Chapter 142: Oberon

Going to sea wasn't a spur-of-the-moment idea, but something he'd had in mind long before.

Going to sea wasn't to become the Pirate King, nor to chase some great treasure "ONE PIECE", but simply because he wanted to see the world beyond the Fairy Kingdom.

From Vivian's earlier account, this Lostbelt's worldview and history were both simple and easy to understand.

A meteor streaked by.

The earth vanished.

The planet's surface turned into the Sea of Nothingness.

No matter how much darkness and filth the creation process hid, Britain is the only land floating on this Endless Sea; beyond the islands there is nothing. To the extent that before Britain Island appeared, Albion's Dragon had no choice.

That super lifeform that had existed since Earth's birth, the Pure-blood Dragon possessing 4.6 billion years of life information—

Could only keep flying over the Endless Sea until its strength ran out and it died.

Just hearing such a description was enough to let one imagine what a tragic scene it must have been.

Xia Zhi was very curious at the time, wanting to witness with his own eyes what the Sea of Nothingness beyond the islands was like.

Moreover, even though he already knew the land beneath his feet represented the entire world, not verifying it personally still wouldn't do; it wasn't that he suspected Vivian was hiding something, just that time flies, and perhaps some new changes had occurred outside?

This was also something that couldn't be determined for certain.

After all, the Great Collapse occurred in Fairy Calendar Year 12000, and now it's already Fairy Calendar Year 4000.

—If the world truly only has Britain Island left, him ruling as king here wouldn't be much of a problem.

—But if the world isn't only Britain Island, and outside new ecologies, civilizations, and orders have arisen over the long ages, then that's another matter entirely.

To avoid being a frog in a well, Xia Zhi thought it very necessary to go personally measure things, to see if after the Great Collapse that ravaged the planet, and after eight thousand more years, the outside environment had undergone any changes.

Measurement was to be done, but as for the specific method of measurement…

That was another question entirely.

After serious thought, Vivian proposed a new idea; she thought they could prepare more thoroughly, and make this exploration more valuable, at least not just simply going out to take a look.

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Returned to the top floor of the high tower.

Atop this building symbolizing the Fairy Kingdom's current highest seat of power, the golden-haired girl explained to Xia Zhi in great detail.

"The magecraft I possess, if systematically classified, mainly falls into four major categories: 'Mirror', 'Tower', 'Court', and 'Coffin'…" she narrated leisurely.

"First is 'Mirror' — this is magecraft concerning spacetime transfer, encompassing not only spatial navigation but also the domain of time travel; judging from the current situation, Mash Kyrielight was most likely caught in the backlash of this magecraft cast by my future self, and sent back to this era…"

"After all, I often use this move to handle Calamities; just wait until a large amount of Calamity aura gathers together, then use this magecraft to directly transfer them through spacetime, package them up and throw them into past history…"

Speaking here, Vivian couldn't help but pause.

She noticed the young man before her twitch his eyebrow, revealing a subtle expression, and she too became slightly embarrassed, opening her mouth to explain:

"Mainly because this strategy really works well; for the future, past history has the Fantasy Tree's operation and simulation, so deviations and blurriness are permitted — sending Calamities back to the past can dispose of them very easily without causing too much influence…"

"You should have seen it too; when Mash Kyrielight fell from the sky that day, only she herself came down, no Calamity came with her. But theoretically, she should have just been caught in the backlash — the actual transferred subject ought to have been the Calamity…"

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"I understand."

Xia Zhi considered for a moment, then nodded very understandingly: "I can understand, Vivian, you continue."

Taking a deep breath, the girl didn't dwell on it, but continued: "As for 'Tower', actually regarding the Great Magic of the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad, besides direct attack uses, it can also be used to fix the world itself…"

"When the time is right, I will remove this Britain Lostbelt's Fantasy Tree, then replace it with my magecraft to envelop all of Britain, and at that time this world will still be able to exist stably…"

The young man recalled thoughtfully, and immediately thought of what Fujimaru Ritsuka had said back then: "That's the Light Wall encircling Britain, right?"

According to Master Lady's description at the time, this Lostbelt differs from other Lostbelts in that it cannot be observed, and the "Storm Wall" outside the Lostbelt has been replaced by the "Light Wall".

Looking at it this way, it should be Vivian's handiwork.

It is a Bounded Field magecraft covering the entire Britain Lostbelt; the "Light Wall" is its external manifestation.

"That's right, that's the one…"

Vivian nodded seriously.

"As for 'Court', it probably has no significance for you; this is magecraft I use to trap enemies. For instance, that annoying Merlin was locked up by my Pan-Human History self using the Innocent's Court, imprisoned in the Inner Sea's Paradise…"

"Finally there's 'Coffin', including halting one's own time flow to function like artificial hibernation, and creating avatars with capabilities equal to the main body, inscribing Command Seals on Fairies to collect magical energy, etc. — all these can actually be classified under 'Coffin' magecraft…"

Xia Zhi blinked: "Sounds like only 'Court' is temporarily unusable?"

"Yes, I suggest you learn 'Coffin' first, master creating avatars with capabilities equal to the main body, then dispatch avatars to explore…" the girl said softly.

"Actually I know avatar techniques too…"

The young man thought it over, feeling he could skip this step.

