care of yourself, so I won't have to worry.]

Hearing this, the Shogun instinctively glanced toward the guards at Inazuma's city gates, who had indeed moved quickly under the eaves, though their order remained unbroken as they continued their duties.

"In the past, when danger arose, you always sent me forward. How is that concern?"

Her slender fingers stroked the surface of the umbrella handle, her tone still cool but noticeably softer.

[That's true… perhaps my mindset is different now. I've also been thinking lately… just what is the Shogun to me? Haa… thinking too much is pointless. In time, such small matters will become clear.]

"…"

She gave no reply, simply walking with unhurried steps along the platform, umbrella in hand, until she reached the edge facing the sea. The cold storm wind lifted her long purple hair and the hem of her kimono.

[It seems I'll need to start controlling the weather… If it keeps raining like this, Inazuma's people will be unable to live in peace.]

The voice in her mind sounded somewhat helpless.

"Even without this rain, they are unable to live in peace."

She spoke the plain truth.

[…]

The other fell silent.

"Are you angry?"

This question already carried a trace of personal emotion.

[How could I be angry at you? This isn't your fault—it's mine… Perhaps for me, this is the only way to pursue eternity… and the price that must be paid.]

At this, the voice fell silent again…

"In that case… as shadow, your executor, I will help you obtain the 'Eternity' you desire."

Of course, the Shogun knew the unspoken parts of her words, and would never force her to say them. Her sole mission now was to pursue that seemingly distant yet 'selfish and willful' eternity alongside Beelzebul.

[Shogun… am I selfish?]

"All people have a selfish side—even gods. Do your best, and that is enough, Ei."

[…Mm.]

The other's tone softened, a hint of comfort in her voice.

In the end, the Shogun's very purpose of existence was to serve her master, Raiden Ei. Whether Ei's decision was selfish or not was of no concern to her—everything was for the somewhat childish and reclusive Beelzebul within her.

Chapter 62: YGGDRASIL

DMMO-RPG.

The full name is "Dive Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game," a motion-sensing online game that suddenly became popular about eleven years ago. By means of mature nanotechnology, it connects the neuron nano-interface inside the human brain with the electronic network through a dedicated control device, allowing players to experience an immersive sensation as if they were truly inside the game.

YGGDRASIL.

Yggdrasil, a game named after the clichéd concept of the World Tree.

It was released in the year 2126 by a certain company from Japan. Among the many DMMO-RPGs, it stood as a representative at the top. Simply put, it had wild creativity, strict settings (?), high freedom, and was also extremely pay-to-win. The last point was said to be influenced by the philosophy of a major Chinese IT giant: "If you don't pay, how can you become strong?"

Including basic and advanced classes, the total easily exceeded two thousand. At its peak, it was even called "the second world." But if compared to the true simulation masterpiece "World Conquest Online" created by Western developers, or the other Asian chart-dominating hit "Classic of Mountains and Seas," its achievements and player numbers were far inferior.

Because this game had too many loopholes and bugs.

For example: the game claimed to have more than two thousand combined professions. What balance could possibly exist with that? Even finding a guide that suited one's class was extremely difficult. As a result, the overall tone of the game most of the time was:

"Eh, what's this skill?" — a newbie player.

"Oh, turns out this skill is passive. No wonder nothing happened no matter how many times I clicked." — a scientific-minded player.

"Hahahahahaha~ all of you, die for me!!!!!" — the most common phrase of a player who supposedly changed into the hidden class 'Suicidal Maniac.' His entire skill set consisted of various forms of self-destruction, all of them unreasonable forced-percentage-damage abilities.

The power was determined by the yield chosen at the time of self-destruction, but regardless of the choice, he himself would certainly die.

So he always chose the most powerful: "Tsar Bomba III-Type Self-Destruct Nuclear Bomb."

Skill name: Tsar Bomba III-Type Self-Destruct Nuclear Bomb

Skill description: In the radiance of truth, all things return to ash.

Effect: Forces all targets within a 3000-meter radius to lose 500% of their maximum HP.

Aside from using world-class items to resist it, this move basically killed any player or monster instantly. It was utterly ridiculous.

After enjoying a few rounds of explosive fun, this player completely stopped "being human." He spent an entire year's salary to custom-order an official plug-in, an infinite-respawn cross, turning himself into a terrifying existence no weaker than a raid boss.

At the slightest disagreement, he would self-destruct on the spot, then revive shortly after—only to self-destruct again…

If the developers hadn't later set the cooldown of these skills to once per week, the entire game world might have been drowned in the terror of the Tsar Bomba.

...

By the year 2137, the eleventh year since the game's launch, this so-called "second world" finally came to its end.

...

In terms of a game's lifespan, this was quite long-lived. But in terms of a "world," it was probably still just at the fertilized egg stage.

And in a certain desolate region far from the suicidal maniac—Alfheim.

Ainz Ooal Gown.

A peculiar guild built upon the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick. At this moment, in their grand chamber known as the "Round Table," a massive moon-white stone-carved round table stood in the center. Around it were forty-one luxurious chairs arranged in a circle.

Most of the seats were occupied by bizarre-looking heteromorphic beings—creatures that looked like monsters, and in fact, were not much different. Yet each one of them was actually a top-tier player in this game, sharing a common title—the Supreme Beings.

This guild, formed of players with twisted aesthetics, did not have large numbers. Even so, this underground tomb had once withstood an assault by more than 1500 players. Though no top guilds had participated, this fact alone showed one thing: the game's balance had been completely thrown into the far side of the Pacific Ocean.

Now, seated in the host's position was an undead wearing a scholar's robe embroidered with intricate borders. He was one of the guild's owners, the guild master of the heteromorphic-player-only guild in YGGDRASIL known as "Ainz Ooal Gown"—a guild notorious for its anti-human nature. His name: Momonga.

As one of the game's few "whales," Momonga naturally had a dedicated customer service representative, which allowed him to learn certain insider information earlier than ordinary players—such as the devastating news that this game wouldn't last more than a year.

As guild master of Ainz Ooal Gown, Momonga had poured more passion and money into the game than ordinary players—no, more than even the most obsessive shut-ins. So when he suddenly learned this news, his feelings could only be described with one song:

Snowflakes drifting, the north wind whistling

Was his youth ending?

Bakana! (No way!)

Thus, he began paying even more attention to gathering every bit of information and even started sending razor blades and threatening letters to the game developers.

Finally, whether moved by his sincerity or struck by another bout of insanity in some nation's government—

One day, from a newspaper, he read a piece of news that filled him with joy: YGGDRASIL had suddenly received a wave of funding from a certain large South Asian country (tactically shakes head). With this capital injection, the game could continue operating for another year. To honor these "daddy investors," YGGDRASIL prepared a once-in-history, unique world dungeon.

Written in blood-red letters across the announcement:

End-Tier Dungeon—"Six Heavens of Desire."

Opening the dungeon's introduction only displayed a series of ??? icons.

This dungeon had not only an extremely long chain of prerequisite quests, but even the minor bosses of the Desire Realm reportedly had special voice acting. As for the final boss of the Sixth Heaven of Desire—who had always appeared only as a shadow in promotional trailers—it was voiced simultaneously by three different voice actors. Every line echoed with three overlapping voices. Whether it had any skill effect or not, just that reverberating aura alone practically overflowed with overwhelming dominance.

The developers also issued a special announcement: the investors declared that if someone could clear this dungeon within a year, they would continue to provide funding to keep the game running.

Although the members of Ainz Ooal Gown were slower than others in progressing through the prerequisite quests, today had finally arrived—the day this unprecedented End-Tier Dungeon would officially open.

Nearly all the guild's old comrades reunited once again in the Great Tomb of Nazarick, something that had not happened in a very long time.

Momonga, with his skeletal face, looked around and let out a sigh.

From his left came the ever-lazy and gloomy voice of Ulbert Alain Odle: "Truly rare. I haven't seen this hall filled with so many companions for a long time. Momonga-san, your organizational skills are impressive. If one day you can't keep going and want to switch careers into yakuza work, you can give me a call."

"Yakuza? You must be joking."

Momonga cautiously glanced at him. The "World Disaster" was equally dangerous no matter where he spoke—his words and his magic incantations alike were perilous.

Though everyone in this guild were working adults, they had never deeply revealed their jobs to each other. So wisely, Momonga took it as nothing more than an offhand remark.

From his right came the steady, calm voice of Touch Me, the guild's strongest warrior: "Momonga-san, even if it's the highest difficulty End-Tier Dungeon, don't neglect your health."

"Ah, thank you for your concern, I—"

"Momonga-san! Help me—!" Momonga's words were abruptly cut off by the lively, explosive shout of Peroroncino.

As an undead, Momonga was so startled that green light flickered across his whole body. He hurriedly opened the "Message" tab and asked: "W-what happened, Peroroncino-san? Are you alright? How is the scouting going?"

On the other end, Peroroncino poured out his grievances: "Not alright at all! Good thing you didn't come along with us, Momonga-san. I'm telling you, this dungeon's difficulty is insanely absurd. The blow to my spirit is second only to the time I bought an H-GAME and found out my older sister was the voice actress—"

Bang!

Momonga seemed to see a -0hp prompt appear as if the Round Table itself had been pounded.

One had to admire Peroroncino—daring to openly offend his own elder sister in the guild channel. Truly a ruthless man.

Ah, correction—a bird-brain!!

The guild channel instantly filled with messages:

(World Champion) Touch Me: "It's an End-Tier dungeon, so naturally the difficulty will not be like before. We must be cautious and prepare thoroughly."

(Sharpshooter) Peroroncino: "Touch Me-san is right. From what I know, three top world guilds have already sent raid teams: Asgard, Niflheim, and Muspelheim. But it seems none of them are having much success. It's been several days, and they haven't even broken through the first floor."

(Sword Saint) Warrior Takemikazuchi: "Before my God Slaying Emperor Blade, all are mere chickens and dogs—not worth mentioning. Hmph."

(Shadow) Nishikienrai: "The ninja's way—strike once and vanish."

(Strategist) Bukubukuchagama: "Oh dear, looks like today I won't get to teach Momonga-san the seven hundred and sixty-second set of tactics from 'Anyone Can Easily PK Techniques.'"

(Guildmaster) Momonga: "If possible, I'd rather learn 'Anyone Can Easily Master the Art of Winning Hearts.'"

...

Guild Daily Life: The topic takes a strange turn.

In the end, it was Tabula Smaragdina who pulled the conversation back.

He raised his hand, operated the settings interface, and spoke up:

(Grand Alchemist) Tabula Smaragdina: "If I recall correctly, today's discussion is supposed to be about strategies for clearing the End-Tier dungeon, isn't it?"

"Ohhh! As expected of Tabula-san, you pulled us right back on track!" Warrior Takemikazuchi was the first to praise.

"Guildmaster Momonga I volunteer to go scout the frontlines! Hmph and it's definitely not because I want to duel that bird-brain!" Bukubukuchagama gave off a terrifying aura. Truly worthy of being Peroroncino's real sister.

Just as the guild chat was buzzing lively, two flashes of green light suddenly appeared at the hall's entrance.

It was the glow effect of teleporting back to town. Within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, which was protected by world-class items, only guild members could directly enter using teleportation items or dimensional spells.

"You're back, Momonga-san. This time things are a bit strange. We couldn't even get close to the dungeon from the outside. While there weren't any wild monsters around, once we entered a certain range of the dungeon, a debuff called 'Brahma Chant' appeared. When it reached 100%, we were brainwashed and forced to attack nearby players. That zone also forbade flight magic and teleportation magic. The distance was so great it was impossible to run into the dungeon." Peroroncino sounded exasperated.

"Only Herohero is left unaccounted for. I vaguely saw him trying to escape before being completely brainwashed by the Sanskrit chant…" Peroroncino trailed off in confusion.

"It seems he disconnected and fell asleep just as he was about to escape. Honestly…" Unsure whether to feel sympathy for their companion's miserable state or facepalm at such a ridiculous way of leaving the team, Tabula Smaragdina simply shook his head.

"What exactly is the effect of this debuff? Mind control, or a type of sonic attack?" Nishikienrai asked.

"Not very clear. I think maybe it's a bit of both. Herohero seemed able to resist it slightly." Peroroncino plucked at his feathers. "I even used my own feathers to make earplugs, but they didn't work."

"How did the other three groups manage to enter the dungeon's range then?" Tabula Smaragdina keenly seized on the crucial point.

"Oh, their methods were downright crazy, I'll tell you that…"

Another who had returned to the tomb, the muscle-headed Teacher Yamaiko, swung her "Teacher's Iron Fist" dramatically and said: "I saw a strategy posted on the forums. They had people enter one by one, and when someone was about to be brainwashed, they took off their equipment and let the person behind kill them. Since you don't drop equipment or lose experience, once they revived, the 'Brahma Chant' debuff reset… so they cycled through mutual kills to get inside the dungeon."

Hearing this, Bukubukuchagama was dumbfounded: "You mean—they used sheer numbers and the debuff's time gap, killing each other in cycles to enter the dungeon?"

Everyone stared at one another in silence. To come up with such a method in so little time—were players from other worlds really this inhuman? If this dungeon hadn't been tied to the game's very survival, this kind of strategy probably would never have been revealed.

"It seems for now, this is the only feasible method."

As guild master of Ainz Ooal Gown, Momonga felt it was his duty to reassure his comrades: "Well then, everyone, thank you for your hard work! As your guildmaster, I haven't been able to contribute to reconnaissance. If there's anywhere I can be of use now, please speak up—I will do my utmost!"

Bukubukuchagama instantly perked up: "Anything? Even crossdressing!?"

"Hey, sis, don't just push your perverted hobbies onto others," Peroroncino retorted. But as an old veteran himself, everyone felt he had little right to say that.

The very next moment, the "chatroom" went silent regarding this sibling pair. But based on what Momonga knew of them, they were probably already bickering face-to-face again.

Unexpectedly, Ulbert Alain Odle recalled something: "Momonga-san, for this dungeon, you should bring the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown."

The Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown was crafted in imitation of the Caduceus, forged by pooling the entire guild's resources as a weapon tailored for their guildmaster. Made of a material faintly translucent and luminous, its staff twisted extravagantly before rejoining, entwined with seven sinister serpents whose gaping maws each clutched a large, round gemstone of a different color.

As the very symbol of "Ainz Ooal Gown"—a weapon tied to its life and death—the staff was always kept deep within Nazarick, decorating a chamber only accessible with guildmember-exclusive rings. Not even Momonga, its nominal owner, had ever truly wielded it for even a second.

So when Ulbert made this thunderous suggestion, to Momonga it was as shocking as a nuclear detonation.

He flusteredly objected: "Nani!? N-no way, Ulbert-san! This staff is the crystallization of everyone's effort, the very symbol of Ainz Ooal Gown. To move it around casually unless absolutely necessary—it doesn't feel right!"

"Don't be so quick to refuse, Momonga-san. Surely you remember this photograph, yes?"

A data transmission ping sounded, and a photo was displayed before Momonga. In the Throne Room on the 10th floor of Nazarick, Momonga stood imposingly before the world-class item, the "Throne of Kings," raising his hand high. Bukubukuchagama, Peroroncino, Yamaiko, and Herohero struck ferocious charging poses in the direction he pointed. Facing them was Touch Me, activating his much-mocked pay-to-win background "Justice Descends" as he raised his sword toward his comrades—an almost textbook scene of a "Holy Paladin storming the Demon Castle."

Immediately the Round Table filled with voices: "Ohhh, what a great picture!" "Eh? When was this taken?" "Ah, ahhh, it was back then…"

Momonga, too, was stirred by the memory. That was one of the pleasant days when, at Peroroncino's suggestion, they all played out the roles of "Demon King and Heroes." "Of course I remember it, Ulbert-san. But… what does this have to do with the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown?"

Ulbert explained: "Actually, from the first moment you showed me this picture, I felt something was missing. That sense of incompleteness always lingered in my heart. So I thought—why not make up for it this time? This dungeon gives us a whole year to clear it, with no penalties for failure. Naturally, we should prepare thoroughly. And it's the perfect chance for you to show your full power."

"The legendary Overlord of Death is about to reveal his full form?" Touch Me looked at Momonga with eyes full of fighting spirit.

"Spare me, Touch Me-san." The "cold sweat" icon appeared beside Momonga's skull.

Everyone burst into laughter…

Moments later, Tabula Smaragdina was the first to voice support: "That's a fine idea, Ulbert-san. Actually, I once imagined the scene of Momonga-san seated on the Throne with the Staff in hand, while everyone lined up with their creations along the hall. It's a shame we've never had the chance to see it for real."

"I want to hear Demon King-like Momonga-san say to us, 'My fearless warriors, welcome back to the Great Tomb of Nazarick. You've truly worked hard this time!'" Bukubukuchagama's voice suddenly chimed in again.

"You even thought of the lines, Kaze-chan? So you want to stage a scene of the Demon King welcoming his subordinates returning from a mission?" Yamaiko said.

Warrior Takemikazuchi pointed out a certain conflict between ideal and reality: "But in the photo, wasn't Touch Me-san the hero? What's this, a betrayal?"

Nishikienrai snickered: "Pfft, a 'Fallen Hero'? I like this twist."

Touch Me tried earnestly to salvage his character setting: "No, this is absolutely not betrayal. It was merely strategic infiltration in the face of overwhelming odds!"

"Give it up, Touch Me-san. Who would believe that excuse? Admit it—body and soul, you already belong to us! As long as I, Peroroncino, First of the Demon King's Four Heavenly Kings, still live, you can never defect!" Peroroncino even played along.

The hall filled with cheerful banter, every word carrying overwhelming approval for Ulbert's proposal.

"Well, since everyone is so eager…" Minority yields to majority. Momonga could only obey. "I'll head out now to retrieve the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. Then, let's all depart together."

With that, Momonga took the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown from its display case opposite the guildmaster's seat and walked out. On the way near the "Key of Solomon," he also brought along Sebas Tian, Nazarick's head butler NPC, as well as the "Pleiades"—the team of six battle-maid NPCs. He had originally planned to summon all the floor guardians as well, but personally moving and gathering them all would have taken too much time, so he gave up on that.

During this time, Herohero also managed to log back in, apologizing for his clumsy disconnection. He responded to their concern with, "Even if I keel over dead, I won't rest until we've conquered this dungeon."

Though not the full forty-one members, this was already an unprecedented gathering of over thirty guildmates.

With solemn, orderly footsteps, even the usually scatterbrained Peroroncino and Bukubukuchagama fell silent. A massive teleportation circle enveloped everyone, sending them all to the gates of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Under the expectant gazes of all, Momonga took the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown in one hand, and with the other received the guild banner passed to him by the guardian overseer, Albedo. Then, with a turn of his figure, the skeletal hand holding the flag swept it aloft.

"Ainz Ooal Gown—march to war!"

Chapter 149: Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill—!

Ward 7. Hidden amidst the bustling commercial district, a ghoul's gluttonous den.

Its facade was low-key yet luxurious, disguised as an exclusive members-only restaurant.

Inside, the labyrinthine, enclosed spaces exuded silence.

Gloom, stains, and the stench of rotting corpses combined to taint the very air here—unfit for light.

Chaotic footsteps echoed faintly, mixed with panicked voices.

A group of finely dressed men and women, led by the restaurant's guards and attendants, were being rushed out through a secret VIP escape passage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my apologies. Red alert. Because of those tasteless White Doves, today's banquet must end early."

"Damn White Doves! How hateful! They ruined my carefully prepared performance!"

"That useless waste Shitaro is taking so long to process it… such a rare delicacy, the 'ingredient'… I didn't even get to taste it before I was forced to crawl into the sewers like this! Disgraceful—absolutely disgraceful! Utterly inelegant!"

The guests shuffled along, their clothes fashionable, appearances striking, wearing thick makeup and ornate masks. They looked like nobles and ladies leaving a masquerade ball.

"Why was this raid so sudden? Who overfed and crossed the line recently?!"

"Idiot, don't you ever watch the news? No one overfed. It's that damned American White Dove leading this, digging up old cases the moment she arrived, stirring Ward 7 into complete chaos! She's only been here a single day, and someone already crumbled under pressure, risking exposure here—"

As they rounded a corner, one ghoul tried explaining to his gluttonous companion, but his words were cut off by a sudden scream.

From the far end of the passage, a bloodied figure staggered out.

An arm severed, blood gushed from wounds across his arm and chest. Stumbling, crawling, rolling—

"CCG."

He barely croaked the word before blood flooded his throat. Splurt! A jet-black steel thorn burst through his chest, blood spraying as he collapsed, twitching into a spreading pool of scarlet beneath the harsh fluorescent light.

At the same time, dull gunshots reverberated above.

Disaster!

Seeing this, the staff escorting the guests froze. The sclera of his eyes darkened with blood, his irises glowing crimson.

Death, gore—none of that fazed him. But this was an escape passage. The dead man, another staff member, had been assigned to guard the exit. Which meant—

Tap, tap.

Footsteps. Dense, synchronized, approaching.

A towering armored silhouette, nearly two meters tall, emerged slowly from the depths.

Its contours betrayed a female figure. Matte black armor laced with dark red Kagune veins pulsed like blood flowing through grooves, faint crimson haze curling with her movements.

In one hand, she gripped a pitch-black thorned lance.

Its spiral blade gleamed with wet crimson, blood still fresh, like a blooming steel flower.

Passing the corpse impaled earlier, whirr—the embedded blades detached, liquefied, and reformed seamlessly into the weapon's structure.

Her other hand clutched the throat of a ghoul in staff uniform.

Dragged along, her razor-edged gauntlet pierced into flesh. Blood-like luminescence coursed along the exposed Kagune veins, creeping upward from her claws to her torso, as though siphoning nourishment.

"Filth."

Crack. The pleasing sound of a neck snapping echoed. Feeling the backlash of [Arata-Ayato-α] grow ever lighter as it 'fed,' Vela casually tossed the corpse aside.

Ghoul blood was rich with Rc cells. Though not comparable to concentrated Rc supply injectors, against weaklings, as long as she inflicted continuous open wounds, she could sustain herself in battle.

Ghouls—truly, their entire bodies were treasure.

Splurt!

Finishing blows—swinging his centipede-like chainsaw Quinque, Kureo Mado beheaded the corpse Vela had discarded to prevent any revival. In combat uniform, glaring with his signature mismatched eyes, he stuck out his tongue with a retching motion and sneered at the panicking 'noble gentlemen and ladies':

"Trash masquerading as high society, monkeys in crowns, pigs in silk—ridiculous! Disgusting!"

"White Doves!"

One diner, without thinking, released his Kagune. A rough Bikaku tail slammed against the concrete floor as he roared: "Kill them! Break through—"

Whirr! The screech of air being split. A jet-black blade shot straight into his gaping mouth, slicing lips, shattering jawbone, piercing skull. In the same instant—screams, then clang! With an eruption of debris, thirty steps away at the escape tunnel's bend, [Black Abyss IV] nailed three ghouls in a row against the fractured wall.

Where the shouting ghoul's head had been, blood sprayed wildly.

It happened in a flash. Even as the headless body collapsed, its flailing Bikaku still smashed about reflexively.

"Mado, control your distance. Shinohara, you lead."

With that, Vela stepped forward. [Arata-Ayato-α] activated—the Ukaku wing thrusters at her shoulder blades erupted in twin violet-red plumes, blazing like a phoenix robe. In an instant, the air howled.

Rumble! The entire passage shook violently, drowned in thunder.

"She's that damned American Whi—"

A ghoul clad in Rinkaku tendrils for defense didn't finish his sentence before being smashed, body and Kagune together, into the wall. Cracks spidered, blood and flesh bursting.

Fast. Fierce. Ruthless. Even the fluorescent lights tore free, ceiling panels crashing down, sparking cables dangling.

"Don't let her reclaim her Quinque! Get 'Big Madam'!"

One veteran ghoul barked while retreating. Rip! A thick, blue-black Koukaku split from his shoulder, shielding his vitals, even as he ordered his Ukaku ally to cover him. But—Bang! A deafening gunshot rang out. He turned in time to see his comrade's forehead burst open, skull cap peeled back, blood and brain matter spraying over his arm.

That was no 9mm CCG submachine Q-round!

Tat-tat-tat-tat! A squad of heavily armed investigators advanced in formation.

Some bore firearms, others held sturdy CCG riot shields. Several investigators deployed their Ukaku Quinques, pouring suppressive fire. Close-combat specialists carried unopened Quinque cases, guarding flanks, scanning for ambush.

"This really isn't a good habit…"

Clutching his [Demon Yamada 1], clad in combat gear with bulletproof vest but no helmet, Yukinori Shinohara rubbed his forehead as he watched Vela surge ahead of the unit.

"Special Class Shinohara, aren't you going to wear [Arata]?"

Kureo Mado, cleaving a feigned-dead female ghoul in half with his centipede saw, asked while standing at his side.

"Me?"

Shinohara, directing the united squad, looked forward:

Even barehanded, clad in [Arata-Ayato-α], Vela's entire being had become a lethal weapon. Human eyes could scarcely follow her speed.

Through the retreating and counterattacking ghoul diners, she moved like an elegant, deadly ballerina. Weaving through impossible gaps, slipping past grotesque predatory appendages, she cut them down one by one with crisp precision.

Every punch struck like being hit by a car. Her razor gauntlets tore flesh wherever they passed. From her shoulders streamed violet-red Ukaku, trailing like tassels in her wake, slicing everything they brushed.

A beauty of violence, utterly unlike Kishou Arima's style.

Shinohara could only shake his head.

"Middle-aged now… I'm just an ordinary man. Unlike Russell or Arima, I was never blessed with that kind of physique."

"Even though Dr. Chigyou's improvements to [Arata] have greatly reduced backlash on the user, the enhanced performance still puts immense strain on the body. I couldn't sustain long combat. Best to save it for 'Big Madam' or other troublesome ghouls… Suzuya, get back!"

Continuing to command the advance, Yukinori Shinohara suddenly noticed Juuzou Suzuya—small, white-haired, with an androgynous, doll-like face—switching the S+ grade [Gun III] hybrid Quinque, a gift once given by Vela, from hand cannon form into broad blade. Clearly, Juuzou was excited, eager to imitate Vela's breakthrough charge.

Shinohara's expression hardened. He yanked Suzuya back by the collar and smacked his head.

"What are you thinking?! Suzuya, Russell has armor, you don't! Don't act reckless—stick to the plan!"

Vela could charge because she had already proven herself, and with [Arata-Ayato-α] guarding her, she didn't fear friendly fire. In this escape corridor, with no room to dodge or maneuver, an unarmored lightweight had no business straying into the firing line.

"Oh."

Meanwhile, Vela was about to breach the escape corridor completely.

Boom! Another violent explosion rocked the passage, concrete walls cracking inch by inch. Dropping the smoldering mess of flesh she had just pulverized, Vela remarked, "An S-rated detached solid Ukaku, huh."

She turned toward the bend, where more diners emerged.

One, wearing a half-mask with feather decorations, glared with crimson eyes. Though an Ukaku type, from his back sprouted Koukaku-like Kagune—rocket launchers.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Like a barrage of rockets, solid Ukaku projectiles fired, trailing heavy smoke.

Their target wasn't Vela—but the entrance of the escape passage.

"You bastard!!"

The most panicked weren't Vela, but the ghouls still trapped mid-corridor, caught between CCG's advancing line and the explosions behind them. They cursed furiously.

Boom, boom, boom…

Concrete splintered, cracks spreading like webs. Just as the ghoul was blasting away gleefully—whirr~

The shaft of [Black Abyss IV], pinning three ghouls already, suddenly vibrated violently. Rip! With jagged barbs tearing, three skewered bodies shredded apart. Whoosh! Crimson light flashed—the spiraled Kagune thorns forming the spearhead bent, liquefied like molten iron, then stretched into a sharp arc. Wall exploded, fragments spraying.

