Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 123 Singularity Repair

When the golden light of the psionic teleportation dissipated and Shirou Emiya landed steadily outside the gate of Ryudouji Temple, Sigismund's interstellar battlefield-like Reality Marble had already vanished without a trace.

The morning mist of Fuyuki drifted over the stone steps, the wind carrying the scent of the forest and the faint smoke of the Holy Grail War. All the Servants and Illya, who was guarding outside the barrier, stood still, their eyes fixed on him, waiting for the final outcome of this cosmic storm.

Emiya Shirou composed himself and told everyone in detail Locke's plan to use the power of the Greater Grail to rewind time and correct all the deviations in this timeline, except for omitting the fact that the Emperor Council would seal away the relevant memories.

After giving their instructions, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, and the rest of Chaldea solemnly bid farewell to everyone present. They then activated their spirit transfer, their bodies radiating a familiar blue light, and completely disappeared into the morning light of Fuyuki.

As his blood-related "sister" from a different father and mother, Illya stood there, her ruby-like eyes churning with complex emotions. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something to Shirou Emiya, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by a sudden angry shout from behind her.

Rin Tohsaka, who had previously lost consciousness, woke up. Recalling what had just happened, her anger instantly flared up. She rushed forward, grabbed Shirou Emiya by the collar, and wrapped her other arm around his neck, about to huff and puff, "Shirou Emiya! You—!"

She stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

Because she clearly saw that Shirou Emiya had a single tear hanging from the corner of his eye, a tear that hadn't yet fallen.

Unbeknownst to her, at that very moment, Shirou Emiya's mind was replaying the words Locke had whispered in his ear before the underground throne: "Because of the choice I made, this timeline will be completely corrected, and your fate with Rin may not exist. So, in the days before I make a wish and turn back time, say goodbye to her properly."

Those words were like a fine needle; a gentle prick sent turmoil through Shirou Emiya's heart.

He stood in the morning mist, his fingertips trembling slightly, his heart filled with indescribable feelings—the reluctance to part with his dearest friend, the panic of losing his connection with Rin, the bewilderment at their encounter that spanned the universe, and the powerlessness against his predetermined fate.

Just as his emotions were churning, a blinding white light suddenly exploded from the direction of the underground cavity. The light even pierced through the mountain and broke through the clouds, creating a passage to the source in the sky above Dongmu.

That was something no one had ever done since the start of the Fuyuki Holy Grail War. Without the sacrifice of seven Heroic Spirits, without the Lesser Grail bearing magical power, Locke so effortlessly tore open the Gate of Origin that magicians had been chasing for a thousand years.

His wish began to come true the moment the passage opened.

A blinding white light stretched down from the sky, like a gentle snowfall, covering the entire city and the whole world.

All deviations were smoothed out, all encounters were returned to their rightful place, all secrets were sealed away, and the whole world began a silent process of regression and correction in the white light.

In the last moment before his consciousness sank into darkness, he seemed to see Locke smiling and waving at him, saw a rain of swords falling from the sky, saw the golden double-headed eagle emblem, and saw Rin's puffed-up face.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in the Emiya family's room. The morning sun shone through the window onto his face. He raised his hand and touched the corner of his eye, his fingertips damp with a strange moisture.

He only remembered having a very, very long dream, so long that it seemed to have traversed an entire galaxy and crossed countless timelines.

No matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't grasp any details from the dream. All that remained was an emptiness in his heart, as if he had lost something incredibly important.

However, what he didn't know was that deep within his memory, there was a sealed memory, silently waiting for the right moment to be unlocked.

Of course, Fujimaru Ritsuka and her group, who had safely returned to Chaldea via spirit particle transfer, had no idea about any of this. They simply believed that the world had returned to its original state.

On the main screen of the Chaldea control room, the scarlet warning symbol representing the Fuyuki Singularity flashed rapidly before going out completely. The spiritual vein fluctuation value instantly dropped back to the safe threshold, and the system's electronic voice clearly resounded throughout the room: "The Fuyuki subspecies singularity has been repaired. Pan-human history is back on track. The spiritual particle transfer channel is officially closed."

The staff guarding the control panel breathed a collective sigh of relief, and the control room erupted in cheers—another singularity had been successfully conquered, marking another solid step forward on their long journey to protect humanity.

At the edge of the noisy crowd, Fujimaru Ritsuka repeatedly stroked the double-headed eagle laurel wreath badge that she had somehow slipped into her pocket, frowning and pondering the cold metal texture for a long time.

She always felt that the badge given to her by the Emperor had a more important purpose, but no matter how much she studied it, she couldn't understand its meaning. After a moment, she raised her hand and hung it firmly on her chest, hiding it close to her body under the collar of her Chaldea uniform.

