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

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With a swift stroke, the massive dog's head fell to the ground. Without pausing to admire his victory, he turned and cleaved the cheetah in two. Finally, he bent down and plunged his palm into the bison's throat from top to bottom.

It took less than three seconds to resolve the issue cleanly and efficiently.

Three circular patterns extended from beneath Araya Sōren's feet, covering an area of ​​only five meters. However, this area of ​​about fifteen square meters was the range of influence of his barrier. Within this range, Le Zhengling was pressed down on the bench and witnessed everything happening at the closest distance.

"The test is over, are you not coming out?" Seeing that the other beasts seemed to have received some signal and only surrounded them without making any further moves, Araya Sōren stood up straight and asked.

With his black overcoat billowing like a cloak, bathed in moonlight and surrounded by wild beasts, the man in the black overcoat slowly emerged.

"Who are you?" Araya Souren's voice became more serious.

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself before asking who someone is?"

Looking at Araya Sōren, who was remarkably similar to himself in terms of clothing, figure, and even voice, Nero Chaos couldn't help but feel a bit curious.

“Magician, Araya Souren,” Araya Souren replied.

Suddenly, the three-headed beast he had killed began to tremble and writhe, forming a large mass of liquid that wrapped around his right leg.

Despite being within the influence range of his barrier, the liquid was completely unaffected, unlike before. This unexpected attack threw Araya Sōren into a panic.

Mystery will yield to a higher mystery!

Realizing this, Araya Sōren wanted to escape immediately with Yū Jō-ryū, as he had already realized that he was no match for this man.

"Wang Xian!"

Araya Sōren uttered the short verse again, and a new Amagi-style script appeared beside him. Then, with a powerful lift and kick of his left foot, he kicked the strange object aside just as it was about to spread to his thigh.

"Heh~, magician? monk? But judging from when you first froze me, you should be called a barrier master." Nero Chaos had already seen through his opponent's true nature in just one probing exchange.

This is the difference between time and experience.

Chapter Thirty-Four: I am Fuabro Lowein

"Now that I've introduced myself, who are you, meddling in other people's business?" Araya Sōren tensed up, feeling as if he had almost died just a moment ago.

He now knows that he can no longer take Yue Zhengling away, because the moment he is distracted will be the moment of his death. It will take several years to be resurrected, and he may miss a lot of things by then.

“Do you think I’m meddling?” Nero Chaos glanced at Yue Zhengling on the bench before turning to Araya Zonglian. “That little guy is quite important to me.”

"So, he's your target too?" Araya Sōren took another step back. If that were really the case, he might have a chance to escape.

“Magician Araya Sōren, I’ll give you a chance. Leave him here immediately, and I won’t chase after him.” Nero Chaos took another step forward.

Araya Sōren weighed the options in his mind. He had already gained too much, and he didn't want to waste time dying here.

"Fine, I give up, but why should I believe you?" After weighing the options, he decided to run away. Although he couldn't take Yue Zhengling with him, he could go back to the restaurant and find the manuscripts again.

Thinking about this, Araya Sōren couldn't help but regret his previous arrogance. He thought that since he had already captured Yue Zhengling, there was no need to spend time looking for those manuscripts. But now he still had to go back.

"I grant your request in the name of Nero Chaos, the tenth seat of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles." Nero Chaos glanced at him indifferently, and the beasts around him gradually returned to his body.

Araya Sōren only realized who this "person" was at this moment. "So you are Nero Chaos, the Beast King's Nest."

The opponent is a very famous figure. Any magician who has undergone systematic training will know something about the Dead Apostles, and the Twenty-Seven Ancestors, who are at the pinnacle of the Dead Apostles, are something that must be paid attention to.

However, not all of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors have detailed information, but Nero Chaos is not among them. His information is very detailed, after all, he was born in the Wandering Sea, one of the three major organizations of the Mage's Association, and became a Dead Apostle as a magician.

Fortunately, for some reason, the other party wasn't as bloodthirsty as the records suggested, otherwise things definitely wouldn't have ended well today.

Now, apart from the pool of black liquid he kicked aside, all the other monsters have been retrieved by the other party, which shows great sincerity.

However, for safety's sake, Araya Sōren still used his most powerful means of self-preservation.

“Incomparable, Vajra, Serpent, Heaven-Dwelling, Top Sutra, King Manifestation,” This time, Huangye Zonglian unfolded the Six Paths Vajra Mantra Wheel to its maximum extent, and it was the first time that Yue Zhengling had ever seen this mantra wheel unfold.

Unlike the three mantra wheels that unfold in a plane in the anime, this six-path Vajra mantra wheel barrier unfolds in a spherical shape. The barrier, with a radius of three meters, slowly rotates around Araya Sōren, protecting him.

Then, while keeping his eyes fixed on Nero Chaos, Araya Sōren slowly retreated behind Yue Zhengling, glancing at him as he passed by.

