Chapter 185

As a conceptual evil god of pollution, he instantly appeared in the alleyway where the death event occurred.

Vex looked coldly at the crazed Ryuunosuke Uryuu.

The shadow beneath her feet came alive and twisted, opening a giant mouth of fangs, and swallowed the young man in one gulp.

"Huh? Main quest ① completed?"

Man proposes, God disposes; the unintentional planting of a willow tree leads to its shade. Bobby the Night-Owl nodded with satisfaction.

"I think, being interrupted occasionally is quite nice."

In a good mood, Vex looked at the high school girl who had just died and whose consciousness had not yet faded.

"I think, saving a life occasionally is no big deal."

Although Vex is a polluting evil god, that does not mean she lacks the means to 'bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh on bones'.

Bobby the Night-Owl's shadow wrapped around the disemboweled corpse.

The tooth-aching sound of a monster chewing echoed under the night sky.

Organs from Ryuunosuke Uryuu were haphazardly pieced together onto the victim by the 'benevolent' Vex.

Conceptual pollution is the fusion agent for Vex's puzzle; she ignored any bodily rejection reactions, focusing entirely on brute force.

Before long, the shadow demon spat out the bonded non-human monster.

The deformed, fallen, and twisted monster had two heads.

The female head was the victim, and the male head was Ryuunosuke Uryuu.

The four-armed, four-legged monster gradually twisted, its form slowly evolving into the original appearance of the high school girl.

Unless this resurrected girl one day shifts her self-perception from 'human' to 'monster'.

Otherwise, she will survive in the form of a 'human' until the day she dies of old age.

"Hehehe, I think I'm really a genius!"

Vex clapped her small hands, ignored the lucky survivor lying in the pool of blood, and left the crime scene with light footsteps.

……

Fuyuki City, Tohsaka Residence.

The scapegoat of this world, Tokiomi Tohsaka, is of too low a rank.

His level is insufficient, so naturally, he is unaware of the several major events that have occurred in the magic world recently.

Tokiomi Tohsaka's ancestor, Nagato Tohsaka, the founder of the Tohsaka family, once studied under the Second Magician, Zelretch, and could barely be considered a person of note.

But ever since then, the Tohsaka family, skilled at 'dropping the chain at critical moments', has gone from bad to worse with each generation.

Until Tokiomi Tohsaka became the head of the family, the King of Scapegoats had two daughters with excellent aptitude.

Tokiomi Tohsaka, with a magician's mindset, left the eldest daughter, who was more compatible with the Tohsaka family's magic foundation, to inherit the family business.

After a calm analysis, the King of Scapegoats ignored the opinions of his wife and children.

He adopted his younger daughter, Sakura Tohsaka, who also had decent aptitude, to the Matou family, personally sending the child into a pit of fire.

Could Tokiomi Tohsaka not know what kind of 'worm magic' the Matou family had?

No, Tokiomi Tohsaka knew it very well, but he still did it.

After all, in Tokiomi Tohsaka's view, he was doing it for his daughter's own good.

He gave Sakura Tohsaka, who was about to become an ordinary person, a precious opportunity to become a magician.

Moreover, this move could also erode the Matou family; once his adopted younger daughter grew into a true magician, the Tohsaka family would inevitably be able to annex the Matou family, which was suffering from a lack of successors.

"Rin, why aren't you asleep so late?"

Tokiomi Tohsaka discovered his eldest daughter, Rin Tohsaka, walking down the stairs and then sitting on the sofa in the living room.

In Rin Tohsaka's arms, she was holding a faceless puppet doll.

Tokiomi Tohsaka assumed this was something his wife had just bought for his eldest daughter, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Rin Tohsaka, curled up on the sofa, was still young, and she couldn't hide her emotions on her face at all.

The young girl with twin tails had shifty eyes, dared not look directly at her father, and said firmly: "Father, can you bring Sakura back?"

Hearing this, Tokiomi Tohsaka laughed dumbly.

"Rin, you are still young; sending Sakura to the Matou family is for her own good."

"When you grow up, you will understand my painstaking efforts."

For her own good!

When you grow up!

My painstaking efforts!

The adult did not consider the child's personal wishes, and this habitual rhetoric stirred up Rin Tohsaka's rebellious heart.

Rin Tohsaka gave up the idea of persuading her father, stood up from the sofa, and raised the faceless puppet in her arms.

"Ms. Herta, I'll trouble you!"

The puppet in its retracted state returned to the form of a normal human.

A white skirt and purple coat materialized.

The exquisite-faced doll looked at Tokiomi Tohsaka with eyes like purple gems.

Herta opened her sandalwood mouth and said: "Although I think you are right, it doesn't prevent me from hating your methods."

Compared to other members of the Genius Society, Herta is already a moral model among them.

"Then, your entry qualification belongs to me."

"As a reward, I will help your eldest daughter retrieve your younger daughter."

The faceless puppet raised its arm, and dense threads of order spread, piercing, covering, and assimilating Tokiomi Tohsaka.

"Little girl, sleep; when you wake up, everything will be over."

