Chapter 359: A Wish

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Weigong Shilang: "."

All seasonings and ingredients in the kitchen have been emptied, along with the Chinese wok he'd just bought—vanished.

What exactly did I just do?

He stared at the black spatula still in his hand, involuntarily inhaling—the stench in the air shot into his nostrils.

"Puke!"

He quickly opened the window for ventilation, and at that moment, he saw the world tree blotting out the sky.

"Has Kleine become a god? I really should've done nothing."

He wasn't overly worried—after all, with Su Lin around, nothing too serious would happen.

Hmm. Probably.

At least resolving the issue shouldn't be a problem—the contingency plan to prevent adjudication was already prepared.

Weigong Shilang opened the fridge, glanced at the clock hanging above the door, and decided to go shopping before the shopping street closed.

Shhh—

The instant he pulled open the door, he froze—a girl with gray hair crouched at the threshold, her head topped with a... tin lid?!

"The effect should've worn off."

"I know. Leave me alone."

Li Huowang: "I randomly took a wrong turn, and then half a dantian fell from the sky and crushed me half to death."

Li Huowang: "Whose thing is this?"

Li Huowang: Image

Xiao Yan: "My furnace! My precious furnace!!! Kleine!!!"

Zhang Chuanyan: "This sounds oddly familiar."

Purple Gold Divine Dragon: "My belly is so full… weird—something's inside Dragon Dada's belly."

Ye Fan: "."

Ye Fan: "Good thing I wasn't there."

Song Shuhang: "I knew something felt off the moment I entered the game—congrats, Boss Ke!"

Song Shuhang: "But why does everything feel dark and wet? Where am I?"

Su Lin: "Your promotion didn't even have a loading bar—you succeeded in one go?"

Yuanshi Tianzun: "Such is fate."

Han Li: ". Is this really Zhou's own self, right?"

Su Lin: "It shouldn't be. It's time to become a godslayer."

Kleine: "I'm joking. Don't take it seriously."

Kleine: "The ritual went surprisingly smoothly—everything flowed naturally. Maybe it's because the player identity itself is a kind of deception."

Lu Mingfei: "There's good news and bad news."

Lu Mingfei: "The good news is, the plan succeeded—by absorbing power from the Imaginary Sea, we've successfully stabilized this massive alchemical matrix combining three miracles: conceptual weaponry, time reversal, and spatial creation."

Lu Mingfei: "The bad news is, while I was temporarily dumbed down… I apparently swatted a thing that looked like the Chaldea spaceship with my tail—someone go check if anyone's still alive on it?"

Kleine: "."

Su Lin: "It's not 'looks like'—it is, isn't it?"

Kleine: "I'll go check."

Countless light points emerged from the mist of history, from the flowing, diverging streams of time—a luminous river with countless tributaries—each a transparent, twisted spirit-worm.

Anchors? Naturally, there are some.

Though there are many strange, shallow believers.

He searched among these anchors for fragments of humanity, suppressing the madness and babbling.

"Cooperate…"

"We are one and the same…"

"Your encounters grant you value—I will not erase your soul or will…"

"Accept me—it benefits you, not harms you; finding Amon is simple…"

"This time, the pillar is not the end—it is our beginning…"

"All primordial substances belong to us…"

Strange yet familiar babbling echoed in Kleine's mind, stirring in him the thought of agreement.

This is the madness spiritual imprint within Antigonus's transcendental trait—the chaos inevitably faced after becoming the Fool; it has nothing to do with whether the ritual succeeded—it is a constant state.

"I am Zhou Mingrui, and I am Kleine Mo Leidi." Kleine pressed one hand against the faint, ghostly mask on his face, and with the other, retrieved the bronze eyeball ornament, dripping a drop of Zhihe's water onto the mask.

The mad babbling and Horned Sihou at his ears gradually faded, like volume turned down by a remote.

"Huh—"

Kleine exhaled deeply. Though he had no psychotherapist's aid, without the lingering influence of Chalatu's imprint and the desperate urgency of his one-shot promotion, his stabilization came far faster.

He looked beneath his cloak—slimy, sinister tentacles extended outward; he summoned a Qingxin Spell talisman, a scroll of Light Hymn spell, and fastened a piece of stone amber to his chest.

Soon, the tentacles retracted—by then, he had full control over himself.

