Chapter 372

Blue Star, Blue Star

The souls of billions of living beings within heaven and earth stirred together, surging upward against heaven with their greatest power, roaring with the most tragic fury, wrapped in sky-piercing malevolence, awakening from slumber.

"Kill!"

The soul force of all beings surged, roared, and thundered.

"Evil Heaven Dao!!!"

The Mad God took the brunt, raising his mad blade toward the luminous figure radiating heaven-and-earth might—but halfway there, he found himself alone; the ten-thousand-li phantom blade loomed overhead, neither able to strike nor retract.

The deafening voice and surging soul power vanished within moments.

"It's fine, you can keep going," Su Lin said with a kind smile. "It'll feel better if you swing down. Holding it in is painful. Besides, you can't break my defense."

"." Swing down again and get beaten up like last time? You think I'm stupid?

"Mr. Su Lin, I never expected you would truly revive us once more," the God of Time and Space appeared beside Su Lin to relieve the Mad God:

"Your aura and power are utterly different from before, and still growing stronger."

"This other form of heaven-and-earth might—I am deeply curious what you have endured these past years. But before that, if you require anything from us, please command."

He glanced at Chen Nan, held in the other's hand. The moment he did, he doubted his own eyes.

Chen Nan was still the same Chen Nan he had seen last time; though his aura was slightly more restrained and his power more refined, his strength, physique, and age had barely changed?!

"It's been a few months, right? About two months?"

Su Lin set Chen Nan down, shut off the furnace within him, and activated part of the Primordial Light's laws to link the Dimensional Corridor with this group—its maintainer and power source was him, sustaining their existence indirectly through this method.

"Briefly: recently, we had a misunderstanding with another world's Heaven Dao—let's call it Heaven Dao for now."

"Now, a group of powerful beings like you have come from the other side; their strongest is roughly equal to your world's Heaven Dao."

"But don't worry—I borrowed some power from another world's Creator God… well, call it Heaven Dao so you understand—and that power is growing rapidly, soon it'll be evenly matched with theirs."

"But my goal isn't to fight. I need you and the last group of cultivators to trap these powerful beings."

"God of Time and Space, I've created a Time Gate. Once you enter, take control as the Ruler of Time to alter the flow of time in the extradimensional realm."

"And of course, I won't make you work for free—I'll teach Chen Nan something. Want to learn sword art? The kind with a backward leap and sword qi."

Su Lin was explaining strange things, but the God of Time and Space had no other thoughts—his mind was filled entirely with what Su Lin had just said.

'Two months', 'the powerful beings on the other side are about equal to your world's Heaven Dao', 'another world's Heaven Dao', 'borrowed power from a Heaven Dao'

Welcome to the Simulation Universe: "Second Universe: Type-Moon Online," based on the Type-Moon universe from Japanese works, continuing some settings from "Zone: Seal Broken," using the background and partial settings of the online game "Dungeon & Fighter."

Friendly Reminder: Data acquired in "First Universe: Zone" cannot be inherited. Players who obtained True Heaven Dao Artifacts may apply to inherit them.

"Skip!"

Playing opening animation…

"Skip!"

Create personal character

Player ID: I am Su's Seventh, I am a big monkey who likes curly-haired baboons

Player ID too long and contains offensive terms

Player ID: Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang

Character creation successful. Sync current realm from the real world?

Inherit "True Heaven Dao Artifact: Yesterday Revisited"?

Enjoy your game. — Your faithful customer service, Kleine Mo Leidi, No. 9527

In the white void, a line of black font flashed by.

Resist unhealthy games, reject pirated games. Protect yourself, beware of scams. Moderate gaming sharpens the mind; excessive gaming harms the body. Schedule time wisely, enjoy a healthy life.

Darkness enveloped his entire body, followed by a chilling, soaking wetness—thick water pressure crushed him, yet his cultivation instantly synced with him.

Gurgling

After spitting out a few bubbles, Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang opened his eyes—he was falling toward the pitch-black abyss of the ocean floor, powerless to resist.

When light returned, Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang had passed through the lightless seabed; around him roared biting winds, white clouds swirled.

The ocean is in the sky?!

Before he could even be shocked, Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang flipped over in midair and regained control of his body.

He breathed free air, gazing at the Earth's never-before-seen ecosystem, spreading his arms as if to embrace the vast forest, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Simulation Universe! Your Emperor has returned!!!"

The moment he spoke, the player panel popped up automatically.