"Pretend to be a Servant, then get summoned?" Vivian looked at him, her gaze appearing inexplicable, "Not to mention a Servant's mode of existence has inherent disadvantages, do you still intend to find yourself a Master?"

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"Alright, indeed need to make up for this flaw…"

Xia Zhi had to admit, the avatar technique he'd pondered out really wasn't convenient enough.

"In short, as long as you can learn to create avatars with capabilities equal to the main body, you won't need to personally go explore the Sea of Nothingness… and afterwards, you can also try using 'Mirror' and 'Tower' magecraft."

Vivian continued, a faint unusual light flashing in her pupils.

"I get it, I get it — explore the map on one hand, leave usable teleportation points on the other, and by the way check which places are suitable for branch bases… that's the logic, right?" The youth nodded along in agreement.

—"Coffin" is Great Magic for creating avatars…

—"Tower" is Great Magic for fixing the world…

—"Mirror" is Great Magic for spacetime transfer…

Putting them together, what kind of effect they could produce — a little thought makes it obvious, and Vivian's idea is as good as spoken.

"Basically that's it. If you can break free of the Lostbelt's domain restrictions and find a suitable place on the Sea of Nothingness, perhaps the Fairy Kingdom could expand once more... otherwise, it can only remain limited to its current scale."

Vivian's tone was calm, admitting it with utter indifference.

Britain's innate conditions are insufficient, its development stunted; even if fairies are terrible in other respects, at least they have the advantage of filling the sea to create land after death, yet even that cannot expand the islands without limit.

Because this Lostbelt domain is not real, but comes from a history of losers based on wrong choices and false prosperity — the dregs of history...

Merely existing as "Unnecessary Existence" that was cut off, even discarded by Parallel World Theory as "Human History that walked into a dead end"...

Basically, that kind of thing, filtered out from among many Foreign Histories by the Fantasy Tree, imposed as a Pan-Human History possibility, recreated as an invasion weapon — that is the origin of the Lostbelt.

However.

Although it indeed comes from that history, the Fantasy Tree presents only a part of it...

Just like the China Lostbelt in history — although it indeed unified the whole world, a Border still existed within that Lostbelt domain, blocked by a Storm Wall like a Dimensional Rift Storm...

The Britain Lostbelt is the same; they say beyond the islands lies the Endless Sea, but in reality there is no way to confirm it, and a Dimensional Rift exists there too — that is the current Border of the Lostbelt domain...

Simply put, it's like making a game —

No matter how grand the background setting, you still can't produce the map and models for the entire world...

Unless the Fantasy Tree completely devours all competitors and the Lostbelt thoroughly replaces Pan-Human History's position, completing Human Order Reincarnation across the whole planet, they remain incomplete in the end.

But now it's different...

Vivian gazed deeply at the youth before her; this fellow seems completely unrestricted by spacetime.

The Fantasy Tree can only present part of the Lostbelt domain's world...

Yet he can truly enter that corresponding World Line...

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Simultaneously.

In the town.

"Londinium, huh..."

Another golden-haired girl walked out the gate, looking at the small town outside, then lowered her head to look at the documents hugged in her arms, couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and the ahoge on top of her head drooped listlessly.

"Artoria!"

Lighthearted footsteps came from behind; a hand patted the girl's shoulder. When Artoria subconsciously turned her head, the person who had been behind her had already quietly walked to the front.

"What's wrong? You look pretty conflicted... what is Londinium?"

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"Alice..."

Artoria looked at the silver-haired princess smiling brightly before her, the corner of her mouth hooking a bitter smile: "Nothing, just that Master and the others decided to name the capital to be established next Londinium, and site selection has already begun..."

"Huh? Wasn't it always said it would be named Camelot?"

A doubtful expression surfaced on Alice's face.

"Don't know, seems like they're planning to consider Camelot later... maybe they don't want Mash Kyrielight to find out so soon?"

Artoria said, her expression also turning somewhat subtle: "Seems Master intends to have her build the future Fairy Kingdom together, saying to give Mash Kyrielight some sense of participation too... ugh, I think that's going too far..."

"True..."

Alice thought for a moment, and couldn't help clicking her tongue: "This is preparing to let her design her own stages to go poison-beat the future Chaldea?"

If she learns the truth later, she'll definitely collapse, right?

"Very likely, but she just happens to be unaware right now, probably won't think Londinium and Camelot have any necessary connection..." The swordswoman girl also sighed, faintly pitying Chaldea's Master Lady.

But at the same time, she felt even more of a headache over the work she had to be responsible for.

"But that's not the point; the point is I lack sufficient manpower. Master hopes I can take the lead on construction next, but... with just me alone, it's definitely impossible!"

She lowered her head in distress, looking at the documents in her arms: "Wanted to tell Master about the situation before, but a little incident happened and I forgot about it... until now, only two fairies have actively signed up to join."

"Huh, there's two?"

"One is that Aurora, a weathercock fellow, not worth considering at all... actually there's only one." Artoria answered woodenly.

"One's not bad either, at least shows fairies are starting to actively respond to your call... who's that fairy?" Alice comforted her friend with a sentence, while also asking curiously.

"Also from the Wind Clan... but seems to be a fairy drifting outside, didn't participate in the war before, only rushed over this morning."

The girl glanced at the document in her hand.

"Name is — Oberon..."

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(PS: Woke up with a severe crick in the neck... can't even move my neck, hurts like hell)

(Chapter End)