The infinite sword system has been mastered, and you say this is the dragon clan?

Chapter 473 Alien God: ? ? ?

Looking into the distance, the thunderous light was rapidly expanding from occupying a corner of the distant sky towards this side. Almost in the blink of an eye, the lightning illuminated half of the sky and pressed down on his head. Looking at the scene of intense oppression, Castor's eyes twitched and his legs went weak.

She wondered to herself, why is today's Individual Foundations class starting with such a big fuss? Goodness, could it be that Professor Emiya has finally stopped pretending and decided to accept the support of the Lionheart Society troublemakers to overthrow the Clock Tower so that everyone can never have classes or do homework again?

It must be said that this idea resonated with most students.

In fact, apart from those who knew about the Chaldea members, the other students really had no idea that Emiya had conspired with a group of professors and had a lot of external support from Chaldea to pull off such a huge operation.

Even Castor, who was closest to Nono and the others, only vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but then dismissed it as a misperception and put it out of his mind.

The Age of Gods—a distant and ancient era, an era beyond human imagination to describe, an era in which the rules of the world were altered by the gods.

A strangely familiar male voice narrating echoed in Caster's ears, inexplicably reminding her of the exaggerated arias that resonated in Shakespeare's lectures, but the voice now seemed to have been processed, slightly different and somewhat indistinct.

As this Shakespearean-esque narration began, Custer finally recalled hearing professors discussing something similar somewhere he had been passing by before…

In the Age of Gods, the supreme deities unleashed their might, and the powerful fantastical beings strode confidently across the land!

At that time, the majesty of the gods resounded in all directions, and their power extended to all things in nature, including the heavens, the human realm, the underworld, and even the secluded paradises and secret realms. The weak humans huddled in corners of the earth, and could only find a night's rest by prostrating themselves on the ground...

Boom boom boom!
The indistinct narration was mercilessly drowned out by the deafening, endless thunder. The towering figure, like the god of thunder, was riding on thousands of bolts of lightning, rushing towards them and interrupting Castor's thoughts.

On the other side of the surging sea of ​​thunder, the Flame Giant King led a large number of burly giants across the land, causing a strong rumbling sensation beneath his feet. As Castor looked up, he saw holy gods with wings on their backs, armored war gods wielding golden swords... It was so overwhelming that his eyes ached and he could hardly take it all in.

In the blink of an eye, her breathing became rapid, her chest felt tight, and she couldn't see even the slightest movement. Only an invisible impact erupted from those gods—perhaps it was the overwhelming and dense divine energy caused by the gathering of the gods?—making her dizzy, while her classmates around her fared even worse, most of them rolling their eyes back and collapsing to the ground, fainting directly.

In the distance, countless divine auras surged forth, each blurry figure radiating a unique aura of power and a maddening presence.

However, this glorious age of gods also came to an end at some point.

In his hazy state of consciousness, Castor vaguely saw a bright comet streak across the deep space of space, followed by a piece of debris falling silently.

Shortly afterward, a blurry white giant swept across the horizon, and the high-ranking gods quickly vanished like a dreamlike bubble.

In a massive war that engulfed all worlds, a white catastrophe swept across the land, engulfing all civilizations in merciless flames. The gods, who were once supreme beings in their respective worlds, were instantly reduced to a group of powerless weaklings, swept into the dustbin of history.

The mysteries associated with the gods have almost vanished, and other worlds such as heaven and the underworld, which truly existed in ancient times, have become legends beyond human comprehension. The world has become ordinary, ushering in an era of human dominance.

However, the great and powerful gods are ultimately immortal; calamities and catastrophes can only force them to withdraw from the scene, not annihilate them. Moreover, belonging to a higher dimension, their perspective has always been different from that of mortals...

They left a contingency plan, awaiting a certain moment of revival and return.

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"Eh?"

Caster opened her eyes groggily again and found herself sitting in a brightly lit conference room. Her other classmates seemed to have woken up earlier than her and were sitting upright in their seats, receiving explanations about the current situation... She had actually become the least well-behaved person in this group?
The smooth metal walls all around reflected light from the incandescent bulbs and the candlelight of the clock tower in stark contrast, making it difficult for the newly awakened Castor to open his eyes.

