Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 108 People Not Belonging to This Era, Singularities Beyond Common Sense

As the sun sank into the distant mountains, its orange-red afterglow spread across the entire surface of the Weiyuan River.

The evening breeze, carrying the dampness of the river, swept across the embankment, lifting the hem of the wise king's black and gold robes and also stirring the golden hair that fell across the tyrant's forehead.

Two kings of the same origin and spirit, but from different eras, stood face to face on the embankment, not in a tense standoff, but simply engaging in an equal dialogue.

"It's become a singularity? It seems Gaia has finally realized something's wrong. Well, this kind of future is absolutely unacceptable to their planetary suppression. Conquering and enslaving planets is just too domineering."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to glimpse the magnificent scene of humanity's Iron Curtain covering half of the Milky Way in that future. Suddenly, he threw his head back and let out a deafening laugh. The unrestrained laughter carried far and wide on the wind across the river.

King Xian remained calm throughout, his crimson eyes gleaming with a sharp light as he accurately grasped the key words in the man's words: "Conquest and enslavement? It seems that what's happening in this world is far more exaggerated than I imagined."

"Of course, the future of this world is just too wonderful. It's a romance that belongs only to humankind. It's so romantic that now I just want to see it become an unchangeable reality."

Hearing his younger self utter such a reckless and arrogant declaration, the Wise King's brows furrowed deeply, his aura instantly darkening, his tone as stern as ice: "You should know better than anyone that once this world is designated as a singularity, it will be judged by human reason as having an erroneous development trajectory, with no possibility of a future. In the end, it will only lead to the complete erasure and cleansing of all living beings and the future of the entire world."

But the words "human reasoning" and "singularity" seemed to have struck a huge joke. Tyrant Flash was stunned for a moment, then burst into unrestrained laughter while clutching his stomach.

He laughed so hard he bent over, his arrogant laughter echoing across the empty riverbank, striking the cold bridge piers, and drifting away on the river, startling the night birds in the puddles on the shore. The wise king was filled with astonishment and confusion.

"What right do they have to define right and wrong?! Just because something doesn't conform to their expectations, do they have to completely lock down the future of the human race? But when a possibility arises that transcends their understanding and breaks free from their shackles, aren't the soul of this planet and the so-called guarantee of human reason also wrong?!"

"What are you talking about?" King Xian felt increasingly that something was wrong with him. His brows furrowed tightly, and his tone was filled with disbelief and seriousness.

"I say one," Tyrant Shan stepped forward, opening his arms as if to embrace the entire winter wood and the entire starry river, his voice carrying the domineering air of the most ancient king looking down upon the world.

"Neither restraint nor the foundations of human reason are qualified to define the future of this world!"

"Because humanity in this world is destined to surpass them! Step by step, step by step, treading over all constraints and shackles, conquering the stars, cleansing the galaxy, controlling the universe, and reaching the pinnacle of uniqueness!"

As everyone knows, the Holy Grail War is conducted in secret, so when the Heroic Spirit Locke and Hercules broke out in battle, everyone's attention was drawn and they all rushed over.

When Locke, in several distinct Heroic Spirit forms, crushed eleven of Hercules' lives in succession, leaving only one last chance for resurrection in the Twelve Trials, Illya's world completely collapsed.

She could no longer bear to watch the Berserker, who had fought so hard to protect her like family, vanish and return to the Throne of Heroes. Like a madwoman, she broke through the lingering shockwaves of the battle, and as Hercules' Master, she used her frail body to shield Heracles' massive form, her wailing scream tearing through the night streets: "Stop!"

The one who appeared at this moment was Nicona Sharokin, the harbinger of death.

His signature black power armor blended into the night, while the muzzle of his poison sniper rifle was pressed firmly against Hercules' forehead.

He glanced at Ilya rushing towards him through the corner of his eye through his goggles. The crimson glow in his goggles did not waver in the slightest. He completely ignored her screams, and his armored fingertips steadily and slowly pressed down on the trigger.

For him, his mission was to snipe the guy in front of him; nothing else mattered.

In that instant, Ilya didn't care about anything else.

Like a young beast risking its life, she pounced on the giant arm covered in power armor like a madwoman, using her frail body, which seemed so fragile it would break at any moment, to tightly entwine the finger pulling the trigger.

Although her two hands couldn't even fully encircle that thick, armored finger, she used all her magic and strength, her own weight and body, to desperately press down, preventing that finger from pulling the trigger that could end everything. Hot tears fell uncontrollably onto the broken asphalt road.

