Abnormal Moon

Chapter 103 After the Third Despair

A heart that had withered for four hundred years seemed to be reborn at this moment.

He felt an inexhaustible source of motivation and was determined to complete this mission no matter what.

After making up his mind, Jiemon used his wealth accumulated over four hundred years to exchange for the Einzbern family's artificial human technology from the Mage's Association. He then returned to his territory and devoted himself to the experiment of reproducing Amakusa Shiro's abilities in the form of the Mystic Eyes.

If this experiment succeeds, then he will have lived up to the expectations of Lord Amakusa who saved his life, and he can go to hell to see his father and mother with a smile!

No, Dad and Mom definitely won't go to hell. They were good people and never harmed anyone in their lives, unlike him, whose hands are stained with the blood of countless lives. Even if he dies, he'll only go to hell.

Although it's very sad, I still hope that I won't be reunited with my father and mother in hell.

Filled with fervor, Jiemon plunged headlong into the experiment.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.

The experiment was far too difficult; it was practically a fantasy.

No matter how many artificial humans he created, even using living people or even babies as materials, the experiments made no progress whatsoever.

Amakusa Shiro's unique magic circuits cannot be reproduced by human means at all.

By this time, Jiemon already knew that Amakusa Shiro was able to create miracles not because he was a saint or the son of God, but because he was born with a very special magic circuit. His magic circuit was changing every moment, so he could intervene in any magic base. And the world was filled with countless natural magic bases, so he could use magic engraved in the world with every move he made, such as healing and walking on water.

But no matter what he did, he was unable to reproduce this ever-changing magic circuit, let alone transform it into a magic eye.

Just as his emotions were beginning to spiral out of control, a cyborg was born.

The android that was prematurely created in his magic workshop was quickly placed under his protection.

Jiemon knew that among the androids created by Einzbern, there would occasionally be one or two special cases, and these cases usually possessed very special qualities.

After conducting the experiment on him, Jiemon came to a conclusion that filled him with ecstasy.

This android's body possesses an incredibly formidable capacity for "adaptation"! His magic circuits can even change according to the adjustments made during his experiments!

Ji'emon was overjoyed.

He gouged out the android's eyes and put it into the laboratory.

After a full year of experimentation, he finally succeeded in adjusting the magic circuits in the Mystic Eyes, transforming them into unprecedented Mystic Eyes with the same abilities as Amakusa Shiro!

The experiment progressed more smoothly than anyone could have imagined.

It went so smoothly that he even wondered if the very source of the problem was helping him achieve his long-cherished wish.

Of course, this is just an unrealistic fantasy during leisure time.

If he were someone chosen by the source and favored by the source, he wouldn't have experienced that despair and would have been living a good life with his parents in the village where he grew up.

He originally intended to implant the demonic eyes into his own body, but after experimenting, he discovered that the demonic eyes could only be matched with their original owners and could not be used for his own purposes.

Left with no other choice, he had to return the Demon Eye to the android.

Soon after, the android reopened its eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he asked a question that caught Jiemon completely off guard.

Where is Zhenna?

I don't care at all.

Extremely naive and childish.

Ji'emon casually brushed him off.

Then he started teaching him magic tricks.

Since the Mystic Eyes can only be used by this homunculus, the only option is to make this homunculus stronger, then send him to Fuyuki City to use the Mystic Eyes on the Greater Grail, alter its mechanism, and thereby save the world and restore it to its original state.

Jiemon shared his knowledge and experience in magic accumulated over four hundred years with him without reservation.

This is unimaginable in the world of magic.

Unless one is the direct descendant of a family line who is destined to inherit the magic crest and become the head of the family in the future, there is absolutely no way they could receive such treatment.

He's just an artificial human, a tool meant to be used and discarded. Countless of them have died in the abandoned pool. They should be grateful to him for such treatment.

He also ordered the other magicians, ordinary people, and androids on the mountain to treat this android as a "saint" and "son of God," and to kowtow and kneel before him whenever they met.

This is merely Jiemon's way of remembering Amakusa Shiro, a way of reminiscing about the past.

then.

The third wave of despair arrived.

One day, that android betrayed him.

He wasn't hypnotized at all, and unknowingly mastered some of the uses of the Demon Eye. He used the Demon Eye to control the barrier on the mountain, burning everyone on the mountain to death.

"Traitor! You traitor!"

Ji'emon roared.

"hahahahahahahaha!"

The android laughed maniacally.

As a result, he faked his death and escaped once again.

But the mission he finally found, and all the achievements he had worked hard for and accomplished, were all destroyed in that fire.

Another fire.

Another fire!

Another fire!!!

He thought he had found his value in living, but when the time came, he lost that value.

Three times of despair.

Every time, I lose something.

Every time, I end up with nothing.

Even just one instance would be enough to bring someone down to rock bottom, leaving them devastated and unable to recover. Not to mention that Jiemon experienced it three times.

Ji'emon left the mountain.

He lost the meaning of his remaining life, and even became unsure of what to do, and spent another three years in a daze.

Just like the past few centuries, three years passed without purpose or life.

But it's different from the past.

This time, he finally gave up even thinking.

He walks numbly, eats numbly, and sleeps numbly every day, merely passing each day to survive. But all the drive that motivates him has been drained. He lives not because he wants to live, but simply because he is alive.

Then one day, news reached his ears that the Fifth Holy Grail War was about to begin.

Jiemon remained silent alone in the heavy snow for several days.

Finally, he turned and set off for Fuyuki City.

He has lost everything.

But I still remember the sense of mission I felt when I rekindled my passion, and the passion that had been absent for hundreds of years that filled my heart.

Even after losing his magic eyes, his magic workshop, his disciples, and his descendants, he still had things to do.

—To save the world.

He's going to participate in the Holy Grail War.

It's nothing.

The only difference is that the tasks have changed slightly compared to before.

Since we can't make the world go back to how it was ten years ago, we at least can't let it become worse than it is now.

Since we can't use the Greater Grail, let's just destroy it.

This is his wish to participate in the Holy Grail War this time.

Chapter 104 The Last Thoughts

"Uh ah ah!"

Ji'emon was pinned to the ground with several golden weapons piercing through his limbs.

Excruciating pain shot through his limbs, causing him to scream in agony.

"Master...!"

Joan of Arc then realized what was happening and quickly returned to Jiemon's side.

His limbs were completely pierced, but for a magician, this kind of injury is not fatal.

"My question has not yet been answered. Who gave you permission to escape without permission, you mongrel?"

Gilgamesh looked at Jiroemon, his face instantly turning frosty, his expression filled with murderous intent.