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

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"Modern humans are no longer the same people who built the Tower of Babel in an attempt to rival the gods. Because they cannot climb to the top, they hate and envy even those who can pluck stars from the sky. They are only satisfied when they have to press them into the mud until they are as dim and lifeless as the gods."

"God died at the hands of mankind, the age of gods has come to an end, and next, the last saint will also leave the stage! Mortals today could never accept a savior! He is an anomaly, just like us Dead Apostles! Or rather, someone even more feared and hated by mortals, someone who can only exist as a concept without substance!"

"The mortals who rule this world no longer accept those who transcend! They have no need for a savior! So your ideals, desires, and everything else are rejected by the Alaya consciousness! How could you possibly succeed? What makes you think you can succeed?!"

"Your end will only be as unwanted dregs, dying in some forgotten corner! Because I've seen too many people like that!"

Upon hearing these words, a sense of fear began to spread through Araya Sōren's heart.

"Judging from your expression, you actually know what the outcome would be if you chose that path. Unfortunately, you no longer even have the right to walk that path. Because you robbed a child of their peaceful life, now you must pay the price!"

Hearing this, Araya Sōren was already somewhat mentally unstable. He was afraid that he would really face the meaningless ending that Yue Zhengling and Fu Aburo had said, so he couldn't die here and waste time. As long as he could get those manuscripts, his ending would be rewritten, so he had to stall for time to survive!

"Ordinary happiness comes easily, but an ordinary person can be swallowed up by the giant waves of life at any time. Blame it on him being too special..."

Before Araya Sōren could finish speaking, Fuaburo crushed his throat, as he was too angry to listen any longer.

"That child said you're a puppeteer, very difficult to kill. But let me tell you!"

With a ferocious expression, Fuabro Loween swore an oath to Araya Sōren, who was not quite dead yet. The determination he made under the influence of his overwhelming rage crashed against Araya Sōren's heart like a raging tsunami.

He knew that his future life would be a life-or-death struggle with this high-ranking assassin.

"No matter ten times! A hundred times! A thousand times! I will fight with all my might until you are completely wiped out from this world! Now—hand over your head!"

As he was speaking, Fuaburo Lowen was about to twist off Araya Sōren's head to offer as a sacrifice to Rakujō Rin when, at that very moment, three whooshing sounds came from behind him, followed by three sharp blades piercing through his kidneys, lungs, and shoulders.

He was quite familiar with this thing; it was the black key used by the Holy Church, a symbolic tool for the agents.

"A proxy?" Fuabro Loween looked at the black keys piercing through his body without the slightest panic, because these three things were slowly being "spit out," and these things couldn't possibly cause any real harm to his body.

Originally, if he were still Nero Chaos, even if his main consciousness didn't detect the attack, his other consciousnesses would definitely have been able to detect it and block it.

However, he has now suppressed his other consciousnesses. Although he has regained his human emotions and rationality, this may create unnecessary weaknesses when facing enemies.

The attacker neither answered nor revealed his form, but the surrounding wild beasts all turned to face the same direction, clearly indicating that he had been discovered.

"Agent, I don't have time for you right now! If you dare to get in my way, then be prepared to be killed!"

With that, ignoring the absent proxy, Fuabro Loween grabbed Araya Sōren's head with his right hand, about to twist it off.

But the other party interfered with him again, but this time it wasn't because the other party launched an attack, but simply because the other party spoke, and the voice forced him to stop.

“Nero Chaos, the tenth seat of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles, please put down the person in your hand.”

Both Fuabro Loween and Araya Sōren turned their heads towards the direction of the voice at the same time.

A man who looked to be only twenty years old stepped forward. He was dressed in black robes, with three black keys between his fingers, and he showed no fear in the face of the numerous magical beasts.

His steps and breathing were perfectly coordinated. Fuabro Loween could tell at a glance that this person was a master of physical combat, but not to the point of threatening him.

"Was that you speaking just now? Unknown Agent," Fuabro Lowein asked.

