Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

Applause rang out from the shadows not far away.

"A truly spectacular battle, wasn't it?"

A voice that sounded both male and female approached from afar, and in an instant, Emiya saw a woman in a kimono appear beside him.

"I'm telling you, why don't you become a ghost!"

Chapter Forty: Emerging from the wolf's den, only to find oneself in the tiger's lair once more.

"Accept it! My blood!"

Emiya, kneeling on the ground, had no power to resist and could only watch helplessly as the man in front of him appeared in front of him with teleportation-like speed.

He suddenly plunged his hand into his abdomen.

Emiya immediately felt an extremely powerful force surging into his body.

This sensation made Emiya feel as if he were trapped in a frozen, deep pool, and he instantly lost all ability to move.

Emiya could feel his consciousness gradually fading away.

As if he were about to fall into a deep sleep, he felt those memories that were ingrained in his bones were constantly disappearing.

The memories of Kiritsugu, Sakura, and Fujiwara were gradually erased from my mind.

Even his unwavering faith and allies of justice seemed to be drifting away from him. Soon, Emiya felt his body gradually disappearing.

"Is this my fate?"

Emiya couldn't help but sneer. This ending was too tragic, too helpless, with no power to resist. He was thus enveloped by layer upon layer of darkness.

As if accepting his own death, Emiya gently closed his eyes.

Darkness gradually enveloped Emiya's entire body, seemingly trying to devour him completely.

But a soft golden light slowly emanated from the depths of Emiya, gradually spreading throughout his entire body and enveloping him.

These dark forces, seemingly unwilling to give up, desperately tried to penetrate Emiya's body, but they could never break through his golden halo and could only gradually dissipate into the air over time.

"Well…"

When Emiya regained consciousness, before he could even open his eyes, he keenly sensed the change in the atmosphere around him.

It was as if the world had been muted; everything around was lifeless, devoid of any vitality, utterly silent.

Emiya could only be certain that he was no longer in the field where he had fought before.

Have I become a ghost?

Emiya murmured softly and slowly opened his eyes. If he hadn't died in the field, the most likely explanation was that, as the man had said, he had been transformed into a demon.

Aside from his superhuman regenerative abilities, Emiya had no idea how his abdomen, which had been pierced through, had recovered.

But the scene that came into view left Emiya feeling very puzzled.

The room has very standard wooden sliding doors on all sides.

The floor is made of soft and comfortable tatami mats.

An incense burner that evokes refined sentiments.

Everything seemed so ordinary and natural.

This is an extremely simple room.

"Where is this place?"

Emiya gently got off the bed, supporting his head. Apart from dizziness, he felt no discomfort in his body. The numbness in his legs caused by forcibly increasing his movement speed had also disappeared.

But Emiya couldn't care less about that at the moment; he ran towards the door.

He wanted to see the sun; he wanted to verify whether he had truly become a ghost.

Emiya did not want to become a demon who indiscriminately slaughtered humans, nor did he want to become someone who treated human life as worthless.

"Squeak—!"

Without any obstruction, Emiya pushed the door open with great ease.

But before Emiya could even step out the door, he was so shocked by what he saw that he was speechless.

This is a place that cannot be described in words.

Countless rooms were attached to the sides.

The staircase, too, is exposed on the outside, seemingly defying gravity.

An upside-down coffee table, a rotating side painting.

The entire spatial structure seemed to have become extremely chaotic in this area.

Emiya was in one of the rooms within this chaotic space.

He could even see many corridors hanging in the air.

"What exactly is this?"

Before Emiya could recover from the question of whether he had become a demon, he encountered such a bizarre event.

The successive shocks almost made Emiya stop thinking.

Did I actually become a ghost?

Where is this place?

This is Emiya's biggest problem at this stage.

At that moment, a gaze full of playful meaning came from somewhere in this distorted space.

"Why is there a human here?"

A man with fangs, pale skin, black tiger stripes on his face, dressed in Demon Slayer Corps clothing and holding a Nichirin Blade, appeared in the corridor in front of Emiya with an expression as if he had seen something interesting.

"Who are you!"

Emiya habitually placed his hands on his waist.

He discovered that not only had all his injuries been healed, but even his other weapon was still with him, untouched.

"My name is Kaigaku! You're a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, right?"

Kaigaku slung his Nichirin Blade over his shoulder and grinned at Emiya.

"Yes, so what!"

Emiya drew his Nichirin Blade from his waist and stared intently at the man in front of him, who was wearing the same Demon Slayer Corps uniform as him and holding a Nichirin Blade.

Emiya not only sensed a strong killing intent emanating from him, but also an extremely intense demonic aura.

It's almost certain that the man in front of me is a ghost.

A traitor who betrayed the Demon Slayer Corps and became a demon.

"Hey, do you know Zenitsu Agatsuma?"

Kaigaku seemed completely unconcerned about Emiya's hostility towards him, and continued talking to himself.

Emiya felt like he had just escaped one wolf's den and was now deep in another. He could sense that the man before him was far more powerful than Zero.

"know."

But at this moment, Emiya could only bite the bullet and answer the man's question.

"However, why do you think I would know Zenitsu?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely terrifying aura erupted from his body. Emiya could see that his face seemed to be twisted in anger.

"You have a smell that I really hate!"

"I wish I could cut you down right now!"

Even Emiya, who was far away, could hear the cracking sound of Kaigaku's bones breaking as he clenched his fists tightly.

You can also see that extremely angry face at this moment.

But it wasn't just anger that was present.

"He's probably still the same as before, a useless guy who only knows one move!"

Kaigaku seemed to have thought of something funny, a mocking smile on his lips, as he asked Emiya, who was not far away, with great certainty.

"One type?"

Emiya carefully recalled the memory of projecting Zenitsu Agatsuma's Nichirin Blade.

He was able to defeat Zero in such a short time by adopting the offensive techniques of the Breath of Thunder style.

But he remembered that Zenitsu Agatsuma seemed to know other techniques besides the first one.

Emiya did not answer his question.

Kaigaku gave a cold snort, and golden, violent lightning gradually appeared around his body.

Chapter 41 Battle at High Speed

"Boom!"

Amidst a thunderous roar, eerie black lightning swirled around Kaigaku's body, and his originally dark gold Nichirin Blade was now covered in black blade patterns.

"Breath of Thunder - Fourth Form: Far-Reaching Thunder"

Kaigaku, his entire body crackling with black lightning, charged towards Emiya with lightning speed and immense momentum, sweeping past him like a whirlwind.

An extremely fierce slash struck towards Emiya.

"Sword Breathing: Lightning Form - Lightning Flash!"

The next second, intense golden lightning also erupted beside Emiya, who was gripping the Nichirin Blade.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”