Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 104 The Legendary Lover King's Sixth Law Belongs Only to Humans

"To cultivate magic through the sacrifice of children? Such despicable acts are an insult to my eyes."

After Locke killed the Oil King, Gilgamesh jumped down from the cave entrance and came to Locke's side, fanning the air around him with an extremely disgusted look.

"Actually, you didn't have to come along."

"No way! Once you're out of my sight for a certain period, I'll subconsciously forget about you. Before you deactivate this ability, I'll generously allow you to share in my glory. No need to thank me for it, hahahahahaha!"

Locke, who was completely stunned by Gilgamesh's speech, turned around and looked at Gilgamesh with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot. However, the other party did not care at all, and laughed with his hands on his forehead, looking very proud. This was completely different from Locke's impression of him from ten years ago.

The two Locke brothers exchanged a glance, each seeing in the other's eyes the helplessness at Gilgamesh's impending transformation into a comedic character.

Gilgamesh's low laughter subsided, a lingering playfulness on his lips, but a deep, unfathomable wisdom flashed in his eyes.

He pointed to the witch Medea, who was slumped on the ground and completely unconscious, and casually probed, "But what do you plan to do with this woman?"

Gilgamesh's reason for choosing to stay with Locke was actually quite simple.

He wanted to witness firsthand whether the future this boy was trying so hard to avoid would still unfold exactly as it had been, without any change.

He wanted to witness with his own eyes the future where this race called humanity, through its own will and strength, would break free from all the meaningless servitude of gods and the shackles of planets, and ultimately leave its indelible mark on the starry sea of ​​half the Milky Way.

That is why, once he seizes the right opportunity, he will ruthlessly orchestrate a scheme called "human nature" for Locke.

The trial is to personally pull him out of the greenhouse and completely rid him of those unrealistic, naive fantasies that attempt to erase all the suffering in the world.

Of course, Locke not only did not reject Gilgamesh's repeated probing with sharp edges, but also felt that it suited his tastes. After all, as an actor, it is not advisable to perform a solo act. How can one perform without someone to act with?

Locke, leaning on his cane, slowly walked to Medea, who lay unconscious on the ground. He bent down and gently embraced the witch, who was curled up in her sleep and whose brows were furrowed even in her unconsciousness. Looking down at her pale face, his deep voice was filled with unyielding compassion. "She was a pitiful person who was toyed with by fate her whole life. I don't deny the evil she committed, but the root of it all began with that heart that was repeatedly betrayed and finally shattered."

"Oh?"

Gilgamesh's tone suddenly turned ominous, and a sense of foreboding settled in his heart.

"Your eyes, which can see through the river of time, should also be able to see that she was supposed to meet someone who would not let her down in this Holy Grail War."

If she were to return to the Holy Grail now, she would never be able to break free from the shackles of her destiny as the "betraying witch."

Gilgamesh's brow furrowed sharply, his pupils contracted sharply, and he inwardly cried out in alarm, "This is bad! My super MR that traverses the starry seas..."

(Mythical Rare) Why does it seem like it's going astray?

"I remember you weren't such a reckless person. Shouldn't your love be a grand vision for all humanity? How can you now abandon your greater self for the sake of this insignificant individual, to save this mere ego?"

Faced with Gilgamesh's lecturing question, Locke raised his hand and slowly channeled his now incredibly vast magical power into Medea's body, stabilizing her crumbling spiritual foundation and preventing her from immediately returning to the Holy Grail.

Then, he slowly raised his eyes to look at Gilgamesh, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable certainty: "No, I just suddenly realized that rather than the vague and abstract concept of 'loving humanity,' I should first learn to love every specific person around me—as long as they still have a chance to be saved."

"After all, each and every one of them is someone I want to save. The future has already given the answer: mechanical ascension can never fulfill my long-cherished wish, so I will choose another path."

His gaze swept across the sky beyond the workshop's dome, seemingly piercing the barriers of time and space, as he spoke each word with resounding conviction: "I will create a sixth law that belongs only to humankind."

"I want to lead humanity to a glorious evolution!"

The streets of Fuyuki were still shrouded in a thin morning mist, and the asphalt was damp with dew from the previous night. On the way to Fujimura's house, two noisy figures broke the tranquility of the street.

"Hey! You long-legged jerk, can't you be a little nicer?! I'm Sakura's brother!"

Shinji Matou stood with his hands on his hips and his neck stiff, blocking Rin Tohsaka's way. His signature seaweed-like hair was blown up by the morning breeze, and his face was flushed red. Although it was a declaration to protect his sister, he shouted it out as if he were arguing.

"You stinky seaweed! How dare you mention Sakura?!" Rin Tohsaka's almond-shaped eyes widened immediately. She stepped forward and confronted him, hands on her hips, unleashing her full power. "Is the Matou family's skin made of the Fuyuki Bridge piers? After doing that to Sakura, you have the nerve to call yourself her brother?!"

"Th-that wasn't me at all!" Shinji's momentum instantly deflated, his ears turning red. He quickly forced a snort and turned his face away. "Fine! I'm too lazy to argue with you! Anyway, let me make this clear: Sakura is now your Master. No matter what you're planning for the Holy Grail War, if Sakura doesn't agree, I absolutely won't let you do anything reckless!"

"Who cares what I say! Don't flatter yourself, you stinky seaweed!"

The two walked and argued all the way, their verbal sparring almost turning into a physical fight. These two natural enemies were protecting the same younger sister in their most awkward and hypocritical ways.

No, which timeline is this? Why is Shinji so harmless, and why is Sakura's situation known in advance?

Where did he put the restraint? Is this still the Fuyuki he knows? Why is he acting so strangely?

"Rin? Shinji?"

A gentle and familiar voice suddenly came from the roadside, instantly interrupting the two's argument.

The two, who were arguing heatedly, stopped talking at the same time and turned their heads in unison. They saw Shirou Emiya standing under a street lamp not far away, holding his phone in his hand, looking at them with a blank expression.

He couldn't contact Locke all morning and felt something was wrong, so he followed the street and ended up bumping into the two sworn enemies arguing.

Rin Tohsaka, who was bickering with Shinji like a cat with its fur standing on end just a second ago, instantly shed all her thorns the moment she saw Shirou Emiya.

With a swift movement, she instantly appeared behind Shirou Emiya, her slender fingers gripping the hem of his school uniform. Peeking out, she pointed at the bewildered Shinji Matou, her voice brimming with grievance as she complained, "Shirou! This seaweed-haired guy is bullying me!"

Shinji Matou: "???"

Shinji Matou: "Have some conscience!!!"

Just as the three were arguing and making jokes, a figure dressed in a blue tight-fitting battle suit had already silently disappeared into the shadows from the deep shade of the roadside trees not far away.

An unknown, unlucky E-ranked individual clicked his tongue impatiently, his crimson eyes fixed on the three unsuspecting people in the middle of the street. His entire being was filled with displeasure and resentment at being forced to carry out this sordid assassination plan.