Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 117 Saver, Robert Guilliman

"Fake."

Holmes's voice was deep and not loud, but it was like a scorched dagger, easily cutting through the noisy alarms and panicked voices in the control room, causing everyone to stop moving at that moment.

Leonardo da Vinci was the first to recover, frowning as he turned around: "What did you say?"

Holmes walked to the main control panel of the Sheba lens and placed his fingertip on the raw observation data at the bottom layer of the screen, which was completely covered by layers of red alarms.

Those eyes, which always held a knowing smile, were devoid of any warmth, only the professional look of a detective who had seen through all falsehood. He spoke each word clearly and forcefully into everyone's ears: "I said, all of this is fake. The human emperor, the world 40,000 years from now, the space warriors, and even the so-called future humanity"—all of it is a carefully woven lie.

We were completely and utterly deceived from the very beginning.

The control room fell into a deathly silence, with only the red alarm from the Sheba lens still flashing frantically, its sharp beeping scraping against the stagnant air in vain, making the silence even more oppressive.

Dr. Roman was the first to recover from the shock. He looked at Holmes, and after a moment's thought, asked, "Mr. Holmes, have you noticed something amiss?"

"I've been thinking about it,"

Holmes spoke slowly, his all-knowing eyes narrowing slightly as he traced the logical chain of events.

"As a singularity, the future 40,000 years from now is far too distant. Our Chaldean Sheba Lens has never had the ability to observe the future tens of thousands of years from now; this is a limitation of the instrument itself."

According to Gilgamesh, the hero-king, the vast future shaped by the emperor would only show subtle anomalies a hundred years later. Those anomalies should not have led to the appearance of singularities, as that would have been the limit of the Sheba Lens's observation capabilities.

Therefore, the very existence of this singularity contradicts all observational logic.

According to Gilgamesh's battle logs and the testimonies of the Space Marines, we have focused all our attention on that future Emperor of Man from beginning to end.

The conversation abruptly ended there.

His brows furrowed sharply, and his previously steady speech abruptly stopped, as if something had forcefully blocked his throat.

The name that had been swirling in my mind countless times and should have been uttered without a trace now seemed to have sunk into the deep sea, leaving no trace whatsoever.

He couldn't remember the emperor's real name.

Roman instinctively wanted to fill in that name for him, but when he opened his mouth, he found his mind blank.

His titles and deeds were all clearly recorded, but the most crucial name had vanished without a trace. A cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, and he froze on the spot.

The awkwardness lasted only half a second, followed by a bone-chilling cold.

The two looked at each other and saw the same shock in each other's eyes.

The others also noticed this, making the air in Chaldea even colder.

Finally, Holmes smirked and, in an almost absurd tone, finished the fragmented sentence: "—on that person."

He quickly suppressed the absurdity and astonishment of that moment, his fingertips returned to his chin, and the nonchalance in his tone completely faded away, leaving only the cold hardness of a judge who saw through the illusion.

"Of course, this is just an appetizer, not the key point."

The core issue is that, from beginning to end, we have taken it for granted that the birth of this subspecies singularity was because "someone made the wrong choice and decided to personally erase the future of humanity 40,000 years from now."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like an icicle, piercing through everyone's preconceived notions. Every word of his rhetorical question carried a chilling weight: "But what if this 'future 40,000 years from now,' which we hold so dear, never existed in the first place?"

"What if everything we see has been a hoax from the very beginning? What if those so-called future heroic spirits are nothing more than empty shells, created by him using some kind of magic or other ability to deceive the local Holy Grail ritual, and guiding us step by step into our imagination with lies and our own perceptions?"

Having said that, there was no longer the slightest hesitation in Holmes' eyes.

All the fragmented inconsistencies finally pieced together the complete truth at this moment. He uttered his final conclusion, word by word, with resounding conviction: "I dare say that the other party possesses a top-tier illusion technique, or rather, the power of cognitive pollution, capable of covering the entire Chaldea."

He fooled us all with this scam, and it also concealed his true intentions.

A deathly silence once again enveloped the entire control room, making even the alarms from Sheba sound exceptionally jarring.

Dr. Roman's face was deathly pale, his fingertips trembling slightly. Da Vinci took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and asked in a low voice the question everyone was most concerned about: "Then what is his real purpose? And why did he know about our existence in advance?"

"He wanted to deceive history, and even humanity, in order to gain access to the Root or seize the Throne of Heroes. Unfortunately, although we don't know how he deceived the Counter Force, the fact remains that the changes to the future have already been discovered by Sheba."

After Holmes finished speaking, everyone began to consider the other's judgment.

