Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 111 The Great Emperor's Plan: Making the Fake Real

The mountain breeze from Ryudouji Temple swept across the eaves, rustling the leaves. The flickering candlelight in the room gently blended the composed profile of Kuzuki Souichirou with the delicate silhouette of Medea.

Caster, who was once scorned by the world as a "traitorous witch," now shed all her poisonous magic and sharp defenses, like a young animal that has finally found its home, and gently leaned on Kuzuki's shoulder.

She closed her eyes, but deep in her consciousness, the words that pierced her spirit foundation while she was unconscious, and the embrace that made her soul tremble, echoed repeatedly.

There was no scheming, no exploitation, no betrayal or hypocrisy she had endured her entire life, not even a trace of romantic desire; only pure, all-encompassing love that embraced all the world's pain.

That was a temperature she had long forgotten in her pain, like the comfort and warmth of her father's embrace when she was a child, enough to make her let down all her guard.

Those words, filled with compassion and determination, echoed again and again in the depths of her soul: "I want to rewrite her tragic fate, to bear all her suffering in her place, just as I wish—"

"Let her go and meet her destined one. The battles and intrigues of the Holy Grail War need not touch her in the slightest. Let her no longer worry about the storms ahead. Let her enjoy the beautiful life that is rightfully hers."

Before she could figure out who the voice belonged to, or whether the other person really wanted to help her escape the tragic fate of being a "betrayal witch" as the words said, so that she could go to her destined person, Souichirou, without any worries, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded from the barrier covering the entire Ryudou Temple.

When she finally arrived in the courtyard, clutching her magical costume and activating her magical circuit, a handsome figure with an iron-blooded aura was already standing quietly under the moonlight.

It was a thick, blood-red, finely crafted power armor that outlined a tall and imposing figure. The face revealed beneath the helmet was handsome yet carried the cold, hardened look of someone who had been through countless battles.

Without a second thought, Medea instantly conjured several poison-laced magical blades from her fingertips, aiming straight for her opponent's vitals. However, she paused just before striking, gritting her teeth and demanding sharply, "Who are you?! Since you chose to spare me back then, why are you coming to cause me trouble now?!"

"Medea, calm down. I'm not here to cause you any trouble." The red-armored warrior's voice rang out smoothly through the power armor's speaker, without a trace of hostility. "The one who spared you back then was the great human emperor."

Now, the Emperor needs your help.

Upon hearing the word "Emperor," Medea instantly recalled that warm embrace, devoid of any selfish desire, that made her soul tremble.

She stared intently at the person before her, making sure there was no intention of attack from them, before the light of the magic arrow dimmed slightly. Still wary, she cautiously asked, "You—what's going on here?"

Seeing that she had finally lowered her guard, Mephisto wore a compassionate expression and spoke slowly and heavily: "This will be a long story spanning forty thousand years."

When the epic of human history spanning forty thousand years and the emperor's grand vision of ending all suffering in the world were fully recounted, Medea remained silent for a long time.

Bearing the stigma of being a "betrayal witch," enduring the hardships of wandering and suffering the pain of being abandoned by loved ones and friends, all of this was shattered at this moment by that beam of mercy that crossed the starry sea.

At this moment, she was completely overwhelmed by the Emperor's supreme will that embraced the suffering of all mankind. She even raised her head, her eyes reddening, and made a vow to do her best for the Emperor and fight against the Masters and Servants who came to interfere.

Unsurprisingly, Mephisto declined her offer.

Looking at the witch before him, he calmly made another request that was more in line with her abilities. He hoped that Medea could use her magical skills as a magician of the Age of Gods to completely renovate the overall structure and barrier system of Ryudouji Temple, so that it would fully comply with the dueling rules and requirements set by the Emperor.

After doing all this, the Heroic Spirit Locke, who had transformed into Mephisto, had arrived at the location closest to the main body of the Greater Grail at Ryudou Temple: the core node of the Fuyuki Vein and the deepest part of the mountaintop pool.

