I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

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"You are incapable of doing anything. Aside from the Atlas Institute being aware of the three-thousand-year-long plan, you know nothing about it. And in the timeline that followed, the world was successfully saved, and after humanity was frozen, the Wandering Sea survived, while you were all wiped out. So what are you, Clock Tower, if not useless trash?"

Although unwilling to accept it, this person clearly had no reason to lie. These events that happened in other worlds utterly crushed the Clock Tower's useless pride, which he considered himself the leader of the Mage's Association.

Barthele Loreleia's face turned ashen, and she gritted her teeth as she uttered, "Are you saying all this just to humiliate us?"

"Ah, sorry, sorry, you guys are really too useless, I couldn't help but make a few sarcastic remarks, I didn't mean anything by it." Yue Zhengling waved his hand, pretending to be embarrassed, as his expression began to become more natural.

"I'm saying this just to tell you that Rafe not committing suicide is an exceptional case among exceptional cases, just like your current world ending."

"Why did our world enter the apocalypse?" Weber, having finished his examination, looked at Yue Zhengling.

"Haven't you already found the reason? Ah, just to be on the safe side, I'll ask again. Is the person who succeeded to the position of Dean of the Atlas Academy Sion Eltnam Atlasia?"

Weber placed his hands together tightly in front of him and replied, "Yes."

"Then the second question is, among the twenty-seven Dead Apostles of this world, is there any record of the thirteenth seat, Walachia, being wiped out?"

The smile on Yue Zhengling's face gradually widened, and malice began to spread.

"Yes, the Wallachia Nights of the Millennium were confirmed to have been eradicated in Japan." As someone dedicated to eliminating the Dead Apostles, Barthemello Loreleia remembered this major event very clearly.

"The third question is, Violet Eltram Atlas didn't participate in any of the annihilation efforts against the Night of Wallachia, right?"

Le Zhengling's smile widened again, and her long hair moved without wind.

Arthur glanced at the scene, bearing the immense pressure as he moved forward step by step, determined to reach Yue Zhengling before she was further affected by the alien god.

"No, as far as we know, the one who was awarded the certificate of the next Dean, Shion Eltram Atlas, has never left the Atlas Institute."

"Hahaha, it's connected, it's connected! So I wasn't wrong! This world has become such a masterpiece, all because of her~~" Yue Zhengling clapped for some reason.

"What does this mean? What do you know?!" Basemelo Loreleia looked at the crazed Yue Zhengling with annoyance, her impression of him worsening even further.

Le Zhengling ignored her and went to the window, reaching out to grab some sand.

“You never expected that if Violet Eltram Atlas had participated in the first campaign against the Night of Wallachia, she would have been bitten and turned into a Dead Apostle. If she had become a Dead Apostle, this apocalypse wouldn’t have happened, right?”

He suddenly revealed this shocking truth, and everyone's eyes widened.

"This...this is impossible! How could it be? Why would it cause the apocalypse instead of turning into a Dead Apostle?" Barthemello Loreleia stood there, stunned in disbelief.

Le Zhengling looked at Basemero as if he were an idiot, "So you Clock Towers are all useless? Have you even forgotten the purpose of Atlas's existence?"

"Of course I know! Those alchemists were trying to avoid the end of the world! But what does her becoming a vampire have to do with the end of the world?!" Barthezmero was furious at Yue Zhengling's expression.

"Well, now that we've come this far, should I tell you the rest?" Yue Zhengling licked his lips, his malicious smile seemingly already gone. Then he looked at Arthur.

"Well, there's still some time. I'll let you die knowing exactly what happened later."

Le Zhengling continued, "The true form of the Wallachia Night is the ancestor of the Aster family, Tsbia Eltnam Oberon. As an alchemist, he foresaw the end of the world. In order to avoid that fate, he made a pact with the Black Princess of the Dead Apostles, transforming himself into the Wallachia Night in an attempt to challenge the Sixth Law."

"Afterwards, if Shion were to fight against this ancestor in order to eliminate him, she would become a Dead Apostle. Then, after the Japanese annihilation of Wallachia Night, she would dedicate her life to finding a way to turn the Dead Apostles back into humans."

“And if not,” Yue Zhengling paused deliberately, creating a certain atmosphere.

