Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 296: Gemstone

What appeared in front of Ritsuka were three big guys. No, not big guys.

But three Japanese high school students.

In fact, all three Ritsuka knew it.

Even though I haven't met them directly, I have indirectly known them through the existence of the Heroic Spirits and have seen their appearances.

Emiya Shirou.

Kishinami Hakuno.

Toono Shiki.

All three are about the same age as Ritsuka, and when they were high school students, they were involved in various major events that affected the survival of the world.

Among them, the relationship between Shirou Emiya and Ritsuka is the deepest.

The future version of Shirou Emiya is his own chef, and Shirou Emiya's own body is lent to an old swordsmith. No matter which Heroic Spirit it is, they have helped Ritsuka a lot.

And Shirou Emiya himself is also very enthusiastic about Ritsuka.

"Long time no see - it seems strange to say this, from the perspective of my world line, I have no impression of having met you before." The red-haired good-natured man laughed innocently, "But, perhaps because Mr. Roman mentioned you so often, I always feel that you are always by my side."

"!"

Ritsuka's eyes flickered.

".The doctor—"

"The community agent will explain this matter to you. Let's go to the base first and talk about it." Kishinami Hakuno interrupted and implicitly changed the subject. Ritsuka noticed the other party's attitude and did not say anything else.

"Come over here, then."

On the side, Shiki also greeted Gojo Satoru and others.

"Welcome to our [type-moon] guest."
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After a while, Li Xiang and others arrived.

However, the so-called community residence was a little different from what Ritsuka had imagined.

It is not a Chaldean style, nor a Japanese mansion, nor a Western-style villa.

It is a tower

The huge clock face, with a diameter of 7 meters, displays the hours and numbers in thick black and white.

The massive bell is made of cast iron and stands above a building that resembles the Palace of Westminster.

Typical Gothic architecture, graceful columnar structure, finely carved towers, each clock face is inlaid with more than 300 pieces of translucent white glass. If you get close enough, you can even see the metal components on the glass behind the clock, which is as exquisite as a hollow mechanical watch.

Ok

However, Lixiang didn't like this building.

Regardless of the fact that the other person looks almost exactly like Big Ben, the point is——

This is the Clock Tower.

"."

"Well, I know how you feel right now."

Aside, Shiki couldn't help but laugh.

"Many people have a bad impression of this place - I understand, I understand ~ although I don't understand it."

"Well, the Clock Tower does have some..."

Shirou also smiled bitterly as he recalled some subtle memories.

Hakuno Kishinami did not comment, but took the initiative to introduce.

"The number of Type-Moon players that can be confirmed is between 20 and 30, but the actual number of Type-Moon players that have logged in is around 50." Kishinami Hakuno explained in a calm and gentle manner.

"——By the way, because of the name 'Type-Moon', the players who come to our community to register are collectively called 'Moon Landing'."

"puff."

I don’t know what touched their funny bone, but Gojo Satoru and the other two couldn’t help laughing.

But Kong Bai paused after hearing this information.

(Fifty people?)
(Based on the total number of players collected at the outer gate of the box garden, this number is above average, but it is less than I expected. The reason is.)

"Of course, although we hope that you will join our community, it is not mandatory. In fact, even the existence of the Type-Moon worldview may not necessarily join our community."

"Eh? Are there still beings with their own worldviews who choose not to join their own community?"

Even Kong was stunned for a moment, but he reacted quickly.

“Ah! ———The Awakened One!”

"Correct."

Elsewhere, Shiki is a little surprised that Kuroko came to a conclusion so quickly.

"There are many players with important backgrounds in Type-Moon, such as [Root], [Awakened], and [Yeah OO]. These people will not join the community at all. Instead, they will be forcibly given godhood by the Little Garden, set up their own sects, and are not allowed to interfere in the [Final Battle]."

"So we Type-Moon are actually at a disadvantage. The big guys don't protect the people below at all. They basically just let things go."

I understand, I understand.

The three senior college students and Kong Bai all nodded.

"Plus, we come from a traditional pantheon background, so——"

"The Greek gods and Greek heroes of Type-Moon are all in the [Greece] community, and the Indian gods and Indian heroes of Type-Moon are all in the [India] community. In short, the existence that can become a small garden player has basically been divided up. The only ones who are really willing to stay in [Type-Moon] are ordinary people like us who have no ability."

Life is not easy, Shirou sighed.

