Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Noble Phantasm: A++

[Employment skills]

Ten Sages of the Temple of Martial Arts: A

Human Killer: A+

Body and Soul Unity: B

【Inherent skills】

Daqin Combat Skills: B+

Magical Marching Technique: A+

Kill unknown: EX

【Noble Phantasm】

——Looking around, there is not a single skill that belongs to Shuoyue.

In a special situation like this, Shuoyue believed that there was only one possibility.

"A pseudo-Servant is a creature that uses a human as a vessel and allows a heroic spirit to possess the vessel." The man leaned down, using the stream water to reflect his white hair and golden-red pupils that seemed to contain blood.

"But what's interesting is that Pseudo-Servants are usually dominated by Heroic Spirits, and the humans possessed are usually in a sleeping state. However, this Heroic Spirit generously handed over the leadership to me and fell into a deep sleep."

This is also the reason why Shuoyue, although he descended with his own consciousness, was unable to perform magic - compared to his meager magical power, the original owner of this body seemed to be better at wielding swords and guns and deploying troops.

Although the servant who merged with Shuoyue hid his real name, Shuoyue had already judged the identity of this heroic spirit based on the fragments in the records and the black Xuanniao flag that he subconsciously summoned during the battle.

"But why would a great man like this appear in this place...?" This was the only thing that confused Shuoyue.

But he soon put aside the unanswered questions and turned his attention back to the current situation.

His main mission in this singularity has been determined - that is to obtain the Holy Grail.

In order to obtain the Holy Grail, he must stand at the gambling table, and to stand at the gambling table, he must have enough chips.

In a war between nations, his bargaining chips are the number of soldiers at hand and...

Servants who can reverse possession and are like human nuclear warheads.

A flash of blood flashed in the man's eyes, and then he called the herald beside him:

"Notify them and order the scouts to start the operation tomorrow morning. Gather intelligence with Pisa as the center."

"Yes!" The herald saluted and left.

Shuoyue looked at the herald's respectful figure, but he knew in his heart that this loyalty was not dedicated to him, but to Rome.

Thinking of this, Lingji began to feel dissatisfied.

"However, let's lie low until the time comes. Kill to stop killing, fight to stop fighting - our legend has just begun."

"Let's go back, Atlas of Destiny."

[Received, transfer started]

With a feeling of weightlessness, Shuoyue's soul was once again lifted up infinitely and thrown into the vast universe.

[Successfully returned to the original world line, please re-enter the singularity within five days! ]

Three days later, at the residence of Yuzu in Kuonji Temple

In the cool air, the doll-like girl woke up on time.

Change clothes, wash up, and go to the restaurant.

The light from the skylight shone on her clothes, strolling on the independent stage between black and white. On a clear day, her pupils reflected the light of the world soaked in silence.

When passing through the hall, the young boy with white hair and golden eyes was sitting upright in a chair, and the obscure big book on the table was replaced with another one.

Noticing the landlord's arrival, Shota raised his head and nodded with a smile. Youzhu looked a little reluctant, but still nodded his chin and walked into the sunroom in the aroma of black tea.

In the sunroom, a ninja wearing a kimono and with her long black hair tied into a ponytail was waiting at the table, where a delicious breakfast was already prepared.

The sunlight poured down, casting a golden hue on Kuonji Arizuma's eyes, making her look as if she and Kato Danzo were twin sisters.

"Please, Ms. Yuju."

"Ah."

Outside the restaurant, Shuoyue closed the last page of the book. After making sure that he had stuffed every last bit of knowledge into his brain, he stood up and stretched his limbs.

Three days have passed since he returned from the second singularity, and his injuries have basically healed.

The beautiful and quiet vacation is over and it's time to leave.

"Ms. Youzhu, I think it's time to say goodbye to you."

The hand holding the knife and fork of Kuonji Yuzu stiffened slightly, and he raised his head, staring at Shuoyue at the door with his black pearl-like eyes:

Yeah."

"Yes, after all, I have been bothering you for a long time." Sakutsuki joked, "You won't kill me or seal my memory like Shizuki Sojuro did, right?"

It was just a joke, but Youzhu frowned and asked an unexpected question.

"Who is Shizuki Sojuro...?"

After bidding farewell to the reclusive witch lady, Sakutsuki and Kato Danzo walked down the mountain slowly, just like a pair of siblings on an autumn outing.

But the sister had a blank expression on her face, while the brother seemed to be thinking about something.

"What a strange phenomenon. I only appeared after the Night of the Magicians. Logically, the previous stories should not be affected by me, a butterfly."

"According to what Kuonji Yuzu said, at that time, Orange wanted to seize the land veins of Misaki City, but was defeated by her and Aozaki Aoko... Where is Kusajuro? Where is Orange's golden wolf Beo?"

"Do you need me to investigate, Master?" Kato Danzo asked.

"No need, we'll leave now." Shuoyue refused. He took out his cell phone and quickly sent a message to Weber.

Then, Sakutsuki grabbed Kato Danzo's hand and silently said in his heart:

"Destiny Atlas, start transferring."

[Permissions activated, locking the world line...locked successfully.]

【Start transfer】

Feeling the familiar energy enveloping him, Shuoyue took a deep breath and entered a state of combat readiness.

The three-year agreement has arrived, welcome the Dragon King... ahem, I’ve cut to the chase.

Endsworth family, are you ready to welcome me?

