Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 122 Offering Warhammers to the Beautiful Chaldea

"A sword? To kill you?"

Just pulled back to reality from the illusion of the wheat field at dusk, Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind was still in a daze. She clutched the double-headed eagle badge, which was still warm in her hand, and blurted out unconsciously, her voice full of bewilderment and confusion.

The young emperor incarnation in the wheat field clearly didn't give her time to delve into the meaning of those words. His fingertips were already glowing with golden light imbued with psionic energy, preparing to cast a suggestion and seal, sending her consciousness back to reality.

"That's right. After you leave here, I will use my psychic powers to completely seal this memory of yours. Until the end comes, no one, no matter who or what means they use, will be able to break the seal I have set."

However, just in case, I will leave a corresponding triggering cue deep within your consciousness. This will help you overcome the crisis at crucial moments, and the power I left in the sword will also give you three chances to escape death.

Following the Emperor's gaze to the double-headed eagle emblem in his hand, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately realized that this was the so-called sword.

But seeing the Emperor's gesture, she instantly realized he was ending the conversation and sending her away. She rushed forward to stop him, almost dropping the badge, her voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety as she bombarded him with questions: "Wait! Wait a minute! What is the endgame? Your Majesty, did you already know what would happen in the future? Why did you have to be killed? And what about Earth's destruction and the Lostbelts? What exactly happened?!"

"Can you please stop being a riddle person?!"

Faced with this bewildered and anxious savior of humanity, the Emperor's incarnation showed no intention of answering her questions; instead, his eyes revealed a hint of pity.

"Savior of humanity, there are some things you should not know yet. Our destinies are so similar. We are both destined to make decisions that are hard to bear for the survival of mankind. Unfortunately, we have already made choices that cannot be reversed in our respective timelines."

In the future, we are destined to be enemies. Until that day comes, forgetting all of this is the best way to protect you.

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka was unaware that this path, called "Saving Humanity," was destined to be filled with absurdity and despair from the very beginning.

She thought she was only fighting against the burning of humanity caused by the old director, but she didn't know that the moment she ended the burning of humanity was just the beginning of another hellish journey.

After Earth is wiped clean, she will step into seven Lostbelts defined by the world, personally severing the existence of one civilization after another. When she thinks she has finally protected the future of pan-human history, she will despairingly discover that the world they fought so hard to protect is the largest Lostbelt in the entire timeline.

It's so ironic, so ironic that even Locke himself found it rather offensive.

Chaldea, under the guise of "saving humanity," used this reason to ruthlessly eliminate all worlds that had deviated from the right path, turning the inhabitants of these Lostbelts into dust of time. But in the end, they were the ones who had to face themselves.

The old director who established Chaldea was an exceptional individual, so exceptional that even Tzeentch would have to step down and give up his position to him.

To achieve his goals, he was willing to plunge his own daughter into a century of torment, deceive everyone, and even go so far as to make humanity the most vile intelligent race in this universe spanning 138 billion light-years.

Oh, that's not a big problem. Anyway, the Emperor is going to do it, so what does it have to do with the Xenomorphs?

In conclusion, whether out of pity for the protagonist of the game he once controlled, or for his own future plans to turn the fake into the real, Locke must become a complete riddle-maker, one of the behind-the-scenes manipulators who stir up this game, adding another unsolvable mystery to Chaldea's already shrouded path.

Today, he is no longer a stage actor trapped in a predetermined script and at the mercy of others, nor is he satisfied with adding a few insignificant scenes to a set plot.

He wants to overturn the written script, become the sole screenwriter of this drama spanning the stars and timelines, and become the author who holds the reins of human destiny.

He wants to rewrite every trajectory himself, so that this galactic opera sung for the glory of mankind can break free from all predetermined endings and ultimately become an epic of mankind engraved on the laws of the universe, immortal for all time!

Just as Gudako's figure was completely enveloped in golden psionic light and about to dissipate, Locke's final advice pierced through the barriers of space and clearly reached her ears: "Remember, for a Chaldea Master, there is no sacrifice too great to be accepted, nor is there any betrayal too small to be forgiven."

"Everything, for humanity, and only for humanity."

The moment Fujimaru Ritsuka was completely sent away by the golden light of spiritual energy, the commotion and pressure in the underground cavern instantly vanished.

In the vast space, only Shirou Emiya and Locke on the throne remained.

