I traveled through hundreds of worlds at once

Type-Moon World, December 23, 1996.

In a remote forest in the suburbs of Tokyo, a dark blue magic circle emerged.

A young man holding a black ancient book and a golden cup, and a woman wearing black armor and holding a black flag appeared in this remote forest.

"This is your bastard world! The air is full of stench! No wonder a bastard like you was born." Black Jeanne holding a black flag felt the thin source of energy in the air and sneered with a stinky face.

"A mere power bank dares to talk to the master like this!"