Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 114 Severus vs. Gilgamesh

The battle strategy determined by Chaldea and Fujimaru Ritsuka is similar to Tian Ji's horse racing strategy, exchanging pieces according to their importance. According to their original plan, R's role was nothing more than two things.

If the opponent is weak, a victory is a given.

If the opponent is strong, then gather intelligence on them based on the battle situation, analyze their weaknesses, and prepare for the next battle.

But to their utter surprise, R played a third role and was instantly defeated, seemingly trading her life for the opponent's ace.

Meanwhile, Chaldea fell silent. Roman and Leonardo da Vinci exchanged a glance, unsure of what to say.

The ability to freeze time alone left them almost helpless, not to mention that, according to the panel provided by Gilgamesh, the opponent had many more powerful abilities that had not yet been revealed.

For a moment, they didn't know whether to be glad that they had traded their weakest hand for such a powerful opponent, or to be shocked by how strong the opponent's Caster alone was.

Just as everyone was feeling anxious, a white-furred beast suddenly awoke.

From the moment she stepped into this Fuyuki Singularity, Fou, influenced by some mysterious force, quietly huddled behind Fujimaru Ritsuka's hat, curled up into a soft, snow-white ball of fur, and slept soundly.

Even the sudden unfolding of the existing barrier and the upheaval that turned the world upside down couldn't wake this lazy little guy.

But at that very moment, it suddenly jolted awake without warning, its fur bristling.

It gripped Fujimaru Ritsuka's hair tightly in its mouth, its four little paws clinging to the brim of her hat and hanging over her head, screeching wildly, its cries growing more urgent with each breath, filled with unprecedented vigilance and panic: "Fuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuffuff!"

"Whoa! Fufu? What are you doing?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was startled by the sudden noise and instinctively raised her hand to take it off her head, but it nimbly dodged and continued to bite her hair, refusing to let go.

Seeing this, Mashu hurriedly came over, softened her voice, and carefully coaxed it, trying to calm it down and loosen its grip on its senior.

But neither of them realized that at this moment, Fufu had already sensed that aura belonging to "human evil" that was enough to subvert human reason, and was so anxious that she was about to break through the boundaries of species and blurt out the warning directly.

In summary, its message was: "Run! There's a beast!"

"No, something seems to have been born."

Among the spectators, a man with azure eyes suddenly sensed that something terrifying was being born in the underground cavity where the Greater Grail was located, so he turned around and prepared to run away.

We can't afford to mess with them, the wind is picking up, let's get out of here!

The others had no ability whatsoever, but they also sensed something ominous was about to appear. However, none of them intended to leave; on the contrary, they were quite looking forward to it, since several of them were very difficult to kill.

Seeing her old acquaintance about to slip away, the white-haired, childlike François Preiratti wasn't about to let him go. Completely forgetting their earlier mutual wariness, she skipped and hopped to block Saint-Germain's path, calling his name in a drawn-out, coquettish tone, "Oh~ Saint-Germain, why are you running away? Is something incredibly terrible about to happen? Tell me, tell me!"

Saint-Germain, whose name had been called out, instantly lost his ever-present calm smile. He turned his head and looked at the crazy guy in front of him expressionlessly, too lazy to waste any words arguing with him.

"Huh? I've practically delivered myself to your doorstep, and you're too lazy to even lay a hand on me?" Prellati covered her mouth and grinned slyly. "Looks like this situation really is getting worse."

"After all, I'm not like you guys. If I'm killed, I really will die. If you want to stay here, I can only respect your choice. Well then, goodbye."

Despite feeling terrible upon seeing the fragment of the machine god before him, Saint-Germain maintained his usual composure, dropped his disguise, and bid farewell to everyone present in his familiar form.

Then, he used his special powers to conjure a car out of thin air, and got in without any trouble.

The moment the engine roared to life, the car, carrying the force torn through space, crashed straight into the barrier of the inherent boundary, leaving not even a trace of exhaust fumes, and completely disappeared into the interstellar battlefield.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the arena, after Matthew comforted Fou in his arms, Fujimaru Ritsuka had no time to care about her. She urgently worked with everyone to formulate the next plan. After a long discussion, they decided to send their strongest member, Gilgamesh, to avoid a worse situation.

