Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 110 Forty Thousand Years of History, Imperial Truth!

In the Japanese-style room of Fujimura's house, the warm yellow light softened the otherwise cold and desolate atmosphere.

Seven people were huddled together around the low table, the steam from the matcha rising gently. Except for Fujimaru Ritsuka, no one touched the tea or snacks on the table.

Those who had narrowly escaped death in Fuyuki Town were either staring blankly or looking dazed, still frantically digesting the overwhelming information about the "Galactic Empire," "Human Emperor," and "Future Heroic Spirits."

For the honest and straightforward Shinji Kiri, having not witnessed the events firsthand, hearing about them from others left him feeling utterly disoriented. It was like reading a novel where the first chapter was about making friends at a new school, and the Nth chapter turned into "I am the ruler of humanity and the emperor of the universe."

This can no longer be called a contrast; it's more like the author was half asleep and mixed up the contents of two books.

Then he slammed his hand on the low table, suspecting they were joking: "Universe Emperor?? Locke??"

You guys must be joking, right? This joke isn't funny at all! Say something! Don't look at me like that!

I'm so scared!

Ilya knelt quietly to the side, holding a warm teacup in both hands. Her little head drooped, her usual fierce and mischievous demeanor completely gone, replaced by a dazed look. She asked softly, "Then—will our Holy Grail War continue?"

"It's pointless to hit her, Ilya-chan."

Fujimaru Ritsuka swung her toes while eating tea and snacks, speaking with the air of someone who had been there all along.

"The Holy Grail in your timeline has been corrupted. Any wish you make will come true in a very bad way. It's completely unnecessary. If you like the Holy Grail so much, I'll give you one sometime."

Mashu: "Senpai! You can't do that! That's forbidden!"

"I couldn't take it anymore!" Rin Tohsaka slammed her hand on the low table, making the teacups rattle. Pointing at Ritsuka Fujimaru, she was furious. "Who are you?! You just suddenly appeared out of nowhere with that golden-haired guy and somehow ended up sitting in our tea party!"

"Huh? Didn't that armored old man who seemed to have prophetic abilities already introduce himself to me?" Fujimaru Ritsuka patted her chest, looking utterly proud and self-assured. "I'm a human Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka! I'm here specifically to clean up the messes and solve problems for your world!"

Shinji Matou instantly straightened up, his eyes widening in shock: "Wait? Our world? So there are other worlds too?? Oh no, my head is getting more and more painful!"

Sakura Matou, who had been huddled in the corner without saying a word, gently tugged at Shinji's sleeve, a hint of timid unease in her eyes, and whispered, "Um—Shinji-nii, Locke-senpai—what exactly happened?"

"No way! What's your point?!" Rin Tohsaka's temple throbbed as she looked at the group, who had all automatically accepted the situation and completely ignored her probing questions. "Why are you all so unguarded around this unknown person?! Can't you be a little normal?!"

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Fujimaru Ritsuka cleared her throat, finally adopting a serious Master's demeanor. "Since you're all completely confused, then this last Master will take pity on you and explain it to you from beginning to end!"

Over the next half hour, Fujimaru Ritsuka, relying on the real-time information from Chaldea's backend, and with the occasional precise additions from the wise King Gilgamesh leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, completely explained the rules of the singularity and the mechanism of human reasoning to everyone.

Everyone in the room was stunned by the sheer volume of information. Shirou Emiya, gripping his teacup, spoke with a grave expression: "So—lockk originally shouldn't have had any connection with us, or with this Fuyuki at all?"

"Theoretically, that's correct." Fujimaru Ritsuka slumped on the cushion, scratching the back of her head with a headache. "We still don't understand where things went wrong. Anyway, in the hundreds of normal world lines recorded in Chaldea, we've never heard of anyone named 'Fujimura Locke'."

Gilgamesh, the wise king who was leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed, added slowly, "However, there are only two possibilities for a Servant who can summon a future Servant across time and space."

Either the anomaly is caused by the singularity itself, or these guys come from other parallel universes. In other words, this guy himself may not be the cause of the singularity's formation.

But the future where the future Servants reside is far too distant, so distant that it is completely beyond the control of human reason.

As soon as he finished speaking, Red A, who had been leaning against the kitchen door without saying a word the whole time, finally frowned and spoke in a cold voice: "That's right. If there really is such a human empire that spans half of the galaxy, why have I, as the guardian of the Counter Force, never seen or even sensed such a spacetime?"

Moreover, the fact that we exist in this era, not the future, suggests that the problem lies with this era; perhaps the future itself is a non-existent possibility.

Faced with his question, Gilgamesh glanced at him and, based on clues he had received from his other self, posed a possibility that sent a chill down everyone's spine: "Then let me ask you, what if this future is a world that humanity cannot but acknowledge as absolutely correct?"

Red A's face instantly darkened, his brows furrowing tightly. Completely unprepared for this possibility, he retorted in a low voice, "What do you mean by that?"

"The concept of the foundation of human reason should be self-evident, shouldn't it?" King Gilgamesh glanced down at him, his tone calm yet every word hitting the nail on the head. "Human reason will eliminate unnecessary parallel worlds and erase erroneous developmental trajectories, thereby ensuring the maximum possible continuation of human civilization's history. And those time points deemed necessary will be fixed as quantum recording timelines—"

However, the anchoring of human reason is carried out on a century-by-century basis.

But the future they inhabit spans a full forty thousand years.

Recalling the visions from the future that his past self in this world had transmitted to him through his clairvoyance, Gilgamesh always leaned towards believing in the future.

Upon hearing this, the intelligent people at the table instantly grasped the deeper meaning behind his words, feeling a chill creep up their spines. All of this had long exceeded the normal operating logic of human beings and was completely contrary to common sense.

