Chapter 595: Stabbing Your Brother Twice

For most New Yorkers, since the Day of Divine Descent, daily life had begun to crumble.

The world had grown surreal, its bizarre imagery leaving them unable to tell whether they lived in dream or reality.

Since the boundary was blurred, they could only cling to habit—sleeping faithfully at night, waking each morning with hazy memories.

Perhaps it was a nightmare, but occasionally there were moments of salvation, of encouragement from others.

"Roar—!"

In the night sky, demonic beasts bellowed and screamed.

The "Golden Light" spread across the city, bringing no sense of holiness or grandeur—on the contrary, a season-defying cold surged upward, as if revealing the world's true face.

"The Feast of the God-Eaters!"

"The ultimate thunder—Mjölnir!!!"

"Descend, Sea of Serpents!"

The extradimensional realm invaded reality; ancient fallen demon gods reappeared in myth, and the aged Thunder God swung his divine hammer in a mad frenzy.

Though the Reincarnator understood that Servants in the Holy Grail War possessed Noble Phantasms, this was Marvel.

Could this place even summon Servants with Noble Phantasms?

And why did they still keep the combat rule that you had to shout aloud to unleash full power? What was the point?

Inside the phased space, the tattooed man watched powerful beings from countless civilizations besieging the golden-hued demonic city, his sense of absurdity growing stronger.

Had it not been for his indiscriminate assault on New York, seeking to erase everyone, he likely would not have drawn such a level of siege.

Yet even so, he felt no joy whatsoever.

The golden-haired man, commanding his legion and sipping red wine from his golden throne, watched the spectacle with quiet amusement.

According to the character logic of the Day of Divine Wrath, he might already have reached the "Flowing" stage.

Provided that.

That man was truly Reinhard.

The tattooed man's bookmark flew out without wind, landed on the ground, and ignited spontaneously.

From the erupting flames stepped a red-robed figure, who instinctively gazed toward the exterior of the folded phased space.

The golden-haired man smirked, elegantly tilting his head to evade the assassination weapon thrown by Doctor Strange.

Falas furrowed her brows for a moment, then turned to face the trio of Reincarnators, asking:

"What have you uncovered?"

"." The thin girl hidden beneath the Kamala Temple robe stared blankly to the side—at the small notebook in the tattooed man's hand.

"We summoned the serpent god Set, had him ally with other Servants, and exploited the opportunity to create this extradimensional pocket space."

As the tattooed man explained the sequence of events, he glanced at the small notebook in his hand and said: "Then we used this conceptual rule-based item."

According to intelligence from other Reincarnators, if the opponent was Reinhard from the world of the Day of Divine Wrath, he must possess the desire known as "Love of Destruction."

An overwhelming longing to love "humanity," to grant equal praise to all beings who could never reach him.

As expected, the shallow to mid-level desires displayed by the "Narrative of Desire" item confirmed: this was not that Reinhard, but someone deliberately impersonating him.

"These are the traces of desires he had contemplated many times."

The tattooed man handed over the narrative book.

Falas did not touch it; instead, she made the book hover midair, allowing it to automatically list its recorded information:

【Want the monkey to revive quickly.】

Facing this nonsensical information, Falas silently continued reading.

【Once the monkey revives, force him to rebel again.】

【Find an excuse to make Yang Jian openly revolt against Heaven, storm the celestial court—he's been too quiet lately, no defiance, no disobedience.】

【Figure out a way to make Nezha betray Heaven.】

【Best if the monkey, Yang Jian, and Nezha all grow discontent with me and Heaven, rise up together, and drag the reincarnated sages into it—ignite a great war across the Three Realms, so I can, under the pretense of state affairs, dispatch heavenly troops to watch the live broadcast.】

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Falas glanced at the three Reincarnators, who looked like their brains had overloaded—so this was a Heavenly Emperor from some world?

In terms of identity, he seemed impressive, but such mythic figures had infinite possible variations across any dimension of the Void.

"There's more," the thin girl murmured.

