Chapter 50: Chapter Fifty: The Origin

“Could you do me a favor?”

This was an infinite void, where countless worlds and universes were born every second, and countless others vanished for reasons unknown.

Even the strongest being born within a single world found it nearly impossible to establish itself in this dimension beyond worldly concepts.

Some entities appeared only to pass through, using it as a path to cross between worlds.

The most exceptional among them could reveal themselves without concealment, unafraid of the gaze of other beings, placing themselves squarely within sight and cognition.

The supreme ones transcended all, looking down from above.

What entities lurked within this endless void—or endless matter—no one knew.

A man with black hair and golden eyes wore a plain white shirt and jeans, his messy hair resembling a bird’s nest, his eyes weary.

“Please, help me—for the sake of some past version of me who was your group friend.”

In this void beyond the world, there was no concept of distance.

In his eyes stood a celestial immortal, towering above concepts, beyond dimensions.

Even with his abilities, finding such a being was nearly impossible.

But not long ago, he felt being watched—watched across time and space, from beyond the world.

Unexpectedly, the watcher was himself.

And a group of people who should not exist in his memory.

A group laughed and chatted, eating hotpot and watching a play on a floating island.

I didn’t arrange this.

The man was startled—this scene was not part of the fixed script.

He had scripted many scenarios for his past self, seeking much amusement.

But this time…

He had no memory—another past version of himself was in a strange world, holding a strange bead, watching alongside others as he himself had orchestrated one grand drama after another.

This filled him with astonishment—how long had it been since such an unforeseen event occurred, as time flowed and eras changed?

“You…” The celestial immortal turned his gaze upon him, his voice piercing through layers of time and space.

With just one glance, everything he intended to do—its cause, its course, all reasons, its outcome—was laid bare before the immortal’s eyes.

“Lu Mingfei, are you certain you wish to do this?”

When he resonated his body, mind, and soul with his past self, this great being saw him too.

It was the gaze of someone traveling alongside another version of himself.

“I am a bound spirit, elevated above the future, unable to forget that bleak past.”

Lu Mingfei grew twin wings, his face covered in dense scales, divinity surging, dragon blood churning.

“I am the sole Fool King, raised by eons of time, upheld by all beings.”

His bones twisted, his human form vanished; his solidified spiritual power erupted from every cell of the creature before him.

“I am a pitiful worm who mocked the past, imagined change, yet was cruelly laughed at by the reality of memory!”

The creature’s body swelled at a speed defying fleshly laws, finally becoming a black dragon the size of a planet.

“I beg you—help me.”

It felt like an eternity—or merely a moment.

Ye Fan gently raised his hand, one finger pointing at the transformed black dragon; his power crossed infinite time and space, interfering with the dragon’s very conceptual domain.

The entire black dragon dissolved into light—every strand of flesh, every fragment of soul, every wisp of spirit collapsed and merged.

Finally,

After the ten-thousand-zhang radiance faded, an object beyond description appeared in Ye Fan’s hand.

Gradually, under the interference of immense power, the object transformed into a golden sphere engraved with a dragon pattern.

“A hundred thousand years of time, condensed into a single fruit.”

“Go.”

……

……

“Really.”

Click. Click.

Click. Click.

Lu Mingfei now wanted to use a cross-world talisman to return to his own world.

He couldn’t stay in this world anymore.

He couldn’t stay in any other world either.

“Interesting,” Zhongli murmured with a smile, having lived for millennia, rarely seeing such an amusing scene.

Emiya Shirou covered Illya’s eyes.

“Don’t treat me like a child!”

“It’s just a transformation scene…”

What a mental pollution.

“Thank you, Lu Mingfei, for proving to everyone that magical girls are real,” Su Lin no longer questioned why Lu Mingfei’s parallel world was so absurd.

How to put it?

The amusement was delivered—anything went.

Besides shattering his worldview and perception into a thousand pieces, it wasn’t bad, was it?

A beautiful girl with a star-tipped magic wand stood heroically atop the head of a rampaging hybrid, twirling her staff.

Her cheeks flushed, she pouted.

“Don’t ask who I am—leave this to me!”

The black-haired, golden-eyed magical girl flicked her wrist—the concrete before her shattered, yet her snow-white skin bore no mark.

“Thank you, fair lady,” Caesar bowed with gentlemanly grace.

“…” Chu Zihang stared at the girl, feeling he had seen her somewhere before.

“Come on, stop staring,” Caesar warned. “If you really like her, have the courage to ask for her contact info.”

“Though she still seems young, living in a magical girl fantasy,” Caesar paused, “she’s still a good girl.”

“The Board won’t approve—her bloodline is too high,” Chu Zihang said seriously.

"Shut up and get lost!" Lu Mingfei shrieked; a powerful gust of divine wind blasted Caesar and Chu Zihang away.

Her slightly rounded chest heaved with anger; she stomped her foot in a complete loss of dignity, instantly smashing a massive hole through the steel bridge.

“I never thought a big man could turn into a delicate, adorable girl just by holding a magic wand,” Su Lin reluctantly admitted—yet who wouldn’t adore the image of a black-haired, golden-eyed girl, especially someone like him, half a NEET?

Mind as clear as ice, even heaven collapsing brings no shock.

All things change, spirit calm and tranquil.

After so long, he finally felt something—and now it became his own black history.

Totally crushed.

Luckily, no one here can read minds—so long as no one knows, there’s no shame.

“Is your version of this world being tormented by some big shot’s twisted sense of humor?” Su Lin said, exasperated, ignoring the previous cross-dimensional battles and returning cultivators.

This kind of humor—transformations with clothes exploding and changing outfits—no way was this accidental.

“How should I know!” Lu Mingfei screamed, tears welling up—he was frozen in place by Ye Fan’s single finger pointed at his head, while Su Lin’s hand rested on Lu Mingfei’s wrist, under Han Li’s guidance, forcibly forcing Lu Mingfei’s Qi to keep flowing into the Great Expansion Pearl.

Such an amusing scene—and this guy actually wanted to shut it off.

Absolutely not letting him get away with it.