A scythe-like blade spun with shifting weight—slash!

"What—?"

The ghoul's skin, normally impervious to small-caliber rounds, split like cloth. The black-and-red edge pierced through his chest, blood erupting.

As the weapon shuddered, the ghoul stumbled, drained of strength.

Vela had already stepped forward. Calmly gripping [Black Abyss IV]—schlk!—she ripped the blade free, hoisting him up. With a savage swing—thud!—she hurled his body into the crowd at the entrance, scattering them in panic.

At that moment, Shinohara led the close-combat Quinque users in a charge, driving left and right.

Vela looked deeper into the restaurant's interior.

A surge of high-density Kagune converged, ignited—fwoooosh!

Fiery crimson wings unfurled, countless feathers bursting.

With shrill whistles, dense crystal shards rained down, shredding scores of A- and B-rated ghoul diners. Screams, blood spraying, painting the floor.

Outside the entrance, ghouls fled in panic. Inside, all resistance had been slaughtered.

Lightly, Vela swung [Black Abyss IV], smashing the last resisting S-rated ghoul into the wall, shattering it into craters.

Treading through broken concrete, torn flesh, and blood-soaked debris, she stepped into the restaurant proper.

The space opened wide.

A towering ceiling, windowless stairwells, sparse lighting.

Though it was daytime, the interior remained steeped in eerie darkness.

Its scale was massive.

As massive as the problems within the city planning department, the regulatory bureau, and the CCG's own Washuu clan…

With composure, Vela raised her hand. "Let's go."

"Go, go, go!"

"Action!"

With Vela as the spearhead breaking through the narrow passage, the CCG investigators and North American Federal anti-ghoul operatives surged in, swiftly spreading formation.

In combat squads, they opened fire on ghouls who failed to escape in time. Senior investigators wielding Quinques led sweeping, rescue, and search missions simultaneously.

Rat-tat-tat!

Bang, bang, bang!

Clang, clang!

Q-bullets of various calibers slammed into ghouls, Kagune, and reinforced concrete, mixing into chaotic bursts—an orchestra of carnage.

Tokyo's CCG investigators mostly used MP5 submachine guns, firing 9×19mm Q-bullets.

The North American operatives, however, carried far more diverse weaponry: HK417 assault rifles, Mk14 designated marksman rifles, M4A1 carbines, M249 SAWs… Compared to Tokyo's "barebones" loadouts, their weapons bristled with optics, grenade launchers, and attachments on tactical rails.

During the sweep—

"To fight these inhuman scum, your Bureau Chief really thought handgun calibers emphasizing stopping power were enough?"

Tat-tat-tat! 9mm Q-bullets splashed harmlessly on an A-rated Rinkaku ghoul thirty meters away, clanging against its hardened body.

Just as it vaulted toward a stairwell to escape, a US agent braced his Mk14 atop a riot shield, sighted the ghoul's exposed lower back, and fired.

Boom! The 7.62×51mm full-power Q-bullet punched through, slamming its spine, flesh erupting against the railing.

The ghoul shrieked, tumbling.

"Damn it! I'll dev—"

Bang, bang, bang!

Before it could finish, four or five more rounds smashed into its face. One pierced through its eyeball and into its brain.

The ghoul froze, twitched, then collapsed, lifeless. Suppressive fire riddled the corpse.

A CCG investigator with an MP5 glanced over his iron sights: "…"

When a US agent advanced with an XM556 micro-Gatling gun, ammo box on his back, supporting Vela, Shinohara, and Mado in suppressing the largest cluster of B- and A-rated ghouls, the battle turned one-sided.

An A-rated Koukaku ghoul, relying on experience, attempted a breakout along the flank—only to be pinned by M249 fire. Then, the XM556 roared.

First, its unshielded flesh shredded. Next, even its hardened Koukaku, after taking hundreds of full-power Q-rounds, crumbled into pits. By the time a CCG investigator arrived with a blade-type Quinque, all that remained was a honeycombed corpse exhaling blood mist.

Soon, they reached the core zone—an arena-opera house hybrid.

Here, gunfire and explosions from all directions thundered.

Resistance was fierce.

The first inside, Vela saw the carnage: heaps of flesh, blood, shredded clothing. Arms and legs torn away. Chests split open, half-dismembered torsos strung on racks.

Even seasoned investigators turned their faces aside from the grisly sight.

Contrasting with the brutal firefight in the adjacent hall, a golden staircase stretched upward, glittering under gaudy gilded tiles—an obscene mockery against the backdrop of horror.

Gulp, gulp. Ghouls feasted on dying comrades, desperate to resist.

Nothing to say.

Slash, slash, slash!

Kill, kill, kill!

But this time, Vela no longer charged headlong. Her role shifted to strategic support and decapitation.

Wherever support was needed, wherever an S-rated ghoul posed a threat, she moved—her mobility minimizing casualties.

"Ah…"

A delicate, sorrowful cry echoed.

Vela turned at the sound. Shinohara Yukinori, wielding his massive cleaver Quinque [Demon Yamada 1], swung down on a female ghoul hanging upside down from the ceiling. Slash! Blood sprayed wide. Black lingerie, a voluptuous figure with streaked hair, and that horrific wound… tch.

"Careful! The intel was wrong—she has a composite Kagune, Bikaku and Koukaku, S-rated!"

Lifting an injured investigator, Shinohara shouted.

Nutcracker.

Identifying the target, Vela swept her blade across, beheading an S-rated Bikaku ghoul on its knees and rescuing a cornered squad of CCG investigators, then dashed toward Shinohara.

"The indomitable Shinohara… Special Class, truly troublesome…"

Clutching her abdomen, blood bubbling in her throat, Nutcracker swallowed it back. Koukaku pincers jutted from her shoulder blades, blocking incoming bullets, while her Bikaku tail stabbed into the wall, dragging her toward a ventilation shaft. Damn it. The money she'd stored in the restaurant—probably lost…

Boom!

Just as she reached the shaft, air shrieked beside her ear.

Danger!

Shivers crawled her skin. Reflexively, she crossed her Koukaku pincers, bracing against the oncoming black blade.

Schlk! Too fast. The black lance smashed aside her armor, nearly breaking her shoulder blades. The tip speared through her body, lifting her high. Crash! Momentum slammed her into the ceiling, cracking it open.

"Waaah—"

Blood and organ chunks vomited forth. Dizzy, Nutcracker dimly sensed the rush of air, then fiery pain. She knew—she was dying.

Her bloodshot crimson eyes widened. Thump, thump. A tall, graceful armored silhouette loomed above.

"This armor… forged from Kagune? Beautiful… I want Kagune like this too…"

Her hand reached out, trembling, her bloody whisper fading to silence.

"Nutcracker, eliminated."

Rip. With tearing muscle and skin, Vela drew [Black Abyss IV] free, whipping the blood away onto the floor.

Around her, battle raged on. Explosions, gunfire, relentless chaos.

Exchanging a glance with Shinohara, Vela ascended the stairs, sweeping higher floors.

At the top VIP suite marked 'Mr. MM,' she rapped her gauntlet claws against the balcony railing, eyes narrowing.

Mr. MM… 'Gourmet,' Shuu Tsukiyama.

Clack. Her helmet disengaged. Pressing her earpiece, Vela spoke: "This is Vela Adelheid Russell. All squads, search for ghoul restaurant financial and transport documents. Report status. Any sign of 'Big Madam'?"

Beep-beep—

[Chuu Hachikawa: Hachikawa Squad, no anomalies. Zone B escape passage cleared. Advancing smoothly.]

[Take Hirako: Hirako Squad, Zone C escape passage secure. Special Class Russell, we're about to enter the core and link up with you.]

[Taishi Fura: Ward 7 Branch, we've secured the restaurant lobby and controlled all entrances. Entering underground facilities now.]

[Juuzou Suzuya: Hehehe, I-I-I, Special Class Russell, I-I think I found 'Big Madam'… familiar things, familiar…]

[Yukinori Shinohara: Suzuya! My apologies, Russell, I'll handle this.]

Vela accepted without objection.

Juuzou Suzuya's childhood past with 'Big Madam.'

"No matter. Everyone, stay sharp. I don't want 'maybe.' I want certainty. Find and eliminate 'Big Madam.' She should still be inside—Mado's interrogation confirmed she was here receiving 'cargo' just yesterday."

Then Vela remembered—someone was missing.

"Amon. Report."

[Amon Koutarou: This is Amon Squad. Zone D escape passage… Special Class Russell, I… I encountered former Academy trainees. They've… become ghouls. One-eyed ghouls…]

Vela's gaze sharpened.

"One-eyed? At all costs—hold them. I'm coming now."

Chapter 230: Elysia and Eden’s Showdown

"So comfortable~ Elias, go faster! I can handle it!"

"Alright then, hold on tight! Acceleration!"

High above in the blue sky, Elias carried Eden in a princess hold as he flew at high speed. Though she was the dignified and graceful superstar of the era, Eden actually enjoyed this kind of thrilling activity.

Her beautiful eyes widened as she admired the scenery she could never normally see, and right there, she began singing aloud.

Hearing her song, Elias flew with even greater vigor, deliberately picking areas full of clouds to dive through. He passed through one after another, his heart brimming with joy as Eden's voice accompanied him.

"I can actually transform into a true dragon. Next time, I'll show you." Elias said casually.

"A real dragon? That's something I'm really looking forward to! Will you carry me on your back when you do?" Eden's eyes sparkled.

Though being carried in his arms was wonderful, after all, an embrace was an intimate gesture. Flying, however, should be the ultimate symbol of freedom. Eden wanted to soar seated upon a dragon's back.

"Of course I will, my dear Eden." Elias agreed without hesitation.

What he referred to was his artificial collapse.

While his draconic transformation could already be considered part of that, it was still only partial. A full artificial collapse would transform him into a massive dragon.

Elias had once attempted it in a deserted area, and the result was unexpected. Though he had used Benares' genes, he hadn't become Benares.

Instead, he had transformed into a colossal white dragon. Unlike Benares' mix of black, white, and blue, Elias was pure white all over except for his golden eyes. And most importantly… he was enormous!

A serpent nearly a kilometer long like Sesha was already massive, but compared to Elias' collapsed dragon form, it was like a mere worm that could be slapped flat with one claw.

Elias was thankful he had chosen a large, empty location. Otherwise, if he had transformed within the base, Fire Moth would've been reduced to rubble instantly.

Elias: (The reason I became so large must be due to the Chiyou genes.)

The Meta-Morph he used combined Benares and Chiyou, inheriting traits from both Honkai Beasts. Mixed with Elias' own influence, the three fused together.

Dragon + Beast + White-haired boy = One massive white dragon.

It was an outrageous fusion, but at the very least, it had a distinct and striking image.

Afterward, when Elias saw the satellite images of his collapsed form, he couldn't help but sigh that he looked exactly like the CEO's Blue-Eyes White Dragon—though with golden eyes…

He worried about what he might look like in the future once he executed the Project Chimera. If the form was unsightly, he wouldn't hesitate to use the Herrscher of Death's Authority to adjust it himself.

...

Not long after, the two returned to Fire Moth.

When Elias landed in superhero fashion with Eden in his arms, he instantly drew everyone's attention.

"Captain Elias is back! Huh? But isn't that supposed to be Elysia in his arms?"

"Oh? Has he started a new route again? Let me see!"

"Hisss! That looks like Eden!"

"What?! Eden?! Let me see!!"

"Wait… could the rumors really be true?"

Ninety-nine percent of the warriors there were Eden's fans—in fact, nearly the whole world was. Seeing their idol descend from the sky, the crowd surged forward in excitement.

At the same time, a pink figure leapt over the crowd and landed right beside Elias. She threw herself into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest—or rather, like a pink cannonball.

"You're back, Elias~!"

"Cough, cough! Ely, calm down a little."

"I can't! I haven't cuddled you in nine hours! Elias, do you know how I survived these nine hours? Miss Pink Elf was lonely to death!"

Elysia took a deep breath against him, like someone who had been drowning and finally resurfaced for air. After replenishing her dangerously low supply of Elias, Ely felt alive again.

Only then did she notice the change in him.

Elias' dragon wings, gauntlets, and back were each inlaid with several massive gems. At the center of his chest armor was even a palm-sized sapphire.

Miss Pink Elf's eyes instantly lit up.

"Woooah~ this looks way too good! Wait, hold on—those look like real gems! Elias, don't tell me you robbed a jewelry store! If you did, I'll go to prison with you!"

"…Thanks for the sentiment, Ely, but no. You're overthinking. These were gifts from Eden."

Elias brushed his hand over the gems. In truth, they were just a cover—inside each gem was a Herrscher Core.

After much thought, Elias realized only Herrscher Cores were worthy to be his adornments. Ordinary gems couldn't withstand the shock of battle—they'd shatter into powder.

But Cores were different. Though usually stored inside his body, he could also affix them to his surface. They had not only the durability, but when he wielded Authority, they even glowed.

Visually, it was maxed-out special effects—absolutely stylish!

"Eden?!"

The moment Elysia heard that name, her eyes widened. Then the pink elf began trembling, her eyes filling with tears.

This startled Elias badly.

(Who?! Who made my Ely cry? Stand up right now! I'll kill you ten thousand times over and it still won't be enough!!)

The next second, Elysia whipped out her terminal, shoved it in front of Elias, and asked nervously:

"Elias, is this news real or fake?"

"Hm? What news?"

Elias focused his gaze and froze.

[Shocking! Era Superstar, Songstress Eden's Romance Exposed—Spotted Entering a Hotel with a Man at 8PM! Their behavior was intimate!!!]

It was clearly published this morning, yet the reposts had already exceeded ten million, and the comments were past 99,999+. The comment section was a wailing chaos—like a Herrscher of Dominance had taken over.

Elias' eye twitched furiously. Beside him, Eden also stood stunned.