"Hey, over there! You're new here too, right—the last new guy, right? You actually fell asleep in my meeting?"

The white-haired girl, who seemed to be in charge of presiding over the meeting and giving the presentation, stared at him.

"Huh? You mean me?"

Caster's eyes darted around. Had she slept for a long time? No, she remembered that her classmates had also fainted earlier. Or was she just dreaming? And who was this white-haired girl? Was she filling in for Professor Emiya?

"I'm talking about you! It's understandable if you newcomers from the Clock Tower faint during your first simulated combat test at Chaldea, but you're the first to fall asleep in the conference room—just how much do you enjoy fainting!?"

"Huh?" Caster thought to himself, "So those scenes I saw during my basic individualist course were actually mock tests? These tests are terrifying!"

Also, how did everyone end up being sent to a place called Chaldea for no apparent reason?

"I'll let it slide this time, but if it happens again, I'll kick them out! Listen up! My name is Olga Marie Animusfia! And I am the director of this Chaldea institution!"

The white-haired girl's expression was arrogant, and her tone was firm, brooking no argument. "I know you are all magic apprentices who entered the Clock Tower, with few elites who have completed their training for many years. To put it bluntly, you are just a bunch of rookies. However, the world is on the verge of collapse! There is no time for careful selection!"

"The ancient era has reappeared on this land. The gods have been resurrected and are interfering in the mortal world from higher dimensions, attempting to reshape the world! Your professors sent you here from the school because the school is no longer safe. This place has become the last line of human resistance. We must grasp the current situation as quickly as possible. There is no time to waste for you!"

The girl, who called herself Olga Marie, spoke very quickly, with a hint of anxiety in her voice.

Despite saying that, Caster was still confused. She looked at most of her classmates, and their faces were also filled with obvious bewilderment and helplessness. Caster's gaze swept over a few familiar faces, such as Nono, Erii, and Mashu, who were a little further away, hoping to find the person with the calmest reaction. However, their expressions also revealed strangeness.

It seems... this is the first time anyone has heard this information?

Castor thought to himself.

"What exactly happened to our world?" Someone voiced the question in everyone's mind.

Castor turned his head and saw Menek, a senior member of the Lionheart Society at Fire College.

Olga Marie sighed softly, "Instead of me repeating it, you should see it for yourselves."

With a snap of her fingers, she activated a function in the conference room. Suddenly, Caster realized the walls were no longer cold metal, but a bright, transparent medium that allowed the outside world to pass through; even the ceiling above seemed to show the sky through a skylight.

Looking around, the students were horrified. They were not standing still, but rather seemed to be riding in a large, mobile armored vehicle speeding across the wilderness.

Several objects, sparkling like fragments of meteors, fell from the sky, disappearing after hitting the mountains. But witnessing this, Caster felt a sudden, intense unease. She recalled the scene she had seen before—the destruction of the Age of Gods—where meteors also streaked across the sky and fell.

[...We hereby issue this announcement to all humanity: From this moment forward, this planet will be transformed into an ancient yet entirely new world.]

Human civilization is not correct. Our development is not correct.

Therefore, I made a decision. To rise up against human history to this day—pan-human history. Once again, let the world be filled with the mystery of the inhuman, and let this planet return to the age of the gods.

[For this reason, God has descended from the distant universe. Using the seeds of trees, new leaders have been chosen, and these leaders will reshape this planet. The most outstanding 'Otherworld Leader' will rule this newly born world.]

This competition excludes all life forms from the broader human history, and no seats will be provided for them to spectate. From this moment forward, all endeavors of the old humanity will be frozen.

"...Pan-human history, frozen?"

Castor's head thudded, feeling as if he were being repeatedly pounded with a heavy hammer.

It all stemmed from these incredibly explosive news stories.

Is this...is this correct?

What if you woke up to find the world was destroyed?

Looking back carefully, she didn't even have time to enjoy her peaceful and stable campus life before everything vanished, and then she was inexplicably sent to this strange place, Chaldea, where she was forced to save the world.

