Chapter 478

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"Let me see if it is possible to truly reach the miracle named 'Impossible'."

On the streets of the Izumo District.

Luo Shu, dressed in casual clothes, one hand in his pocket, calmly looked at the core of the winding ten-thousand-li Great Spirit Vein.

As if peering through layers of buildings and ten thousand meters of ground, he saw the mages, like a colony of ants, constantly modifying the subspecies Holy Grail ritual under the error-correction of Nishinomiya Shoko.

The reason it is called a subspecies is that the main body of this ritual is only used to summon Heroic Spirits and does not possess the function of granting wishes or reaching the Root.

Of course not, it's not that those big shots don't want to.

It's that the complete version of the Great Ritual is simply not something this planet can currently withstand.

He does not know how the Great Ritual of the Heaven's Cup was handled in the Fate world, if it truly exists.

In any case, his version would at least require draining the global spirit veins to even have a chance of starting.

And the absolute core of the Holy Grail ritual—the Heroic Spirits...

He raised his eyes to look at the deep layer of the world that only the young girl named Yotsuya Miko, with her highest-level spirit vision, could see.

Through layers of writhing rotten flesh, at the supreme height where even space-time itself was twisted and rotting, a magnificent deep-red door stood tall.

Its surface had light and shadow like golden scales rippling like waves, but if one looked closely.

The true nature of those golden scales was actually light and shadow resembling silkworm cocoons.

Hanging upside down on the door, dense and countless, layered upon layer, they formed golden scales covering the surface of the door.

................. Seeking flowers.................

................. Seeking flowers.................

It would even ripple with waves as the void undulated.

And on the faces protruding from the lower ends of those silkworm cocoons were the faces of Heroic Spirits known to the people of Earth, now in slumber.

Hmm, these are the Heroic Spirits Luo Shu created on the spot in this Cthulhu worldview.

No choice.

If he set the Heroic Spirits to be that overpowered and relied solely on the God-Authority Jade to manifest them, he wouldn't be able to produce many even if he worked himself to death.

It was much simpler to just use the chaotic primordial matter found everywhere in this world as the base material to mold them.

The rest was to use humanity's collective cognition of Heroic Spirits to shape them and bestow sentience...

Finally, the Master would resonate with them using their own will to awaken their selfhood.

Of course, because the base material was slightly twisted by a tiny bit, the risk was also a tiny bit large.

If one's will was even slightly weak, the outcome would be a bit unpleasant.

For example, the physical body collapsing instantly and scattering with the wind.

For example, mutating and twisting into a mass of writhing flesh tentacles.

For example, organs developing their own wills and each going their separate ways.

"However, they are thrown into the spiritual universe by me every night to be brutally beaten hundreds of times, so it shouldn't be much of a problem, right? Hmm, probably..."

Thinking to the end, Luo Shu felt a bit guilty, hugging the slender shoulders of Kaguya beside him, looking at this girl who was as exquisite as a doll: "Let's go, Brother Shu will take you to see a whale."

Kaguya, whose temperament was much lighter, rolled her eyes.

So mysterious.

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But, a whale?

It wouldn't be another Evil God or Outer God, would it?

Shinomiya Kaguya, who had gained an understanding of her man's true nature, fell into deep thought.

Sengen Shrine.

It is the head shrine of the Sengen Shrines and the center of Mount Fuji worship; the main deity enshrined is Konohanasakuya-hime (Sengen Great God).

It has been the center of Japanese faith for over two thousand years.

The spring sun, with its lingering intensity, finally set reluctantly, and the sunset's afterglow dyed the uneven eaves of the shrine's classical building complex in a golden-red hue.

A cool breeze blew, stirring ripples across the grass.

Sakurajima Mai yawned, rubbed her eyes, and walked out of the camper van: "Director Hongkou, what time is it?"

She asked, seeing the assistant director of the film crew walking over.

Director Hongkou's wrinkled face smiled like an old chrysanthemum: "Just four o'clock, still early. Miss Mai, would you like to rest a bit more?"

"Four o'clock?"

Sakurajima Mai was stunned.

If she remembered correctly, her scene was at twelve o'clock, right?

Slept for six hours? She had only meant to nap for a bit, but ended up having a long dream, and in the dream...

Sakurajima Mai's face turned red.

She probably knew what was going on; it was all the fault of that rice-worm germ. As expected, he only knows how to make rice expensive.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

Arriving at the film crew, Sakurajima Mai felt genuinely sorry.

Although she knew that because of her, the crew's status had risen, and even the special effects artists were directly using mages to cast magic together.

They had even arranged quite a few of her big-budget scenes.

But she was not someone who would get carried away by success; a mistake is a mistake, and in her heart...

"Hahahaha, no problem, no problem."

Director Aoyama Natsuki was beaming, introducing the mustachioed uncle beside him with great enthusiasm: "Come, come, Mai, let me introduce you. This is my close friend, the Master of the great hero Cu Chulainn who shone brilliantly in the Fourth Holy Grail War, Mouri Kogoro."

"Hahaha, to have both of you Masters gathered in the crew is truly an honor, haha..."

Anyone could see it.

This down-and-out director who hit the jackpot had truly turned his life around this time.

Not only did he meet Sakurajima Mai, who was grateful and determined to finish her work even after becoming a Sky-Curtain Master, but he also knew the Master from the last Holy Grail War, the famous detective Mouri Kogoro.

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Mouri Kogoro?

Sakurajima Mai was stunned.

This was her first time seeing a Sky-Curtain Master in reality.

After all, before this Sky-Curtain, even to a formal mage like her, they were big shots in the clouds.

However...

She looked at the uncle who still had two young girls beside him.

If she remembered correctly, the most famous thing about this former detective and current Master, Mouri Kogoro, was his aura that was like a curse.

Wherever he went, people died, and it was always homicide.

He was even secretly called "The Bird of Death of Beika Town."

Hiss...

Looking at the beaming Director Aoyama, she had an ominous premonition, as if she saw a large, capitalized "DANGER" above the director's head.

273. Amamiya Rindou is confused: Are people in this world this strong?

At the same time.

The real world where stories like Guilty Crown are located.

A land of dead silence, filled with the ruins of modern buildings covered in moss, with no signs of human presence for who knows how long.

A lonely wind blew between the buildings, like a shrill wail.

Dark clouds were gloomy and cold, covering the entire city, faintly tinged with blood.

"Run!!!"

Following a tragic roar, a gray light wreathed in a cursed aura tore through the sky, rushing out from the dense fog that lay over the city like a giant beast.

Suddenly.

"Shu!"