Herta knocked Rin Tohsaka unconscious, not letting the little girl see what happened next.

Tokiomi Tohsaka, assimilated by the threads of order, turned into another faceless puppet.

Herta input the collected information-state soul data into the puppet.

Before long, the faceless puppet that Tokiomi Tohsaka had become began to change.

The faceless puppet had an additional azure cheongsam on its body.

The body contours gradually solidified into the image of a woman with a distinct oriental classical charm.

Ruan Mei, the '81st member of the Genius Society', who specializes in the field of life sciences, once cultivated experimental subjects like the 'Star-Breaking King Insect', and whose ambition is to ascend to the throne of the 'Life Aeon', arrived at the 'Special Dungeon: Tournament of the Strong: Earth'.

"What an interesting world."

Ruan Mei leaned over to pick up the unconscious Rin Tohsaka, lightly flicked Rin Tohsaka's chubby chin with her finger, and began to study her 'Magic Circuits'.

"Hey, pay attention, don't break her!"

Herta's eyelids twitched slightly; she knew Ruan Mei's nature too well—this was simply a natural Paradise beast!

"Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion."

The classical oriental beauty pursed her lips and smiled, her peripheral vision falling toward the door.

"Aren't you going to find her sister? Why are you still standing here?"

"You!"

"Sigh, fine, I'm going."

Herta sighed; the helper she found, she had to bear the consequences even with tears.

She couldn't manage the high-intensity exploitation of subordinates like Meng Yi.

In the 'Infinite True Realm', Meng Yi and all other life forms, including the Void Dragon, have a clear and insurmountable superior-subordinate relationship.

It's not quite the same with Herta.

Her relationship with the Genius Society's Emanator of Erudition is more like an alliance or cooperation.

Therefore, Herta would grant the Emanator of Erudition more freedom of action.

"At least I completed main quest ①."

"If I go, I go; if I'm unlucky and really lose a puppet, it's no big deal."

……

Fuyuki City, Matou Residence, underground magic workshop.

A little girl wearing a pretty little dress, as exquisite and cute as a porcelain doll, was curled up in the corner.

"No! Don't come over!"

"Sister! Mother! Father! Can anyone save me!"

The former Sakura Tohsaka, now Sakura Matou, cried heart-wrenchingly.

In the dark basement, swarms of weird-looking Crest Worms swarmed toward Sakura Matou.

Abandoned by her father and treated so harshly by the family she was adopted into.

Abandoned by the world, Sakura Matou saw only darkness wherever she looked.

'Crack—'

A simple, ancient longsword pierced the floor, drawing a circle of purity; the insects outside could not invade it in the slightest.

Jun Lingtian, hiding in the ancient sword, could not stand the twisted thinking of the Type-Moon world's magician system.

Because he couldn't stand it, he had to cut it off; this had nothing to do with justice or evil.

Jun Lingtian, with a transparent sword heart, did as he pleased.

He wanted to do it, and he had the ability to do it, so he did it.

The sword cultivator knew the principle of 'giving a man a fish is not as good as teaching him how to fish'.

He could help Sakura Matou once or twice, but could he help her for a lifetime?

'Pick up the sword and cut off this unfair fate; what are you still hesitating for?'

A gentle male voice echoed in Sakura Matou's mind, and a ray of light of salvation appeared in her pitch-black world.

Sakura Matou, on the verge of despair, grasped the straw of salvation, stumbled to the ancient sword, and gripped its hilt with force.

'Yes, that's it.'

'Go resist! Go fight!'

Sakura Matou swung the ancient sword, and all the Crest Worms in its path died.

"Who is it?!"

Zouken Matou, who was constantly observing the situation in the basement, never expected that a thief would break into his Matou family's magic workshop.

The hunched, ugly old worm tapped the ground with his cane, activating the many magic barriers inscribed over hundreds of years.

"No matter who you are, offending the majesty of my Matou family is seeking your own death!"

An obscure and dark aura rose from the manor.

More and more swarms of insects crawled out from every corner.

"Little doll of the Tohsaka family, do you think that by obtaining a magic craft of unknown origin, you can resist my will?"

"Ridiculous, you know nothing of my power!"

Zouken Matou, who has survived for hundreds of years, has strength far exceeding that of a conventional magician.

As long as he is here, the Matou family is here!

"Slash—!"

Sword energy that tore through the void struck.

The old worm's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

'I'll die! I'll die! I'll die! I'll die!'

"No! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! If you want this female breeding tool, then I'll give..."

'Crack—'

Zouken Matou, who couldn't look cool for more than three seconds, was decapitated.

The simple, ancient longsword, based on causal connection, pierced the void and took the opportunity to wipe out Zouken Matou's worm body.

"Little girl, insects die when they are killed, and people are the same; do you understand?"

The ancient sword left Sakura Matou's palm.

Killing the old worm allowed Jun Lingtian to complete main quest ①, and he replaced the Matou family's entry qualification.

The dusty ancient sword shone brightly, and the earth-shattering sword intent cleared all the filth in this mansion.

Under the moonlight, Jun Lingtian, holding the ancient sword, stood in mid-air, his calm eyes suddenly rippling.