“Yes, but I’m just a trainee agent.” After answering, the man looked at the other two with a strange gaze. He had actually been watching them for a long time and had heard their conversation. It was their voices that made him waver, which is why he was discovered.

The three looked at each other, and finally Fuabro Lowe spoke up, "What an amazing coincidence that I saw two humans with voices exactly like mine that very night."

"I agree." The young priest nodded in agreement.

"Agent, state your name!"

"Acting Trainee - Kirei Kotomine." The priest announced his name and assumed a fighting stance.

"Very well, since you want to stop me, then—bring me your head!" Fuaburo shouted, and all the monsters attacked Kirei Kotomine.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: About the World

In the center of a vast, spherical room, bathed in the colors of the night sky, floats a wooden chair.

It was a chair with an extremely strong presence, so strong that you felt that if you sat on it casually, you would probably be instantly overwhelmed by its presence.

However, the empty chair soon found its owner.

An elderly man, exuding an aura of solemnity far surpassing that of the chair, appeared in the room and sat down on it, ignoring its extreme presence, causing the chair back to make a loud noise.

The person in the chair, in this pitch-black space where countless starlight drifts by, peers through the starlight at what is happening in various parallel worlds.

He sat in this imposing chair, his sharp and wise eyes observing the world.

"Hmm... Is this world not working either?"

"This axis is wrong too..."

"Has this polarized light also been completely extinguished?"

"Oh, this cut is quite good. Oh no, it's terrible. The giant spider is about to awaken, and it will take another hundred years to deal with it."

After taking another look at some of the special worlds, the old man sighed wearily.

"As expected, no matter how things develop, it won't be a good ending for the association, but I don't have enough reason to interfere."

"Hmm, is there really no other way?"

Just as he was pondering the existence of various worlds, the old telephone on the small round table beside him rang.

"Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring!"

The old man's eyes narrowed. If the phone rang without warning, it meant one thing—

The old man picked up the phone, and a man's voice came through.

"The last person of my lineage in this world has also died."

"Really? This time it's your world, but this one has lived for quite a long time." The book floating in front of me was flipping rapidly, finally stopping on a particular page.

"I heard that the child called you for help," the man on the other end of the phone said with great interest.

"Yes, she encountered absolute future vision, learned of her impending death, and the absolute future vision also told her how to escape death, but I didn't go to save her." The old man leaned back in his chair, his gaze unfocused as he watched the rapidly moving starlight.

"Oh dear, what a heartless person. Didn't Master Lezheng tell you to take care of his granddaughter?"

"Heh, he needs my help with his granddaughters in every timeline. It doesn't matter if one or two die, as long as the last bloodline isn't completely wiped out in all worlds." The old man chuckled, his voice laced with mockery. "Besides, you certainly haven't calculated what that girl needs to survive, have you?"

"Oh dear, did that child ask you for that thing?" The person on the other end of the phone was surprised.

“Yes, she asked me for [that thing].” As he said this, the old man took a glass ball out of his pocket. The completely transparent glass ball looked ordinary.

He held the glass ball to his left eye and looked at the starlight through it.

"No matter how many times I see it, it's always so beautiful..." the old man exclaimed involuntarily.

The person on the other end of the phone didn't speak, because he didn't know what to say. "That thing" was completely useless to him, and he also knew why the old man wouldn't hand "that thing" over to the last bloodline of this world.

They don't care about the life or death of a single life, or even if humanity were to be wiped out. They don't even care about the life or death of a single parallel world.

What they need to care about is the survival of most of the world; they pursue miracles and possibilities, and avoid ultimate destruction.

"Then I'll trouble you with the aftermath. She once said that there were some things to give to Aozaki..." The old man paused, seemingly unable to recall.

Although to Yue Zhengling, the call was two days ago, to the old man it was a very, very long time ago.

The old man had far too many things to deal with, so the life or death of Le Zhengling was a trivial matter in comparison.