Meanwhile, Shinji Matou watched as Rider gradually faded and returned to the Throne of Heroes, lost in thought.

At the other end of the arena, the lingering smoke and psionic energy still churned in the air.

Mashu finally held the still restless Fou tightly in her arms, gently stroking its ruffled fur with her fingertips, and soothing it with soft words for a long time before the little guy stopped its hysterical screams, leaving only muffled whimpers, its little paws tightly gripping her uniform collar, refusing to let go even an inch.

Fujimaru Ritsuka had no energy to pay attention to anything else at the moment.

The sight of Sister R's Medusa being instantly killed shattered all their predictions about the opponent's strength. She immediately gathered everyone and worked against the clock to finalize a countermeasure.

After several quick discussions, everyone unanimously decided that they must send out their strongest warrior, Gilgamesh, to engage in battle, and they must not allow the situation to slide into an even more uncontrollable abyss.

In a corner where no one was paying attention, Shinji Matou froze completely.

He watched helplessly as Medusa's spirit transformed into golden light, gradually dissipating in the wind of the barrier and returning to the Throne of Heroes.

The three Command Seal burn marks on his arm were still burning, but the Servant he had risked everything for couldn't even withstand a single blow. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; he fell into a blank, dazed state.

Fragmented memories surged up uncontrollably, and he thought of himself when he was young.

When the family's magic crest completely shut the door on him, when he finally realized that he was born without a connection to the world of magic, and had even lost his qualification as the heir of the Matou family, the overwhelming despair almost swallowed him whole.

If Locke hadn't reached out and pulled him back, he might have already slid into an abyss of no return, driven by that twisted resentment.

But now, the person who gave him a new life needs him, yet he can only stand here like an outsider. He exhausted the full power of his three Command Seals, only to have his Servant defeated in a single move and his spirit dissipate.

He could do nothing, change nothing; this profound sense of powerlessness was more suffocating than the despair he felt in his youth.

Shinji Matou's hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white and cracked. The resentment and guilt surging in his chest finally coalesced into an incredibly clear thought.

He wanted power. He no longer wanted to endure the helplessness of watching everything unfold and being powerless to do anything about it.

Meanwhile, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already negotiated with Sigismund and, with the help of her Master, which was also part of the Heroic Spirit's strength, she had secured the right to provide Command Seals and support to Gilgamesh in battle.

After preparing for the second duel, Medea's voice began to echo across the battlefield.

Sigismund's body rippled with light and shadow, his figure gradually becoming transparent, and in his place was a black figure hidden in the smoke of gunpowder.

He was dressed in a red robe with a white hood pulled down low, covering most of his face except for his hard jawline. He had two pistols slung across his waist, and the hilt of a black longsword was faintly visible on his back.

[True Name: The Emperor's Angel (Sefer)]

[Class: Legion (Assassin)]

[Inherent Skill/Class Skill: Presence Concealment EX]

For ten thousand years after the Horus Rebellion, Cypher operated alone, evading the Dark Angels. He could complete complex tasks without anyone's assistance and even navigate the forces of Chaos. At the same time, no one knew what his true self was, to whom he was loyal, or what mission required him to persevere for ten thousand years.

[Inherent Skill: Millennium of Stealth (A++)]

Cypher has been hidden in the galaxy for over 1 years, never truly captured. His stealth skills are unparalleled, allowing him to anticipate and avoid all possible traps.

[Inherent Skill: Dual Identity A]

Cypher's true identity remains a mystery. He may be a loyalist to the Dark Angels, a traitor, or even multiple Cyphers may exist. This ambiguity allows him to move between different factions undetected, and he can change his appearance and aura to perfectly imitate others.

【Unique Skill: Curse of the Lion's Sword (Curse of the Lion's Sword) A】

Cypher carries a mysterious black sword, said to be the sword of Leon Johnson, the Lion King. This sword constantly whispers in his mind, attempting to control his will; while it grants immense power, it also keeps his spirit in constant danger.

【Redemption of the Fallen (B)】

Some speculate that Cypher's ultimate goal is to guide the Dark Angels to confront their past mistakes and achieve true redemption through repentance. This will for redemption enables him to maintain a certain level of resistance when faced with the temptations of chaos.

