Chapter 369

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Wang Ting, Su Lin stared expressionlessly downward, where Kleine was leading the Cthulhu Servants on a tour of the Water Mirror Peak, chatting enthusiastically with Fang Zheng and several Servants.

"Miss Williams, please take this, the honey is ready. I personally prefer sweet flavors—hope it suits your taste."

"Miss BB, would you like a glass of wine? This one, from the Lunar Estate of another world, perfectly matches your eyes."

That courteous, friendly, gentle, and refined demeanor, paired with the waistcoat, shirt, and black evening gown, would earn even a noble from Beckland to say it was upper-class.

"Isn't there still the old film studio on top of the Water Mirror Peak? Several scenes were shot here, so I thought I'd bring them to see it." Kleine's Puppet appeared beside Su Lin, explaining the reason:

"Given the rank of the Three Pillar Gods, they would never confuse me with Azathoth. Perhaps some misleading factors exist, but once they come here and see for themselves, they'll realize all those movie scenes are fake stories."

"Then the misunderstanding can be resolved. How delightful."

Although Kleine usually stayed in his rented apartment playing video games, drinking soda, and drawing cards via divination, at critical moments he was still dependable—he was, after all, the lone hero who saved the world.

"Is BB the quiet type?" Lu Mingfei lowered his telescope and asked curiously: "Did she go OOC?"

Kleine's Puppet said: "In formal settings, Miss BB has also gotten into character. Don't be so startled—this is reality, not a game."

Below, the Flame Spirit of Cthugha presented a delicate wooden tray laden with traditional Chinese-style pastries; the flickering blue flames did not damage any item, instead darting like fish toward Kleine.

"Why would an Old One cook pastries for you?" Su Lin glanced at the 'Yang Guifei' kneading dough in the courtyard and asked Kleine: "When did you two become this close?"

Kleine's Puppet said:

"Perhaps because Yang Guifei's personality is dominating the vessel—this ancient Eastern architecture, combined with the lake mirroring the starry sky like a mirror, has stirred her nostalgia for a distant past."

"To be honest, these osmanthus cakes are delicious—unexpectedly suited my taste. I'll bring some back for you later."

"Is that so?" Su Lin watched the unfathomable beings below, strolling and appreciating the mountains and waters like ancient scholars, feeling something was off—but couldn't quite say what.

Harmonious host-guest relations? No—it seemed amicable, yet the atmosphere was strangely off, yet not dangerous, almost like…

At this moment, Weigong Shilang emerged from the back mountain carrying a late-night snack, complaining with a pained expression:

"A cluster of blue flames just took all the sugar and honey from the kitchen. Even though I agreed to lend them the steamer and molds, at least leave me some!"

"Kleine, is that your contracted familiar? It asked me about your daily eating habits, and seemed very serious about it."

Kleine's Puppet shook his head: "You've misunderstood something—it's just that they're quite meticulous."

Like a salaryman who researches his boss's preferences in advance, then at the banquet circles around him, matching the relaxed mood without overstepping.

"Did I go mad, seeing everyone as a salaryman?" Su Lin said coolly, then spotted Li Huowang stepping out of Wang Ting, frowning while holding a scripture.

"Huowang, come over and tell me what they're doing—I think my eyes are playing tricks on me."

In the blink of an eye, Su Lin noticed the Cthulhu Servants below had gathered around Kleine, pulling out a game console and controllers.

Where did they get these things?!

Why are you opening Bloodborne? Hunting Outer Gods together?

Kleine was already operating the controller; beside him, BB sat cross-legged on a sofa—somehow produced—praising him, Abigail tore open a bag of chips, Yang Guifei presented freshly baked pastries, and Yakku poured Kleine a cup of tea.

Van Gogh? Van Gogh is painting.

"Are those people Zhou Ge's relatives?" Li Huowang's knowledge of Type-Moon was limited to Fate/Stay Night: "How nice—family having fun playing games together."

"." Su Lin looked at Kleine's Puppet: "You know what I'm thinking."

"It's because they're simple-hearted and warmly hospitable—don't be nervous, my friend," Kleine's Puppet said:

"They just said they now understand this is truly just a movie."