Everyone glared at him, thoroughly annoyed.

"If not, she would have discovered the end of the world, just like her ancestors. After being destroyed in the Wallachia Night, she inherited this position and became the Bird of the Underworld, the Sands of Osiris. Using the Philosopher's Stone, which transforms life, she sealed the entire world to avoid the calculated final outcome."

Chapter 125 Higher-Dimensional Thinking Methods

"Could those sands be?!" Weber was speechless with shock.

Le Zhengling rubbed the sand in his hands with a half-smile. "That's right, this is the greatest masterpiece of alchemy—the Philosopher's Stone, well, although it's degraded."

When the truth was revealed, everyone felt a chill run down their spines. Arthur, who was struggling to walk this way, looked at the yellow sand blowing against his face and sighed softly.

He hadn't guessed the truth before, but when he heard about the "world preservation mechanism" from Yue Zhengling and remembered that the destroyed mechanical structures would turn into sand and that they would often appear out of nowhere, he made the connection.

“They’re insane! They’re all insane! Atlas has gone mad! How could they do this!” Barthemello Loreleia lost all composure and screamed hysterically when the cruel truth was revealed.

"Crazy? No, this is normal operation." Yue Zhengling scattered the sand in her hand and looked at everyone.

"The ending of your world line will ultimately be destruction; the only difference is which ending you enter."

Orange frowned, puzzled.

"Lingjun, you just mentioned this issue, but what do you mean by that?"

Le Zhengling yawned, suddenly looking like he was sleep-deprived. "It's very simple. In your world line, there is both the Holy Grail War and the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, so the Great Source Depletion and the Wandering Star Vanguard should also exist."

"Listen, you know about the Star Trek Vanguard?!" Arthur, who was on his way, chimed in. That name was one of his greatest enemies.

"Of course, I have a friend named Fudo Yusei, and I also know a group of international friends called the Star Eleven Yusei Master."

After casually dismissing Arthur, Yue Zhengling said to Aozaki Touko, "The reason I discovered that you are not the Aozaki Touko I know is because my original timeline had twenty-seven ancestors, but not Fuyuki City."

When Yue Zhengling learned that she had been reincarnated into the Type-Moon world, she checked a map of Japan in the library and found that Fuyuki City did not exist, so the Holy Grail War could not have happened.

Waver inheriting the title of El-Melloi II and Gray appearing with the Holy Lance are both scenarios that only occur in timelines where the Holy Grail War took place.

It was because he discovered this that he realized Aozaki Touko had lied to him. As for why she knew him and why she had memories of other worlds, those were not questions he wanted to ponder.

Nobody likes to be deceived, especially someone like him.

"The Holy Grail War and the Twenty-Seven Ancestors cannot coexist. If they both exist, there is only one possibility: this parallel world is destined to be abandoned. Gaia and Araya deliberately put the most dangerous things together, probably to see what would happen."

At this moment, Yue Zhengling recalled the scene that everyone saw when Aozaki Touko touched him and was taken to the universe. The thing that held the Earth in its palm as a model was the Sands of Osiris, and there was something on the miniature of the moon. Even more terrifying was the tear-like star (Tear of the Universe) rushing towards them from the universe.

It was only after seeing this image that he was certain who had turned the planet into this state.

"It's better that your world was preserved by the Sands of Osiris than that it was burned to death by human reason, isn't it? At least the concept of humanity has been preserved, instead of being immediately replaced by a new species."

"What kind of good is this!" If she could, Barthele Loreleia wanted to punch Le Zhengling through the screen; she couldn't stand his indifferent attitude.

"Isn't it good? Compared to having our civilization destroyed by the Star Trek Vanguard, then being preyed upon by the Star Trek and having everything harvested, or having our civilization stagnate due to the depletion of the Great Source, and finally having to fight to the last bit of life left behind only a spark that may never awaken again, isn't it good that it has been preserved [completely]?"

Le Zhengling's thoughts gradually moved towards a higher dimension—or rather, gradually awakened.

"On the Steel Land, only one pure human remains. The planet is shattered. To avoid this fate, the world can only use an infinite number of parallel worlds to deduce the possibility of survival. Unfortunately, your experimental worldline has been ruined as a result."