In fact, this sentence sounds like self-deprecation, but it is not. Remember the [sequence] of the box garden, that is, the number of digits?
There is no clear standard line for the sequence battle itself, but from the observations of Li Xiang and others
Even the weakest seven-digit number at least has the ability to 'smash the mountains of the ordinary material world with one blow and rewrite the map', which means that only a top-notch hero like Karna can enter this small garden.

The current strength of Shirou Emiya and the others is unclear, but they definitely did not have seven-digit strength when they first entered the main god space.

When Ritsuka first entered the main god space, he was barely at the level of defeating the dead disciples.

So indeed, the four people present—

Very 'weak'.

The four men looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

"So, although our community is at the top, it may not be as strong as you think. Even so, do you still want to join?"
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Although it sounds a bit strange to say this, the four male compatriots all seem to be "good guys" unexpectedly.

He couldn't even deceive others, so he just revealed his own wealth.

But in the end, Gojo Satoru and the others decided to join - after all, from the very beginning, they only wanted to join the same community as Ritsuka.

While Gojo Satoru and Sora were going through the formalities.
Ritsuka walked towards the upper level of the clock tower.

He is already a member of Type-Moon, so he doesn't need those troublesome procedures. Compared to that, Ritsuka needs to meet the representative of this community directly.

The man who now leads this community.

Walking through the gorgeous corridor decorated in European style, stepping on the thick red carpet, Lixiang finally came to a door that looked extremely heavy.

The pattern on the door is a dense pattern of flower buds from top to bottom, which is similar to the so-called Kabbalah Tree of Life in terms of its pure form. However, Ritsuka always feels that this picture should have no meaning, and it is simply to make the door itself full of mystery.

(Then don’t use the Kabbalah Tree of Life or other old mystical systems.)
The Master made a small complaint, then placed his hand on the door handle.

Shirou Emiya said that the owner of the room doesn't like knocking, so just go in directly.

So, twist.

CRACK————

"Well, are you here?"

"!"

What came into view was a scene that surprised the Master.

It may be a bit strange to describe a room as "scenery", but it is actually very appropriate at this moment, because this room has neither neatly arranged bookshelves, nor antique mahogany tables and chairs, nor the graceful Japanese tatami.

There is no such thing as [concrete].

Something you have to say.
Nothing, and yet everything - this description may be more appropriate.

That is a kaleidoscope.

Purple and black are the main tones of this room, but they are not the purple and black used for mixing paints. Instead, they are like the purple and black with a hemp texture inside a crystal ball in a jewelry store, which almost makes people imagine the colors of the 'universe'.

And within this space, there is a seat at a fairly high level.

An old man in a neat magician's robe leaned on the armrests of his chair with his hands dangling.

Wheat-colored skin and Germanic features.

He has a white beard and his unkempt hair is combed back into a slightly crazy hairstyle.

And calm and peaceful red eyes.

Red eyes always remind people of the ferocity of snakes and the brutality of monsters - but in this old man, red is merely the tranquility of a person who has traveled through the long river of time and reached the other side.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka - my favorite [player], your existence is full of threats to the [Magic Association], but for humans, you can also be said to be indispensable."

A hoarse and steady voice, and the endless chair began to rotate, making the old man look at Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"My name is Kishua Zelrich Schubin-Ogu - hehe, sorry, it's a long name."

! !
Compared to the length of the name, Ritsuka cares more about the identity of the person in front of him.

Just as he expected, the agent of Type-Moon turned out to be this guy.

One of only five "magicians" in the world, and one of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles.

A magician who has mastered a phenomenon that is impossible to achieve through magic or science - the "second magic", and can roam freely in multiple parallel worlds.

It is true that Ritsuka was talking about a room that was similar to a kaleidoscope, because the second magic was named after it.

The person in front of him has more than just this identity. According to a certain Master Kong Ming who is a habitual overwork offender, this person is also the pinnacle of mineral magic, a collaborator of the True Ancestors, and a witness for the Holy Grail of Fuyuki City.

And his most famous name is.
"The Demon Marshal".
In Ritsuka's era, he was the strongest magician - the strongest user of magic.

However, there is another identity, which is the real reason why Ritsuka is so familiar with him.

That is.
"I know."

The white-haired old man overlapped his gloved hands, turned the bench, and looked at Ritsuka.

"It's a little too early for you to come to the inner gate."

"You have only one reason—"

The old man raised an eyebrow.

"Romani Ajman"

"Your doctor is also my teacher."

That's right.

The identity of the Demon Marshal that really made Ritsuka remember was...
One of the disciples of the Magic King Solomon.

With Bao Shi Weng, Li Xiang can find the answers he wants.

(End of this chapter)