"Aozaki Aoko, right? How did you get involved with the Fifth Mage again?" The voice on the other end of the phone chimed in. After all, based on his extremely precise calculations, the chances of Yue Zhengling meeting Aozaki Aoko were much higher than meeting Aozaki Touko, and they were also close in age.

“Oh, right, Aozaki Aoko. She has something to give to Aozaki Aoko. Please inform the people in the Clock Tower Forensic Department to go there. She said it's in an envelope. Take the people there to look for it.” The old man put away the glass ball and said calmly, “Also, she said she wants to be buried next to her grandfather. You can handle that.”

"Oh dear, this is really difficult..." The man on the other end of the phone seemed to hear some troublesome request and made a sound of headache.

"Alright, now that you know, then stop bothering me. Calling me must be expensive for you too." The old man smiled, looking somewhat gloating.

"It's expensive, but I've taken on a big project these past few days, so the income is still quite good." The man chuckled, seemingly recalling something pleasant.

"Hmm?" The old man then flipped open the book in front of him and glanced at it. "Oh, I see. The Animusfia family ordered those things from you."

“Yes, the construction of the observatory is about to begin, but not so much will happen here. After all, Rafe Lenore Floros in this world will commit suicide, and the Heroic Spirit Summoning Platform for this world has not yet appeared.” The man said in a very relaxed tone.

"Sometimes, I really worry about the 'me' in other worlds. The mad ones, the ones who keep challenging the Sixth Law, the ones who have become Tartars, and the ones who haven't lost their minds and are still working hard for the world."

"Heh heh heh, as if you weren't part of the Wallachia Nights," the old man said with a wicked grin, exposing his lie.

"No, no, no, of course not. I'm not just a fantasy that only lasts one night. I live happily every day."

"Are you happy? Well, never mind, if that's what you think, then so be it. Alright, go clean up the mess. I'll take a look here too, though I won't..." The old man turned the pages of the book, looking at the developments inside, but soon, he suddenly stood up.

"Quick! Go to the spot where the child died and see what happened! And it's completely out of control!"

"What's going on?!" The person on the other end also panicked.

“I don’t know either! Your future is now completely cut off from mine! If you don’t want your current world to be predetermined, you’d better act quickly!” The old man touched the blank space on the page and said in an extremely serious tone.

"I'm coming right away, don't hang up!" The man on the other end knew there was no time to lose and immediately set off.

Chapter Forty: Tsbia Eltnam Oberon

Kirei Kotomine's appearance did not have much of an impact, and Souren Araya ultimately died at the hands of Fuablow Lowein.

Just as Fuaburo was about to kill Kirei Kotomine, Kirei's father, Rissatsu Kotomine, arrived in time and rescued his seriously injured son.

Looking at the severed head in his hand, Fuabro did not pursue it. He had already achieved his goal and there was no need to invite trouble. After all, the old priest was not simple, and it would take some effort to kill him. Most importantly, he was worried about the situation with Le Zhengling.

The familiar that remained by Yue Zhengling's side had stopped responding, and no one knew what had happened.

With that thought in mind, Fuaburo Lowen grabbed Araya Sōren's head and rushed back.

However, when he returned there, he saw someone who should never have been there, and Yue Zhengling, who was half-floating in the air, unaware of what had happened.

He was a slender man with short, blond hair. He had his eyes closed and was dressed in a formal suit and cloak like those worn by European nobles in the Middle Ages. Combined with his demeanor and handsome face, he looked like a young nobleman.

"What have you done! Night in Wallachia!" Seeing the blond man who shouldn't be there at all, Fuabro Lowein punched him.

"Wait! Nero Chaos, this has nothing to do with me!" The blond man had already anticipated this person's arrival, because when he saw the five panda kings guarding Yue Zhengling's corpse, he knew that this person must be nearby.

The characteristics of the land of creation are too obvious.

"The anomaly had already occurred by the time I arrived; it has nothing to do with me," the blond man explained, nimbly dodging all of Fuabro Loween's attacks. "Besides, didn't you see there was something wrong with what was on him?! Stop!"