They hadn't expected their actions last night to be photographed.

Elias wasn't in too much trouble—only his distinctive white-haired back had been captured. But Eden was less fortunate. She had turned her head toward the camera, her face perfectly clear.

Thankfully, Eden's PR team was competent. Though just as blindsided, waking up to find their diva in the world's top headline, they still managed to spin a response.

Eden's PR: "It's a misunderstanding! All a misunderstanding! The man in the photo is the accompanist from yesterday's concert. They only went out for drinks to celebrate the successful performance. As for the hotel—who says going to a hotel means doing that?! Our Miss Eden simply got drunk and stayed the night there, what's wrong with that?!"

Elias: "Well damn, that's actually spot on. Eden, your PR really nailed it."

Considering no one else knew what had happened between them last night, her PR team couldn't possibly know the truth. They had clearly blurted out a hasty excuse… which by sheer coincidence turned out to be the exact reality.

The coincidence was almost eerie.

Eden quickly pulled out her own phone, only to find 99+ missed messages.

She immediately called back her manager, clarifying she had no romance at all—that everything was exactly as they had said. They had done well, and she promised to raise everyone's salaries later.

"Ah, being a superstar really is tough. I guess that means, Eli, you'd better not debut after all."

Elysia sighed as she watched Eden juggling explanations and promising a press conference.

She knew if Elias debuted, he would become explosively popular. But that would only attract needless rivals. Thinking it over, she decided it wasn't worth the risk. Things were already chaotic enough.

Mobius was always scheming, but Elysia could still manage her. Now, however, Sakura had joined the fray, with Mei, Vill-V, and Hua all eyeing their chances as well.

Miss Pink Elf was still the unrivaled empress among them, but if too many enemies appeared, there was always a chance they could steal him away. And that was something she would never allow!

"My apologies—it seems I don't have much time left. Tell me, what procedures are required to join Fire Moth?" Eden asked calmly after ending her call.

"Eden, are you serious?" Elias frowned slightly.

"Of course. Even though I'm only a singer and don't have the kind of power you do, Elias, I still want to do what I can. And besides…"

Eden suddenly took his hand, smiling softly.

"…coming here means I can be closer to you."

"!!!" ×N

The moment her words fell, the entire place erupted in shock. Elias could almost hear the sound of countless hearts breaking. Around them, the crowd—especially the men—looked at him with eyes full of envy and jealousy.

It was fortunate that his reputation was strong enough. If it had been anyone else, they might have already been sniped on the spot.

"Absolutely not! Elias is already mine, Eden—you can't have any ideas about him!"

At the critical moment, Elysia cut between them, shielding Elias behind her like a mother hen protecting her chick. She had known it—if he spent a night away, something was bound to happen!

The pink elf also shot Elias a strange look, thinking: Wow, that was fast. Just one night, and you've already captured a superstar? You didn't use some hypnosis app, did you?!

Elias: "Ah… the weather sure is nice today…"

Honestly, Elias himself wasn't sure how it had come to this. He hadn't deliberately tried to win Eden over, yet somehow her favorability toward him had skyrocketed. It was simply… mysterious.

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Elysia."

"Hm? Eden, you know me?"

"Of course. Last night, while dining with Elias, we talked a lot. He told me he has the world's cutest, most beautiful girlfriend—brilliant and dazzling, like falling petals." Eden praised sincerely.

"R-Really? Oh my, that makes me blush. Elias, you really… always telling the truth~ Next time, if you're going to stay out late, at least call me first, don't make me worry."

Elysia rubbed her face with both hands, grinning happily. She hadn't expected Elias to describe her that way.

Her irritation over his night away instantly shrank by more than half. A few sweet words now, and she would forget the rest entirely.

At the same time, her affection for Eden rose sharply.

(Elysia: Eden is so dignified and reserved—there's no way she has any ill intentions toward Elias. Just like today's news, it must have been a misunderstanding. She's not like that green snake doctor or that pink fox vixen. There's no way she'd try to steal him from me.)

Nodding to herself, Elysia looked at Eden more and more favorably. She had confirmed it—this was her future bestie!

"Just call me Ely. So Eden, you really don't have that kind of intention toward Elias?"

"Of course not, Ely. I don't wish to become his lover." Eden shook her head, face completely sincere.

"Really? That's good. As long as you feel that way, we can definitely be best friends!" Elysia let out a sigh of relief.

She patted her own chest, decisively erasing Eden's name from her mental assassination list.

But then—

"Well, I only hope I can become Elias' support, help him fulfill his dreams, sing for him when he needs me, continue intertwining our souls through music… and that he'll treat himself kindly. That's all."

"Eh???"

Elysia stiffened. Something about that sounded very wrong. Eden, are you sure you're not trying to steal my man?

Eden still wore her flawless smile.

Then, before anyone could react, she reached out and touched Elias' dragon horns—the place previously reserved for Miss Pink Elf alone, her absolute forbidden domain!

From a certain angle, this was already a declaration of war.

"Elias, I'll do everything I can to ensure your happiness. When the Honkai war ends, come with me onto the stage, and together we'll pursue music and art."

"Uh… I'll think about it, when the time comes…"

"Cough! Cough!"

Elysia quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, then pulled out her pink handkerchief to carefully wipe his dragon horns. Her smile remained radiant, but Elias could swear he saw black aura rising from her body.

Elysia rose onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Elias' neck.

"Sorry, Eden. Once we defeat the Honkai, Eli and I will continue our journey around the world. Until we reach the very end, he will belong to me alone."

"The end?"

"Oh my, I didn't explain well enough—it means for a lifetime But since we're fusion warriors, that lifetime will be very, very long. Eden, if you want a turn with my Elias, you might have to wait several thousand reincarnations"

Fighting spirit glimmered in Elysia's eyes.

The lifespan of a MANTIS was at least six digits. Even when this era ended and the next one began, and the one after that, she and Elias would still be traveling together.

Until every inch of the world bore their footprints. Until they found a flawless paradise, an eternal utopia. By then, the golden age of this world would have long dimmed. And so…

(Elysia: Eden, you'd better behave yourself!)

Eden: "..."

The air grew thick with gunpowder.

The golden songstress and the pink elf locked eyes. At that moment, a wandering insect flew past, only to be slain instantly by the sheer sharpness of their gazes.

Everyone nearby instinctively backed away, swallowing hard. War! This was war! An invisible war!

Though no blood had been shed, in some ways it was even more dangerous than the arrival of a Herrscher—for this was a war between women!

"Eden, you only met Elias yesterday. Isn't it a bit too fast to try and steal him after just one day?"

(Though, to be fair, a certain pink fox managed it in just two days…)

"Hehe. Our time together may have been short, but Elias has already entrusted me with an immeasurably precious treasure. And more than that… music has bound our souls together. We already understand each other."

Eden spoke with confidence. Though she might not yet know his hobbies, she truly understood his soul—and she held the dream of the white-haired boy.

Perhaps this pink elf knew Elias' body and emotions better. But Eden believed that was limited. Physical companionship could only go so far. She, however, could become his soulmate.

Their gazes clashed once more.

Confirmation struck both of them: a formidable rival!

Best friends? Hah! Guard against fire, guard against theft, guard against best friends!

If Elias hadn't sealed away his memories of Elysia, he would certainly feel guilty now.

Because of him, two women who should have been lifelong friends were now glaring daggers, their bond split by enmity. Truly, it was just like him—to once again alter fate itself.

"Eden, I think you should give up. Fire Moth isn't just for anyone. The standards are high, and singing can't save humanity~"

Elysia stood with hands on her hips, her presence radiating power.

Elias silently muttered: Not necessarily. In the 2D world, singing really can save humanity—not only that, they even hold concerts in space while fighting interstellar wars. (Symphogear, Macross…)

"Oh? Is that so?"

Eden smiled and pulled out her unlimited black card.

"Ely, I think you're misunderstanding something. Singing may be my forte, but my true power is… wealth."

(Elias: Attention, everyone! The ultimate invincible billionaire lady is about to unleash her cash powers. All poor souls, protect your fragile hearts!)

Chapter 536: The Sakayanagi Family’s Sincerity

"Marriage proposal?!"

Akina Izumi was so shocked by her husband's words that she nearly fell off the sofa.

Ever since Kotomi Izumi entered high school, there had indeed been quite a few people coming forward with proposals. For powerful families, who wouldn't want to strengthen ties with the Izumi family through marriage?

But Yakken Izumi clearly wasn't buying it. He cursed and scolded them: "My granddaughter just entered high school and you're already scheming about her? Have you no shame? You want to marry into the Izumi family? Take a look in the mirror and see if you're even worthy!"

Grandfather really had Kotomi's back. He drove off all those families that came wanting to propose and marry Kotomi with extremely harsh words. And if they still didn't know better, he cut off cooperation ties without hesitation. That immediately made many family heads retreat. After all, marriage was only meant to draw closer ties with the Izumi family. If instead they ended up losing business cooperation, wouldn't that be a terrible loss?

Yakken Izumi saved Kotomi a lot of trouble right from the start.

But now, the Sakayanagi family's head, Shoujin Sakayanagi, had personally gone to Yamanashi to see Yakken Izumi. During their drinking session, they didn't say anything directly, yet at the same time, it was as if everything had been said. A top-level clash between two old foxes, all hidden behind the exchange of cups.

When Yakken realized Shoujin's true purpose in visiting, he almost flipped the table and started cursing. What, your Sakayanagi family too? You shameless old fox, you dare to come to me? Do you believe I won't call Ryu Hishinaga right now and give you a 'fair' 2-vs-1 battle?

But just before he lashed out, Yakken realized something. If the Sakayanagi family wanted to propose marriage for Kotomi, then the age and generation would have to match, as well as family position.

Kaneyoshi Izumi was the Izumi family's eldest son and future heir. That meant Kotomi, as Kaneyoshi's daughter, could only be married to the Sakayanagi family's eldest son's child.

But Yakken remembered very clearly: Sakayanagi Aoshi, the eldest son of the Sakayanagi family… had no son! After marrying his wife, they had only one daughter—Arisu Sakayanagi.

As their dinner came to an end, Shoujin Sakayanagi saw that Yakken had understood his intentions. These two long-time rivals had built up a kind of unspoken understanding.

Shoujin neither pressed the matter further nor hinted again. Instead, he changed the subject, talking about small business matters. The confrontation without sparks between the two heads turned to calm waters, and the meal ended in cheerful conversation.

After dinner, they shared some tea. Then Shoujin Sakayanagi didn't linger any longer. He left his gifts behind and drove away from Yamanashi alone.

Yakken Izumi pondered all afternoon before finally calling Kaneyoshi, telling him: Your eldest daughter has caught the Sakayanagi family's eye.

When Kaneyoshi heard this, he was at first prepared to go and have a friendly talk with Aoshi Sakayanagi. But then, just like his father, he realized—wait a minute. Aoshi Sakayanagi didn't have a son, only a daughter!

"The Sakayanagi family… are they really planning to propose on Arisu's behalf, to marry Kotomi?"

Akina Izumi asked. If it were any other family seeking marriage ties with the Izumi family, she would be the first to oppose it. She believed her two daughters' love lives should be their own decision.

But the problem was, Kotomi and Arisu Sakayanagi had always been close. The two could practically be said to have grown up together. Only after the fire did Kotomi lose all her childhood memories related to Arisu.

Aoshi Sakayanagi's wife was named Mai Sakayanagi. Mai hadn't been born into a wealthy family. She had worked as Aoshi's maid since he was 15.

At the time, Mai was only 18. Her family was poor and couldn't afford to keep her in school, so she dropped out and became a maid for the Sakayanagi family.

Spending every day together, with only a small age difference between them, when Aoshi went abroad to study at 18, Mai followed him as his maid. By the time they returned, Aoshi had been tempered through his father's training and had become a capable successor, recognized as the chairman of the Sakayanagi conglomerate.

But alongside him, his maid Mai had also grown pregnant. Only then did it become clear that during those years abroad, their relationship had quietly developed into romance. Everything had progressed naturally—and Mai was now expecting a child.

The Sakayanagi family did not care much about social status. Moreover, after all these years, they had all witnessed how devoted Mai had been to Aoshi Sakayanagi. Thus, they agreed to the marriage, and Mai changed her name to Mai Sakayanagi.

From a maid, she suddenly transformed into Aoshi's wife. Yet Mai did not let her sudden rise to fortune get to her head—she remained the same gentle and considerate person.

At the engagement ceremony, the Sakayanagi family naturally invited the Izumi family. Despite their rivalry, when they weren't competing, the two families still maintained decent relations.

At that time, Akina Izumi had just married Kaneyoshi. When she met Mai, whose belly was already swollen with child, their easygoing personalities clicked well. The two chatted happily, and in the end even said: If we each have children, and they're of the opposite sex, let them become husband and wife. If they're of the same sex, then let them become sworn siblings.

Later, Mai gave birth to a daughter, whom they named Arisu Sakayanagi.

Not long after, the Izumi couple adopted Kotomi. Since both families had daughters, they thought that when the girls grew older, they could be introduced properly and become good sisters who could support one another.

But before the families even introduced them, little Kotomi and little Arisu had already become close friends on their own.

And now… could that sisterly bond be transforming into something else?

"I remember Mr. Sakayanagi and Mai only have one daughter, right? Didn't Arisu come to our house not long ago?" Akina confirmed again with her husband, wondering if she had misremembered.

"When Dad called me earlier, I thought for sure Aoshi Sakayanagi must have secretly fathered an illegitimate son. But Dad said it seems the Sakayanagi head intends to propose on behalf of his granddaughter Arisu, for her to marry into our family."

After saying this, Kaneyoshi Izumi even chuckled:

"The sincerity of the Sakayanagi family is remarkable. As a mere opening gesture for a marriage proposal, they handed over a 100 billion US dollar deal."

The Izumi family wasn't lacking in money, but an extra 100 billion falling into their laps for nothing was certainly not something to be ignored.

"So Arisu… wants to marry Kotomi?!"