Falas gestured with her finger—the pages turned automatically:

【Luxi and Adam aren't at odds—they actually get along well. How do I make Luxi rebel from Heaven?】

【Yuanshi abandoned his three teachings and ran off—I'm noting this. When he fills the Doulou Palace, I'll confiscate it all—excuse: the monkey stole and ate it.】

【Find a chance to set fire to Yan Di's harem.】

【Collect fragments of the First Heaven.】

【Anyone online? Send me some Taiyi's Provencal stewed chaos.】

【The witch's flavor is quite good.】

【Figure out how to sew up Ashtaroth's mouth.】

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One had to admit, these random terms and the information density were indeed... complicated.

"This item is quite impressive," Falas murmured, staring at one line amid the chaotic data stream, her expression surprised:

"One of the fragmented Law branches manifested after the High-Dimensional Omniscient Authority shattered."

"Huh?" The thin girl was astonished, then grinned triumphantly:

"I told you my scavenging skills are top-notch! I can even trigger these thoughts, making the target dizzy with impulse and blindly act on them!"

As she spoke, she reached out with a hint of boastfulness, aiming to pick up the "Narrative of Desire" for demonstration.

"The authority of desire comes from some Abyss Demon; infiltrating it only lowers the item's quality by reducing restrictions."

Fala brushed a strand of hair from her right ear and said, "If one of those powerhouses discovers you, he can turn it back on you."

The thin girl retracted her hand awkwardly. "Then is this person a Reincarnator?"

"Didn't you say the Creator and the Three Pure Ones also took part in this Holy Grail War?"

Fala closed her narrative journal and walked toward the outside of the phase space.

"He must be one of the initiators of the Holy Grail War, but the mythological origins are confused—this role is definitely an disguise."

It seemed this transaction could be completed sooner; she could take her reward and leave this dimension.

"Mythological origins. The Creator. Also mixed into the 2D world?" The tattooed man wiped sweat from his forehead; he was about to speak when he noticed the space beginning to collapse:

"Wait, what are you doing?!"

Under the astonished gazes of the three Reincarnators, Fala—without leaking any power—forcibly opened a channel linking the external dimension to reality, slowly stepping out from the shattered phase space.

Thunder breathed in rhythm, golden skeletons coalescing into an ocean of souls, lingering in the endless chain of death and resurrection.

Sudden intruders were not rare; even this ethereal, heavenly-haired red-haired woman drew no special attention—everyone remained focused on combat and chaos.

But strangely, any energy or physical attack aimed at Fala vanished like mud sinking into the sea.

"Already impatient?" Fala murmured to herself.

A restless, impatient emotion surged from deep within; her long-lashed eyes lowered, and from the library—only visible to her, dyed crimson by magical energy—she pulled out a book woven from cosmic laws.

By normal standards, such power should not exist at this stage.

With her current personal abilities, she could only rely on the power of the Ultimate Law to protect herself in this battle.

But she would soon learn the truth about that pocket watch; so it didn't matter if her friend blurred time entirely.

【Psychic Ability: Telekinesis】

Not psychokinesis, but a hypothetical ability that influences and controls matter through mental or psychological activity—consciousness directly affects the reality system's energy.

"Erase."

Her crimson lips parted; reality, as if struck by a word-spell, began to rewrite itself.

As if an invisible, intangible air-bomb had struck the battlefield, erasing all supernatural forces within Fala's field of vision.

The endless chain of death and resurrection snapped abruptly; a path opened through the golden sea toward the Golden Throne.

Seizing the moment, the other combatants reacted and launched their techniques toward the stunned figure upon the Golden Throne.

A vast, insubstantial serpent revealed its true form—a primordial god containing entire cosmic dimensions; it gathered all 777 Serpent Crowns and chanted to fuse every Serpent Crown across the multiverse.

Boom—the night sky shimmered with waves; the evil, grotesque serpent's maw raised tidal waves, while the ancient ruler, the Thunder God, responded by summoning Lei Ting.

Yet it seemed some force was subtly influencing things.

Almost—every attack, every power, even if all combatants unleashed their full strength—always fell just short of delivering a fatal blow.

Not long after, the golden soul-sea returned, and the opponent's terrifying suppression returned once more.

"These are all powers forged by altering cosmic laws, and you exert an origin-level suppression over beings born in this world."

Fala spoke before the opponent could, revealing the true nature of this battle.