"Stop blabbering over there." Kleine made the mask retract, pulled a top hat from a historical fissure, and reshaped his cloak into a black evening suit with gold-thread borders:

"Much better now."

The power from other worlds is just so useful; you don't even need to book a therapist specially.

He turned back to look inside the palace behind him, where Antigonus sat upon a massive stone chair, his eyes still somewhat dazed.

"Interested in becoming an angel of the Yuzhe Sect?"

After receiving the reply that the other needed time to consider, Kleine nodded slightly, a faint smile curling at his lips:

"Then, let's meet again later."

The palace vanished, as if nothing had ever occurred; within the divine realm, the shifting light and shadow shook its head, seemingly regretful as it sheathed its long sword.

"Even if you say that."

"With the spaceship in this state, returning will have to wait a while."

Tenzan Lixiang glanced suspiciously at BB and asked: "What just happened? Why don't I remember any of it?"

The side of the spaceship bore slight cracks and indentations; despite having an energy shield, it now looked like this—no one knew if its interior had been damaged.

But BB's attitude was also strange.

She had been one of the most eager Servants to come here before, yet now her attitude had undergone a complete reversal.

"Forget about it—just use Spirit Particle Transfer to return immediately," BB said grimly. "We can't stay here any longer."

At this moment, the others aboard the spaceship gradually recovered from their strange state; the cabin door opened, and first to emerge was Abigail, sprinting in small steps while clutching a doll.

"Master! Get back quickly!" Abigail cried anxiously. "Father God said this place is dangerous! That one seems to have woken—"

"Woken what?" Tenzan Lixiang paused, seeing Abigail freeze mid-sentence. Just as she was about to press further, she saw a reflection in Abigail's eyes.

BB turned her head slightly toward her side—this man had just crossed the distance of space and appeared here in the blink of an eye.

She immediately put on a smile and said: "Isn't this Mr. Yuzhe? What wind blew you here?"

Her tone was casual, yet it had lost all the mockery and wildness she once displayed at Chaldea.

Tenzan Lixiang instantly understood something and involuntarily shivered.

'Weren't we supposed to be a misunderstanding?!'

The bewildered Kleine displayed a practiced, professional smile, removed his top hat, and greeted:

"Good evening, Miss BB, and everyone from Chaldea."

"I never expected to see you here. I'm truly glad you're all safe."

His greeting was exceedingly gentlemanly, and the concern in his voice did not seem feigned.

His gaze swept over the group of Servants, lingering for two seconds on Van Gogh, a thought flashing through his mind: he wanted to commission him to paint a sunflower.

Lately, the operating budget on Earth in Su Lin's world seemed to be running low.

Van Gogh stepped back two paces and hid behind Jacques de Molay.

Kleine sensed something odd but did not press further; instead, he politely shifted the topic:

"Miss BB, did you come here to invite me to visit?"

Everyone knew Chaldea had come to investigate the Anomalous Zone, yet Kleine still chose to use the previous "talk" as a buffer.

'Of course, if you truly invite me over, I'll have to delay something.' Kleine thought to himself.

BB crossed her arms and laughed: "That ritual still needs some time—when it's ready, I'll definitely come to invite you, Mr. Yuzhe."

"I see. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to tell me," Kleine nodded, placing his top hat back on his head:

"Perhaps I can lend you a hand."

"." BB maintained her smile, fell silent for several seconds, then said:

"Not at the moment. By the way, the commotion this time was quite enormous, Mr. Yuzhe!"

"Wasn't it said you reached an agreement with the Suppressors? How did you end up turning this place into such a mess?"

Isn't chaos what you're supposed to love?

Though puzzled, Kleine smiled and turned his gaze toward Tenzan Lixiang:

"I'm curious about that too. Two hours ago, everything was fine—then the Suppressors suddenly changed their minds."

"Out of necessity, to prevent this world from being judged and erased, we were forced to take some coercive measures. There must be some misunderstanding involved."

"Rest assured, once we resolve the misunderstanding with the Suppressors, we'll immediately handle the aftermath. Don't look at me like this—I'm actually quite skilled at cleanup."

Resolve it?!

That wasn't a misunderstanding! You didn't already act against this world, did you?!

Tenzan Lixiang forced a smile back at Kleine, suppressing her fear:

"Mr. Kleine—no, Mr. Yuzhe. So that's how it is. I understand. Since you say so, I'm reassured."