"Everything I just said was true. Of all the endings I know, this one may not be the most perfect, but everything it leaves behind is the best. Not to mention, perhaps one day in the future, the concept of 'humanity' will reappear as a 'race' in a new world that has escaped all endings."

"Just as there isn't only one human civilization on Earth, there have been civilizations in Earth's history that were more advanced than humanity is now. Now that humanity has become what it is, the world is also striving to nurture the next civilization. It may take a long time, but it will appear one day."

"When the Sands of Osiris feel safe, they might liberate all of humanity, and then humanity will have a chance to become the dominant species on this planet again."

“But that’s no longer the world we know.” Weber closed his eyes wearily.

“Yes, and by then, you might not even exist anymore.” Le Zhengling closed his eyes, his tone becoming increasingly slow.

"I cannot agree with this!" Barthemello Loreleia looked around at everything. "Why must the world become like this? Why can the Sands of Osiris represent the will of all mankind!"

“It’s too insignificant. All you care about is that you no longer exist in that world, right?” Yue Zhengling’s voice was much softer, as if she was about to fall asleep, but she still responded to Barthezmello’s words.

"I'd rather fight to the death than be preserved in that way!" Looking at the sandstorm outside, Barthezmero had the illusion of being surrounded by many people, those creatures that had turned into yellow sand, all silently watching her, hoping that she would become one of them.

"Ha, do you think you're like those brainless American movies, digging your own grave and dragging the whole world down with you? Then, as you said, who gave you the right?"

Le Zhengling closed his eyes and smiled, “A wrong question will inevitably have a wrong answer, so your answer is not worth mentioning. Most people in the world do not want to die. If we cannot treat everything equally, then let everything remain equally.”

"Because the people who made all this possible are doing it 'for your own good,' don't you think, Arthur?"

Outside the door stood a travel-worn knight, his expression unusually solemn, his lips tightly pressed together as he stepped into the room.

Finally, he stopped beside Grey, glanced at the scythe in her hand, and seemed about to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

He was facing Yue Zhengling, the holy sword in his hand emitting a faint glow. Looking at this glow, Arthur's expression became even more solemn.

"Oh my, oh my, your holy sword seems to be completely unleashed." Yue Zhengling spoke in a completely relaxed voice, but still did not open his eyes.

“Yes, you can be completely free now.” Arthur took a deep breath and slowly raised his sword.

Everyone was puzzled. At this moment, Yad suddenly spoke up, "The conditions for the release of this holy sword should be the same as mine, both based on the thirteen constraints set by the Round Table. If it is a complete release, the conditions should be very harsh. King of another world, please allow me to raise my question."

"Please speak, Lord Kai." Arthur's feelings were actually quite complicated. From Yue Zhengling's previous revelation, he already knew that this scythe was the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, and that it had been sealed away as a Mystic Code. The personality he was talking to was also another Arthur's sworn brother from this world.

"Based on my intuition, the other party should not have fully applied the Thirteen Bindings. At least Lord Bedivere's can only be used when fighting against someone stronger than himself, and he probably doesn't use it against my Fight for Survival."

Hearing Ad's question, Arthur's face turned bitter. "I don't know what Excalibur is like over there, but I—"

“I know,” Yue Zhengling suddenly said. “Although the Holy Sword that Artoria possesses also has restrictions, it is not a seal that is confirmed every time it is used, like yours. Instead, it is a seal that can be kept constant once it is released.”

Unexpectedly, Arthur crouched down again, making a gesture as if he was about to swing his sword upwards, causing Aozaki Touko and Gray's expressions to change drastically.

They had just witnessed King Arthur unleashing his holy sword, and this action was exactly the same as before.

As if unaware of Arthur's actions, Yue Zhengling slowly began to speak.

"Artoria's holy sword and the holy sword in Arthur's hand are different. Although both are Excalibur, the one in Artoria's hand is a divine weapon forged by fairies in the inner sea of ​​the planet, and its level is only A++."

"But the one in front of you is a completely star-made weapon, which can be said to be the pinnacle of the concept of a sword, an EX-level existence."