"Most likely, even the Sakayanagi family themselves are still puzzling over it. This isn't a small matter. Dad called me today just to let me know. For now, both families are still in the negotiation stage. There are countless details to settle regarding the proposal and the marriage alliance. Ultimately, it will depend on Kotomi's own wishes. If Kotomi is unwilling, then no matter how much sincerity the Sakayanagi family shows, it will all be meaningless.

But if Kotomi does agree to marry Arisu—to become… spouses—then the Izumi and Sakayanagi families will gradually begin releasing the news publicly. Of course, some forces will definitely try to interfere. Whether targeting the Izumi family or the Sakayanagi family, there will be plenty of people unwilling to see this marriage alliance succeed.

After all, if the marriage succeeds, it would mean the bonds between the Izumi, Sakayanagi, and Hishinaga families would become stronger than ever.

Therefore, before any public announcement, Dad plans to assign a team of bodyguards to secretly protect Kotomi."

Akina Izumi listened in stunned silence for a long time before finally speaking again: "Kotomi just started high school, and already we're talking about marriage… I never expected such quick action. And the one who wants to marry Kotomi… is Arisu Sakayanagi."

Akina could already see that Kotomi seemed to have a unique charm for girls. Several of the girls around her clearly felt more for her than simple friendship—it was closer to wanting to be her lover.

While the Izumi couple was still discussing the possibility of Kotomi's future marriage alliance with the Sakayanagi family, Kotomi herself was sleeping soundly on Mrs. Yuigahama's bed. She wore a sweet smile as she slept, one so lovely it stirred tenderness in anyone who saw it.

Tomoka Yuigahama felt the same. Sitting by the bedside, she watched Kotomi's sleeping smile and felt her entire heart melt from the girl's cuteness. She even wanted to reach out and touch Kotomi's cheek.

So often, it was in unguarded moments like this that Kotomi's cuteness shone through, leaving Tomoka wondering—why does such an impossibly adorable girl exist in this world?

Of course, if Tomoka knew what kind of dream Kotomi was having right now, she might not have thought her so cute…

Just as her hand was about to brush Kotomi's cheek, Tomoka caught herself and pulled it back, regaining her rationality in time.

"I-I should take a bath first. After that, I'll just go to sleep."

She quickly stood up after saying so, afraid that if she gazed at Kotomi's sleeping face any longer, she would completely lose herself in it.

Tomoka realized she had been wrong earlier—because even when Kotomi wasn't speaking or doing anything, even when she was simply lying quietly in bed asleep, she still carried an allure that drew her in.

If she kept watching, Tomoka felt her rationality would inevitably collapse under Kotomi's beauty. So while she still had some control, she rushed to bathe and calm herself down.

Before leaving the bedroom, Tomoka carefully shut the door. Yui likely wouldn't come downstairs again at this hour—she should be upstairs coaxing Yuka to sleep.

Seizing the chance, Tomoka hurried into the bathroom. She turned on the hot water and washed as quickly as she could.

When she came out, she was wearing a nightgown, her damp hair draping over her shoulders, her cheeks tinged with a faint rosy glow. With her mature charm, she looked like a vivid peony blooming against the wind and snow, enough to make anyone's heart race.

After confirming that the bedroom door remained closed, Tomoka finally exhaled in relief.

"Next time I absolutely must come up with a proper excuse together with Kotomi. We can't keep making her sneak around every time we discuss illustrations here, hiding from Yui and Yuka like this."

After locking the bedroom door, Tomoka lay down on the right side of the bed, sighing helplessly.

That said, even she hadn't yet figured out how to explain things to Yui. After all, her daughter only knew that her mother was an illustrator, and Kotomi was a light novel author—later, Kotomi would even be her mother's boss.

On weekends, Yui usually slept until eight or nine in the morning. If she didn't sleep in on her rare two-day weekend, wouldn't that be a waste?

"Kotomi, it looks like you won't get to sleep in tomorrow…" Tomoka said with a small laugh, adjusting her phone alarm to six in the morning.

She double-checked that her phone wasn't on silent, then set it aside, turned off the bedside lamp, and resolved to start building the habit of sleeping before midnight.

"Tonight, I'll go to bed early…" Tomoka murmured as she slowly closed her eyes.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she drifted into a half-dream state, teetering on the edge of sleep.

Just as she was about to slip into slumber, Tomoka suddenly heard sounds of someone stirring beside her.

Had Kotomi woken up?

But Tomoka was far too drowsy. She had no energy to speak, not even enough to open her eyes. All she wanted was to sleep soundly until morning.

Meanwhile, Kotomi sat up beside her. When she woke, she realized—this wasn't her bedroom at all!

At first she was confused, unable to tell where she was. The room was dark, curtains drawn, no nightlight—everything was pitch-black.

As her eyes adjusted, Kotomi realized she was in Tomoka Yuigahama's bedroom!

Swallowing nervously, she remembered she had only meant to take a short nap before continuing her discussion with Tomoka about the Mushoku Tensei illustrations. But that nap had turned into her spending the night at the Yuigahama house.

And she was sleeping on Mrs. Yuigahama's very bed.

Since she was sleeping in Aunt Tomoka's bed, that meant…

Kotomi carefully stood up and pulled the curtain slightly open, letting a sliver of moonlight spill into the bedroom. There she saw Mrs. Yuigahama lying on the bed, seemingly already asleep.

"I've been sleeping in the same bed as Aunt Tomoka this whole time? That's just too—" Kotomi couldn't even find the right word, but judging from her expression, she was inwardly cheering.

Looking at Tomoka Yuigahama lying there, graceful and beautiful like a fairy, how could Kotomi not feel something in her heart?

"Aunt Tomoka, Aunt Tomoka?" Kotomi whispered softly a few times. But Tomoka remained unresponsive, as though fast asleep.

Only then did Kotomi grow bolder. She walked to the bedside and sat down. Under the faint moonlight filtering through the curtain, she lowered her head—and gently kissed Tomoka's cheek.

Just a light touch. Her cherry blossom lips lingered for only a few seconds before she slowly stood back up, closed the curtain again, and returned to the left side of the bed. She pulled up the blanket and lay down once more.

Kotomi still knew her limits. Even though this was such a rare opportunity, she didn't let herself go too far.

Since they were sharing the same blanket, Kotomi reached her small hand under it and gently held Tomoka Yuigahama's hand. Even if Tomoka was asleep and couldn't hear her, Kotomi still wanted to say the words aloud:

"Aunt Tomoka, when exactly did I start liking you? Hehe… goodnight."

It sounded half like she was asking herself, half like she was asking Tomoka.

Kotomi believed that her stolen kiss just now, as well as the words she whispered, would never be heard by Tomoka, who was already asleep. She then set an alarm on her phone for the next morning. She would need to leave the Yuigahama house before Yui woke up.

Six o'clock should be fine.

After setting the alarm, Kotomi set her phone aside and closed her eyes to sleep again.

But what Kotomi didn't realize was that Tomoka hadn't been fully asleep earlier. She had been in a half-sleep state.

Which meant—whether it was the stolen kiss, or the words Kotomi spoke after lying back down—Tomoka had felt and heard it all.

Kotomi… she already…

Likes me?!

Chapter 624: Valkyrie Corps — Infiltration Operation

"Disgrace."

Aboard the flagship of the XVI Legion Luna Wolves—the Vengeful Spirit.

The Legion's commander, Horus—worshiped across countless Imperial colonial worlds as the Wolf-Shepherd Lord—stood at the edge of the bridge's central command console, his deep voice muttering the word.

He wore no helmet. The glow of countless hololithic projections lit his eyes as though flames burned within them. The polished deck plates and command consoles reflected his grim visage.

This was a true giant. The difference between him and an Astartes warrior was as vast as the difference between an Astartes and a mortal man.

His ornate armor gleamed like platinum wrought at dawn, radiant and exquisite, a masterpiece in every detail. Its surface was etched with countless symbols, the most prominent of which was the lone eye set into the wolf-head upon his breastplate.

Behind his proud and imposing frame billowed a vast crimson cloak, embroidered in gold with the radiant double-headed Imperial eagle, its talons clutching the sigil of the Luna Wolves—a red vertical eye glaring beneath the eagle's claws.

Among the Primarchs, Horus' features were not the most handsome—he could not compare with the angelic beauty of the Blood Angels or the Archangels. But his visage carried authority, iron resolve, and an austere severity. His gaze, like a sword drawn from its sheath, was so sharp it was unbearable to meet directly.

"Elves, hiding behind the name of democracy, establish their so-called republics. They know neither rank nor order, neither respect nor etiquette. Had they truly treated all as equals, perhaps I might have granted them some esteem. But they hypocritically enforce their 'Ten Covenants' to shackle the lesser races."

A shackle—yet in truth little different from slavery. Within the Elven nations, the human race's status was beneath livestock.

As Horus studied the intelligence reports returned by his reconnaissance operatives, his eyes widened in disbelief, then burned with fury.

He had almost thought it a mistake—but it was not.

"Their pride has been trampled into dust beneath the feet of xeno vermin!"

Pitiable… Humanity, lowest of the sixteen races. The weakest, most feeble, at the very bottom of the hierarchy. Frail of body, with zero magical adaptability, regarded by the higher races as mere cattle. Derisively mocked as 'hairless monkeys.'

Infuriating… Was it not enough for outsiders to insult them? Why must even humans debase themselves with that name?

"This is disgrace! To admit them into the Empire as they are would disgrace the entire Luna Wolves Legion! Disgrace, disgrace, disgrace!"

Their spines had been broken. They survived only by clinging to those accursed 'Ten Covenants.' If those Covenants collapsed, the first to face extinction would undoubtedly be humanity!

Horus pondered—did they truly deserve to bathe in the light of the Divine Empress?

Humanity was meant to be the soul of the cosmos, the essence of the universe.

He remembered not long ago, attending the Imperial Opera House alongside Leman Russ, Jaghatai Khan, and Alpharius, to watch a performance by the great dramatist William Shakespeare, brought from the Nasuverse governorate under Esdeath's rule.

The curtain had risen to thunderous applause (First Folio).

The play: Hamlet.

"What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals!"

That line especially resonated. It aligned perfectly with the creed of the Sacred Selene Empire, and struck deeply into the hearts of every Astartes Primarch, Horus included.

With lofty expectations and burning ambition, he had concluded his military debrief in the Imperial Capital, taken leave of Empress Selene, and set forth once more upon his crusade. And then… these images, these reports, struck him like a hammer to the soul.

Humanity was not the soul of the universe, not its essence. Instead, here they were—trash, livestock.

To Horus, they were vermin fit to be crushed at a whim—xeno scum spared only by the Empress' mercy. Less than cattle. Even beneath livestock.

"Disgrace—!!"

...

Meanwhile, aboard the Vengeful Spirit, in the residential quarters assigned to the Valkyrie Corps, within one of their lounges—

"This tea is quite nice."

The former free mercenary, draped in a black cloak with wine-red trim over a skintight black-gray combat suit, lowered her hood, revealing her striking face, marked by a beauty mole at the corner of her lips.

Yawn~

Lounging with her legs crossed, she stretched lazily, her graceful figure outlined by the snug fabric—displayed with complete indifference.

"Oh? I had thought that as a mercenary who licked blood from the blade's edge, you would refuse my tea in favor of alcohol."

Across the table sat Raiden Mei, her long violet hair tied back in a ponytail with a crimson pin sharp as a blade. Her light-purple eyes fixed calmly on her old friend and former comrade. Mei wore a sleek black-and-white combat uniform; at her waist, fragments of crimson Oni armor shimmered ominously.

"How could I refuse? This tea was brewed by none other than Lady Mei herself."

Lifting the cup with her slender hand clad in wine-red clawed rings, the mercenary savored it slowly. "Mmm. Fragrant leaves, sweet flavor. Add to that the cake you prepared yourself, Mei, and in the cold depths of space, amid the steel jungle of warships—this afternoon tea is quite the comfort."

"Spare me the teasing."

Mei shook her head with a soft smile. "Those days are long past. Anti-Entropy and ME Corp are both long dissolved. There is no 'Lady Mei' anymore. As you would put it, I am now just a field officer of the Valkyrie Corps."

"Raven, I personally pulled you from your homeworld to join the Valkyrie Corps. As one of World Serpent's remnants, I imagine life was not easy after the 'Great War.' And raising the orphans… your island villa, if I recall, sank during the war as well…"

"Don't mention the island again. I don't care anymore. Truly."

Her words were punctuated by her half-lidded, dead-fish gaze. Mei fell silent. Raven's villa… sunk once by Kiana, once by Mei herself, and once more when Selene annihilated World Serpent…

What could one even say about Raven's taste in property?

With a helpless shrug, Raven spread her hands, her tone tinged with melancholy, bitterness, and resignation.

"Let's drop the subject. And… thank you. Also, no need to call me Raven anymore. World Serpent is gone; that codename has no meaning now. Call me Natasha Cioara."

"In the Empire, mercenary life has no place. So here I am, enlisting in the Imperial army, hoping for a commission. If nothing else, it puts food on the table. Ah, Mei…"

"Likewise, Cioara. Just call me Mei."

"As you like."

Cioara shrugged again and moved toward the bar counter. "Let's see… Tequila, Rémy Martin Cognac, Château Lafite, Macallan M decanter… Serving in the Empire really does open doors, doesn't it? Such rare vintages…"

Falling back on her old bartender skills from mercenary days, Natasha sniffed, assessed, and in smooth, practiced motions, handed Mei a tall glass.

"Since this is a reunion of old friends, tea alone won't do. Here, Pink Lady. My mixing skills aren't perfect, but I can at least manage a basic cocktail."

"The alcohol content is low. Vodka over ice, lemon juice, grenadine, and a dash of ginger beer for spice… a fine balance. Try it."

Vodka with low alcohol content? Natasha… of course. Like Bronya, she was Slavic. That explained everything.

"Why aren't you with that most important person of yours this time? Why come looking for me, a lonely mercenary?"