Guild: "Rumen Tianxia" has sent you a targeted invitation via a search item. Join this guild?

"Reject! I'd be insane to go there!"

He specifically hid his true body in a remote corner.

World Broadcast (Huangshan Zhenjun): If any cultivator sees Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang in the newbie channel, please privately message us of Rumen—we'll reward you handsomely.

Channel Broadcast (Su's Seventh): Just wait by the NPC blacksmith Emiya at the Elven Line. I don't believe he won't come to claim his newbie gear.

"Damn it! You're denying me a way out?!" Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang cursed like he'd seen a ghost: "Huangshan Da Sha, you deliberately put me last to collect my helmet just for this?!"

Seeing the quest prompt before him, he gritted his teeth and flew straight toward the high-level dungeon outside the map: "Multiverse Battlefield."

They say even the weakest monsters there are Eighth Rank Xuan Sheng?

Who says open-world games require doing newbie quests?! Do I even care about your crappy newbie gear?

Moments later, watching the players constantly entering battle and the battlefield's occasional flashes of radiant artifacts, Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang pulled out a talisman bearing mysterious symbols.

"Foolish! I've got a True Heaven Dao Artifact!! Just spam it, hahaha!! Uh—"

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang's triumphant laugh choked off like his throat was clamped shut.

Directly above him, a girl with orange-red hair descended from the sky, followed by

"Holy shit?!"

Countless warship wrecks fell like meteors.

"Yesterday!!!"

"Senior."

Tenzan Lixiang, hearing the call, stirred drowsily from sleep—before her eyes was not the familiar ceiling.

"Mashu," she replied, puzzled, to the familiar voice.

"Great!" came a joyful voice; before her appeared a snowman with white hair and red eyes.

Tenzan Lixiang shot upright from bed, tense, staring at the snowman and probed:

"Mashu?"

The snowman removed its oversized humanoid head, revealing within a girl with pale purple hair.

Mashu exclaimed excitedly: "You're finally awake! We hired the best priest in this city to cleanse the negative sword aura buff from your body."

"What's with this outfit?" Tenzan Lixiang now noticed she was in a finely decorated, ancient-style room—Chinese-style bed, porcelain, orchids—all decor as if she had returned to antiquity:

"Where are we?"

"This is the Zhoutian Elvin Defense Line. You've been asleep for nearly half a month," Mashu said:

"Time flows differently here, so I don't know how long has passed in the outside world."

"Let's go have breakfast first. For all these days, Senior, you've been sustained only by intravenous fasting fluid."

"Fasting Pill?" Tenzan Lixiang murmured blankly. "Where are everyone? Where did they go?"

"Only Mr. Merlin, Master Sanzang, Senior Jie Chuzi, and we were rescued by Mr. Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang. No word yet on the others," Mashu said, then hurriedly added:

"I'm sorry—Senior must have countless questions, right?"

"I'll tell you everything that's happened these past few days. For now, please just come with me."

Tenzan Lixiang nodded. Though bewildered, she followed Mashu's lead and got out of bed. She glanced at the dressing mirror beside her—her reflection wore a luxurious palace gown.

"Extradimensional pottery jar, produced by Ye Zhetian Trading Co.! Starts at 1 Bright Coin—guaranteed not empty! Risk it all, turn your bicycle into a flying vessel! Legendary artifacts, imperial weapons, mythic relics, legendary treasures—items that can be taken out of the simulation universe await you!"

"Produced by Infinite Fire Realm! Top-tier life spirit herbs—buy one, get one free! Same recipe, same taste!"

"Silver-scale breastplate, Blue quality."

"Essential for next dungeon: Ruins Fairy, Time Angel, Mr. Light, Rock King Emperor Puppet—all starting at 5 Bright Coins! Hey, player, you may not have a tool, but if you dare lick, I'll call the Peacekeeping Squad."

"New guild 'Zuowang Dao' recruiting! No class restrictions, no residency requirements, no gender restrictions, no race restrictions—only requirement: IQ test score over 120."

Tenzan Lixiang sat at a street-side outdoor restaurant, watching people come and go—strange, even bizarre individuals hawking wares she couldn't understand.

At that moment, a cyber-styled girl brought a steaming bowl of ramen to the square table before them.

"Your Mechanical Minotaur Ramen—just kidding, it's Wild Bull Ramen."

"Thank you."

Tenzan Lixiang didn't get the joke's humor—her mind was still fixed on what Mashu had just told her.

