Chapter 370

Su Lin: image

Su Lin: "Guys, get ready to bail."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Just a few terracotta warriors—no big deal."

Su Lin: "I still have a few terracotta warriors carrying single-person nukes. Want to try them out?"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "?"

Ye Fan: "That flag says 'Immortal Qin'? Are you kidding us?"

Su Lin: "I just cut through a hundred and eight Immortal Qin destroyers with one slash. Outside the solar system, there's a planet-sized black ice observation vessel. I'm starting to suspect this isn't Type-Moon at all—it's some multiversal fanfic. Soon, some multiversal Immortal Qin Emperor or Immortal Qin Grand Master is gonna come crawling through the internet to wreck me."

Lu Mingfei: "I must not be awake. I'll go back to sleep. Holy shit, who just elbowed me in reality?!"

Han Li: "Sorry, Lu, I moved a bit too fast taking off my headset."

Song Shuhang: "Immortal Qin? Does Type-Moon even have this setting…?"

In the current FGO timeline, the Qin anomaly only had the Emperor build an orbital Great Wall—what the hell is this planet-scale fleet?

Kleine: "I just asked Nyarlathotep. It's not a multiversal Immortal Qin—it's the Servant Universe's Qin Shi Huang."

Kleine: "All the Servant Universe factions have shown up: the Cosmic Golden Emperor, the Immortal Qin Emperor, the Dark Round Table Knights… that sort of thing."

Su Lin: "Definitely not a multiversal Immortal Qin?"

Kleine: "Those Outer Gods tried entering the Servant Universe before. Failed."

Han Li: "The entire Servant Universe? Looks like things have gotten serious."

Li Huowang: "Hey? Isn't being misunderstood by the Suppression Force and the World already a big deal?"

Ye Fan: "So long as it's confined to the solar system, it's not a big deal. Someone else will always take the blame when the sky falls."

Ye Fan: "But Su Lin, can you handle this? This is a whole-universe-level event. Add in your universe's Lin and the guy with the Infinity Gauntlet—roughly speaking, it's equivalent to a Forbidden Zone."

Weigong Shilang: "Friends, given how huge this is, shouldn't we…?"

The situation is too chaotic. Upon hearing the Servant Universe is involved, Weigong Shilang begins considering retreating for now.

Su Lin: "Forbidden Zone? When you carry a weapon, the will to kill arises. I'm going straight to the Source—Jesus can't stop me!!!"

Su Lin: "Who stands atop the Immortal Path? When you meet the Primordial Dao, all becomes emptiness!"

Hourai Mountain Kaguya: "So this is what you meant by forcing the OP guy into a second transformation?"

Lu Mingfei: "From how things look now, this isn't even desperation, let alone a second transformation. Like last time with Su Ma Bao Bei… wait, Primordial?!!"

Kleine: "Weigong Shilang, maybe consider moving to another world?"

Ye Fan: "Knowing how OP he is, he's definitely holding more cards."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "1"

Zi Jin Shen Long: "1"

Yi Leina: "1"

Song Shuhang: "Stop the spam! +"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "By the way, anyone wanna visit my world to watch me take on Yunlan Sect again? No membership required."

Song Shuhang: "."

Song Shuhang: "Senior Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan…"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan: "Fine, suddenly I'm bored. I'll bother Yunshan another day."

On Yunlan Sect's grounds, Yunshan, who had been unsettled by the disappearance of several Dou Wangs and Hun Dian emissaries, suddenly felt the gloom in his heart lift. His brow relaxed slightly as he summoned Yun Yun to investigate Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan.

Three hours later.

Announcement: Raid starts at 8 PM tomorrow.

After notifying everyone, Su Lin changed his game ID to "Primordial Dao Emperor" and reinforced the dimensional corridor's spatial barrier.

As fragments of the Great Will continuously coalesced, Su Lin gained greater power. New laws and techniques from other worlds appeared in his mind: besides his previous slash technique, there were many spells and martial arts, like a backward jump with sword qi.

But those fragments didn't vanish after absorption—they merely gathered inside Su Lin, accumulating chaotic, numerous memories without forming any independent consciousness.

He clearly sensed many Primordial Lights slowly settling within him. As this power accumulated, he grew ever more aware of the original owner of this power—the Great Will.