Upon hearing this, Fuabro Loween, who had been in a state of rage, stopped and looked back at the thing floating in front of Yue Zhengling's chest. Finally, he stopped.

"Warazia Night! What's going on! And why are you here!" The "person" in front of him clearly knew what had happened, so Fuaburo quickly asked him.

The man known as the Night of Wallachia opened his eyes and looked at Fuabro before him. "So that's how it is. You're not Nero Chaos now, but Fuabro Loven. That's wonderful."

“Answer my question! Night of Valazia.” Fuabro was not surprised at all that the other party could see through his current situation. After all, before becoming a Dead Apostle, the other party was the former, former, former head of the Atlas Institute, one of the three major organizations of the Mage's Association, the Institute of Accumulation and Calculation, the embodiment of calculation, Tsbia Eltenam Oberon!

The blond, squinty-eyed man before him was, like himself, one of the twenty-seven Dead Apostles, ranking thirteenth, and known as the Nightmare Magician.

He was once the head of the prestigious Atlas family, one of the three major departments of the Mage's Association.

Alchemists belonging to the Atlas Institute possess specialized techniques that utilize the human body as a computational device, such as thought segmentation and high-speed thought.

Their view on the body is also unique: they believe that the brain controls the body, but rather that the body exists so that the brain can function better.

If a monster only possesses simple computational abilities, there is no need for it to be an alchemist; it can simply become a technician. To them, the so-called human body is a "trinity of body, spirit, and soul, an individual excelling in calculation, practice, and growth."

The so-called segmented thinking refers to the fact that Atlas's excellent alchemists could freely process their thoughts in parallel and perform calculations in an instant.

They were given the name Atlasia, but for some reason they left the Magic Association, which led to the decline of the Eltnam family, which disappeared in Transylvania five hundred years ago.

He was an exceptionally skilled Atlas alchemist, yet he went mad because he could not calculate a way to avert the extinction of humanity.

She then made a pact with Altrouge, the Black Princess, to become a Dead Apostle, and set her sights on pursuing the Sixth Law.

Because it was originally created in the Grand Duchy of Wallcia (now part of Romania), where the fear of the tyrant Dracula III was exploited by the people, a vampire was conjured in one night to slaughter the entire population of the city, it was given the nickname "Wallcia Night" by the church.

Normally, this blond, squinty-eyed person could not possibly appear in this state, but since he was able to regain his original will, Fuabro believed that this person had also encountered something special, but what about that "Tartari"?

Tatarli is the form in which the night of Valecia descends. In the pact between Tsbia and the Black Princess, he is the way that rumors spread throughout the world.

When a terrifying rumor of unknown origin appears in a town, the conditions for its arrival are met. The Valecian Night, floating in the atmosphere, gathers its initial power through the inner elements of the people in the fictional town, and finally manifests, collecting all the life in a town in one night.

When Fuablo asked him why, Tsbia Eltnam Oberon could only give a wry smile and said, "I was just asked to come here, and I only came a little before you. I have no idea what happened."

Actually, he was hiding some things, but there was no need to say them. "Also, please call me Tsbia. I don't really like the name Valecian Night. That cocoon was just something I left behind for testing purposes."

Upon hearing Tsbia's words, Fuabro Lloyd frowned deeply and looked in the direction of Le Zhengling.

Le Zhengling's body seemed to be pulled up slightly into the air, the necklace on his chest was emitting a golden light, and at the same time, the ring was spinning at high speed, and the primordial soil covering him was being drawn into it.

The five pandas that were supposed to be sent by Fuaburo to protect his body are gone; they must have been sucked into the body.

"What is that?" Fuaburo's gaze was drawn to Yue Zhengling's necklace. He asked Tsbia beside him, after all, as an alchemist, Tsbia's knowledge was definitely greater than his.

“I don’t know either, but I’m sure it’s not a good thing. Take a look.” Tsbia gestured for him to look around, where large swaths of plants around Yue Zhengling were withering and dying.