"What's the difference between these two?" Waver, who had seen both holy swords before, couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Different? Perhaps it's because they're facing different enemies? Artoria's side is only facing enemies on this planet, but Arthur's weapon—"

"A golden blade created to defeat enemies who sought to destroy the planet, a weapon that repels all evil. A radiant holy sword that saved the planet."

"Then why were these thirteen constraints lifted?" Yad's voice became serious, and the others, as if they had also noticed something, looked at Yue Zhengling nervously.

"It hasn't been lifted, right, Arthur?" Yue Zhengling had already put away her smile and asked in a very calm tone.

"Yes... there are two scenarios in which my holy sword is fully unleashed. One is when facing an opponent who can free me from the thirteen constraints. And the other scenario—"

Arthur looked at Le Zhengling with a sorrowful gaze, "Another possibility is that we are facing an extraterrestrial enemy, an alien entity that poses a great threat to this planet."

Some people looked puzzled, but the clever ones seemed to suddenly realize something, and then became terrified.

"King Arthur, you're saying Lingjun is an alien?!" Orange stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"No, of course he wasn't the original one, but something happened here before. An alien god descended and, although he was eventually defeated, a part of him invaded Ling's body."

After explaining, Arthur stared intently at Yue Zhengling, while Grey and Orange realized the seriousness of the situation, and everyone quickly surrounded him.

"I'm asking you, are you still Ling now?" Arthur didn't want to admit it, but the Holy Sword had been fully unleashed, so the answer was self-evident.

"Well, that depends on how you view the existence of [Listening]." Le Zhengling went through anger, sadness, madness, joy, and finally tranquility.

He slowly opened his eyes. His pupils did not turn back to red, but they were not the kind of black that would drive anyone crazy.

Those were eyes that seemed to reflect the universe, with starlight constantly shifting within them.

"Who are you? Where is Lingjun?" Orange knew at a glance that the person in front of her was not the Yue Zhengling she knew. She had not intended to deceive him before, and she genuinely cared about Yue Zhengling, which is why Aozaki Orange asked the first question.

"Sister Orange, I am Ling." This somewhat strange Yue Zhengling seemed completely oblivious to the three people's wariness of him, and spread his arms and spun around a few times.

"Look, everything about her—appearance, inner self, memories, and emotions—is exactly as she truly is!"

As he spun around, his silky long hair shone like a galaxy, spreading throughout the room, with one strand swirling around him.

The others who weren't there didn't know what had happened, but Arthur, Grey, and Orange all felt an inexplicable pressure.

Arthur's expression changed drastically. This aura was the same as the aura of the alien god he had encountered with Yue Zhengling before, and now this aura was several times stronger.

Without time to hesitate, Arthur charged forward, ready to subdue Yue Zhengling.

"Seriously, you want to keep playing hide-and-seek? Fine, if you catch me this time, I'll let you laugh out loud."

Yue Zhengling stopped spinning and stood still, waiting for Arthur to approach.

Arthur, who was about to run up to Yue Zhengling, took a step and slid from the front to Yue Zhengling's side, reaching out to chop at his neck before Yue Zhengling could react.

However, the expected scene did not occur; Arthur's hand suddenly passed through Yue Zhengling's neck.

Then he saw Yue Zhengling turn his head and look at him with a smile.

"Fake?" Gray stared at the scene in disbelief. The feeling she got from the other person was definitely right; it was there.

"A phantom?" Orange had seen many imaginary number magicians, so this situation wasn't inexplicable.

“No, Ling has already escaped.” Arthur withdrew his hand and stood beside Yue Zhengling.

"How is that possible? When?!" Although he wasn't there, Weber, with his discerning eye, still had a lot to say.

"It was probably from the moment I stepped into this room," Arthur said, his expression somewhat dazed, as if he were recalling something.

"That's right, I haven't been here for a long time. The one you're talking to now is just a projection." Le Zhengling's illusory figure remained here without any fear. His mission was not yet complete, and there were still some things he needed to figure out.

Chapter 126 I was fooled~

“Yard, is he really gone?” Grey asked, looking at the scythe in her hand.

“Uncertain. This room is too noisy now.” Yad sensed it and found the atmosphere to be extremely chaotic. It could sense Yue Zhengling’s presence before, but now it could not be sure.