Half-reclined, Natasha Cioara's crimson, serpent-like eyes carried a lazy air. Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps the reunion with an old friend, but her usually cold and dignified beauty was softened, faintly flushed. Resting her cheek in her hand, she let slip a relaxed smile.

World Serpent was gone. Their former mortal enemy, Schicksal, still remained. And Natasha—once World Serpent's Raven—had even switched sides to Schicksal. Awkward, to say the least. Though it had been Mei who recommended her.

She remembered that world-shaking divine war. Her villa—strictly speaking—hadn't sunk. The whole island had flipped. She had fought desperately through the chaos to save the orphans.

And still, in the end, she had been captured by the armored giants, imprisoned for a time, then released only once the dust settled. By then, the world had changed. She was conscripted into Schicksal's service, and overhead, a new sovereign had risen—the Empress.

"Shall I go then?"

Mei sighed softly, helpless.

"Eh? No, don't. That would be no fun at all."

"Then what would be fun? To put it simply, this is an order. A soldier's duty is to obey orders. Even if we're looser than the Imperial army—half a military organization at best—under the Empire's command structure, obedience to orders is absolute."

Mei's eyes slid sideways toward Natasha, her tone light, almost teasing as she played at officialdom.

"I am currently assigned to the Luna Wolves' theater of operations, as commander of both the Valkyrie Corps and the Sisters of Battle, with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. Tell me, Staff Sergeant Natasha Cioara—do you have any objections?"

It was true enough. As a centrally administered combat arm, the Valkyrie Corps—like the Sisters of Battle—answered ultimately to Alyssa herself.

Ordinarily, neither corps deployed as a whole, but rather split into multiple detachments according to mission needs.

Among the Astartes Legions, the Dark Angels, Black Templars, Blood Angels, Ultramarines, Luna Wolves, Word Bearers, and Salamanders often fought alongside the Valkyries and Sisters of Battle. Others—like the Punishers or the Night Lords—less so.

"You've changed again."

Sharing a brief smile, Natasha swirled the stem of her glass, her gaze complicated.

"I remember you then, as though you believed yourself a sinner, crushed under some mountain of burdens. Friendship, duty, mission, family, humanity… it seemed you carried everything alone on your shoulders."

"But now…" In Natasha's eyes was Mei's face, free of shadow, luminous and serene—peerless beauty, unveiled.

She gestured lightly, "It's like the clouds have parted, and the sun shines through."

"This isn't change. We've grown."

Mei turned her head away, gazing toward the decorative fresco hanging in the lounge. Within the painting, amidst hosts of angels of death and the adoration of all races, Selene's veiled and holy figure loomed above even the double-headed eagle of the Empire.

The Empress above the Empire, above all. Bearing all glory, bearing all sin. Bearing the holiest hymns, bearing the vilest curses.

"More importantly—because now, even if the sky falls, taller shoulders will bear it. The fate of the world, the survival of humanity, the progress of civilization… such burdens are no longer ours to carry."

She added, with quiet certainty: "Nor do we have the right. Kiana has found her path, her way to fulfill her life's worth. Naturally, I cannot lag behind."

"You really have let go."

Natasha raked her wine-red claws through her short gray hair, then downed the last of her cocktail in one swallow. "So then, what's the mission? It seems the Luna Wolves' Astartes have taken a particular dislike to this world?"

"Anger," Mei replied simply. "Here, the humans—better said, the 'human race'—are…"

She recounted the reconnaissance report in brief.

"…"

Natasha's rose-red lips parted slightly, almost against her will. "Humans, enslaved by xenos, their spines broken, the majority stripped of even the will to resist or rise again… this…"

Though she understood, after learning of the other races, why humanity here had fallen so low—understanding was one thing, but still, why had they fallen this far?

To the Astartes, with their boundless pride, there was no need to ask why. They cared only for the result.

Arrogance? This was arrogance.

"It seems another storm of blood is coming. We'll have work enough."

At that moment—beep, beep, beep—!

"Order from the Primarch: Phase One, infiltration operations begin."

"Raptors, 3rd Company. Infiltrators, 7th Company…"

"Valkyrie Corps and Sisters of Battle, Luna Wolves Expeditionary Fleet…"

...

It had begun.

Natasha and Mei exchanged a glance, then rose in unison.

"Mission start. Let's move, Raven."

"Why are you still using my old codename?"

"Well, since it's infiltration work, doesn't a codename feel more fitting?"

"Does it? Then I'll give you one too. Hm… how about 'Red Electric Dragon'?"

"Not a chance, Lady Black Dodo…"

...

Disboard—that was what the Ixseed (Sixteen Races) called their world.

On the continent of Lucia, in the Kingdom of Elkia—the royal capital of what had once been a great nation. Long ago, in the age of myths six thousand years past, its dominion had spanned half the continent. Now it was reduced to a single city.

Only its capital remained. Only this small kingdom survived.

And more dire still: Elkia was the last homeland of the human race in all of Disboard.

Everywhere else, humans had long since been reduced to slaves, to beasts of burden for the other fifteen races.

At this moment, dawn broke faintly over the land. Pale golden arcs stretched across the heavens, roosters crowed faintly, and the first light of morning touched the last human nation.

On the outskirts of Elkia's capital city—

At a roadside tavern that doubled as an inn, drunken men sat around outdoor tables, playing cards even in broad daylight.

From inside came the vulgar laughter of spectators.

Tap, tap~

The sharp click of boots drew eyes from the card table.

Scarlet-clawed fingertips scraped against the wooden table with a hiss. "Gentlemen, what's the game? Seems lively."

Chapter 554: Losing It

"That's right, they were all reincarnated. They should all be newborn babies right about now. As for why you were reincarnated—it's actually quite simple."

Eriri then briefly explained what the previous Demon Lord and Hero had done, as well as the actions she and D had taken at that time.

After listening, Mirei Shinohara sighed in amazement. She didn't blame Eriri or D for not saving the rest of the class.

More than a year of surviving in the labyrinth of another world had long since changed her. She was no longer the ordinary high school girl she had once been, and her perspective on many things had shifted.

Besides, even if she still carried the mindset of her past life, she would never resent Eriri for this matter.

"By the way, Eriri, I've been meaning to ask… why do you call Wakaba 'D-chan'? Didn't you always call her Hiiro-chan before? What does the 'D' mean?"

Putting down her chopsticks, Mirei glanced at D, who sat diagonally across from her, quietly savoring her food. Finally, her gaze settled on Eriri.

"'D' is D-chan's real name. 'Wakaba Hiiro' was just a temporary alias she used on Earth. So from now on, you and White should just call her D."

As she said this, Eriri seemed to recall something. She pulled D over with her right hand and patted Shiraori's head with her left.

"And White, stop eating for a moment. Let me reintroduce you two properly."

Hearing Eriri's words, Shiraori immediately raised her head, her cheeks adorably puffed out from stuffing her mouth full. Her big curious eyes turned toward Eriri.

"You two don't know D-chan's true identity yet. She's actually one of the highest-ranking gods in the universe, the ruler of the underworld, and also the creator of the System in the world where you reincarnated."

Before Mirei and Shiraori could react, Eriri continued:

"And this one here is my newly appointed personal maid, Meido. She's also the ruler of Hell, an existence equal in rank to D-chan~"

At this, Eriri's gaze fell on Meido. Mirei and Shiraori immediately understood she was talking about the beautiful stranger who had opened the door for them earlier.

Although they were shocked by D's identity, they had already guessed something along those lines. Since Eriri had explained earlier that the other classmates' reincarnations were D's doing, they could accept her being the ruler of the underworld.

What truly shocked them was that the maid who had welcomed them into the house turned out to have such a terrifying identity.

And yet, such an existence served as Eriri's maid. Naturally, they couldn't help but feel immense curiosity about Eriri's true identity.

Unable to hold back her curiosity, Mirei asked outright:

"Eriri, then what is your real identity?"

Shiraori also stared intently at Eriri like a curious child. Although she didn't really care what her master's identity was, her curiosity still got the better of her.

Since D already knew Eriri's identity, she wasn't interested in this topic. She simply pulled herself free from Eriri's grip and returned to enjoying her food.

As for Eriri, she began explaining to Mirei and Shiraori.

"As for me… I'm actually not from your world at all…"

Then, Eriri repeated what she had once told D—about her background and about the vastness of the multiverse.

By the end of her explanation, both Mirei and Shiraori were left utterly shaken. They had always known Eriri was powerful, but this level of power went far beyond anything they had imagined.

Thinking of this, Mirei turned her gaze toward Aoi Kujou, who sat beside her.

"Then does that mean Aoi is really powerful too?"

Aoi Kujou only smiled faintly. "I'm just the young lady's personal maid, nothing more."

Mirei clearly didn't believe her. With curiosity driving her, she tried using Appraisal on Aoi.

But the skill that had once revealed every secret in the other world now displayed only the most basic lines of information.

[Name: Aoi Kujou]

[Identity: Maid]

[Power: Level 7, Stage 2]

[Master: Eriri Spencer Sawamura]

Although the information Appraisal revealed matched Aoi Kujou's words, Mirei simply couldn't reconcile the title of "maid" with such overwhelming power.

From Eriri's earlier explanation of the Multiverse's Power Level Classification, she knew just how terrifying Level 7, Stage 2 truly was.

Although it was only two stages higher than Shiraori's Level 6, Stage 9, the difference was immeasurable—like the gap between heaven and earth.

But then she recalled that Meido, the ruler of Hell, was also serving as Eriri's maid, and she immediately felt more at ease.

Driven by curiosity about Meido and D's power, Mirei used Appraisal on them as well.

[Name: Meido]

[Identity: Maid, Ruler of Hell]

[Power: Level 8, Stage 1]

[Master: Eriri Spencer Sawamura]

—

[Name: D]

[Identity: Ruler of the Underworld]

[Power: Level 8, Stage 1]

Seeing their stats, Mirei couldn't help but marvel inwardly. Compared to her own Level 6, Stage 7, she had no idea how long it would take to reach their heights.

Instinctively, her gaze shifted toward Eriri, and she subconsciously activated Appraisal on her as well.

But this time, nothing happened. It was as if her skill had vanished into the void without the slightest ripple.

Just as she was about to try again, she caught sight of Eriri giving her a meaningful smile.

Instantly, she lowered her head like a child caught sneaking food, embarrassed and afraid to attempt Appraisal on Eriri again.

Of course, Eriri knew exactly what Mirei had done. After all, that Appraisal skill was one she had specifically created.

If she wished it, no matter what Mirei or Shiraori tried to Appraise, nothing could escape her sight.

That skill contained her power of omniscience. In theory, it could Appraise anything across the multiverse.

However, Eriri had imposed small restrictions upon it. When used on anyone related to her, it would only display the most basic information. And as for herself, she had completely excluded her own existence from Appraisal.

Just like that, several minutes passed, and dinner was already halfway through.

Suddenly, Mirei lifted her head with a cry.

"Ah! I just remembered—Eriri, during the cultural festival, the ghost we saw in the classroom… that was you, wasn't it?"

Mirei recalled the cultural festival from before reincarnation. She remembered how she had told Eriri about the ghost in the classroom, only for Eriri to act completely disbelieving.

Now, when she considered Eriri's true power, it was obvious that Eriri had only been teasing her.

Her gaze toward Eriri grew slightly resentful.

"That's right, it was me. Didn't I tell you back then? If you try to scare others, don't be surprised when you get scared instead. You were the one who insisted on playing ghost. You can't blame me~"

Eriri admitted it outright, her face full of mischievous delight.

Mirei rolled her eyes at her in exasperation, not believing a word. After all, several people had been playing ghosts that day, but she had been the only one to see the "real ghost." Clearly, Eriri had arranged it just to mess with her.

But she couldn't bring herself to complain to Eriri. She certainly didn't dare.

So, she could only turn her frustration into appetite, burying her head again as she launched a full-scale assault on the remaining dishes.

...

Time quickly passed, and soon it was after 7 p.m.

After finishing dinner and resting for a while, Mirei bid farewell to Eriri and the others. She was finally ready to return to her family home from her past life.

Leaving Eriri's house, she immediately cast a barrier over herself to block sight and cameras, ensuring her actions wouldn't be noticed by ordinary people.

Then, she took off and flew straight toward her home.

It wasn't far, since her house and Eriri's were both in the same school district.

At her speed, it took less than a minute before she landed in front of her own gate.

Although night had already fallen completely, Mirei Shinohara's night vision allowed her to clearly see everything around her.

Looking at the familiar gate she hadn't seen for over a year, her eyes quickly grew wet.

She wiped away her unshed tears, dispelled the barrier around her body, and pressed the doorbell.

As she anxiously waited, slow footsteps approached from inside until they finally stopped before the gate.

The door opened, and the light from the entryway spilled out. A weary-looking middle-aged woman peered out through the half-open door.

Seeing only a cute, white-haired little girl she vaguely found familiar, the woman relaxed and fully opened the door, even forcing a faint smile onto her exhausted face.

"Hello, little one. Do you need something?"

Looking at the slightly thinner woman before her, Mirei's eyes grew wet again, and this time tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Unable to hold herself back any longer, she rushed into the woman's arms, her small hands clutching her tightly.

Startled by her sudden action, the woman froze, flustered.

"Little girl, what's wrong? Are you lost?"

"Mom, it's me—Mirei! I'm back!"

The middle-aged woman's eyes went wide in shock, her face filled with disbelief.

"Eh?"

...

After Mirei left, Eriri and the others returned to the living room.

Since Mirei and Shiraori had returned to Earth, the live broadcast in the living room had ended, replaced by looping anime from this world.

At this moment, Eriri sat on the sofa, hugging Shiraori tightly like a life-sized body pillow.

But since Shiraori was not shorter than Eriri, the way she was held left Eriri resting her chin on Shiraori's shoulder, her arms wrapped around both her chest and stomach.

Though Shiraori stayed silent, her heart was surging with uncontrollable excitement.

