The Dark Way of the Egoist: A Serial

Chapter 129: Son of Fuhailin Anashu... The Wreckage

There was something strange about the atmosphere in the room.

"But if I can get your help, Sir Kenneth, all this will not be a problem! And Shinji is a very talented child." Dark praised himself without hesitation and flattered Kenneth at the same time.

After all, the amount of magical knowledge that can be obtained here is still too little, and the most enlightened Clock Tower in the Magic Association is a good choice.

The more Dak wanted to study, the more he felt that his foundation was not enough and he was not an all-round talent. (He cursed that he would be too outrageous at first glance).

Especially since he had one of the twelve most powerful people in the Clock Tower in front of him, this could be a reasonable opportunity to enter the Clock Tower - there were a lot of good things in the Clock Tower, such as the excavation of the Tomb of Albion.

As long as Kenneth is your backer, you won't have to worry about being sealed even if you show abnormalities in the future - provided that you don't be as unlucky as Orange, who was suggested to be sealed by your own teacher.

"Then I hope the secret of the Holy Grail War is worth this." Kenneth looked at the shriveled old man in front of him with interest.

"This story begins hundreds of years ago..."

Matou Zouken spoke slowly, telling Kenneth the general situation - a version that Dark had processed with key details.

Time passed slowly, and the secret talks between the two sides continued.

Flow～Passing～
"Did you see any problem, Karna?" Kenneth asked as they walked on the road.

At this time, he had already left the Matou family, and he was quite satisfied with this visit.

"No." Karna said honestly.

“Really…” Kenneth looked at Karna and knew in his heart that he was not lying. The implication of this was very interesting.

"interesting."

Karna had the knowledge of a person with poor skills and did not notice the problem. However, Kenneth was sure that what Matou Zouken said was definitely untrue. He wanted to do a Holy Grail ritual himself for fun...

The knowledge of the poor will not be deceived by words, and this is basically correct.

Kenneth believes that Zouken Matou may be able to bypass this restriction, but a direct confrontation is obviously unreasonable.

Based on the fact that Karna cannot be deceived, to put it the other way around, it is not that there is a problem with the language, nor that what the person knows is false.

However, as the only one of the three great families that founded the Holy Grail War who has lived from the past to the present, what he knows cannot be false.

So... is he... really Matou Zouken?
Of course, this is just a possibility and doesn't necessarily mean it's correct, but Kenneth is already wary.

Without Sora holding him back, Director Ken's IQ took the upper hand, and he was fully online, displaying his extraordinary intelligence.

"In order to relieve all suffering, we should pursue the ritual of the Third Law? Interesting...to reach the root in this way?" Kenneth began to be interested in the ritual of the Holy Grail.

This kind of display of each other's advanced magical skills was the Holy Grail War he imagined, a great magic ritual that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

He was on fire.

As for the "deception" of [Matou], isn't this a matter of course?

Magicians are such creatures!
...

At the Matou residence.

Dak scratched his head and looked at the object in front of him. This was a gift from Kenneth. There were many roots around the object that looked like claws and fangs.

The remains of the son of Fuhailin Anashu were preserved by some unknown magical means, but they still retain good activity.

Seeing the mouthparts on it, it should be the core part of the tissue?
"Saya, it's time for dinner!" Dak thought for a moment and then shouted.

A tumor formed from the flesh on the ground, and Saya emerged from it.

Saya tilted her head and looked at the thing on the table, then showed a disgusted expression ().

As if sensing danger, the remains shrank their limbs and turned into a ball.

During this period, Saya's emotions became more and more vivid. She was quickly absorbing the ethical and moral information of human society and constructing her own personality.

Due to the influence of dolls as their origin, we instinctively identify ourselves as females and tend to think in a female way.

In the past, Saya would have swallowed this thing eagerly, because this thing could obviously effectively improve Saya's life level.

Although it has gained unparalleled scale after spreading into the ecosystem, the qualitative increase obviously cannot keep up with the speed.

As Saya continues to grow in size, her control over herself becomes increasingly sluggish.

It seems that each part of the body has the same consciousness and is independent of each other. I don’t know if it is because the body is too large that the information transmission is slowed down?
Another unexpected flaw.

Dak has been recording Saya's changes and looking at the problem from the perspective of a researcher. He doesn't know whether this is good or bad, and whether it will have a long-term impact on Saya.

He also tried to communicate with Saya and asked her how she felt, but Saya was obviously unable to clearly describe the changes in her body at the microscopic level.

Dark decided to continue observing Saya's situation to see if there would be a turnaround... He hoped that Saya could adapt to this change as soon as possible and regain her original control - this seemed to be the flaw of Saya's technique? She could continue to expand her body size, but whether she could fully control it was another matter.

At the same time, Dark was also thinking about whether he should prepare a backup plan to destroy Saya - what if things got out of control... wouldn't that be disastrous?
Dak stood on the ground, and as his mind moved, the flesh and blood around him began to change.

They also obeyed Saya's call and gradually transformed into various limbs and bone knives under his will. These limbs and bone knives danced flexibly under his control.