A flash of light passed by, and the two figures completely disappeared from this world.

If the journey to the second singularity was an accident, then the reward given by the Fate Atlas, the right to return to the original world, would definitely not be a problem...

Right?

What Shuoyue didn't know was that if he left later, he would receive an automatic reply on his phone, which read:

"Hello, dear sir/madam, I am sorry to inform you that El-Melloi II is currently refusing all communications for some reason..."

This space is a complete world.

Darkness and spots of light.

In the center of the vast spherical room dyed black by the night sky, a wooden chair was floating.

Although the shape alone is luxurious, the faded wood has a certain charm, and it does not give people a sense of luxury that is offensive. Instead, it can transform the surrounding atmosphere into a more solemn one simply by existing here.

At first glance, it looks like a special seat for a prince or noble. But if that were the case, this chair shouldn't have such a strong sense of presence, so strong that even if a head of state sat on it, he would be considered an accessory of the chair, not the owner of the chair. If an ordinary person sat on this chair, he would probably be instantly swallowed up by the sense of presence it exudes.

This is a chair that makes people think so.

This space is prepared to celebrate this chair.

The current situation makes it necessary to accept such an evaluation even if one hears it, but——

The man, who was surrounded by a more solemn aura than the chair, was making the backrest of the chair creak loudly.

"Well……"

If this room is a miniature of the universe, then the man sitting on the chair in the center of the room has an aura that is commensurate with his status as the owner.

This is an elder, who looks to be about 50 to 60 years old. Although his hair and beard are all white, his back is straight. His sturdy figure is more oppressive than that of a middle-aged man in his prime. The wrinkles on his forehead, eyebrows and corners of his eyes add a touch of vicissitudes of life to the old man, but he does not have the old age that an elderly person should have.

The most impressive thing is the old man’s eyes. It has nothing to do with pupil color, nor do they have any special features. They are just deep and profound, just like the starry sky around the old man, with no end in sight, as if these eyes contain countless mysteries.

The old man's name was Kishua Zelrich Shubain-Ogu.

And in front of him, a figure with white hair and golden eyes was slowly emerging.

Chapter 225: Land of Steel, UO and Magicians

Kishua Zelrich Shubein Ogu.

In the secular world, he is not well-known, but in the mysterious world, he is well-known to everyone.

The name itself represents a legend. People either admire him, or fear him, or for various purposes, have given him various titles, such as the Second Magician, the Supreme Magician, the Magic Marshal, the Jewel Master, the Fourth of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles. He is truly a man standing at the top of the mysterious side.

In FGO's concept costume, he is also a veritable T0-level card. Anyone who has used him knows the joy of placing his Noble Phantasm directly at the beginning of the game.

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“This axis is wrong.”

The old man slid the fingers of his right hand in the air, causing the celestial bodies reflected on the surrounding walls to rotate.

“Is this polarized light also completely extinguished?”

“Oh, that’s a pretty good cut.”

Then, the pages of the book floating in front of the old man flipped open in coordination with his movements, recording all kinds of "information" in real time.

There was a strange pattern painted on the title page of the book, as if there were countless concentric circles stacked on top of each other, with dense lines radiating outward from the center of the circle.

Some of these lines extend to the outermost circle and continue to diverge outward, while others stop at one layer.

The thickness of the book is about the same as that of an ordinary encyclopedia.

It is so huge, but every time the old man slides his fingers, thousands or tens of thousands of pages appear and disappear.

The old man continued this task for a while, until the figure in front of him became clear and finally opened his golden eyes.

Without further ado, both of them understood each other's identities.

"The second magician."

"Hello, a qualified candidate for the third magician."

In the room that reflected the universe, an inexplicable feeling of oppression made Shuoyue feel a little solemn. With the shining platinum light, Shota's figure gradually transformed into a tall and handsome young man, who sat down as a chair was projected.

"The third method? It's such a long-lost glory." The wrinkles on the old man's face relaxed for a rare moment, revealing a smile.

"So, what did the great Demon Marshal want to tell me by stopping me alone?" The young version of Shuo Yue leaned back in his chair, seemingly relaxed, but actually on high alert.

After all, his soul does not belong to the Type-Moon world, and he is still a little weak in front of the top bosses of Type-Moon.

"Don't be nervous, young magician." The old man, who obviously knew something, said calmly, "No matter where you come from or where you will go, an old man like me will not interfere with your thoughts. All I care about is the continuation of magic and how to reverse that common end."

Having said this, the old man's deep eyes fell on the young man whose expression changed slightly.

"It seems you already know what I want to say."

Hearing this, Shuoyue pursed her lips, nodded, and said the ending that had been written from the beginning:

"Land of Steel."

Just by saying this word, the desperate aura of doomsday is overwhelming.

A city lingers on in the remains of UO.

The UO kept coming, and Ali struggled to survive. The blood of the enemies and herself filled the sky and blocked the sun...

It is not an official name, but a colloquial name used by the "people" living on the dead earth, referring to the dying star, the end of a generation.

In a sense, planets are also a form of life. Although their lifespan is extremely long compared to the short-lived humans, they will eventually die.

The Earth was dying, and Gaia, the restraining force, also disappeared. Before disappearing, it called on its compatriots, the UOs from other planets in the solar system, to exterminate all life on the planet.

, one of the original beings), the strongest life form on each planet (Note 1). It has no concept of a name itself, but was given a name by the remaining humans, such as "Steel Land".