The holy light surrounding Locke slowly dimmed and dissipated at that moment, and the vast aura that belonged to a human emperor and looked down on all living beings also vanished.

As Shirou Emiya looked at the person on the throne who had returned to his boyish appearance, a sudden sense of relief washed over him. His dearest friend, the one who had walked through the mud with him and whom he had entrusted with his back, had finally returned.

"I never imagined you guys could get this far, Shirou, thank you for your hard work."

Locke's voice was soft and gentle, completely different from the double tone that had been filled with imperial majesty just now. It was a unique warmth that belonged to him and was etched into Shirou Emiya's memory.

Emiya Shirou stood there, with so many words stuck in his chest. He wanted to ask him what he had been through these past few days, why he was carrying the Emperor's will, what the end of this turmoil would be, and how much pain he didn't know was hidden in those eyes.

But when he met Locke's eyes, all his questions, worries, and doubts instantly choked in his throat.

Those eyes held a weariness that had traversed countless ages, a weariness that had settled after witnessing too many partings and deaths, too many helpless situations, and too many things that could not be kept no matter how hard one tried. It was a weariness that even a smile could not bring.

He didn't know what Locke had gone through or how many doomed futures he had witnessed, but he knew better than anyone that everything his dear friend, whom he regarded as a brother, had endured was a thousand times more difficult and a thousand times more terrifying than he could have imagined.

Seeing him standing there silently for a long time, Locke, knowing that his time was running out, didn't bother with further pleasantries. He concealed the weariness in his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and said directly, his tone suddenly becoming serious, "There's something I'm sorry about."

Shirou Emiya, regaining his composure, shook his head and comforted me, "If you're talking about how you dragged me into the Holy Grail War, I don't think you need to apologize. You wanted me to see my future self, right? Thank you, Locke. Seeing him, seeing you, has strengthened my resolve."

"You've made me realize something: I'm no longer just a partner of justice who inherited Kiritsugu's ideals; I—was always been a partner of justice."

Seeing this, Locke smiled with satisfaction, but that wasn't what he wanted to say.

"I don't need to apologize to you for this; I have something else to say."

"?"

Upon seeing his best friend's smile, Shirou Emiya instantly had a very bad feeling, and what the other person said next confirmed his guess.

"Next, I will use the psychic energy I will possess as the future Emperor to purify the Holy Grail, and with this I will make a wish that goes straight to the source. I want to erase the impression I have placed on this Holy Grail War, but the consequence is that you will forget my existence."

Upon hearing this, Shirou Emiya's pupils contracted as he looked at Locke in disbelief, finally understanding Rin's earlier feelings.

Why do this?

"Because my decisions affect the world, this is to atone for my mistakes and save the world from being cut off."

Upon hearing the other person's words, Shirou Emiya was instantly speechless. He knew he couldn't stop them; after all, Locke was right, and he couldn't let this world be erased for his own selfish desires.

He had vaguely heard Fujimaru Ritsuka talk about the concept of singularities. Singularities are formed when key decisions are made at crucial moments in human history. All Locke has to do now is correct all of this, which makes perfect sense.

That makes perfect sense.

Locke felt a little sorry for Shirou Emiya when he saw him like this. After all, he was the super idol he had raised for ten years, no different from his own son.

Fortunately, it was all a lie. Although he did want to erase their memories and turn back time to the beginning of the Holy Grail War, his purpose was not as he had just said, but to hide the existence of another world from Chaldea or humanity.

In other words, they want to learn from the method of Chaldea's old CS, Marisbury Animusphia, and use the "outer" world where Locke's body is located to conceal the "inner" world where the Emperor is located.

Although the future of the other mirror world, "The Other World," is already set in stone, and the existence of the Warhammer world cannot be corrected, they are not content with merely modifying one world.

They want to fix the future of the Type-Moon, and make humanity sit on the throne of the galaxy and become the masters of the universe.

Therefore, they had no choice but to conceal their brilliance, accumulate strength, lie low in the darkness and wait for the opportune moment, hoping that the day in their plan, which would be enough to rewrite the fate of mankind, would arrive as scheduled.

Now, this grand script, spanning countless timelines and an entire galaxy, has been completely finalized. All the foreshadowing has been laid, and all the characters have returned to their places. All they have left to do is set up the stage and begin the performance!

They had already chosen their final stage.

Five years later, in America, Snowfield City, Sfield.

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