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"Miss Joel, won't you forgive me?"
Upon hearing Zhongli's words, Joel quickly shook his head.
"No, no, no, I just feel that we were in the wrong first, there's no need to..."
"Since you don't have it, just accept it."
As he spoke, Zhongli stuffed the general-level defensive magic artifact into the snow-white ravine of Yorxue.
Joel was so embarrassed that he took several steps back, clutching his chest, his face slightly flushed as he glared at Zhongli.
"How...how could this be...?"
Zhongli smiled and waved his hand in response.
"Alright, Miss Joel, please forgive me now that you've put away the magic artifact."
"Now, we should continue to watch over those destined for heaven."
Without giving Joel a chance to speak, he rode the demon coffin away with Mash.
Chapter 140: The Supernatural Riot Ends, Mash Meets the Creator for the First Time.
6:00 AM Sunday.
The turbulent spiritual energy gradually calmed down and returned to its normal state.
Just then, a message came through the company system on my phone.
This indicates that the phase of spiritual energy recovery has passed, and the mission can be stopped.
Upon seeing the message, Zhong Li put his phone away.
The gaze was less directed towards the city below, which seemed somewhat dilapidated compared to before, and a soft murmur lingered.
"The damage rate in the city should be around three percent."
Add to that the towering inferno in Saitama Prefecture.
I wonder how they'll fabricate a story to cover up the impact.
Still can't keep up the story, so are they admitting to a spiritual revival?
With these suspicions in mind, Zhongli rode the demonic coffin back.
Perhaps it was because it was morning and the morning light was appearing.
Mashu, lying behind the coffin, twitched her eyelids and slowly opened them.
Before my eyes came the morning sky and the cool breeze blowing past my ears.
A gust of wind reminded Mashu of the crisis from the previous night, and she immediately sat up, fully awake.
He hurriedly touched his body to make sure he was still alive.
Mashu breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that everything was alright.
"Thank goodness, I didn't die."
“If I hadn’t saved you, you rotten eggplant, you would have burned to ashes last night.”
Zhongli's teasing voice rang out from behind.
Hearing the sound, Mashu quickly turned around and saw Zhongli sitting cross-legged, looking at her with a mocking expression.
Mashu, without first understanding the current situation, seriously refuted this.
“Unknown sir, I need to refute your statement.”
First of all, I'm not a pervert; I have a name, Mash Kyrielight.
You can call me Mashu, but you can't call me Eggplant.
Because I'm not colorful at all, and I don't look like an eggplant.
For some reason, Mashu felt a great deal of malice towards the nickname "Eggplant."
She makes it sound like she's a pervert.
She's never even had a boyfriend, and she doesn't even know some basic common sense.
"Okay, okay, you're not a pervert."
You just look like a horny eggplant, hahaha.
Seeing Mashu's earnest explanation to him.
Zhongli found it very funny and couldn't help but tease him again.
"Ok!"
Zhongli still called her "colorful eggplant".
Mashu glared at him resentfully, her fair face puffing up like a bun, looking very angry.
If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of her was her savior, she wouldn't have been able to save her life.
Mashu was bound to have a word with Zhongli; she was no pervert.
Moreover, her figure and attire are all in the style of heroic spirits.
How can you use eggplant as a metaphor?
What a wicked savior.
Zhongli was almost charmed by Mashu's pitiful appearance.
He finally understood why Lancelot was so obsessed with his daughter, Matthew.
This daughter is truly adorable.
"Alright, alright, I won't call you perverted eggplant anymore."
I'll call you Mashu, okay?
Seeing that Zhongli had finally changed his tune, Mashu put away her aggrieved expression and nodded seriously.
Then he bowed and thanked Zhongli.
"Thank you so much, sir. Without your help, I might have really died."
So thank you very much.
May I ask your name, sir?
Zhongli nodded and accepted Mashu's gratitude.
After all, he did save Mashu, so it's only right that he accepts our gratitude.
"Zhongli, that's my name."
You can just call me Zhongli.
Upon hearing this, Mashu once again expressed her sincere gratitude to Zhongli.
"Mr. Zhongli, thank you so much for saving me last night."
Please let me know if you need anything.
Zhongli touched his chin tentatively.
"Is it okay to give any order?"
For example, what about sese?
Upon hearing this, the wary Mash immediately crossed her hands.
"Lust is forbidden, Mr. Zhongli, please do not think about lust."
Zhongli felt a great sense of regret, and his expression was full of disappointment.
"She has such a lewd figure, but I can't have any sex with her. What a waste."
"Yes, Mr. Zhongli, please give me your instructions carefully."
Don't keep thinking about random things.
Mashu was quite exasperated by Zhongli's constant teasing.
All I can say is that she genuinely wants to repay the kindness.
Seeing this, Zhongli stopped teasing Mashu, but didn't say he needed any help either.
Instead, he asked questions about Mash herself.
"Mashu, what are your plans for the future?"
How do you live in this world?
What will you do if you have a supernatural identity that is hostile to humans?
Last night's experience should have clearly shown you that humans and the supernatural are irreconcilable enemies.
Zhongli suddenly asked her a question.
Mashu was speechless for a moment.
She hadn't figured out what to do in this world, how to live.
After all, she grew up in Chaldea, the institution that provides human rights protection.
They had never been exposed to the modern world.
Even if one has visited singularities, those were ancient worlds, and they were plagued by frequent disasters.
There's no way to refer to it at all.
Moreover, when it comes to the identity of the supernatural.
Mashu thought back to last night, when she was inexplicably surrounded and attacked by powerful people filled with murderous intent.
This made her realize that the supernatural is not welcome in this world.
If encountered by a powerful human, they will be attacked and punished.
Only Mr. Zhongli in front of her did not show any hostility towards her.
After thinking for a long time, Mashu couldn't come up with any plans for the future, so she could only shake her head.
"I don't know, I guess I'll end up homeless."
As for my supernatural identity, I'll keep a low profile.
Upon hearing that Mashu was going to wander, Zhongli could not allow it and immediately extended an invitation.
"Since you have nowhere to go and don't know what to do, why don't you come to my house?"
I'll arrange it for you.
As for your supernatural identity, don't worry, I've got your back, no one dares to touch you.
Mashu shook her head again at this.
"Never mind, Mr. Zhongli, I won't trouble you."
Besides, I have another goal to achieve.
I need to find the artist who drew FGO, the Martial God.
I need to ask Master Wushen to tell me.
Everyone in Chaldea, Ritsuka-senpai, and everyone who has appeared and adventured with us, has meaning.
So I won't trouble Mr. Zhongli any further.
As Mashu said this, her eyes were full of determination.
Upon arriving in this world, they learned through comics in a bookstore that their original world was entirely fabricated.
Mashu then decided to find the Martial God Teacher who created the FGO manga.
Make him admit it himself that everyone in FGO has a purpose.
It is not a comic book, nor is it a mere illusion existing on a piece of paper.
As for changing the ending of the comic book story, or the sad part?