Red A, however, thought further ahead and understood Gilgamesh's meaning almost instantly. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was very tense: "You mean—"

"That's right." Gilgamesh interrupted him decisively, his crimson eyes gleaming with an all-seeing sharpness. "If their future is real, then looking at all timelines, which human civilization could have gone further than this future? Perhaps the humans of that world have already broken free from the shackles of the throne of primates, abandoned the planetary restraints and the fundamental principles of human reasoning, and established their own unique 'human reasoning.'"

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the only plausible answer. So that's how it is. Only in this way can we explain why humanity was able to carve out a starry sea. It's because they were no longer bound by the rules of the planets. They used their own established human principles to firmly anchor the rules of the entire world.

He paused, his tone carrying an unwavering certainty confirmed by his other self on the banks of the Dongmu River: "If my other half's guess is correct, this human principle that has spanned forty thousand years of starry sea is the 'Imperial Truth' they believe in."

Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't speak. Although Gilgamesh's statement was bold and even absurd, they still wanted to hear him finish telling this romantic story of the future, of humanity conquering the stars.

"If things had followed the normal course of human reasoning, perhaps this Fuyuki Holy Grail War would not have caused any ripples."

He won't summon Servants, and you will all simply follow your predetermined fate to complete this battle belonging to mages. We won't be here either.

Gilgamesh's voice gradually deepened as he revealed his conjecture to the crowd, word by word.

"But the Holy Grail ultimately changed him. He wanted to fulfill an impossible dream: to end all suffering in the world. He believed that the way to do this was to move with time—and he forged himself into an immortal being."

"Immortal?"

"More or less, but no one knows how he achieved it. I only know the memories of those Space Marines, but their knowledge of history is completely different from ours, and may not even be the truth. Therefore, I can only say that it is incomplete."

"A century later, under the guidance of someone, human technology experienced an explosive leap, crushing the mysterious barrier with absolute power."

Countless miracles once revered as magic have become commonplace tricks; humanity has broken free from the gravity of its home planet, stepping into the cosmos for the first time and achieving interstellar travel.

"Another century has passed, and humanity's footprints have covered every planet in the solar system. What follows is a life-or-death struggle with the will of each planet and with the ultimate life form of the planets, U0."

"Under the protection of that immortal being, humanity spent a full ten thousand years shattering the shackles of every planet in the Milky Way, defeating the will of all planets and their U0. For the first time, the rules belonging to humanity transcended the original laws of the stars themselves."

"With this, humanity had completely triumphed over the stars, firmly grasping the fate of their race in their own hands. Then, they embarked on a grand expedition across the entire galaxy."

"Over the next ten thousand years, humanity, relying on its 'subspace' faster-than-light travel technology, conquered planet after planet, and its flag was planted across most of the galaxy. Thus, a human federation spanning the stars was established."

"That was humanity's golden age. Technology reached unprecedented heights, with powerful artificial intelligence, astounding genetic engineering, and even the creation of a mechanical race known as the 'Iron Men.' But disaster struck suddenly—an Iron Men rebellion devastated the entire human civilization."

"When it rains, it pours. The subspace that once supported humanity's voyages through the stars was suddenly struck by a terrifying storm that swept across the entire galaxy. Human colonies scattered throughout the galaxy were instantly plunged into a desperate situation of isolation and helplessness. The Federation that spanned the star seas disintegrated, and the Golden Age came to a complete end."

"But the Dark Age was the true beginning of everything. Warp storms severed humanity's connections, and the planets' primal laws once again overwhelmed human rules. Countless colonized planets became wastelands, and the human world turned into a purgatory."

And—and—and—he suddenly stopped, his brows furrowing tightly. He realized that he couldn't recall the name that spanned 40,000 years of history, and that he seemed to have always referred to himself as "he." It wasn't until Fujimaru Ritsuka noticed his odd behavior that she helped him say the name: "Locke."

"Yes." Gilgamesh snapped back to reality, his tone now heavy with renewed certainty. "And Locke, it was in this darkness that he laid the groundwork for his ultimate plan."

"Until the 30,000th year, Locke, who remained in Terra, led his Thunder Warriors and spent decades wiping out all the warlords on Earth, reunifying humanity's home planet. The rules of humanity were strengthened once again and spread to every corner of the galaxy."

"Afterward, he reclaimed the solar system, created the Primarch and the Space Marine Legion, and after making full preparations, launched the Great Crusade that swept across the entire galaxy."

He aims to reunite all the scattered human colonies, restore humanity's glory, and establish a human empire spanning the galaxy.

"And during the Great Crusade, what helped him shatter the planet's will, slay Zero, and traverse the sea of ​​stars was none other than the Astartes Legion, revered by all humanity as the 'Emperor's Angels.'"

He raised his eyes and swept them over everyone present, his tone suddenly hardening:

In other words, those heroic spirits from 40,000 years in the future that you fought not long ago.

As Gilgamesh finished speaking, the Japanese-style room fell into absolute silence. Even the Chaldea control room, which should have been filled with lively discussions, fell into a long silence on the other end of the communicator on Fujimaru Ritsuka's wrist.

Because everyone clearly realized at that moment:

Regardless of the veracity of this history, the rules of succession of the primate throne, the ironclad foundations of human reason, and whether the restraining force acknowledges these constraints, this future—one that frees humanity from the shackles of its home planet and stars, firmly grasps the destiny of the race in its own hands, and spans 40,000 years of starry sea—may be the most fulfilling and suitable future for the human race.

At the same time, Gilgamesh became even more curious about what kind of deal his other self had made with that other person (whose name he couldn't remember), and what that so-called better future really meant.

Could it be that he can really do something even the gods cannot? Turn the impossible into reality?

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