He suppressed the psychic energy fluctuations emanating from his body, and the think tank runes on his azure power armor emitted a constant pale blue glow. With the pinnacle of psychic energy mastery of Astartes' chief think tank, he began to initiate a stable mental connection with his true form beneath the Holy Grail's void.

Before long, pure psionic energy waves pierced through the Holy Grail's magical barrier, successfully establishing a mental channel that isolated all interference.

The two consciousnesses met in their private mental space. Without any unnecessary pleasantries or probing, they went straight to the point and began to discuss the details of advancing all subsequent plans.

"Chaldea's involvement has greatly increased the risks we've exposed. Although we don't know why the Counter Force hasn't intervened further, we must be more vigilant, or all our efforts this time will be in vain."

"This was to be expected; the greater the risk, the greater the reward. However, your Space Marine character card alone is no longer enough to convince them, so I have another plan."

Locke, now a half-human Heroic Spirit, instantly perked up. As a human, he understood all too well what that smile meant, so he smiled back and uttered in perfect unison, "Oh?"

"After adapting to all the evils of this world, Demon Lord also analyzed the Throne of Heroes and the Great Source to some extent, but that is not enough. Without reaching the source, without going to a certain place, and without enough time, we simply cannot gain enough knowledge."

"So you want to use your distortion ability to speed all this up, right?"

During this period, in order to show off (crossed out) and earn the already meager popularity points to supplement his family's income, the heroic spirit Locke used his distortion ability quite a bit to help him achieve his goals. However, the result was that what he earned was far less than the amount he spent on the punishment for failing to distort his abilities.

I probably earned 124 popularity points, even after putting on a big show in front of Chaldea and all the Masters.

How much did he lose? He lost 1,800, enough for Hogwarts Locke to turn into a mad dog and devour him from head to toe. No wonder this trait has such a monstrous ability. If it weren't for other character cards that could earn popularity points, who knows how long it would take him to earn those popularity points from this twisted failure.

However, he didn't waste all those popularity points and gradually learned how to use this ability.

First, if others are allowed to imagine the distorted outcome in advance, the probability of distortion will increase significantly. For example, the current Masters all believe that he is a Heroic Spirit from the future, and he easily realizes the reality of distorting himself onto the Throne of Heroes.

Secondly, if it's just a phased distortion, accumulating little by little and continuously activating the distortion ability, then the goal can eventually be achieved. For example, if I want a cake, I can start by having a chicken run up to me and lay an egg, making a cake step by step. Although it's much more troublesome, the success rate is 100%.

With these two abilities, given enough time, sufficient preparation, and enough patience, Locke will succeed at whatever he does.

Clearly, Locke had now figured out a way to buy them time.

"That's right, you do it like this—like this—and finally like this—how about that?"

Upon learning of the other party's plan, the heroic spirit Locke revealed an expression of immense excitement.

"You're incredibly audacious! Aren't you afraid I won't follow your plan?"

"Are you saying I don't trust you, and I don't trust myself? Don't you laugh when you say that? Would we Locke not trust ourselves? If there's any problem, I can only say that I feel very guilty, because if that's the case, you'll have to endure loneliness for a long time."

"So what? I was originally a projection of your past self. Just thinking about seeing such interesting scenes makes me so excited I want to raise a flag!!!"

Having said that, the heroic spirit Locke boldly declared to himself, "I approve of your script."

In the boundless spiritual space, two figures of the same origin faced each other from afar. The moment their words fell, they stepped forward at the same time and clasped hands tightly.

The next second, the radiance of the same soul exploded, the pure light piercing through the barrier of space and time, even causing the magical barrier of the Greater Grail to tremble.

In the center of the churning black mud sea, Locke, seated at the core of the spiritual vein, slowly opened his eyes. His pupils reflected the churning black mud and the starry sea. His voice was deep and resonant, carrying a power capable of shaking the entire multiverse: "Next, the adaptation will need to be accelerated."

The demonic demon residing within his body seemed to receive a command from its host. The twelve Dharma wheels above its head slowly rotated, their teeth meshing precisely, producing a cold yet clear, crisp sound.

"Click~"

Meanwhile, outside Fuyuki City, many mysterious entities were also drawn to this Holy Grail War and came to investigate.

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