"You can see it?"

The man with wild golden hair, leaning on his chin, regarded her with keen interest—but before he could speak, a cold, disdainful voice interrupted:

"A tasteless disguise." Fala scanned the opponent and asked:

"Is the purpose of your Holy Grail War to hunt Reincarnators and collect fragments of the First Heaven?"

That was truly surprising.

"Hardcore has arrived."

Su Lin sent a message in the chat group.

When participating in the conspiracy between the Reincarnation Space and the First Heaven, Su Lin had already considered this possibility.

Though this freeloading maneuver was done secretly, the other side might not remain blind to it.

He hadn't expected them to arrive so fast—was it because the cooperation had been canceled?

There was no time to think or judge; the cold, stunning woman with bright crimson-gold eyes had already launched a terrifying assault in an instant.

【Demon Art Formula: Apocalypse Red Dragon】

The world shattered; searing breath filled the heavens; two grotesque, phantom wings slowly unfurled; all other effective energies in the universe transformed into thermal energy, condensing into molten lava cascading downward.

The unfortunate serpent shrieked; even diving into the Serpent Sea within a dimensional world could not save it from being dragged into the catastrophe.

It was draining all energy across the multiverse?!

All of this happened faster than lightning; if this weren't his home turf, Su Lin would have chosen to avoid its edge.

"World..."

"Become my Wang Guan."

Hidden beneath the Great Holy Grail at the Earth's Dragon Vein nexus point in the multiverse, Su Lin slowly opened his eyes, synchronizing with the manifested avatar of the Heroic Spirit from the Source Vortex.

Thus, the golden-haired figure took a single, effortless step forward.

Discarding the elaborate stage, shedding the golden beast template woven from cosmic laws, he ascended the true Divine Throne by the authority of the Source!

"Tonight, all things shall sleep in peace."

His finger traced the air; a rune rapidly extended, weaving itself into the fabric of the world.

The universe began expanding infinitely; heat dissipated into cold stillness; the crimson glow on the monstrous Red Dragon's silhouette faded swiftly, skipping the Heat Death phase entirely, embracing its final destiny.

"So he is the true Creator."

She whispered softly: "Illusion."

A spell resembling the Mirror World of Kamar-Taj appeared—but this time, it truly shattered sky, ocean, and earth into a kaleidoscope of fractured fragments.

Simultaneously, the separated space fragments were filled with Illusion, forming independently a false world indistinguishable from the original.

Visible were the world illusions entangled with Lei Ting's Kuangdao Bawang blade, the Great Luo Sword Embryo wreathed in immortal qi and divine light, countless terrifying sword rays severing karmic ties, and nine massive dragon corpses dragging a bronze ancient coffin.

The allies' various techniques and attacks were briefly engulfed.

Although a sword ray and a deep blue longsword immediately split the woman with crimson-gold eyes in two, her form was gradually dissolving into particles.

"My goal is only to uncover the truth behind this Holy Grail War, and incidentally gather some intelligence as proof—I have no intention of opposing you."

Within the Golden City, at the same moment, Fa La stepped out from a condensed illusion of light, speaking in a tone of factual statement and reassurance.

"Are you also a Reincarnator?"

She frowned slightly, then turned away with her hands behind her back, dodging a knight's kick of light and shadow: "That's a bit strange."

"That's enough, you two."

Her gaze turned to the figures before the hall, suddenly—

Locked onto Yi Leina.

"Why on you?"

Her tone and voice turned abruptly icy.

She did not even turn to look at the figure behind her wielding the Tianqing Yu Xu Sword, but fixed her eyes on the wary Yi Leina and uttered two words:

"Ash Illusion."

All false concepts throughout the universe were forcibly stripped away by some immense power, including Fa La's illusory avatar meant to deceive others—her true location was now fully exposed.

Her form materialized in midair, gazing at the Golden Hall, where the illusion had vanished, revealing Yi Leina clad in a luxurious purple robe.

Ignoring all attacks rushing toward her.

"Su Lin."

Her voice was quiet, but in an instant, the Kuangdao Bawang blade, crossing karmic links, suddenly reversed direction and slashed toward Shi Hao, who had just arrived.

(End of Chapter)