BlackSword — A+

DualShot - A

【Eternal Chase - EX】

On the battlefield, the wise king Gilgamesh stood with his arms crossed. The moment the Spirit Origin panel came into view, his wine-red eyes suddenly narrowed, all his casual playfulness vanished, leaving only the solemnity and vigilance he felt when facing an opponent of equal strength.

Before Medea's solemn declaration of duel had even faded, several dazzling golden ripples bloomed around him, and the gates of the Gate of Babylon opened silently.

A peculiar weapon, resembling a sword yet not quite, fell into his palm. He raised his eyes and stared directly at the figure shrouded in black robes opposite him. With the majesty of an ancient king, he asked in a deep voice, "Servant from the future, since you stand on the same dueling field as me, state your full name! Do not tarnish the glory of me and your lord!"

Cypher remained calm, his white robes billowing in the battlefield winds, as if he and his figure would be swept away by the wind at any moment.

Only that hoarse voice, piercing through the howling wind, clearly reached everyone's ears: "Cypher, all I can leave to this world is this name, because my mission can only belong to myself."

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Once the names are decided, the deadly battle begins.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gilgamesh revealed the true form of the Noble Phantasm in his palm—Ea. The three-spinning blade spun wildly, unleashing the earth-shattering power of the Anti-World Noble Phantasm without reservation. The wind pressure, capable of tearing the world apart and restoring chaos, surged like a tsunami, crushing directly towards the assassin before him.

The earth-shattering power of the anti-world treasure exploded, and the aftershocks alone stirred up a gale strong enough to tear apart steel.

Even though the devastating core energy was poured onto Cypher, the scattered aftershocks still caused the entire Realm of Being to rumble under its strain, and even the replica of the "Soul of Vengeance" bridge deck beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.

Smoke and dust surged like giant waves, instantly obscuring everyone's vision.

Gilgamesh did not relax for a moment. His wine-red eyes were fixed on the center of the smoke and dust. The gates of the Gate of Babylon around him were half open, the top-level defensive treasures were ready to be used, and the divine elixir was already in his palm.

In the suffocating silence and churning dust, Cipher's voice rang out. His voice was as calm as a stagnant pool, yet it carried a chilling deathly intent, piercing through the howling wind and clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Noble Phantasm [Eternal Chase - EX]"

The next second, countless dark cracks suddenly appeared in the void.

Countless figures dressed in black robes, disregarding the barriers of time, space, and causality, surged out of the cracks like a tide, instantly surrounding Gilgamesh.

The golden ripples of the Gate of Babylon exploded layer by layer, unleashing top-tier offensive and defensive treasures one after another. However, no matter what divine treasures he unleashed, his opponent always managed to penetrate the seemingly indestructible defenses layer by layer using bizarre methods that defied all reason.

These shadowy clones, identical to the original body, cannot be completely destroyed. Even if they are crushed into dust by the wind pressure of the Ecstasy Sword, they will re-condense from the void in the next second, remaining immortal and inexhaustible.

Gilgamesh had no time to dismantle this strange power. He could only immediately urge the Radiant Ark Vimana to soar into the sky, trying to create distance and find an opportunity to break the deadlock. But he forgot that this was an arena. From the moment he stepped into this place, he had nowhere to avoid it and nowhere to retreat.

In the instant he was distracted, Cypher broke through the blockade of all the Noble Phantasms and suddenly appeared in front of him like a black lightning bolt.

He drew the Lion King's Sword from his back, a sword that had witnessed ten thousand years of redemption, and bowed to the void in prayer. His hoarse voice held a devotion and weariness that spanned ten thousand years and the entire galaxy: "Eternal witness, final judge, please deliver the judgment I deserve."

If my sins are grave, then let all my transgressions be settled; if my virtues outweigh my faults, then let my soul return to the feet of your throne and fall into peaceful eternal slumber.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black sword pierced his body.

The moment the sword pierced his chest, the ancient king's spirit foundation let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain, then collapsed with a roar, transforming into a sky full of golden light.

Having delivered this blow, Cypher's figure gradually became transparent, like ink scattered by the wind, and finally vanished completely into the void.

Only Sigismund stood silently in the center of the still-smoky duel arena, the rule-maker and the ultimate witness, announcing the end of the duel with a majestic voice that shook the entire barrier: "Duel result: Draw, both sides perish."