"By the way, they also asked when the second movie will start filming, and if they can join as a supporting character—no death scenes, please."

"Second movie?" Weigong Shilang forced a stiff smile. "How did you answer?"

"I told them filming is already being prepared," Kleine's Puppet replied:

"And invited them to participate—they seemed very interested but need time to consider."

"They also asked how the God in the movie's setting managed to sneak silently into the Chaos Court and plant the Inverted Corruption into Azathoth, and were curious what would happen if the Three Pillar Gods came into contact with the Inverted."

"I showed them the footage of how Amon and others were corrupted by the Sacred Stone of the Absolute Boundary, but they didn't seem to like this concept of altering life forms and self-identity."

"If nothing unexpected happens, today's casual chat will end here."

Kleine's Puppet served as the commentator, while Su Lin walked blankly back into Wang Ting, his eyes vacant.

If nothing unexpected happens

Something unexpected is coming.

The Numerical Sea

The Universe Federation, Einzbern Conglomerate's space station.

"Weigong Mama, why are you just watching? Have you really betrayed us?" Tenzan Lixiang, trapped in a vast laser cage, stared at the Red Archer outside and spoke in confusion.

"What's going on with this face?" A snow-haired girl, flanked by a towering black giant, approached and looked into the cage at Tenzan Lixiang:

"That red trash over there—why does she look so much like your past self? Could she be your illegitimate daughter?"

"Young Lady, I don't know her, and this is another universe," the Red Archer sighed.

"She turned up yesterday—this girl is Tenzan Lixiang, the Servant Universe's extinct 'Master' class."

"Master?" The snow-haired girl lifted her head; though petite, she carried the pride of a swan:

"Not needed. One of those annoying faces is enough. Berserker, cut off her head."

"She calls you Mama? Even in a parallel universe, I won't allow you to sully the Einzbern name."

Servant Universe people?! Not the Fuyuki City or Chaldea Waver Velvet and Illyasviel—but the space series?!

"I have no blood relation with Senior Weigong!" In the face of mortal danger, Tenzan Lixiang instantly understood—she stretched out her arm and shouted outward:

"Everyone across the multiverse knows you and Senior Weigong are a couple!"

"Miss Space Illya, don't chop off someone's head just because you're jealous!!!"

The black giant raised his ship-slicing blade, about to step into the cage, while the snow-haired girl stood frozen, her mind blank.

Just as the giant was about to bring the blade down, a voice came from behind: "Stop!"

Space Illya burst into the prison, grabbed Tenzan Lixiang's collar with one hand, and dragged him to the ground, glaring at him with murderous intent.

"Are you mocking me?" Space Illya asked coldly. "The honor of the Einzbern family cannot be defiled! I can crush a lowly lifeform like you with a single slap."

"Even the Emiya from Fuyuki in 2004 sacrificed himself to devour the entire universe for another you—stop playing hard-to-get now!" Tenzan Lixiang pleaded.

"Ask Space Ishtar and Star Jane! Not just our universe, but all parallel universes are about to be destroyed!"

"We have both eyewitnesses and physical evidence!"

The Cosmic Golden Emperor Gilgamesh convened the Federation's highest meeting; the Cosmic Federation's Secretariat requested all leaders to arrive immediately.

"Ugh, that annoying Golden Flash." Space Illya released Tenzan Lixiang and turned to the black giant. "Let's go, Berserker."

Standing on the giant's shoulder, she glanced at the Space Servant Emiya with disdain, while the Red Archer could only offer Tenzan Lixiang an apologetic smile before following behind.

"Your ears are red." Tenzan Lixiang muttered, gripping the prison bars. "Is she really this clingy in the Servant Universe?"

"The Supreme Realm? Interesting. While she's still weak, perhaps we can capture a decent specimen." The Cosmic Golden Emperor Gilgamesh tossed down his projection pen and sat atop the Golden Throne, looking down upon the leaders of all organizations.

"I know you lesser cultivators scheme behind each other's backs."

"But under these circumstances, reveal every hidden power you possess—bring me the heads of those World-Eaters."

