I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

It's simply a hope that Du Wei will take better care of the Jing clan in the future.

In her vision of the future, Du Wei is a figure who has never existed.

As a variable, he has the potential to change the fate of the Mirror Clan, thereby allowing its members to find a way to survive in a seemingly inevitable end.

Einset wants Duvi to change the fate of the Mirror Clan.

Two hundred years from now, according to the fate shown in the future vision, the Mirror Clan will be wiped out in a senseless massacre.

She didn't want her people to die like that.

Du Weixin readily agreed.

It would be best if we could avoid any obstacles, but that would mean owing a favor to the Mirror Clan.

This is a deal that won't lose you money.

In the dark swamp, Du Wei wanted to find that being.

The Mirror Clan has always been a clan that worries about the future of Britain, making them far better than the fairies of other clans.

This can be seen from their guarding of the dragon's remains.

Du Wei wouldn't mind lending them a helping hand.

Led by the Mirror Fairy, Du Wei and the others ventured into the Dark Swamp to inspect its condition.

Clara and Bagst didn't know why Duve had come here.

The swamp was filled with murky, black, putrid mud.

The Dark Swamp was formed because of the rotting flesh and blood of Albion after his death, which mingled with the seawater.

However, the dark swamp contains far more than just this.

It also contains countless grievances and curses.

The northern fairies, who were brutally murdered during the Spring War of the Six Thousand Years of Fairy Calendar, have had their hatred infused into this swamp.

It spans eight thousand years of accumulated resentment.

Just being near a swamp makes me feel uncomfortable.

The toxicity hidden within can even affect a Servant's Spirit Origin, and prolonged exposure can trigger genetic mutations in living beings.

The place where the dirtiest things in Britain gather.

A jar of poison that gathers filth and curses.

This is the British euphemism for the Dark Swamp.

No fairy wanted to step into it.

Clara and Bagst only came in because they were with Duve.

They could feel extremely uncomfortable as soon as they entered, with a feeling of nausea stemming from their bodies.

Fortunately, this is not unbearable.

These poisons meant nothing to Du Wei, who was a demon.

A mere curse is nothing compared to the power of someone who carries ten thousand souls.

"Britain is a den of filth... Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I understand what it's really like... It's too ugly..."

Even Bagst couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

It smelled like the stench of rotting flesh in a garbage dump, combined with the musty smell that had accumulated in the dark for a long time.

Anyone would find it utterly disgusting.

Bagst and Clara instinctively didn't want to get involved with the dirty water.

However, Du Wei didn't care at all.

He walked alone into the swamp, his lower body almost completely stained with filth, his once clean and tidy clothes suddenly becoming fishy and sticky.

Its gaze swept across every corner of the swamp.

One's own inspiration plays a role.

We must find the piece of meat soaking in this swamp, and prevent it from encountering that wrong entity.

That's right, Duve is looking for Albion's chunks of meat.

This piece of meat would later become Melusine.

Rather than letting it fall in love with Aurora, which shines only for itself, it's better to make it a sharp weapon that can be used by itself.

Du Wei was searching for the props.

However, when he finally found it, he realized he was wrong.

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The creature was found in the dark lake.

The wriggling chunks of flesh survived in the rotten filth in an unsightly way, a way of life that was truly disgusting.

You'd probably feel a sense of rejection at first sight.

The same applies to Du Wei.

He initially approached it with the idea of ​​using it as a prop.

Walking through the murky, foul water, the splashing filth clung to my long hair, and the feeling of the hair sticking tightly to my skin was unpleasant.

Incidentally, the Fairy Kingdom doesn't have the concept of cutting hair.

That's why Du Wei grew his hair long.

His willow-like hair swayed slightly, exuding elegance, and his eyes, as deep and unfathomable as a pool, held a profound depth.

It vaguely reveals an ethereal and illusory quality.

He is undoubtedly a handsome man who combines elegance and dashing charm.

That's how it appears in the eyes of those floating chunks of meat.

This is something that should not exist in filth.

Having been accustomed to living like a single-celled organism, mired in filth, it has witnessed a beauty it has never seen in thousands of years.

Gradually, the chunk of meat tried to get closer.

And Du Wei was also getting closer to it.

Du Wei finally saw the "piece of meat" he had been searching for.

What a tenacious and yearning creature it was.

That was my first thought upon seeing it.

It not only lacks tendons and bones, but also lacks cilia necessary for cell movement, resembling a simple microcellular organism.

It looks extremely ugly.

But it looked somewhat familiar to Du Wei.

The piece of flesh stretched out as if trying to get closer to him, but since it couldn't move, it could only wriggle in place.

Du Wei remembered.

How much like my former self...

In the past, I was just like that piece of flesh, languishing in the mud.

The original world he first experienced was like mud in his eyes.

There was a time when I was just like this piece of flesh, striving to find and get closer to something that shines (is important) in the world.

He was saved from near-collapse and failure.

Britain saved us.

I was in a really great mood at that time.

It felt like I was breathing successfully for the first time in this world, and a genuine joy welled up in my chest.

Finally, it's no longer an emotion borrowed from someone else.

Rather, it's the feelings that truly belong to oneself.

Thinking of this, Du Wei couldn't help but smile.

The pieces of meat were indeed quite ugly.

But this longing for something important—the familiar appearance of it—nothing could be more beautiful than this.

Because he was like that in the past.

Now it's time for me to save others.

Du Wei slowly reached for the piece of meat.