Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

One of the guys opened a bottle of soda and then threw the pull tab into the bowl in front of the girl.

Ding-dong~!!!

The crisp sound, the clinking of metal in the bowl, sounds very similar to a coin.

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This was the little girl's first single after she had been performing for quite some time. Faced with this rare act of kindness, the little girl immediately showed a pure and grateful smile and bowed forward.

"Thank you, thank you so much! I'm very grateful!"

However, on the other side, the lower half of the face, covered by a hood and also bound with tattered bandages, was visibly being squeezed so tightly that one could almost hear the agonizing sound of teeth grinding together—crackling and snapping! It seemed as if the gums were about to be crushed.

In that instant, a surging, dark emotion ignited in the eyes of the man who should have been deathly silent, desolate, and dilapidated, just like the city itself.

Something was boiling within his spirit core—a chilling killing intent almost burst forth uncontrollably, but upon seeing the little girl, he seemed afraid of frightening her and stopped himself.

But the group of young people next door still felt for a moment, as if some great terror had descended, and their necks felt cold as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Damn it!"

One of them couldn't help but sneeze and shudder, then cursed, while looking at the little girl with a disgusted and mocking gaze.

He attributed his recent feelings to seeing the cursed child today, saying he had been infected by the other's misfortune!

What bad luck!!

"Haha, she's thanking me!"

The young man who had opened the can earlier seemed to want to vent the eerie chill he had just felt, and he burst into laughter, seemingly unaware that danger was lurking nearby.

The little girl had already squatted down, picked up the bowl, and touched the trash inside. A sad expression flashed across her face.

She wasn't angry, only her hurt and sadness were enough to make the trembling heroic spirit beside her tense up, his hands unconsciously reaching into his robes to feel for something... Loli: "Hmm..."

The little girl heard the mocking laughter, and her head seemed to hang even lower, her expression becoming even more heartbroken. She had no idea what she had done wrong, or why everyone... hated and mocked her so much.

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Chapter 129 The demons you see are angels in the eyes of children.

"Puhahahahahahahahaha!"

The laughter continued unabated!

The pleasurable stimulation from psychological bullying can even make young people forget their previous discomfort.

Once they start bullying others, enjoy the privilege of controlling others at will, and see others suffering under torture, the urge to further persecute them will become increasingly intense and uncontrollable.

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As is well known, bullying was a very common phenomenon in Japan's past civilized era.

Bullying can occur in schools, workplaces, and even within families.

Not to mention the people of this world, who completely used the Cursed Child as a punching bag for their hatred of Gastrea! The little girl's miserable appearance only further fueled the ferocity in their hearts.

1. "You're really going too far!"

One of the young men patted the other on the shoulder.

"What does it matter?! Anyway, it's better for monsters like the Cursed Child to die sooner rather than later, right?! Hahahaha!"

They laughed loudly, and in the distance, on the street, one could vaguely see many more of their kind, just like these scumbags.

Those people were marching, holding up signs and shouting angry slogans like, "Gastreas must never be forgiven!! Drive all the cursed children out of Tokyo!"

1. They want to drive the children who protect them out of Tokyo.

This is the daily pleasure of the scum of the world... the meaning they find in life every day!

"Hey, monster—did you hear me? Get lost!!"

The young men then looked at the little girl from before and were about to walk over and push her away.

The young man's footsteps and shouts frightened the little girl, causing her to back away, cover her head, and crouch down, trembling.

Just then, a flash of blood appeared.

Suddenly, a severed hand flew into the air, and blood splattered out like a fountain.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

A terrifying scream came from the young man's mouth.

The young man's friends were immediately stunned.

Kiritsugu Emiya has made his move...

It's been a long time since I've done this, not to complete a task, but simply because I simply couldn't stand it anymore.

He held a submachine gun in his hand, but the muzzle was a modified black short-bladed dagger.

With just a light flick of the wrist, the young man's arm was severed, bone and all, without a shred of mercy.

Is it painful? Is it cruel? Even—using the power of a Heroic Spirit to use a Noble Phantasm on an ordinary person, and even attacking from behind—even the lowest-level Noble Phantasm without legendary status, its sharpness is absolutely beyond what flesh and blood can withstand.