"Ahhh, Master is hugging me! Master's body is so soft and smells so nice… I'm so glad I'm alive in this world!"

"Ahhh, Master is naughty, touching my chest like that!"

"But it's fine! All of me belongs to Master. Master, please touch me as much as you like!"

"Hehehe~ looks like Master really does love my body. Well done, Shiraori!"

"Uuuh, I think I've caught an illness where I'll die if Master doesn't hug me… what will I do without Master? If only she could hold me forever."

"Yahoo! I'll always be Master's dog! No, I mean—I'll always be Master's spider!!!"

...

Eriri hadn't peeked into Shiraori's thoughts, so she had no idea her little pet was currently losing her mind inside. Otherwise, she might have let her experience firsthand what it felt like when those crazy fantasies became reality.

At that moment, she casually chatted in her mind with the other group members.

Although she had been in this world for over two months, she had never stopped communicating with Arifureta and the others.

For those like Shea, who had stayed at home, these two months had been the hardest. After all, this was the longest Eriri had ever been away from them.

In the meantime, some events had unfolded in a few worlds. For example, in the Campione world, the King of the End was about to appear. In the Sword Art Online world, the "Underworld" project to cultivate highly advanced artificial intelligence was already in development.

As for the other worlds, not much had changed—only two months had passed, after all.

Among all the group members, the most troubled one was likely Kyoko.

Seraphim's harassment hadn't stopped at all, leaving Kyoko endlessly irritated. But since Eriri had ordered her not to do anything too extreme to Seraphim, she had no choice but to endure.

Because Eriri had promised that once she returned, she would personally bring Eu to settle the matter with Seraphim, Kyoko didn't dare to act on her own and bring Eu back from the world of Saekano just to deal with Seraphim's harassment.

Chapter 309: Zero-Homers: Damn, Did Our Universe Just Trigger a Crisis?!

A few days later—

Solar System Starbase.

On the main platform in front of the central structure, a massive signal transmitter had been erected, the size of a battleship.

The signal tower was entirely forged from black metal, resembling the transmission towers on Earth but with a far more futuristic design.

It was enormous—standing below, one could hardly see its top.

Inside the control room, the loli researchers tapped rapidly on the holographic interface.

A crowd of shipgirls gathered to watch, even Purifier, Observer, and the others who were busy with dimensional technology research came over.

Everyone wanted to witness contact with the true god-level civilization of the Trisolaran universe—the Zero-Homers.

"Done."

"With stellar reflection, this tower can broadcast tachyon signals across the entire Milky Way at FTL speed."

"If the other side's technological level is high enough, they will be able to receive our message."

Kayo Senju ran a full self-check on the equipment. After confirming no issues, she exhaled in relief.

Though tachyon sensors were already used frequently on starships, broadcasting across the whole galaxy was a first.

For the Bulins, it was simply building it on a larger scale—not difficult.

"Comrade-chan, after we send the broadcast, won't we risk exposing our position to a Dark Forest strike?"

Tashkent asked casually.

"Impossible. Any civilization capable of receiving the signal will immediately recognize the technological gap."

The little loli was brimming with confidence.

"They won't be able to trace tachyon origins, only passively receive the message. Our information warfare is simply not on the same level as theirs."

She explained some technical details that went over Setsuna and the shipgirls' heads.

But since the researchers, the Bulins, and Grey all confirmed it was safe, then it was safe.

Soon, the broadcast was initiated.

"We'll transmit the message in three segments."

"The first is a self-decoding linguistic system, ensuring aliens can understand our language and basic situation. Humanity already has one—it's the same type we sent to the Trisolarans."

The little loli input a string of complex characters into the console.

"The second is a greeting, to show we have no immediate hostile intent. After all, FTL civilizations can be frightening to others."

"The third is an invitation to meet the Zero-Homers. Out of curiosity, they might be willing to respond."

"Since they're a god-level civilization here, they should have methods to contact us."

Setsuna nodded, finding nothing wrong with the plan.

The Zero-Homers were used to roaming around creating death lines. In such a vast galaxy, it shouldn't be hard to run into a few individuals.

"Proceed."

Buzzz—

The signal tower activated.

A deep hum resonated, and invisible tachyon signals burst forth from the Solar System, spreading across the Milky Way at FTL speed.

To native civilizations, and those that had only just entered the space age with primitive lightspeed ships, the broadcast was incomprehensible.

They merely sensed garbled noise, dismissing it as cosmic microwave background distortion and discarding it.

Only civilizations at far higher levels than the Singer's could parse even fragments of the content.

Quite a few civilizations were shaken by the FTL signal, trembling as they scrambled to hide their existence.

...

After the broadcast finished—

Grey stood eagerly at the starbase's docks, stretching her limbs.

"Hmm, just relying on broadcasts is too slow. Let me move around a bit."

"If the Zero-Homers get spooked and hide, I can just drag them out."

"???"

The shipgirls were stunned.

"Find them? How? The galaxy is massive. Even our entire fleet wouldn't be enough!"

"I alone am an army. Don't forget who I am."

The nanobot girl puffed her chest.

"Speaking of which… I haven't eaten in a while. Let's see what the civilizations of this universe taste like."

With that, the girl in the black military uniform stepped to the edge of the starbase, then leapt into the starry void.

Shwoom—

Her body dissolved into a vast grey nanocloud.

The nanocloud condensed in the distance into a strange starship, glowing faintly dark green.

Under an ultra-high-magnification microscope, one could see that this vessel was actually composed of countless nanobots.

Crack—

Then, the nanostarship split.

Like cellular division, one ship became two identical ships.

Then two became four, four became eight…

The Gray Tempest possessed infinite self-replication and the ability to draw energy from the void.

Together, these formed a terrifying combination.

In the past, the Creator had sealed Grey within the L-Gate at the cost of his life, fearing she would bring a galactic-scale crisis.

"Ah…"

The shipgirls were dumbfounded at the sight of Grey's "Gray Tempest" form.

In just minutes, under exponential growth, the nanostarships filled the stellar orbit.

They formed neat phalanxes, arrayed from high above the sun all the way out to Saturn's orbit.

Looking up from Earth, the natives saw the sky covered entirely with ships stretching from one horizon to the other.

People on the streets nearly collapsed in terror, some almost crying.

"So this is Grey's true body?!!"

The Sirens, shipgirls, and loli researchers were all stunned.

"Mhm~"

"Commander, I'm heading out!"

The girl's cheerful voice rang out over comms.

"Watch me dig three feet into the ground if I have to—I'll find the Zero-Homers!"

Shwoom—

An uncountable number of starships split into tens of thousands of squadrons, scattering in every direction across the stars.

Even as they flew, they continued replicating and dividing.

After only a few interstellar jumps, the number of fleets had multiplied several times over.

From a distant astronomical scale, the entire galaxy seemed shrouded in a grey stormcloud. Only close up could one see that it was made of countless nanostarships.

Gray Tempest—her name was no exaggeration.

She was a storm capable of sweeping across the galaxy.

"Sub-light natives challenging a Stellaris-level crisis. Overkill. Good luck to you all."

Setsuna clapped his hands.

"My wife is really strong."

"…Wait a minute. So this whole time she's been slacking off?!"

...

The civilizations of the Trisolaran galaxy felt like they were witnessing a nightmare.

Endless nanostarships, like a natural disaster, flooded across the galaxy.

They activated FTL drives and sensors, pouncing on every civilization and fleet they detected.

Resistance was futile.

The nanostarships were endless—destroy one, two more would split off.

The firepower of thousands upon thousands of ships could scour a planet's surface clean in an instant.

Then the nanoclouds would engulf the planet, using its resources to create even more starships.

Even dual-vector foils were useless. Their FTL speed made them impossible to hit, attempting it was just suicide.

Running was hopeless too.

Sub-light natives trying to outrun an FTL crisis was nothing but a death wish.

For a time—

The galaxy was filled with wails.

The more advanced civilizations cranked their lightspeed engines to maximum, sealing themselves into low-light-speed dark domains.

This was the ultimate "cosmic safety statement"—inside, no one could leave, and outsiders couldn't detect them.

Even then, the nanofleets didn't care.

They activated jump drives, forcing their way inside, leaving the natives sobbing in despair.

"…."

"…."

Given that nearly no one in this universe could oppose Grey—

Setsuna remained at the starbase with the research teams, focusing on controllable dimensional reduction weapons.

The Fallen Star Lance was already near the peak of conventional weaponry. The Starsea Empire's next step, like all god-level civilizations—

—was to understand the laws, and command the laws.

Finally—

About a month later.

While Setsuna was accompanying Purifier and Observer in yet another strange star system, conducting their fiftieth experiment—

A message came from Grey.

"Commander, I found the Zero-Homers."

"I half… uh, no, I fully exchanged opinions with them. Do you want to come take a look?"

...

The Eternal Snowfall, carrying the curious shipgirls, activated her warp engine. After several consecutive jumps through the void, she emerged in an unfamiliar star system.

This place was over ten thousand light-years from the Solar System, a mysterious nebula never before explored.

Shwoom—

Following Grey's directions, everyone rode within Aurora's hull toward a small asteroid at the edge of the system.

"Zero-Homers!"

"What do they look like? Mammals? Cold-blooded reptiles? Or maybe birds?"

"They won't be some kind of octopus-like Cthulhu, right?"

Yukikaze, Tai Yuan, Fu Shun, and several other little shipgirls pressed impatiently against the portholes.

They were eager to finally see the so-called god-level civilization of the Trisolaran world.

"Hmm… considering the vastness of the universe, there could exist lifeforms we've never even imagined before. Silicon-based life, or even gaseous life, for instance."

Kayo Senju thought aloud.

"Also, I don't think a civilization with a technological level bordering on infinity would still maintain its original physical form."

"Their mode of existence is probably something beyond our imagination."

The scientist's vision was far broader than that of the little shipgirls.

In the grand universe, alien beings—shaped by wildly different environments—were unlikely to resemble humanlike mammals. Even finding something vaguely animal-like was rare.

During the expedition, the shipgirls had already collected bizarre specimens for the alien zoo: besides the slime-like Trisolarans, there were mushrooms, shrubs, and even indescribably strange creatures.

Who knew what forms civilizations might evolve into under alien conditions?

"Hopefully they don't look too disgusting, or I might end up with racial OCD."

Setsuna cleared his throat.

If this had been one or two years ago, he might have feared the Zero-Homers.

But once they had crossed the line beyond lightspeed, so-called god-level civilizations were nothing special in his eyes.

They were merely the strongest among the natives.

At the edge of the planet, they spotted a black column of light stretching from the ground to the stars. It was about twenty to thirty meters in diameter, over a hundred kilometers long.

This was the darkest thing in the universe—the death line.

A byproduct of high-power lightspeed ships, twisting space. Within a death line, the speed of light was zero. Zero light speed meant true death—absolute death, one hundred percent.

Every fundamental particle, every quark—dead, motionless.

This was the handiwork of the Zero-Homers.

Their alliance sought to reduce light speed to zero, then restore the primordial era of infinite light speed.

"Stay clear of the death line. If it spreads, it'll be a pain to deal with."

Setsuna warned.

Escaping from a black domain with an FTL ship was not difficult, but inside, time would distort.

He had no desire to repeat Cheng Xin's fate—entering and exiting a black domain only to find eighteen million years had passed outside.

Before long, the ship descended slowly from orbit, where they saw Grey waving to them from the barren asteroid below.

The surface had only a thin atmosphere, and the starry sky was visible overhead at a glance.

The nanobot girl stood beside a small alien ship, beckoning to them.

The ship was not her own hull. Its design was distinctly alien, though damaged—apparently after a fight.

But what shocked Setsuna and the shipgirls most was the being standing beside her—the one she called a "Zero-Homer."

"!!!"

"What the—?!"

The ship burst into chatter.

The hatch opened, and everyone rushed out, crowding around and scrutinizing the figure.

"Here, this is a member of the Zero-Homers Alliance."

"When I found him, this guy was powering up his lightspeed ship, generating a death line at maximum output nearby. I gave him a beating."

Grey gestured casually.

"You're a Zero-Homer?! For real?!"

Almost simultaneously, Setsuna and the shipgirls asked the soul-deep question.

Before them stood not a bizarre fungus, shrub, or indescribable eldritch creature—

—but a human.

A perfectly standard human.

A middle-aged man in a white shirt and black trousers, tieless.

The man's face combined both Asian and European features, yet he could never be mistaken for a local anywhere.

His features were too perfect—so perfect they felt unnatural.

He stood straight, expressionless.

"Greetings. To be precise, I am a member of the 'Zero-Homers' Alliance."

"There are many members within the Alliance. My civilization is only one of them."

His voice, like his face, was impeccably standard, devoid of any distinct traits.

Clearly, he had mastered the linguistic self-decoding system they had broadcast earlier.

"You're human? Wait, no—why do you look like that?!"

Setsuna noticed his sensors did not even register the man as a biological entity.

"My civilization has already completed pure energy conversion. Strictly speaking, I no longer possess a 'face' or 'form.'"

The Zero-Homer replied calmly.

"I adopted this human appearance solely for ease of communication with you. Whether you accept it or not, this was my best effort."

Pure energy conversion.

Setsuna and his companions were slightly startled.

They had shed material bodies completely, existing purely as energy beings.

It was indeed a fitting form for a god-level civilization.

"Which star system are you from?"

Observer waved her tentacle rigging as she asked.

"..."

The Zero-Homer fell silent for a moment, glancing uneasily at Grey.

"Forgive me, but I cannot answer that."

"Why not?"

The shipgirls were even more intrigued.

"Because we fear you. In this universe, everyone—any intelligent, sentient civilization—fears you."

"You have surpassed lightspeed, breaking the rules of the cosmos."

The 'man' answered in a standard tone.

"Look at you, you've traumatized him."

Richelieu cast a glance at the nanobot girl.

"What?! When I found him, he was about to escape. I just intercepted him, that's all."

"Besides, I've already cleaned up the other Grey Swarms in the galaxy!"

Grey looked displeased.