That day, their ship had been forcibly driven by Gilgamesh toward a dimensional rift, then encountered a blade storm mid-journey—said to be guarded by a sword saint clad in a black trench coat wielding a great sword, screening the worthy to enter this place.

Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang

After Mashu woke and recognized him, he mistook them for "new players" and brought them to this city near the defense line.

These past days, Master Sanzang, Mr. Merlin, and others went to the "beginner dungeon" near the dimensional gate, serving as support roles or power-levelers, helping some "players" slay goblins, minotaurs, and other fantasy beasts to earn Tenzan Lixiang's medical fees.

Through the intelligence gathered these days, they suspected these "players," the NPCs mentioned by players, and even these extradimensional spaces all originated from the New World.

"A piece of Immortal Qin flag material is only worth 10 Bright Coins? Wasn't it 15 yesterday?"

"More powerful beings joined the brick-laying, and the Immortal Qin army increased yesterday—so the price dropped, naturally."

"Sigh, fine, fine—I can buy ten revival coins again. I'm sick of this weak state."

A man wearing a snowman headpiece but dressed in modern clothing walked over and sat across from Tenzan Lixiang:

"You're awake? To save you, this NPC, I got exposed and chased halfway across the Dimensional Corridor by those crazy Confucians—I only just teleported back from Heaven City the day before yesterday."

He lifted the snowman headpiece, then immediately lowered it again.

"Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang—the reincarnation of that Confucian sage?" Tenzan Lixiang's eyes flickered with fear; she instinctively glanced at Mashu and her own abdomen.

"Don't bring up that movie setup! Outside the simulation, I've been forcibly bound to Confucianism because of this trope—forced to absorb their arts daily. Now my peers all assume I'm half a Confucian. Damn," Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang groaned, clutching the headpiece—but then rallied himself.

"I've spoken with Miss Mashu. I heard you want to stop this world from being devoured, so you're heading to the central core of Earth to investigate the truth? Looks like I've found a hidden quest." Kuang Dao Kuangdao Sanlang slammed the table.

"I take this quest!"

Tenzan Lixiang dropped her chopsticks on the table. "What?"

Weigong Shilang, a student at Sōgunhara High School.

Though orphaned as a child due to certain events, he was fortunately adopted by the kind Weigong couple.

His adoptive parents were often away on business overseas, so only he, his sister Iriya, Sera, and Lizlitt lived together in a modest house.

In the morning, Weigong Shilang woke from sleep, completed light exercise, then went downstairs to fetch ingredients from the fridge to prepare breakfast.

For some reason, his cooking skills had recently skyrocketed—even Sera, who sought to control her weight, abandoned dieting, though the resulting weight gain was always blamed on him.

Sandwich, vegetable salad, bacon and fried eggs—the breakfast was relatively simple.

"Morning, Shilang," Lizlitt descended the staircase in disheveled pajamas; Sera hurried after her, pulling up her clothes to prevent further exposure.

"Good morning, Lizlitt, Sera." Weigong Shilang set down his chopsticks and walked up the staircase, passing through the second-floor corridor to the room at the very end.

Knock knock knock

He knocked lightly—no response came from within.

Weigong Shilang sighed helplessly, opened the door, and said: "Iri…"

The door opened—no bed, no girl's bedroom, no girl—only piles of clutter. A beam of sunlight pierced through the glass, swirling with drifting dust.

He stood frozen, staring into the room, utterly bewildered by the sight.

After a moment, he slowly closed the door and descended the staircase to ask the two already eating at the living room table:

"Liz, Sera, where is Illya?"

"Illya?" Sera, eating a sandwich, asked in confusion: "Who is Illya?"

"Haha... that joke isn't funny. She's Kiritsugu and Mom's biological daughter, my sister Illya." Weigong Shilang forced a smile, memories of the past few days' anomalies flashing through his mind:

"Illyasviel von Einzbern."

"Does Shilang want a sister?" Lizlit tilted her head and said, "If you really need one, you can treat me as your sister."

This remark naturally angered Sera, who loved to scold, and began today's first morning lecture.

But only Weigong Shilang stood on the escalator, his hands and feet growing colder, his lips pale as if deprived of blood.

Do you want to find her?

Who?!

Do you want to find her?

A strange voice echoed beside Weigong Shilang's ear—phantom-like, yet constantly appearing before his eyes.

Find whom?

Illyasviel von Einzbern, erased from this planet's history.

(End of Chapter)