The stark contrast instantly provoked the displeasure of the human villain who was watching the fight while eating popcorn (he was forcibly dragged over by his junior, Mashu), who, along with Shirou Emiya, shouted, "Stop!"

"stop!"

Sharojin released his finger from the trigger, the cold power armor visor sweeping over Ilya, who was clutching his finger tightly and trembling with sobs. His voice was as cold as winter ice, utterly devoid of emotion: "Be glad, mortal. The mercy of the Lord of Mankind has also descended upon you who manipulate witchcraft. You and the beasts behind you are no longer my targets."

The moment he finished speaking, his figure became transparent like black mist blown away by the wind. Amidst the surging light and shadow, a Prototype Space Marine wearing lava-colored power armor from the Salamander Chapter had appeared on the spot. The finely crafted servo prosthetic arm on his left arm, gleaming with a cold metallic light, was particularly conspicuous in the night.

Sakan deliberately made all his movements as soft as if he were afraid of startling a frightened cub, and slowly squatted down.

Looking at Ilya, whose face was streaked with tears and whose eyes were red as she stared at him warily, his deep voice came through the speaker, full of apology and gentleness: "I am very sorry, the Dark Raven Guards under Master Sharokin have always had such a cold and ruthless style of doing things, but this is by no means their true nature."

We all fight for the great Emperor, to protect all of humanity.

"Emperor? What a bold name! But I don't seem to remember it at all. What about you?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, looking carefree, walked over, seemingly asking Emiya Shirou and the others, but actually hinting at the doctor and Leonardo da Vinci who were still in Chaldea.

"Who are you!"

Provoked by an outsider, everyone finally realized that they were in a state of war. Hercules, who had recovered considerably, pushed Illya aside, and Artoria picked up the holy sword again and pointed it at Sakan.

Centered on Sakan, who was kneeling on one knee, Illya, Hercules, and Shirou and his group across the street formed a tense yet strangely stable triangular standoff.

Just then, a frantic voice came through the communicator in Fujimaru Ritsuka's ear: "Ritsuka! The situation is completely out of control! We can't find any information about their Spirit Origin response! Even if we do a full-time fuzzy search based on their previous statements, there are absolutely no matching Heroic Spirits, mythological figures, or historical figures!"

Furthermore, we questioned all the Servants remaining in Chaldea, and not a single one recognized their origins! Be careful; they may not be from any era we are familiar with.

Having survived the baptism of life and death in several singularities, Fujimaru Ritsuka was no longer the novice Master he once was. The carefree smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a serious expression. He realized that the current situation was beyond the realm of reason and required careful handling.

If the other side's extraterrestrials exist, then we'll be in big trouble.

Locke, disguised as Sakan, had already seen all of this.

His gaze swept over Mash, who was standing beside Ritsuka and instinctively raised her shield to protect her Master. He instantly knew who the other person was, but he didn't know which version of the evil human was.

If there are four beastmen of human evil in the warehouse, then he should be careful.

However, they had prepared a complete set of contingency plans to deal with Chaldea's intervention well in advance, so they were not flustered at all.

He slowly stood up, his deep voice booming from the power armor's speaker, calm and devoid of any hostility: "No need to be nervous, we can sit down and have a proper talk, about my lord's friend, the poor son of man, and—"

The moment the crimson flames in Sakan's goggles locked onto Fujimaru Ritsuka, the aura of his spiritual energy suddenly changed drastically. It was as if another, more powerful will had instantly taken over his body, and his entire aura and demeanor transformed into a completely different being in the blink of an eye.

Varo Tigurius: "￥&*&@"

A language not belonging to humans flowed from the mouth of the strongest psionicist and chief think tank of the Ultramarines Legion. Everyone present instantly felt their hair stand on end, and a deep-seated, bone-chilling fear gripped their hearts. Within those indistinct sounds, it seemed, lay an absolute truth that, once fully heard, would completely erase even one's own existence.

When a language not belonging to humans, or rather, a language deliberately meant to be inaudible, was spoken by the strongest psionicist and chief think tank member of the Ultramarines Chapter, everyone instinctively felt a chill run down their spines, as if those words were absolute truths that would be erased once heard.

Meanwhile, far away at the observation deck in the Chaldea control room, Sherlock, the head of the Chaldea intelligence team...

Holmes completely ignored Modias's incessant rambling beside him.

An overwhelming premonition was slowly creeping up his spine; the mysterious being before him might become his greatest challenge in this world.

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