Yue Zhengling looked at him, but neither of them spoke.

Araya Sōren continued to retreat, and Yue Zhengling was no longer within the range of the barrier's influence.

Seeing that Araya Sōren had really retreated, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Nero Chaos appeared, otherwise he didn't know what would have happened.

Nero Chaos, who was standing still, also relaxed his guard.

“Le Zhengling.” However, just as Araya Sōren reached the edge of the woods, he suddenly spoke.

Startled, Yue Zhengling turned to look at him, while Nero was already walking towards her.

“I don’t know why the Origin Awakening Technique caused a change in you. Your previous origin was clearly ‘relative,’ but after I used the Origin Awakening Technique on you, your origin didn’t awaken at all; instead, it became a different origin.”

Araya Sōren had already entered half of the forest. "But your origin is too terrifying now, and you yourself are a dangerous existence, so please die here."

"Shu!" Araya Sōren suddenly raised his right hand and shouted.

Then, Yue Zhengling felt a huge impact hit his chest, followed by the sound of glass shattering. A cloud of blood mist appeared behind him, and he was thrown into the air as if he had been hit by a truck.

"How dare you!" Nero Chaos roared, completely unprepared for this turn of events. He caught Yue Zhengling as he flew towards him, and after glancing down at him, he realized that the situation was extremely bad.

Le Zhengling's sternum was completely broken, his chest cavity was severely injured, and his heart had stopped beating. However, he did not faint, but kept vomiting blood.

Having landed a successful blow, Araya Sōren quickly fled into the bushes.

Only then did Nero Chaos realize that the item he had given to Yue Zhengling had been placed in his jacket pocket. When attacked, the bottle shattered and pierced his flesh, and the [Soil of Creation] entered his heart, temporarily saving Yue Zhengling's life.

But this is only temporary. He was given this thing before so that he could use it when he had heart problems, but now not only has his heart stopped beating, but all his internal organs are bleeding heavily. In this situation, he will die in less than three minutes.

“You’re going to die.” Nero Chaos uttered the familiar line, while simultaneously dispatching something to pursue Araya Sōren.

Le Zhengling, who was lying in his arms, raised her head, her eyes filled with the desire to survive.

The terror of life and death is ever-present, and Yue Zhengling experienced it again, this time with even greater clarity. He understood his current physical condition; even rushing to the hospital now would be useless. Not only now, but even his medical expertise from his previous life couldn't save him.

All his ribs were broken and pierced his lungs, which is why he kept coughing up blood.

"Ugh..." A mournful cry escaped from between his teeth. He couldn't remember how many times he had vomited blood today, but this time the blood was mixed with fragments of internal organs.

“Do you want to become a Dead Apostle?” Nero Chaos asked again, staring into his eyes.

Upon hearing his words, an unprecedented struggle appeared in Yue Zhengling's eyes, but this struggle quickly dissipated, and his gaze dimmed.

Nero Chaos, who had been watching him the whole time, already had an answer, and he didn't press the matter.

Perhaps it was the primordial soil that had entered his body that was exerting its final effect, for Le Zhengling spoke with trembling lips.

"I'm sorry... Uncle Nero..."

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize to me."

"I didn't expect... you're actually quite... humane... completely different from what I knew..."

"That's because I am now Fuabro Lowen, not Nero Chaos."

Chapter Thirty-Five: Last Words and Spoilers

"Is that so... Eating... the Soul-Suppressing Noodles... restored your... confused... consciousness." Yue Zhengling gave a painful laugh.

"Yes, and Nero Chaos is just a code name that the Church of Christ gave me without my permission, which I don't really like."

"Chaos refers to chaos. Nero comes from Nero Claudius, the tyrant of ancient Rome. Because some people in later generations associated Nero's name with the beast of 666 in the Bible, I, who possess the lair of the king of beasts with 666 beasts, was given the name Nero Chaos."

As Professor Faubro Lowen explained, he truly lived up to his professorial title.

"Ah...that's true...In my heart...the name Nero...should belong to...that crimson...Rose Emperor..."

Fuablow did not answer, because he believed that Le Zhengling was talking nonsense before his death.

"It's a bit cold..." Yue Zhengling muttered, as Fuabuluo separated a portion of the Creation Soil to wrap around him.

He could have been healed using the Soil of Creation, but Yue Zhengling was too badly injured. Given his condition, even if the Soil of Creation had healed him, a large part of his body would have been replaced by it, making him a member of the Nero Chaos entity.

Le Zhengling's lips had completely lost their color, but the flame of life in his eyes had not yet been extinguished.

"Uncle Fuabro...can I hear my last words?"

"can."

"First of all... let me say... I'm sorry again... I can't... make noodles... for you anymore..."

"It's a bit of a pity, but it's okay."