This deduction acted like a key, breaking through the layer of paper in their hearts that they had never dared to pierce. In other words, from beginning to end, they all felt that the future 40,000 years from now was so distant as to be almost unbelievable. They did not believe from the bottom of their hearts that humanity could possess the kind of power that could tear through space and time and transcend the mysterious.

After all, they had come from the singularity caused by the burning of humanity, witnessed the magic of the Age of Gods, and faced the power of Grand Heroic Spirits and gods. The power of magic that far surpassed the mundane had long been etched into their bones.

And that kind of future and romance that belongs purely to humanity, that traverses the galaxy, is an unattainable dream for them who have always been doing their best to ensure the survival of human history.

However, at this very moment, through the combined efforts of an unknown human lord who will eventually reach full maturity and another unknown pioneer, they precisely pried open Chaldea's core authority across the barrier of time.

The next second, Chaldea's spiritual particle verification device started up spontaneously without any instructions or authorization, as if it were being firmly controlled by an invisible hand.

The underground central magic furnace instantly triggered an overload alarm, and a blinding red light filled the entire control room. The immense magic power surged wildly through the hidden passage, feeding entirely into the core of the spirit particle verification device.

Da Vinci's pupils suddenly contracted, and then her fingertips danced rapidly on the control panel, instantly locking onto the final point of the magic. When the words "Servant Summoning Room" popped up, a cold sweat instantly broke out on her back.

"Damn it, something's not right!"

Da Vinci cursed under his breath, no longer caring about the alarms filling the room, and turned to rush out of the control room, running headlong towards the Servant Summoning Room without looking back.

Joan of Arc, who had been standing in the corner, silently observing the situation and ready to lend a hand, suddenly stiffened, frozen in place, her face instantly filled with disbelief and astonishment. She composed herself, suppressed the turmoil surging within her, and silently walked up to Holmes, speaking softly, her tone still carrying a hint of lingering bewilderment.

"Mr. Holmes."

"What's wrong, Your Grace?" Holmes turned his head, looking at her unusual expression, and frowned slightly.

"Um—I just received a divine revelation."

Upon hearing this, Holmes's expression changed drastically. His usually calm and composed eyes widened instantly, and his face showed complete and unprecedented disbelief.

The name exploded in his mind instantly: the supreme Heavenly Father who had long since withdrawn from the human stage.

He actually gave a divine revelation at this time?

Seeing his shocked expression, Joan of Arc also showed some difficulty and helplessness. Although she did not know why God would give such a revelation, she still clenched the holy banner in her hand and relayed the clear divine message in her own words before speaking: "The great Father has instructed you to immediately follow Miss Leonardo da Vinci. He said that all the answers are in the Servant Summoning Room."

By the time Leonardo da Vinci rushed into the Servant Summoning Room and pushed open the heavy door, the summoning ritual, which had been operating spontaneously without human intervention, had already come to an end.

The smoke, carrying the mixed scents of gunpowder and holy light, mingled with the vast magical dust, still lingered in the large room, as if a miniature starship explosion had just occurred.

As the airflow slowly descended and the smoke and dust gradually cleared away, the core area of ​​the magic circle was completely revealed before her eyes.

A colossal figure, far exceeding the limits of ordinary human perception, stood motionless within Chaldea's Servant Summoning Circle. Its imposing shadow enveloped almost half the room, and even the surrounding magical energy flow was completely frozen due to its presence.

His massive body was covered in a deep blue, meticulously crafted power armor. The iconic pure white trim gleamed with a cold, hard sheen in the still-burning firelight. The Ultramarines' U-shaped insignia on his shoulder armor was so clear it was almost blinding, like an ever-burning lighthouse in the lingering magical energy of the room.

He removed his helmet, and his face, which combined the majesty of a Roman consul with the sharpness of a warrior, showed no superfluous emotion.

His bright blue eyes were as deep as a frozen starry sea, and his short, dark brown hair was neatly trimmed with a laurel wreath securely tied in his hair, which made him look even more sacred and majestic.

He spoke the moment he saw Davinsi.

His voice was deep and steady, carrying the unwavering confidence of someone sitting at the heart of a vast army, without the slightest hesitation: "Saver, Robert Guilliman, summoned by the Alaya consciousness. It seems you are the person in charge of Chaldea? Form a contract with me immediately. My time cannot be wasted; I must make the still immature human ruler of this world realize his mistakes as soon as possible."

Seemingly realizing that he could personally correct the other party's mistakes, the Primarch of the Ultramarines, Robert Guilliman, unconsciously became more cheerful in his tone.

Holmes, who was following closely behind Leonardo da Vinci, was stunned when he saw this scene. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say for a moment.

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