Chapter 369

If you understand the other party, does that mean you should just give them your cake and starve to death yourself?

The more one reads, the more one understands; the more one understands, the more painful it becomes.

This kind of pain far surpasses the death of a dear friend, especially when thinking of the future he once saw upon the gate.

Jiraiya even felt that Nagato's philosophy—using absolute power to deter the world into reaching peace—was actually slightly more realistic.

It was merely that Nagato wasn't strong enough.

Jiraiya no longer had any thoughts of returning to the Ninja World; what would be the point of going back just like that?

That ridiculous prophecy of the so-called Child of Prophecy who would change the fate of the Ninja World was nothing more than letting Naruto repeat the reincarnation of the First Hokage all over again.

Nothing had changed; everything was the same.

"I want to seek the answer in the Divine Kingdom."

Withdrawing his gaze from the screen, Jiraiya's eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a dark pool.

"Oh, Almighty Cup, perhaps only you, who transcend human wisdom, can achieve a peace that violates human nature."

Tugging at his sleeve to cover the faint scarlet mark exposed on his wrist, Jiraiya blended into the crowd.

………

When Julius and Ferris walked out, they were somewhat stunned to discover that the small town from before had already become a city.

Its scale was even comparable to their Royal Capital.

It was simply absurd.

"Is this the speed of the Divine Kingdom? Such a city can be erected overnight!"

Julius smiled bitterly.

"Well, I heard from Subaru that the city named Tokyo is one of the top ten major cities in the Divine Kingdom, and its scale is a hundred times this one."

Ferris held the back of his head with both hands, admiring the charm of the fireworks.

"A hundred times? That is truly incredible."

Julius shook his head.

In a single day, his worldview had shattered and reformed countless times.

His arrogance had long since been beaten into ashes, and by now, he was actually somewhat accustomed to it.

After all, this is the Divine Kingdom.

No matter how incredible things are, they are all normal.

And he was not alone.

Many people from classical magic worlds felt like frogs at the bottom of a well opening their eyes to see the sky outside, feeling utterly shocked.

The chemical reaction between modern science and technology and magecraft had left visitors from all realms stunned.

Once they learned that the Divine Tomb incident was merely the tip of the iceberg for the Divine Kingdom, and that the Sky-Curtain incident from not long ago was the truly absurd part,

they were completely dumbfounded.

My goodness, it turned out that the number of those beings known as Heroic Spirits was uncountable, and their true bodies sat high upon the Throne of Heroes, which transcended the concepts of time and space; what appeared in the world was merely a projection?

What?

There also existed the antithesis of humanity, the Beasts of Calamity, which had even nearly caused a great disaster that destroyed endless parallel worlds?

And there were Grand Servants, ordinary Spirit Origins, Divine Spirit Origins, the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception capable of killing the immortality of gods, the Noble Phantasm Ea symbolizing the opening of heaven and earth... and so on and so forth.

Their worldviews shattered and reformed time and again in a short period; they were completely numb.

After they sobered up,

countless people from other realms looked at every blade of grass and tree here with longing, humbly asking Earthlings to teach them the language while frantically inquiring about everything regarding the Sky-Curtain.

This inevitably made the Earthlings feel a heartfelt sense of pride and belonging.

215. Earthlings: I've already been drenched in the rain, and you still want to hold an umbrella?

"What magnificent radiance..."

The elegant man known as the Perfect Knight watched the mythological battle on the big screen and sighed softly.

No matter how Natsuki Subaru described or emphasized it, it was difficult to convey even a ten-thousandth of the power of the Heroic Spirits.

Even he, who had witnessed the miraculous power of Reinhard that surpassed the entire world, trembled, lost his voice, and felt longing for it.

And this kind of mythological battle had actually already been held for the fifth time in that world?!!!

He even felt a bit of pity for that city called Fuyuki.

"The excuse of a gas explosion is too insulting."

But at this moment, he had no intention of complaining; his pupils trembled, just like many other visitors from other realms.

He watched the Goddess of Demonic Beasts descend into the mortal world, revealing her true form and wantonly unleashing her divine might.

The terrifying weapons known as nuclear weapons by the mortals of the Divine Kingdom were meaningless before the gods.

He watched the magnificent body of the arrogant god dissipate in the torrent of light.

He watched the heroes who had achieved the great feat of striking down the gods disperse one by one, broken one by one amidst conspiracies.

When the Irish demigod Cú Chulainn broke his wings, when Mouri Kogoro died, and even Saber was captured by the Black Grail,

people couldn't help but feel nervous, completely immersed in it.

They didn't even notice when their familiar new friend Natsuki Subaru appeared, watching as Heracles, who seemed like a Great Demon God, crushed all terrifying divine might, and a figure even more tyrannical, whose aura was not a whit inferior, appeared on the scene.

People swallowed their saliva, nervously waiting for the final result.

The next moment.

The screen suddenly went black, and all images and sounds disappeared.

The visitors from other realms didn't react for a moment, standing there in a daze, still immersed in that mythological epic-like story.

Until a few lines of large characters slowly appeared on the dark screen.

"Tomorrow night at eight o'clock, please look forward to the follow-up."

？？？？？

Bang—!

Blue veins popped out on the forehead of the usually elegant Julius, and the scabbard in his hand was crushed into pieces by his terrifying strength.

Damn it.

It's gone?

It's over just like that? You're telling me it ended at the most critical moment?

Julius was furious, subconsciously looking at Ferris, only to find that Ferris, whose expression management was always top-notch, couldn't hold it together either.

His face was ferocious, and killing intent overflowed.

The dense crowd of foreigners all around was in an uproar, and a series of heart-wrenching wails erupted.

"Damn it, it cut off??"

"What about the rest? What about the rest? Don't tell me there's nothing left!"

"Damn it, where is the person in charge? Now! Immediately! Right now! Play the rest for me!!"

They were incredibly irritable, each with a ferocious expression, their fists clenching with a series of cracking sounds.

A middle-school-aged girl with red eyes and messy hair was even moved to tears: "Please, the Red Magic Village can't be without... anyway, don't cut it off."

The onlookers from Earth wore gloating smiles.

Actually, who doesn't have a full Sky-Curtain recording on their phone these days?

Even if not for studying magecraft, one would have to save it just to enjoy the audiovisual feast, right? Letting the foreigners watch it doesn't count for much.

However...

Having been caught in the rain, it's only fair to tear up someone else's umbrella so everyone can enjoy the feeling together.

I believe the person in charge of the big screen had the same idea, which is why they did it.

You have to know that they were once under the Sky-Curtain, where the audiovisual quality and emotional immersion were on a completely different level; that pain of a series being cut off...

Hiss.

Just thinking about it makes my fists clench.

Back then, they had waited for two weeks.

Julius clenched his fists until they cracked, taking several deep breaths before he could barely calm down.

"I just saw Lord Reinhard, I'll go meet up with him to exchange information first."

He had been too engrossed in watching earlier.

Whether it was the power increasing geometrically with each seal broken, or the fact that breaking just four seals was enough to suppress the torrent of light from such a majestic god.