"This task must be carried out by all. Those who succeed will be richly rewarded."

"Are you all insane?!" Space Illya Schvier slammed her fist on the table and stood up.

"What Sword Sect? What Holy Maiden? What reincarnation? This third-rate romance plot was obsolete in the Cosmic Federation's morning dramas 2,700 years ago!"

"Why are you taking this seriously?!"

The Cosmic Golden Emperor Gilgamesh fixed Space Illya with a cold gaze; golden ripples surged behind him, revealing countless treasures capable of destroying planets.

The black giant stepped forward, and the blade of his ship-cutting sword hummed with stellar-level energy.

"For the Einzbern clan's merit in opening the interstellar age, I pardon your disrespect—and I will overlook your existence and that dangerous unstable factor beside you, the Red Archer." The Cosmic Golden Emperor Gilgamesh said:

"Now, confess your love to that Red Archer. I wish to study your awakening pattern."

"You dare command me?!" A blue vortex appeared beside Space Illya. "Try it, tyrant—if you can!"

Tension flared; some Federation officials chose to withdraw. Though the Einzbern family had declined over the past millennia, their legacy and prestige remained.

The Cosmic Golden Emperor Gilgamesh was among the strongest in the universe, his power and authority at their peak.

Let them fight—it doesn't matter. Servants are soul-materialized; they don't truly perish. When time comes, they'll respawn randomly in the Servant Universe like game characters.

"Enough. Both of you, calm down."

A commanding voice rang out. A man wearing a crown appeared via holographic projection in the meeting chamber.

"Qin Shi Huang?" Gilgamesh sat back down. "Have your Immortal Qin expeditionary fleet returned?"

"Hahaha, the intelligence you sent over was most intriguing—World-Eaters from countless realms, an inverted Supreme Deity. To verify its truth, I have already launched preliminary offensives today." The Immortal Qin Qin Shi Huang laughed.

"The Terracotta Army fleet, capable of conquering the Solar System, has vanished entirely within Earth's Numerical Sea, Star Youjie, and other locations. Logically, such an initial universe should not possess such power."

"Thus, I ordered the Heibing Guard to observe the edge of this world's Solar System—and they discovered this."

A star map projected into the meeting hall.

Above the Solar System appeared a profoundly dark, vortex-like patch, its boundary cleaved by brilliant Bai Guang, with countless galaxies rotating within its bounds.

"What is this?!"

"A dimensional rift."

Radiant clouds drifted through the Non-Realm, the Pure and Impure Land of countless hues. Even Su Lin, who had grown strong enough to sever star rivers after merging another fragment of the Great Will, froze in place.

Within each different dimensional rift, one to five war machines—like black mountains—hung suspended in the sky.

Within Su Lin's own constructed dimensional rift, among the countless "copy rooms" where time and space were chaotically scattered, countless towering golden puppet figures and puppet warriors suddenly appeared.

As high-energy beams fired in unison, shredding the cloud sea, countless interstellar warships revealed small seal script. Banners, waved by terracotta warriors across the battlefield, bore the characters—

"Immortal Qin."

Su Lin stared blankly at the Terracotta Army fleet, whose aesthetic clashed utterly with his expectations. It took him a long moment to recover.

"Holy shit."

He rubbed his eyes, hoping this was just an optical illusion like in some movie scene.

When he opened them again, a massive black dragon forged of steel spat a crimson beam that pierced a planetary-scale air wall and shot into another copy room of the dimensional corridor.

Beyond the Solar System, a black warship, nearly the size of Earth, slowly emerged from subspace, its black banner fluttering through the cosmos.

Su Lin wondered if he had wandered into the wrong place—or if the protagonist on the other side had.

He scanned the scene: every unit was a standardized terracotta warrior puppet. No living beings existed on the ships or battlefield.

The Heaven-Blue Jade Void Sword appeared in his hand. He flicked a casual sword flourish, then rested it at his waist. Simultaneously, a swordmaster's spectral shadow merged with him.

Half a second later, an elliptical deep-blue sword aura erupted from the Solar System's location and shot outward.

(End of Chapter)

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