Ugh, I'm speechless. Are they trying to force her to be their savior through this kind of development?!
boom!
A strong impact was felt coming from outside the armored vehicle. This was followed by a series of crashing sounds, and the sound of wheels and tracks crushing something hard.

"Everyone, get ready to collect your beginner magic costumes! Prepare to defend against the enemy!" Olga Marie shouted.

"Target appears in sight... The enemy is a Killer Hunter!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Meanwhile, it was outside the purview of "Chaldea".

"Director van number 3, director van number 3, hurry up and catch up!"

Director Emiya, holding a megaphone, arrogantly commanded, "Note that our shots are mainly centered around 'Chaldea,' with 'Artoria Caster' as the main character."

"The dubbing of Shakespeare's speech and Reggie Rive's portrayal of Olga Marie were both excellent; we can cut it now!"

"Also, we don't have enough Killer Hunters. Quickly replenish them! Send another 20,000!"

"—Twenty thousand? That's way too much!"

Not far away, Circe, propping his head up with a helpless yet numb expression, performed a spell next to the production line manufactured by Avisbro. With a wave of his hand, he transformed a group of artificial life forms mixed with the blood of magical creatures into cold-blooded executioners wielding hunting knives and wearing masks.

"Hmm... These are all piglets that were painstakingly bred with magic potions, and they're being used as 'newbie trials'? That's outrageous."

"What's there to be afraid of? The current trend is a hellish start, giving people an unparalleled impact! At the same time, the protagonist's background should be as simple, relatable, and ordinary as possible. This combination of a hellish start will smoothly convey the feeling of 'suffering'! Otherwise, the audience won't be so appreciative. You agree, right, Assistant Director Shakespeare?"

Shakespeare, who was holding a book and going over his lines, hesitated for a moment, "...Professor Emiya's film theory is a bit too advanced. I may need to watch and learn from it some more."

“It’s alright, I eagerly await Mr. Shakespeare’s corrections.” Emiya walked briskly toward Medea on the other side.

"Is it easy to arrange actors for Yaga?"

“Yes, no problem,” Medea said, pointing her wand at the werewolf shaking off snowflakes in the wind and snow. “I found a group of magical creatures near Yorkshire, and these werewolf-like fairies are perfect as a new human called ‘Yaga’.”

“Very good! However, we don’t need too many of these actors. The first challenge we designed for the students isn’t too difficult. The second trial will be much more challenging… By the way, Professor Avisbro, has your work on the simplified giant modification project been completed?”

Avisbro's mask revealed little expression. "We already have successful prototypes. Thank you, Your Excellency, and the technical support you brought in. This gives me hope for the restoration of the Primal Titans."

"As for the mountain giants, frost giants, and fire giants you require, if sufficient materials and magical resources can be provided, I believe that meeting the performance's requirements will not be difficult."

"But according to Lord Emiya's script, the most crucial part is the appearance of the gods, right?"

Emiya pondered for a moment, "I will arrange for a 'backup team' to provide some technical support in this regard, and strive to faithfully recreate the flavor of the divine era."

"...?" Medea had a few question marks popping up above her head. What did "original flavor" mean? Did it mean that this script wasn't original and that it was going to replicate scenes from other works?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Fairy country.

The clan chiefs' meeting, which is usually held only once a year, was held twice.

The reappearance of the light curtain phenomenon in the sky revealed a wealth of information that was almost overwhelming. Since the light curtain covered the entire Fairy Kingdom, every fairy could see the constantly playing light curtain phenomenon simply by looking up, which became a hot topic of conversation and sparked a nationwide discussion.

In the royal palace's meeting hall, Woodworth, the patriarch of the Fang Clan, looked grim and gritted his teeth as he glanced at Spriggan, who was also present.

"Back then, who was it that confidently claimed that the 'real world' over there was entirely human? Clearly, there are hardly any left! And it has become a battlefield for the gods! If it weren't for our warriors sealing off the trees on the other side of the sea, you would probably have underestimated us and advanced recklessly, only to be wiped out by those resurrected gods with a flick of their wrists, wouldn't you?"

(End of this chapter)