Magician in Type-Moon

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The 301st time it was hit by a nuclear explosion.

He was struck by the holy sword for the fifty-fourth time.

He was struck by the First Dragon's breath for the thirty-seventh time.

For who knows how many times, I was hit by the rain of light formed by the Noble Phantasm.

Beelzebub was somewhat agitated; he had already destroyed countless consciousness recording spaces.

What I thought would be an easy problem has now become so complicated.

"What a cunning old fox..."

He cursed under his breath.

He only now realized why his collaborator had planted the "Imaginary Tree Seed" in Fuyuki and had proactively moved the plan forward by ten years.

For that "emperor," the best opportunity would have been ten years later.

So that's where He was waiting.

Beelzebub walked straight into the doorway that smelled of Matouchi Pond.

Without any mercy, he struck the figure that appeared in the space with a palm.

But it was blocked.

"You have broken the contract."

"not at all."

Beelzebub stared at the "emperor" before him and said:

"Even if we haven't formed a contract yet, you shouldn't be stopping me here, and you can't stop me anyway."

Faced with Beelzebub's words, which sounded like he was about to kill someone, the "Emperor" calmly replied:

"Of course I understand, so I just want to talk to you."

"There's nothing to talk about. You can leave aside the fact that you plotted against me. You should understand that we have the same enemy. Have you forgotten your original intentions?"

Beelzebub could no longer figure out what his former collaborator was thinking; no, he was too lazy to think about it now.

He sensed it, the presence of that thing!

"Of course I haven't forgotten, and I'm still working hard for it."

"Then you should hand over the seed of the Imaginary Tree to me."

Beelzebub grew increasingly agitated, and the magic swirling around him began to destroy other objects in the space.

The "Emperor's" voice responded calmly and deliberately:

"You've probably noticed it too, right? Even if it's ten years ahead of schedule, He can still interfere with the current situation. Right now, only He is making a move. If the other guys also force their way in, then it won't matter whether this world exists or not."

Upon hearing this, Beelzebub remained silent for several seconds before saying:

"you do not trust me?"

"No, it's just that your methods were too extreme. It's nice to want to eliminate all the anchors of the gods in one fell swoop, but that also means things are uncontrollable. Although they are enemies, you should know who the biggest enemy is."

The "Emperor" continued, his gaze fixed on the void, with utmost composure:

"You have been blinded by hatred."

Beelzebub suddenly laughed, and shook his head, saying:

"Then let me show you what it means to be blinded by hatred!"

next second.

Light!

An immense light collided with its counterpart, an empty shadow, and space gradually shattered.

The resulting reaction gradually spread to distant places.

Beelzebub stood there, staring at the still void, his face slightly distorted.

"Jehovah...is that so?"

He murmured softly, then waved his hand, and the entire scene was swept away by the tide, turning back into a blank space.

He stepped forward, and at the end of that blank space, another door seemed to quietly appear.

......

at the same time--

"What kind of relic do you want, Ike?"

Familiar words echoed in Matouchi's ears along with the chirping of insects.

Matouchi, however, simply watched the surging swarm of insects below in silence.

Beside him, the short old man, though his hairless bald head and limbs were aged and withered like a mummy, had eyes that gleamed with a sharp light hidden deep in their sunken sockets.

"The artifacts you have at home are fine."

Matou Ike said calmly.

"Is that so? You seem different now. I thought you wanted a relic that could summon Caster."

Zouken Matou, leaning on his cane, walked towards the door.

"Where do you plan to go after this Holy Grail War ends?"

Matou Ike watched his retreating figure, and finally couldn't help but ask the question.

The bald old man turned his head.

He stared intently at Matou Ike, his sharp eyes gradually dimming.

"...Of course, I'm going to face my Holy Grail War... Chi, if you want revenge on me, you'd better do it now. You should be able to do it now, right?"

Matou Ike simply opened his mouth but didn't say anything more.

He did consider venting his emotions here, but when he actually saw the guy again, he didn't feel anything else.

Zouken Matou stared into Ike Matou's eyes and shook his head.

He then led Matou Ike to the Matou family's treasury and handed over the sacred relics stored there to Matou Ike.

He said slowly:

"Chi, we will meet again, and I hope it will be as you wish."

After leaving those words, Matou Zouken committed suicide in front of Matou Ike.

He seemed to clearly realize that this place only existed in Matouchi's memories.

Aside from a few individuals with special characteristics, most people simply cannot comprehend this kind of thing.

Matouchi remained silent for a moment, preparing to transfer to another consciousness recording space through suicide, when he suddenly realized that an important line of defense had been forcibly breached.

He murmured, "Did he fail too?"

Although Matou Ike had once crossed paths with the "Judge" and learned that due to some kind of "contract," the other party could not directly intervene in the situation, he also knew that without that contract, everything might have been different.

Of course, this kind of contract at the real level is something engraved in the fundamental rules, and even Matouchi is powerless to change it.

However, if we trace back to a memory from before the contract was signed, we might be able to open up another possibility.

Fortunately, a key figure is hidden in Yu Chi's part of his memories.

"But this commotion is quite significant; it should deplete a considerable amount of His resources..."

Matou Ike shook his head and continued to speed up the self-curse.

Suddenly, a deafening roar exploded in my ears, as if the entire space had shattered in that instant.

The barrier of consciousness space was forcibly torn apart, and the sharp sound struck the mind directly, causing Matouchi's state to freeze.

The originally smooth process of self-cursing was abruptly interrupted.

“How is that possible…” Matou Ike was slightly taken aback, a rare look of surprise appearing on his face.

Because there are still several reserved defense lines that have not been triggered.

He simply went around to the other side.

But now is not the time to be surprised. Matou Ike leaped into the insect nest.

The entire space collapsed rapidly under Beelzebub's power, leaving only a desolate ruin.

......

When Makiri Ike regained consciousness, only—

He opened his eyes, and the moment his vision returned...

Beelzebub's figure also appeared at that moment.

why?

This unexpected turn of events...

There wasn't enough time to understand.

A sound like a surging tide rang in my ears—the space etched with this memory was being squeezed and crushed.

Damn!

There's no time for self-cursing, so the only option is to be more violent.

Matou Ike directly plunged his hand into his head and clenched it tightly.

He finally succeeded in committing suicide.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth... and the seventeenth time.

The same situation that just happened has happened again, coincidentally.

Each time Beelzebub enters a new memory fragment, he immediately follows.

They even arrived at the same time, giving Matouike no time to catch her breath.

This time is no different.