"It's you! It's you!"

"You despicable, shameless, and insidious hateful woman who plays with puppets!!"

The "Promotion Assessment" is a pain Jun Lingtian cannot erase.

The stubborn sword cultivator was led around like a dog by Herta for the entire dungeon.

Jun Lingtian never found Herta's trail the whole time; everything he chopped to pieces were faceless puppets Herta had deliberately left behind.

Looking at hard power alone, Jun Lingtian could beat Herta until her own mother wouldn't recognize her.

Unfortunately, the black-bellied Herta simply wouldn't fight the stubborn sword cultivator head-on.

Everyone knows that sword cultivators have astonishing killing power, are used to exploding with power in fights, and their desperate counterattacks are even more terrifying.

Herta would have to be brain-dead to confront Jun Lingtian head-on.

As long as the enemy cannot find her trail, the sword cultivator's lethality is just for show.

……

Enemies meeting, eyes burning with hatred.

Jun Lingtian, who had been bitterly practicing the "Sword of Tracing Causality" recently, only seeking to meet his old enemy again and kill her, gritted his teeth and said: "Good! Good! Too good!"

"Heaven has eyes; I've finally caught you!"

Herta, who was manipulating the faceless puppet, was also stunned.

Helping a little girl find her sister, how did she unluckily run into this stubborn, straight-laced guy?

Herta greased her feet to prepare for a run, and calmly bluffed: "You've mistaken me for someone else."

Jun Lingtian sneered disdainfully, "Bullshit!"

"Even if you turned to ash, I could still recognize which pile you are!"

This faceless puppet of Herta's was no match for the sword cultivator.

But Sister Herta was still trying to persuade him with reason and emotion: "I'm a puppet; it's useless if you kill me."

Jun Lingtian's anger grew even more, "Get lost!

"Whether it's useful or not, I'll kill you first and then talk!"

Good news! The enemy is even more stubborn.

Bad news! The person he's targeting is herself.

Herta's expression stiffened, and she raised her hands in surrender: "Friend, we don't have any grudges, do we?"

"You destroyed 4,678,135,7 of my puppets in the 'Promotion Assessment'; I wasn't angry, why are you?"

"Besides, if you insist on fighting me, what if you cause too much of a stir and get besieged by the natives?"

Herta's little mouth kept chattering, annoying Jun Lingtian to no end.

"Get lost! I don't give a damn!"

"I'm determined to kill you in this dungeon! No one can stop me!"

"I'll kill one if one comes! I'll kill a pair if two come!"

Having completed main quest ①, the fish-bombing player gradually untied his restraints.

Even if he had to fight natives for the next ten days or so, what was there to fear?

"Less talk, watch the sword!"

The stubborn guy slashed out with a sword; Herta's faceless puppet had no resistance and was easily slashed into ashes by Jun Lingtian.

"Causality is set; you have nowhere to escape!"

The faceless puppet is the cause, and Herta's true body hiding in the Lostbelt is the effect.

The sword cultivator's immature "Causal Tracking Sword", although unable to pierce the void belt and directly harm Herta's true body, could still point out the direction.

'One sword breaks ten thousand laws!'

Even a magnetic field madman knows to avoid its edge.

The sword cultivator, who was even more stubborn than Dong Lin, ignored everything and used the Sword of Law-Ending to hack at the void, carving a path from Earth directly to the blockade belt in the 'Aether Sea' suppressed by the world.

Neither the other players nor the dungeon native F4 intervened in the stubborn guy's quest for revenge.

……

Fuyuki City, Saint Church.

Using space-folding techniques, the most stable interstellar civilization will—the Ring, the starship of the Voldemort player, quietly occupied this place.

In terms of combat power, "Ring" is not the top among the seven fish-bombing players.

In terms of scheming, methods, patience, etc., he is a rank higher than Meng Yi.

Doing nothing and wasting thousands of years with the "Tournament of the Strong Invitation", the mindset of such a monster is evident.

"Ring" took the living beings of the Saint Church into his own "Civilization Cluster" and obtained the entry qualification that should have belonged to Kirei Kotomine.

The prompt sound of the "Evolution Paradise" echoed in the ears of the seven contestants.

【Prompt: All seven players have completed main quest ①.】

【Prompt: The "Canghui Galaxy Holy Grail" is about to descend, "Servant" summoning is enabled!】

……

Germany, Einzbern family.

Meng Yi paused his research work, looked up at the sky, and the "Eye of the Infinite World" peered at the second confrontation between Jun Lingtian and Herta.

"Herta? What a coincidence."

A skin-suit can be faked, but the true foundation of the path is difficult to disguise.

"Sword cuts the void, traces causality..."

Meng Yi was thinking about whether to intervene in this dispute.

If he doesn't intervene, the stubborn sword cultivator could kill his way in and out of Herta's base camp seven times.

Of course, with Herta's IQ, it's more likely she'd leave an empty shell base for the enemy to dismantle.

"It's not too late to intervene after seeing Herta's trump card."

"What a sharp sword; if calculated well, it could be used by me."