"We don't know what happened just now, but our spaceship has developed a problem. Once it's repaired… hmm, maybe we'll just use Spirit Particle Transfer to leave instead."

Hearing this, Kleine stepped a few paces to the right, leaned his cane against his chin, studied the scene for a moment, then turned to Tenzan Lixiang and smiled:

"I just performed a ritual. Though unintentional, the effects were mine to bear—I cannot shirk responsibility."

"Therefore, I offer you one wish. You may wish for the repair of this Numeral Submarine."

The Yuzhe possesses the authority to blind and stupefy the mind; during a ritual, its influence reaches its peak and becomes uncontrollable—just as when Mr. Error, Amon, ascended to godhood, every entity in the world possessing the concept of "Gate" was forcibly opened, even gods unable to stop it.

Tenzan Lixiang asked: "Um… does this wish come with a price?"

Kleine was quite satisfied with Tenzan Lixiang's caution; in their world, such prudence was a vital trait for survival.

"Of course not. This is merely my personal small apology to you," Kleine smiled and said:

"And as for prices—"

"Though the Yuzhe Sect is obscure, lesser than Daoism, the Cross Church, or the Norse Pantheon, I am still a true god—not some strange, monstrous demon."

Tenzan Lixiang blinked in surprise.

It seemed the other didn't know they had already watched the entire TV series.

The entire sect was just one person playing all the roles.

Although he didn't know why the Fool now lacked a monocle, upon closer thought, the reversed version had always been quite human—he never harmed those who wandered into Eden, and had even tried to prevent those beings from awakening at first.

BB laughed: "Can I keep this wish? We can fix the submarine ourselves."

Miss Kelaien glanced at the other, and nodded slightly: "Of course, it's only compensation."

He had just finished speaking when he glanced at the message that popped up in the group.

"Well then, before it's fixed, why not rest at the Emiya residence? Tonight, Mr. Emiya is making late-night snacks—they're delicious."

Without giving the Chaldea group time to react or refuse, Miss Kelaien snapped his fingers, tricking the process from departure to arrival.

The next moment, the Chaldea group stood inside the Emiya estate's island paradise, sunlight pouring down, sea breeze blowing, the dimensional submarine resting on the shore like a beached vessel.

Miss Kelaien had already opened the gate to the paradise and stepped into the corridor, waving to the others:

"I have some business to attend to—excuse me for now."

In the instant he turned, Yi Leina walked forward, a pure white towel hanging around her neck, one hand wiping her face, the other gripping the collar of Su Lin's severed limbs, slung over her shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. He agreed to help me with a little magical experiment."

"From the authoritative perspective of the Fortune Teller lineage, this isn't the original."

"That bastard tricked me."

Yi Leina hurled Su Lin into the island paradise, while making a pistol gesture with her fingers.

Boom!!

A thick beam of magical energy, carrying Su Lin, shot toward the horizon of the sea.

Seconds later, a tsunami and a mushroom cloud rose from the ocean's surface.

"Let's go. Meng Qi says he has something to tell us—everyone gather."

The two gradually moved away, their footsteps fading, yet the door left open seemed to signify no restriction on their freedom of movement.

The Chaldea members exchanged glances, their expressions utterly solemn—except for the Servant Emiya and Shido, one clutching his head with a strange expression, the other seemingly in good spirits.

"Judging by your expressions, you all think that witch is a violent maniac, right? Indeed, she's too narrow-minded." Su Lin appeared from the empty air beside them, dispersing the tsunami with a wave of his hand:

"You look pale—are you exhausted from saving human history? Let me take a look at you."

Tenzan Lixiang shook his head vigorously: "I'm fine!"

"Young people must learn to balance work and rest." Su Lin casually cast a blessing spell, then vanished into the air:

"The Inhibitor's capricious thing doesn't even pay you—why risk your life?"

Mathers looked concerned: "Senior…"

Tenzan Lixiang shook his head: "It's fine. We're here to investigate this matter."

"Our strength is negligible—we're no threat at all." Lord El-Melloi II stood on the distant shore, his cigarette half-burned:

"I suppose the other side already knows our purpose."

Tai Gongwang cannot deceive Yuan Shi Tianzun, nor would he ever hide anything from him.

After all,

They wouldn't care.

The shattered tsunami turned to raindrops falling from the sky, drenching everyone, extinguishing Lord El-Melloi II's cigarette along with them.

(End of Chapter)