He's always been such a despicable man!!

He doesn't consider himself a hero, nor even a champion of justice; he's simply following a dark joke in his heart, a long-buried naive thought, and wielding his blade once more.

At that moment, the people around noticed what was happening and screamed.

But before those terrified eyes could utter a word, Kiritsugu Emiya had already moved, his body like a sharp, crimson blade in the darkness.

Fixed-time control 11x speed!!

The next moment, a figure moved swiftly like a phantom, and in an instant, a swift crimson lightning bolt flashed across the mall street, quickly slicing apart the mouths of those people.

Too fast, too fast, there's no way to dodge it!

Apart from the people further away who fled upon seeing the situation, everyone around was instantly silenced by Kiritsugu Emiya.

But that doesn't mean he spared these guys' lives.

Rather, it was because after seeing the light that he found repulsive, he was no longer prepared to let these evil spirits off so easily.

Even though he considered himself a heartless, callous executioner and cleaner, he was deeply stimulated for the first time in a long time, and for the first time, he felt an urgent desire to take the lives of a group of people.

"Something...something happened, what?"

The little girl looked nervous.

She heard the young man's screams, and then many other screams.

But the expected fist and terrifying hand did not land on him.

On the other side, Kiritsugu Emiya was preparing to continue dealing with the half-dead humans who had wet themselves in fear, slumped on the ground, desperately clutching their necks and backing away, but unable to make a sound.

Upon hearing the little girl's voice, his body froze instantly.

Kiritsugu Emiya is even more taciturn than he was in life; in fact, most of the time, he could be considered mute.

He had long since turned himself into a tool, a cold killing machine, only capable of completing missions and carrying out assassination orders, and had forgotten how to communicate with people.

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His style is characterized by prudence, thoroughness, and taciturnity.

This is why, although he had stopped and stood there for a long time because he was attracted by the little girl's singing, he did not disturb or approach her at all.

He's not the type to be good at dealing with people, especially children.

Not to mention, he saw a resemblance between Ilya and the other person.

Emiya Kiritsugu, his resurgence is impossible to predict!

Being meticulous, he didn't even use his most proficient, effective, and efficient firearms, but instead used a silent short blade, which still caused those people to scream in agony.

That child would be scared if no one comforted him.

Finally, driven by a strong emotion, his hoarse voice—it had been so long since he had spoken or heard his own voice—was finally roused.

He tried to make his voice sound as natural as possible as he slowly said, "Nothing... happened... a little accident, everyone around has left... you're safe now."

Those who were still clinging to life were filled with immense fear upon hearing Kiritsugu Emiya's words.

Safety?!

No, it's not safe here at all!

Forcibly silencing everyone is tantamount to driving everyone away one by one.

"Thank you, did you save me?"

The little girl was very clever and seemed to have already figured it out.

At this moment, Emiya Kiritsugu, who seemed like a demon to the crowd, appeared strangely developed due to his long period of isolation, but to the little girl's ears, he seemed incredibly gentle.

She seemed to sense a tender and affectionate heart within it.

Because they are cursed children and have endured a lot of beatings, bullying, and verbal humiliation, the children are particularly sensitive. True and pure kindness shines brightly and warmly in their perception, like a torch in the darkness!

Emiya Kiritsugu remained silent, unsure how to respond for a moment:...............!

The stench of blood in the air seemed to have completely shattered his well-intentioned lie, and even so—

Standing in the blood-soaked street, looking as dangerous as a demon, the little girl showed no fear. Instead, she bowed and seemed to lean closer to him on her own initiative.

"Can't she smell the pungent stench of blood at her feet?!"

Instinctively, Kiritsugu Emiya took a step back, instinctively not wanting his filthy body to defile the child's clothes and pure heart.

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Chapter 130 Have you ever regretted being born?

Through his eyes, which were hidden behind gauze bandages, Kiritsugu Emiya seemed to feel a pair of burning gazes.

But there must be something wrong with her eyes, right?