From an initial faint impression, now he could perceive the entity sleeping in an unimaginably distant place.

According to the system item's description, using this item yields only two outcomes: either you cannot bear the accumulated fragments and abandon them, or the fragments reach a critical mass and awaken the owner.

The first option gives you some leeway, since you're currently using a clone.

The second is like waking Karosu up for breakfast—breakfast being this pile of fragments gathered and delivered to his doorstep.

There's actually a third option: actively sail toward the girl you've longed for, to make up for the regrets of your youth.

If I get the chance, after seeing her this time…

"I should've just turned and walked away back then—why the hell did I save her?! Fuck!" Su Lin cursed, shaping a series of "divine weapons" directly from the design schematics in his mind, then suddenly said with a strange expression:

"Isn't this state just a low-spec version of the Heavenly Will?"

Only this time, it's not burning the CPU—it's burning me whole.

"You wouldn't listen when I tried to explain—fine, whatever." Su Lin conjured a Reinforcement Furnace and tossed the weapons he'd shaped—like the Flowing Starfall Blade and the Twin Dragon Phantom Sword—into it:

"If you want thrills, see them through to the end. Worst case, I abandon this clone, take this planet, and run—then give your entire universe a 'Great Shift' to snap you out of it."

"Extreme Weaponry, Killing Intent Waves… and Priest skills—need to organize these. Why does this template only have experience and skills, no weapon sets?!"

"At least give me a set of the Soul Devouring series."

Su Lin muttered to himself, using this method to sort through the chaotic wills churning in his mind—then suddenly stopped.

Soul Devouring Set

Doesn't it include something that devours Source Weapons?

Nah, the name's bad luck. Forget it.

"Soul Devouring? Are you finally ready to face your true identity?" Kleine appeared beside Su Lin: "By the way, give me a Sky Set too—my old dream."

"Just dye the angel wings black and wear them yourself." Su Lin glanced at the serene woman named 'bb' smiling behind Kleine and said, "Hi Nyaari, glad to see you here. Would you like some afternoon tea?"

'bb', or rather Nyarlathotep in her true form, was clearly drawn in by those words:

"The power of dimensions—no, you're not. This aura and power… is it the great will of another universe, or did you devour Him?"

Su Lin paused, then laughed. "Guess."

"Alright, Mr. Van Gogh and ladies," Kleine interrupted the others' speculations and smiled at 'bb' and the Cthulhu Servants:

"All feasts must come to an end. We've enjoyed our time together today. I hope our next meeting will be just as pleasant."

"Mr. Su Lin, please open the Dimensional Corridor and send them to the location of the Chaldea Master—beyond the Solar System."

Su Lin cooperated with Kleine to open the door of the dimensional rift. Several unfathomable beings bowed to Kleine and took their leave, until the final few departed as if they had merely come for a visit.

Kleine waved farewell to them, watching as they stepped into the pure white doorway.

"Don't tell me you really can't tell what they think of you," Su Lin said coolly beside him, shaping several redwood-inlaid-gold treasure chests and placing the weapons inside one by one:

"Oh, I forgot—you used to work in IT. You only needed to follow the 996 schedule, not deal with office politics."

"I'm not mocking you. After all, we were both much the same. The train of the times rolls forward—we were both just fuel."

"Maybe there's some deeper factor involved. Honestly, I think that possibility is a bit too far-fetched." Kleine pulled a tray from the air:

"Because it was too delicious, I accidentally ate it all. So please make do with a historical projection—after all, you like deceptive meals."

Su Lin took a piece of osmanthus cake and popped it into his mouth. Kleine altered the projection to make it real, then passed the exquisitely carved wooden tray behind him. "Weigong Shilang, want a piece?"

"Why is it 'xianxia' again?" Weigong Shilang picked up a piece, tasted it, narrowed his eyes, and exclaimed:

"So fragrant! Smells like it's loaded with honey, but not overly sweet."

"No—it's perfectly balanced, yet sweeter than normal sweetness. This must be food made specially for someone."

"You can tell that? Are you a monster?" Kleine shook his head, praising, "No wonder you're the Crown Cookie."

"Alright, first batch done." Su Lin placed the designed items into the treasure chests, then pointed his left finger upward, drawing a long arc across the sky.