Setsuna wasn't sure how she had subdued the Zero-Homer, but clearly, he was terrified of her—terrified of revealing his homeworld's coordinates, lest the Gray Tempest come knocking.

An FTL crisis was nightmare fuel for sub-light natives.

The nanobot girl then pointed toward Setsuna.

"This is the Commander—the leader of our Starsea Empire."

"He wants to see you. Be honest with your answers, ahem."

"..."

The Zero-Homer looked at Setsuna, then at the shipgirls, and finally at the Eternal Snowfall looming above.

"You've still kept your primitive material forms? Incredible…"

"I had assumed that as the 'gods' of this universe, you would long ago have completed energy conversion, becoming higher lifeforms."

"But… perhaps this is your philosophy of existence. I shouldn't pry. My apologies."

"..."

Setsuna had no desire to become a glowing energy orb—simply because he liked the human form. Besides, it allowed him to be intimate with his shipgirls.

A man must follow his heart.

...

A few minutes later, they skipped unnecessary pleasantries.

The Zero-Homer, deeply respectful toward an FTL overlord, spoke cautiously. The stronger a civilization was, the more they could appreciate the absurdity of the Starsea Empire—and the more they respected true power.

Unlike lesser races, they did not pick pointless fights.

Setsuna and the shipgirls, in turn, were fascinated by the Zero-Homer.

Inside a small shuttle, they listened with interest as he described his origins and civilization's current state.

His people were ancient. Back when Earth was still forming primitive life, his civilization had already ventured into space, traveling aboard lightspeed ships.

Still, he never mentioned his home cluster, glancing at Grey with visible unease.

The Zero-Homers Alliance was in truth a coalition of civilizations sharing the same goal: resetting the universe.

Their purpose was simple—reduce the universe to zero dimensions, then cycle it back up through ten dimensions, recreating the idyllic ancient era.

In a ten-dimensional universe, light speed was infinite—even faster than the Eternal Snowfall's warp engines.

A being could cross from one end of the universe to the other within a single Planck time.

And time itself had multiple dimensions.

That meant one could make two completely different choices simultaneously.

Even after making a decision, one could "go back" and undo it.

It was a dreamlike cosmos. Just hearing the description made the shipgirls yearn for it.

Of course, joining the Zero-Homers Alliance had requirements.

Every member civilization was what one would call a "god-tier civilization."

At minimum, they possessed the ability to generate death lines with high-output lightspeed ships, and generally wielded the power to manipulate cosmic laws or unleash dimensional reduction strikes.

"So many civilizations… how did they all independently come to the same idea?"

Richelieu asked curiously.

For her, it seemed incredible that countless advanced civilizations could share such identical goals. After all, Trisolarans, Singers, and Humans—three vastly different societies—could never agree on anything.

Whenever they met, it was war to the death.

"Any civilization that masters the Mathematical Laws will inevitably do the same as us—join the Zero-Homers Alliance."

The Zero-Homer replied.

"Wait a second!"

"What did you say? Mathematical Laws?!"

The shipgirls jolted in shock.

As expected—

The Zero-Homers had mastered the strongest weapon in the Trisolaran universe, said to be wielded only by gods—

—"Mathematical Laws."

Chapter 308: The Savior of All Villains in the Universe?

"Heehee, isn't Lord Aha supposed to be omnipotent? If you can't even glimpse the script I, Sparkle, have written, then you'd best slink away from my side with your tail between your legs~"

Once again, Sparkle snapped the Aha mask apart as easily as breaking a brittle biscuit, then skipped lightly toward the grandest dream hotel on the planet—large enough to house tens of millions.

The crisp clack of her wooden clogs echoed along the streets.

On towering skyscrapers, holographic projections broadcast the news of the Interastral Peace Corporation, watched by citizens with terror in their eyes.

Across the skyline, massive cosmic ships could be seen landing ceaselessly, their piercing sirens blaring.

Behind her, the chaos of robbery, thievery, and panicked cries rang out again and again.

In this slightly chaotic atmosphere, some holograms instead displayed a famous singer of the Harmony family—a renowned celebrity of the Halovian stars, one of the most celebrated voices across the entire universe.

Despite Sparkle's striking aura as she hopped along, she was ignored completely, as if she were but a cheerful little ghost unseen by all.

Her humming created a stark contrast to the chaos around her.

Meanwhile, within the dream hotel, the five great family branches who ruled Penacony presided. After speaking with the representatives of the many forces who had fled here, they temporarily housed all envoys within the hotel.

Among them was Diamond, Minister of Strategic Investment for the Interastral Peace Corporation, as well as the remaining Stoneheart Ten.

Other IPC executives were scattered—some stationed in other star systems, others having set up temporary command centers across Penacony Galaxy's sector.

Within the hotel's private chamber, Sunday, head of the Oak family, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, calmly reviewing the surveillance of all Penacony.

"More and more factions are fleeing to Penacony. Soon enough, it will be saturated."

"When that time comes, for the sake of resources, they will surely slaughter one another before the black beast tide even arrives."

"Even the IPC and the Family, exerting their utmost, will not be able to restrain it."

"Even now, with so many overlapping forces tangled together, chaos already brews beyond control."

"Were it not for the power of Order restraining all, Penacony would have already perished before the tide arrived."

Sunday's eyes glimmered with a touch of fanaticism as he gazed upon the small sun radiating faint light across the entire galaxy.

Though no larger than a fist, this little sun laid down absolute law for an entire system.

This was Order—great Order. Only Order could redeem all.

Even as a member of the Family, he saw now how powerless they truly were in the face of such calamity.

But what was regrettable—

Order's power had descended, yet none had been chosen. Were one acknowledged, they could become its Emanator.

Thus it was certain—the Aeon of Order had not been wholly devoured by Harmony. It still existed.

For once an Aeon fell completely, it could no longer appoint an Emanator.

And still, no one had been able to earn its favor.

Not even the Dreammaster Gopher Wood, who first initiated the plan of Aeon resurrection.

Gopher Wood had even attempted to seize the little sun by force—yet in an instant his consciousness was shattered, and he perished.

As Dreammaster, Gopher Woodhad long abandoned his body, existing only as an awareness within dreams. When his mind was destroyed, so too did he die.

Now, aside from Gopher Wood, Sunday himself was the most favored of Order—for he was among the rare few who had walked the Path of Order.

Sunday turned to look at his younger sister, Robin.

She bore verdant emerald eyes, with lake-green depths now filled with worry. Dressed in a gown of gray-white and violet hues, short in front and long in back, her skirt was adorned with pearls and star-gems.

As a Halovian, wings sprouted at Robin's back and ears, though her back wings usually folded neatly at her waist. Her long hair was a pale lavender cascade of curls, with a metallic halo floating above her head. At her neck, jewelry concealed the scar of an old gunshot wound…

Her crystal high heels shifted slightly against the floor, betraying unease.

By appearance and bearing alike, she perfectly embodied the standard of a galactic superstar.

Robin pressed her lips together. "Has it come to this already? Brother, is there anything we can do?"

Having grown up in the Family and trained directly by its patriarchs, her political ability was naturally strong. Managing an entire planet would have posed no problem to her.

Sunday gazed at his sister. In his eyes, Robin shared a mysterious connection with the little sun of Order. Yet the influence of Harmony blocked this link.

This meant his sister might very well be able to directly inherit the power of Order's Emanator.

But that would be tantamount to betraying the Family.

Unlike him, his innocent sister would never stomach such betrayal. Forcing her down that path would only brand her as ungrateful.

As her elder brother, he would never compel her to make a choice against her will.

"There is a way. If someone can inherit the power of Order's Emanator, then that power could forcibly quell the chaos of all these factions gathered in Penacony."

Robin looked up at the small sun of Order hovering in Penacony's skies.

Though this place was suffused with Harmony, it was undeniably Order's power that now shielded everyone.

Just then, a playful voice chimed in.

"Yoyoyo what a coincidence I happened to arrive now Chicken-wing boy, and our universe's beloved superstar, Miss Robin."

Sparkle appeared nearby, stepping lightly as she strolled over, the former Aha mask now floating beside her like an ordinary mask.

"Oooh~ finishing up some boring office politics, are we? Brother and sister whispering secrets behind closed doors? How about letting me listen too?"

Sunday's expression immediately chilled. Robin blinked and frowned slightly, though she betrayed no displeasure.

With cold detachment, Sunday replied, "Masked Fool… no, Emanator of Elation. Trespassing into private quarters violates the rules of the dream hotel."

"Even if you were my guest, I would not hesitate to add you to Penacony's list of the untrustworthy."

Sunday felt a pounding headache just looking at Sparkle.

Originally, he had invited a Masked Fool only to fulfill the great plan of Order's descent.

And the Masked Fool he had invited had not even been this Sparkle, but another. Yet, as always, the Masked Fools acted as they pleased, swapping out the one he called upon.

At first, he had not minded—after all, so long as it was a Masked Fool, the identity did not matter.

But now, his carefully arranged plan had become a dead move, binding his hands.

Order had already descended, rendering his scheme useless—and worse, a burden.

This particular Masked Fool was especially vexing.

As an Emanator, she could not be expelled by force. The Family lacked that kind of strength.

Moreover, with Penacony now shrouded in Order, even prayer to Harmony would go unanswered. Harmony could not respond.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Sparkle giggled, clapping lightly, her eyes curved into crescents, her playful smile brimming with self-amusement.

"Hehehe~ chicken-wing boy, your words just now were truly delightful."

"You so clearly want to drive me away, yet because you cannot, you force yourself to maintain the dignity of a patriarch—twisting yourself into a clown, speaking bravely while completely lacking confidence."

"Heeheehee, chicken-wing boy, you're such an easy source of fun~"

Sunday's face remained cold, stripped of his usual genteel composure.

"Emanator of Elation, what exactly do you want? Speak your purpose directly. No matter how silver-tongued you are, it cannot hide the ridiculous motives you Masked Fools skulk in the shadows pursuing."

"If all you seek is amusement from me, then I must disappoint you. I am nothing more than a tiresome politician."

Hearing this, Sparkle let out a sudden snort of laughter, nearly collapsing into hysterics.

"Hahahaha… you really are walking comedy, chicken-wing boy. Twisted, foolish, and utterly oblivious."

"In Penacony alone, you've given me at least ten percent of my fun~"

Sunday said nothing, only watching her coldly, as though no matter what she said next, he would refuse to reply.

The best way to deal with a Masked Fool was not to engage with one.

Robin, seeing her brother and Sparkle about to come to blows, hurriedly stepped in to ease the tension.

"Miss Sparkle, while Penacony welcomes all who come, we do ask that you respect those of us who work tirelessly to maintain it. If you have any dissatisfaction, please let me know. I will do everything in my power to resolve it, and ensure you leave Penacony with pleasant memories."

Sparkle stepped closer, examining Robin. Robin offered a warm, fan-like smile, as though addressing her countless admirers.

"As expected of a galactic superstar. Your words are far more interesting than those of your office-politics brother."

"No wonder you were chosen~."

Robin blinked in surprise. "Chosen?"

Sunday frowned, his voice cold. "Emanator, what do you mean? And keep your distance from my sister."

Hands behind her back, Sparkle tiptoed playfully, the golden bells at her ankles chiming crisply.

"My, my, how nervous you are, chicken-wing boy."

"But you should be nervous. After all, the entire universe faces doom—or rather, everyone except a select few individuals with… special traits."

"It won't be long before all of Penacony falls, without exception."

"Even now, though Penacony has gathered what seems to be frightening power, they're nothing more than refugees fleeing disaster."

"Hehehehehe…"

Her mischievous laughter rang out.

"A grand, unprecedented play is about to begin."

"A survival game of the unknown. You, me, everyone—we are all actors on this stage. All others? Merely nameless extras, cannon fodder."

"And if you wish to survive this drama—"

"…You'll have no choice but to step onto the stage, stand beneath the spotlight, and watch as everything dances around you."

After finishing, Sparkle leaned close to Robin's ear, speaking with pointed implication.

"Of course, not every actor steps up willingly. Some are pushed forward by everyone else, forced to perform the play that all expect of them."

"And the one forced on stage… will, in the end, tear apart everyone's expectations with their own hands."

"Tell me, my dear—who do you think will be pushed onto that stage?"

Whoosh—

With a sound of air being split, Sparkle lightly hopped back as a gentleman's cane whizzed past her nose.

"Enough, Masked Fool. Your nonsense has gone far enough. You are not welcome here. Leave at once!"

But Sparkle only smiled, as always.

"My, my, chicken-wing boy, it seems you've already caught on to a tiny bit of the story I'm telling. Not bad, not bad—you are clever indeed. But only a little clever."

"I know you're impatient, chicken-wing boy, but don't be. I'll leave after I finish. Who knows—you might even discover the little secret Sparkle has tucked inside, the one that solves your problem~"

Sunday's face grew colder, his fists slowly tightening. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Sparkle clapped her hands. "Oh, it's very simple. Just a little reminder."

"Surely Lady Herta's broadcast from the Genius Society to the entire universe has been received everywhere, including Penacony?"

"And yet—you didn't dare make it public. Isn't that especially amusing?"

"Heeheehee… only intelligent beings aligned with kindness are spared from the black beast tide's predation."

"To verify this, certain IPC members who could not be attacked already returned to Pier Point to investigate."

"Though more than ninety percent of the population was lost, and over half of all civilization's facilities destroyed with contact to the outside world severed…"

"They still lived. The monsters coexisted peacefully with them."

"And the countless refugees who've fled to Penacony? They already know this."

"Because this place has that thing." Sparkle pointed toward the little sun. "Even here, the monsters are suppressed to some degree."

"So then—what will this mass of villains do in order to survive?"

"Will they not stop at nothing to choose a savior of villains?"

"And as the yearning for Order grows stronger, certain bonds will no longer remain hidden. Which means, chicken-wing boy~"

"This drama, whether you wish to join or not—you will join. Whether you accept it or not—you are part of it."

"And that means… your situation is very dangerous~."