Chapter 107: The Sun in Tokyo

Unlike the “simple” style of a few days ago, the floating island given to Old Lu now looked unrecognizable even to Su Lin.

Originally there was only one building; now, through the renovation and expansion by the half-breeds, it had become an ancient imperial palace.

The architectural style was classical, blending elements of ancient Greek design, while the interior decoration followed traditional Chinese aesthetics.

They even held a vote in the group chat and ultimately named the floating island—Dawn.

“Didn’t catch him? Normal.” Old Lu wasn’t surprised by this outcome; unless actively hunted, Helzog’s nature meant he wouldn’t show himself until the very moment he seized the fruits of victory—he’d lain dormant for decades.

But now, this man wasn’t worth a dedicated manhunt; if found, deal with him casually; if not, wait until the final reckoning.

“Preparations are complete, and memories are gradually beginning to unseal.” Old Lu walked to the windowsill, gazing at the night sky—tonight there was a Lyrid meteor shower, and occasionally one or two meteors streaked across the heavens.

Su Lin, Emiya Shirou, and Old Tang sat on stone chairs styled after Nordic design; the seat across from them remained empty, while the grand hall below was filled with representatives of numerous half-breed families—expanded far beyond its original scale.

In just over a month, they had already expanded to this extent.

Of them, only the original twenty-two had undergone Dragon Blood Ascension.

Twenty-two half-breeds at S-class level, plus enhanced Spirit Word sequences—this combat power could crush any current faction.

Right now, they were deploying strategy in the hall, receiving intelligence from around the world.

No matter what topics the figures above discussed, it was none of their business; their sole duty was to transmit the Supreme Will into reality.

“Memories? Looks like your testosterone is still running high,” Su Lin said, staring at his tablet.

On screen, the thirteenth episode of Season 3 of Shakugan no Shana played: the male lead battled the Flame-Haired Burning-Eyed Shana atop a colossal black serpent, their opposing goals placing them on opposite sides.

The female lead only needed the male lead to be alive; the male lead sought to reshape the world for her.

The couple dragged the entire world into their fight.

“Agreed,” Old Tang nodded. “I’m genuinely disappointed you turned into this—why become a breeding machine?”

Thinking back on his twenty-odd years as a human—single, no romantic luck, finally dragged into a conspiracy—his chest ached.

“Was all that grand idealism from a couple days ago just bullshit?” Su Lin removed his Bluetooth earpiece, skipping the ending theme. “For all humanity, you arranged yourself a harem of over a dozen heroines?”

“By the way, some of those heroines don’t seem inclined to give you face—they’re not planning to come to Tokyo,” Su Lin doused Old Lu with cold water.

“Human wisdom,” Old Lu said, exuding an air of masterful strategy. “It’s enough. They’ve already kept my past self too occupied to interfere.”

“Haven’t you noticed Japan’s connections with the outside world have been dwindling lately?”

Old Lu was smug—he felt now was the perfect moment to brandish a feather fan.

“If my past self were to intervene directly, it would undermine world domination—so their existence is necessary.”

“How much of that do you expect me to believe?” Su Lin propped his chin up, watching the grand orator. “You’re building a harem for the greater good? Why not turn into a magical girl instead? The world would surely be at peace, My Lady Mingfei.”

“I tried. The world didn’t become peaceful.”

“...” Su Lin had almost forgotten—this guy had no shame and no bottom.

Old Lu waved his hand; a 3D virtual projection appeared on the table, showing the faces of several beautiful women—some traveling toward Tokyo from various locations, others already in Tokyo, with a loser’s face at the center.

“For now, let him play the male lead in a Japanese light novel,” Old Lu enlarged the image of Lu Mingfei. “When he escapes the vortex of romance, everything ends.”

“If you mean something like Hidamari Sketch,” Su Lin clapped. “Then I can only wish you a sickle.”

“Let me be clear: if either of you two, who signed contracts with me, leak information about this, there’ll be consequences.” Old Lu glared at Su Lin, teeth clenched. “For some reason, I always feel you’re a traitor.”

“Logically speaking, when it comes to getting paid for work, I’ve always upheld contractual integrity,” Su Lin said solemnly, no longer lazy as before. “I’m sure both you and Lu Mingze have firsthand experience of my professionalism.”

“Good.”

Old Lu nodded. Thinking it over, it was true—this guy took money from both sides, but he always delivered.

“Are you really sure there’s no problem?”

It was Emiya Shirou speaking. Even though he was already on the boat, he felt uneasy—participating in world conquest was more unsettling than being randomly dragged into the Holy Grail War.

Though he’d acted on impulse, spurred by Su Lin’s lead and the promise of payment, he did look forward to the ideal world Old Lu described—but how much blood would be spilled in between? Despite Old Lu’s repeated assurances that the plan minimized bloodshed.

“Of course there’s no problem,” Old Lu smiled. He knew what Emiya Shirou feared, what he worried about—after Old Tang told him a man named Emiya Shirou had arrived, he’d revisited the relevant lore.

“Emiya Shirou, do you know the best way for idealists like us to realize our ideals?”

Emiya Shirou shook his head.

“Absolute power.”

His golden eyes seemed to churn with thunder, looking down upon all things from above.

“Crushing opponents with thunderous force—this is hard power. Aiming for the benefit of the overwhelming majority—this is soft power.”

Seeing Emiya Shirou about to speak, Old Lu raised a hand to stop him: “I give humanity resources, grant them longevity, eliminate disease, war, and hunger. I bring advanced technology for civilian use. I won’t interfere with their history, culture, or social order—I even open the stars for them to continue advancing.”

“Who, under these conditions, would still oppose? Who, still harming society, deserves to exist?”

Emiya Shirou fell into thought. Absolute power, huh.

“If I weren’t from another world, I’d definitely bring you a little road—but sadly, I can only give you a chicken leg.” Su Lin pulled a chicken leg from the historical projection and tossed it to Lu Mingfei. “Remember to build me a Gundam.”

Old Lu took the chicken leg, bit into it, and grinned: “When it’s done, your unicorn will be completed within a year.”

After everyone dispersed, Su Lin sat back and rewatched another episode of the anime, then closed his tablet and watched Old Lu still busy.

“So the harem is just an excuse?”

“No,” Old Lu said without looking up. “I genuinely want him to stay with those girls forever—they’re all good girls.”

“I tried it on one timeline—the outcome where he doesn’t get caught is possible. These memories are key.”

“If they’re willing.”

Su Lin stood, a smirk on his lips. Speaking of memories, he’d spotted a blind spot.

“Why is there no sealed memory for Himegami? Did you give it to her yourself?”

Old Lu paused his actions.

“I never prepared such a thing for her. I don’t need to.”

“Oh.” Su Lin opened a teleportation portal. “I’m going to watch Tokyo Love Story. Call me if you need work.”

(End of Chapter)