With a faint glow trailing a whitish tail, like unzipping a zipper, hundreds or even thousands of honeycomb-like mirrors appeared on the sky's curtain.

He cast these dim or radiant treasure chests into them—countless meteors streaking across this world's heavens, hurtling toward vast lands of green mountains and clear waters, deserts and wastelands, white clouds and mountain fields, dark dense forests, and other diverse scenes.

"Are you ready?" Kleine asked Weigong Shilang. "You don't really need to sign a contract with Alaya. Handing it over to us is fine too."

"Hehehe." Su Lin suddenly laughed, then shook his head. "Sorry, carry on."

No one knew if he was laughing at the current situation—or at Alaya's deep obsession with "Emiya."

"Maybe because I'm impatient," Weigong Shilang smiled. "And didn't you say, Kleine? Some things are always above others."

Weigong Shilang's original plan was to resolve everything from the Fifth Holy Grail War, so his friends could live happy, stable ordinary lives on this timeline.

Then he could pursue what he truly wanted in other worlds, unburdened.

"This is what they mean by plans failing to keep up with change—though this change is a bit extreme." Weigong Shilang looked at the Dimensional Corridor Su Lin had created, and handed over a faint blue glow containing stored information. He smiled:

"It can't get any worse. I'll be a little selfish, and make a bit of a racket, borrowing your authority."

"Good use of the idiom. Don't use it again." Su Lin took the glow, absorbed its information, and said:

"I really want to go watch a new movie version. But never mind—I'll buy this memory from you when you come back, if you're willing."

"The Dongmu love story didn't even get many episodes before turning into this."

Weigong Shilang: "I've wanted to say this for a long time, Su Lin… why don't you go find someone to date? You're probably—"

Moments later.

Using the beacon provided by Alaya, Su Lin, with Kleine's help, gently "placed" the sleeping Weigong Shilang into another timeline.

Then he continued his busy work. "That Sequence 0—make some clones to act as NPCs."

"What else do you plan to do?" Kleine asked, expressionless.

"Didn't you say the Servant Universe's army has already entered your Dimensional Corridor and Dimensional Labyrinth?"

"It's only a matter of time before they reach this Earth you've stacked in another dimension. Just trap them—why would you still want to give them equipment?"

"The Servants of the Servant Universe are already like players—they can't truly be killed and respawn randomly. I advise you not to make things harder for yourself."

Su Lin ignored him and kept making pillars, extracting certain fragmented memories from within himself, and using spacetime laws to reconstruct the scene of the Arad Continent.

"Of course—I'll charge straight into the Root with a locomotive, and use your mouth as an apology." Su Lin turned to Song Shuhang and King Dou Dou, who had just stepped out of Wangshu Pavilion, and spoke:

"Has White Zunzhe returned? Of course, I'm not concerned about that—this task is yours, Shuhang."

"Go get some fuel. This train to the new era needs players."

"Not yet returned, but don't worry—if everyone hears a new beta server has opened, they'll rush over in no time." Song Shuhang patted his chest and assured, "I'll be back soon."

"Wait—I just remembered another task for you." Su Lin pulled out a metallic sphere and handed it to King Dou Dou, then gave a thumbs-up.

"Huangshan Zhenjun is the group admin, right? Let him post the announcement—it'll be easier. Helmets are plentiful. Go."

"Woof! Boss, leave it to me!" King Dou Dou vanished, using the auxiliary permission interface of the "Fourth Catastrophe Simulation Device."

"." Su Lin turned to Song Shuhang and smiled. "Did you spread it?"

"I'm innocent, Senior Su Lin!" Song Shuhang chuckled nervously, but seeing Su Lin's smile, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine and hurried to explain:

"Bai Qian likes to read the chat logs of the Multiverse Chat Group. Sometimes Bai Qian even speaks himself—I just relay his messages."

"Bai Qian thought this title was amusing, so he told Dou Dou!"

"Oh." Su Lin understood.

"I see. No problem. Jokes among friends are normal. As long as everyone's happy."

"By the way, Shuhang—what do you think this game is still missing?"

Song Shuhang wiped sweat silently, exasperated by Su Lin's double standards:

"I think… it's payment channels."

(End of Chapter)