Dak chopped off some limbs from the wreckage and prepared to use them for other research and testing.

He carefully placed these limbs aside - these things are very precious. His eyes revealed a hint of excitement and expectation, these limbs will definitely bring new discoveries and revelations.

However, when Dak finished these operations, the wreckage was suddenly stimulated. It began to stretch out its tentacles with its fangs and claws, waving them in the air and making bursts of hissing sounds, as if threatening Dak - the son of Fuhailin Anash was full of ferocity and was not a vegetarian.

Dak obviously would not be intimidated, this situation was within his expectations. He was just thinking about how to use these tentacles to conduct more research and tests.

Dark calmly observed the reaction of the wreckage. It would be natural for Saya to suppress the resistance of this test subject.

Saya's humanoid body suddenly began to swell, and as her flesh and blood squirmed, it seemed to be stretched out by an invisible force. Her chest rose and fell violently, and a strong airflow surged out of her body, blowing the air around her to tremble.

Then, a bulge began to appear in her chest area, and the bulge became larger and more obvious. Saya's body structure began to distort and deform, and her original appearance could no longer be seen.

Finally, the protruding part split open, forming a huge mouth. The mouth was full of horror and weirdness. It was the entrance to the alien space inside Saya's body. Tentacles continued to extend from the mouth, swinging flexibly, as if looking for something. The tentacles tightly bound the remains of Fuhailin Anashu's son and dragged them into Saya's big mouth. Saya felt a strong urge to vomit, but still ate it.

The tentacles and big mouth gradually disappeared, and Saya turned back into her original cute and beautiful image.

"nausea."

Saya spoke for a rare moment. After eating it, she felt a sense of relief and relief, as if everything just now was just a nightmare - she had never felt so uncomfortable when being experimented on by Dark before.

She shook her head, trying to get rid of those horrible memories.
"Please savor it well, Saya." Dark said with a smile. His facial muscles pulled up into a very standard smile, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Saya:-_-||
However, I cannot resist, nor do I have the thought of refusing.

“Hahahaha, that’s really funny.”

The only sound in the flesh and blood room was Dark's laughter.

In addition to his own research, Dark also wanted to know what Saya could evolve independently.

...

"Teacher, my father, Kotomine Risei, has been killed.

The attackers were a group of assassins.

The assassin has been killed by the archer.

Assassin's Master has escaped." Kotomine Kirei informed Tōsaka Tokiomi of a large amount of reduced information - for example, Assassin's Master was Kotomine Shiro.

"Just as I expected, he was murdered." Toosaka Tokiomi put down the red wine glass in his hand.

"Don't be sad, Kirei.

You are my proud disciple.

Your late father would also be proud of you.

So don't dwell in sorrow." Tōsaka Tokiomi said, he was sincerely trying to comfort his disciple.

"Yes, teacher." No emotion could be seen on Kotomine Kirei's face. He always had a distressed look on his face.

“But Kirei… never mind.

You should not interfere in this Holy Grail War.

Get your mind in order." Tohsaka Tokiomi rubbed his temples, then stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the scenery outside with melancholy.

It was also quite troublesome for him to take the initiative to dismiss his assistant.

This means that you will have to handle many things yourself.

As a normal magician, Tohsaka Tokiomi believes that the magic studio is the safest place.

It's best not to go out during this dangerous time.

Especially as a landlord, you are too conspicuous and easy to be targeted.

Moreover, the trump card that he drew was extremely powerful, and victory was something that he could obtain only by waiting.

Tōsaka Tokiomi firmly believed this.

"Yes, teacher." Kotomine Kirei said. He lowered his head, his face submerged in shadow.

"tick"

Because the room was so quiet, the sound of the dripping water became noticeable.

"What's wrong, Kirei?"

Tōsaka Tokiomi turned around, and he seemed to see traces of tears on Kotomine Kirei's face.

Toosaka Tokiomi did not find it unusual. Although most magicians were cold-blooded and heartless, that was just because they had a distorted world view.

If something important disappears, it will make you sad.

Especially since Kotomine Kirei was sent here only to assist him in winning the Holy Grail War, he did not have the values ​​of a magus trained in him since childhood.

It’s normal to grieve the death of a loved one.

Kotomine Rizheng had mentioned her child to Tōsaka Tokiomi more than once, and Tokiomi could clearly feel the pride and satisfaction in her tone.

The relationship between father and son is definitely excellent, Tokiomi thought.

"puff"

The sharp hand knife pierced directly into Shichen's abdomen from bottom to top and came out from his back.

A fatal blow that explodes the heart.

With Tokiomi's magecraft training, he was incapable of surviving in such a situation. Kotomine Kirei was well aware of this.

The magic that Tōsaka Tokiomi studied was not good at surviving.

Kotomine Kirei's face was filled with tears, but there was an extremely excited smile on his face.

He is crying.

He was laughing wildly.

He has known his true self.

The protagonist’s abilities are constantly improving... Currently, I still can’t curse back those quick-learning people who are hanging around on the wall. I always feel that the writing style where the settings are constantly modified to serve the plot... There will be serious bugs in the book, right?
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(End of this chapter)