"The recipe for... Soul-Suppressing Noodles... which is recorded... in a box in the second drawer of my room... is for you..."

"..."

“Araya Sōren… must die, whether it’s because he… deceived you… or to help… avenge me, please… kill him, he knows… too much.”

“I promise you, he can’t escape now, a part of me is already fighting him.”

"Really... That's great... He's an Origin Awakener... and a High-Rank Puppeteer... He died once and was resurrected..." He struggled to clear his mind and uttered this information.

“No matter how many times I kill him, I will keep killing him,” Fuabro said in a calm but resolute tone.

Hearing these words, Yue Zhengling felt relieved.

"Don't listen to... Lord White Wing's words... go after the White Vampire Princess."

Perhaps because he was about to die, or perhaps because this person was the last person he would ever meet in his life, and because it concerned this uncle with whom he actually got along quite well, Yue Zhengling decided to spoil the plot without any reservations.

Fuabro stared in surprise at the mischievous smile on Le Zhengling's face.

"If...we go...we'll be...killed by the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception..." Yue Zhengling continued to spoil the plot, and at this point, he coughed violently, coughing up all the blood in his throat.

"If possible, don't come to Japan again. It's too dangerous here. In the future, two pairs of Mystic Eyes of Death Perception will be born in this country. Your friend, Roya, will also be reincarnated here and obtain Mystic Eyes of Death that specialize in life."

The final burst of energy had arrived, and even Yue Zhengling himself knew it clearly, which was why he spoke so fluently.

"Oh, and... villains usually die from talking too much. Uncle, if you're going to be a villain... then you absolutely mustn't waste your breath talking to people..." he said, panting heavily as he gave Fuabro his advice.

"I wanted to tell you more, but it seems like it's time. I'm really not happy... I finally came into this world, and now I'm going to die without accomplishing anything."

Le Zhengling's breathing gradually weakened. He raised his head, looked at the bright moon, and his voice gradually faded.

"I've only met Orange and Aoko; I haven't met any of the other important women."

"I promised Grandpa that I would live a good life and carry on the family line, but I broke my promise. I hope Grandpa won't blame me, after all, he kept so many things from me."

"I had made a promise with the fortune teller that if I survived four days, I would go and thank her, but I didn't even survive two..."

Tears welled in his eyes, and Yue Zhengling's heart was filled with reluctance. But life is not something you can hold onto just because you don't want to lose it. He wanted to live, but he didn't want to become someone else.

"I wonder... if reincarnation exists in this world?"

The clear tears at the corners of his eyes gradually turned red, and for the first time in thirteen years, that look of extreme resentment appeared on Yue Zhengling's dying face.

Death is terrifying, truly terrifying, extremely terrifying...

He was supposed to live in an ordinary but peaceful world, but he woke up one day to find himself a baby.

The grandfather and grandson depended on each other for survival. Just when they had finally gotten used to each other, the grandfather passed away first. As a result, they were caught up in an unpredictable and irresistible fate and met their death here.

Complaints about her grandfather, dissatisfaction with her guardian, helplessness towards herself, hatred for this unreasonable world, and finally, a touch of nostalgia for her past life.

Everything transformed into a single tear of blood, the same color as his eyes, which fell upon the primordial soil that enveloped him.

Then, Yue Zhengling slowly closed her eyes and stopped breathing.

As a vampire, he is exceptionally sensitive to life. At the moment his life ended, Fuabro Loween sensed it and gently laid Yue Zhengling flat on the ground.

"Wait here for me, I'm going to kill that magician now."

Seeing the bloody tear stains on Yue Zhengling's face, he felt an unprecedented anger, a feeling he hadn't experienced for centuries since becoming a Death Apostle.

Leaving several ferocious beasts to guard his body, the [person] named Fuaburo Loween chased after Araya Sōren in the direction he had fled.

Araya Sōren was trying his best to escape. He attacked Yue Zhengling at the last moment because he didn't want anyone else to know the information that only he knew.

Vampires, in particular, are undoubtedly the enemy of humanity. The relationship between vampires and ordinary people is only one of killing and being killed. As beings who have surpassed humanity, vampires also bear the responsibility of exterminating them.

At least that's what Araya Sōren thinks, and the Holy Church has taken on this responsibility very thoroughly, even if it means joining forces with the Mage's Association, which they despise.

If that vampire gets his hands on Yue Zhengling, it will be far too dangerous. Yue Zhengling knows too much, so he must die!

Even though he still holds many secrets, and even though we could use him to do more things, he must die for the sake of greater stability!

The sound of four hooves landing behind him grew closer, but Araya Sōren didn't look back. He only needed to run a little further to reach the Church's stronghold. Once there, he was confident he could escape Nero Chaos's familiar.

Because the pilgrim priest there was a Bajiquan master who could fight with dead disciples and had experienced countless life-and-death battles.

As long as we escape there, as long as we escape there—