Having done all this, her eyes lit up, and she immediately turned to Guilliman, who was dressed in a dark blue casual suit, her tone full of undisguised excitement and eagerness: "Lord Guilliman! Welcome to Chaldea! Would you like me to show you around Chaldea and help you get acquainted with the surroundings?"

Guilliman glanced down at her. The Primarch, who had lived for thousands of years and was the Regent who ruled the human empire, saw right through the little girl's little scheme.

They simply valued his combat prowess and wanted to recruit him as a permanent member of Chaldea's fighting force, making it easier to fulfill the crucial task of saving humanity.

Unfortunately, he still had a lot to do; otherwise, it wouldn't have been a bad time to rest.

"Don't even think about messing with me. Once I've finished this mission to close out the singularity, I must return immediately. I am the regent of the human empire. My father entrusted the entire empire and the future of humanity to me, and I must live up to this heavy responsibility."

"Military affairs in Altera, the mess left by the High Lords of Terra, the remnants of Chaos, and those aliens—countless things await my attention, countless battles I must win. I have no time to remain in Chaldea."

Upon hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka's excitement and eagerness vanished instantly. Her plan to recruit a top-tier fighter back to Chaldea was completely thwarted, and she deflated like a punctured balloon, her eyes losing half their light.

Just then, Guilliman's gaze fell on the double-headed eagle laurel wreath badge that hung close to her chest. He frowned slightly, then added in a deep voice, "However, if you encounter a crisis that you cannot handle after I leave, you can use this badge as a medium to summon my loyal Astartes brothers to come and help you."

They will faithfully obey the Emperor's decree and provide you with the necessary assistance on your journey to protect humanity.

As soon as he finished speaking, Guilliman was enveloped in a familiar blue spiritual light. His Servant spirit gradually turned into tiny specks of light and completely dissipated into the air of the Chaldea control room.

Fujimaru Ritsuka froze for two seconds, then suddenly lowered her head and gripped the badge on her chest. Her eyes, which had been dim, suddenly lit up like exploding starlight.

She rubbed the badge a couple of times, countless thoughts flashing through her mind in an instant. Before long, she took off running and dashed towards the Chaldea Heroic Spirit Summoning Room.

After the familiar summoning process was completed, a surge of magical energy suddenly erupted in the summoning circle. Blue and white holy light broke through the boundaries of the magic circle. As the dazzling light slowly dissipated, a towering figure stood firmly in the center of the circle.

He wore the Mark X-type original forged power armor with the same paint scheme as Guilliman. The powerful physique bestowed by the original forged modification was on full display. His body was even more upright and broad than that of a standard Astartes. Even when he was standing still, he exuded the iron-blooded aura of someone who had been through countless battles.

On his shoulder armor, the Roman numeral "Ⅱ|" representing the Second Company Commander and the golden star of honor gleamed coldly under the lights. The Ultramarines' emblem of the Ultramarines and the Imperial double-headed eagle emblem complemented each other. Every honor mark on his armor highlighted his identity as the commander of the core tactical company of the chapter.

He deftly removed his full-face helmet, revealing a face etched with the marks of battle, its features sharp and resolute.

His deep brown eyes held no superfluous emotion, only the absolute composure of a soldier and unwavering loyalty to his mission. His deep, resonant voice echoed through the empty summoning room: "Class Berserker, Demetrian Titus, Captain of the Second Company of the Ultramarines Chapter, a former Space Marine, summoned by Regent Guilliman."

My rage is directed only at chaos and heresy, my loyalty forever belongs to the Emperor, but since the Emperor has chosen you, I will become the sword in your hand.

"In the name of the Emperor."

After the Holy Grail War ended, Shirou Emiya went to London with Rin Tohsaka to begin their studies at the Clock Tower, the holy land of mages.

Days passed by as he memorized magic formulas, sweated in the training field, and navigated the undercurrents of the Clock Tower. Yet, Gilgamesh's dying words remained like a fog, shrouding his heart and refusing to leave.

Who was that person who should have existed in his life but was completely erased?

The rainy days in London had just ended, and the damp wind carried the aroma of street cafes across the streets. Shirou Emiya walked absentmindedly on the sidewalk, his mind filled with this unsolvable problem.

A flyer was suddenly handed to him. He instinctively stopped and mumbled a few words in Japanese, pretending to be a tourist who couldn't understand English and just wanted to get away from this sales pitch as quickly as possible.

But the next second, a familiar Japanese voice, so familiar it made his soul tremble, rang out in front of him: "Trust me, my friend, this is a great deal, very worthwhile."

The voice was like a key, unexpectedly prying open the sealed fragments of memory deep within his consciousness. Although he couldn't grasp any specific images, an overwhelming sense of bitterness and familiarity welled up in his heart.

Emiya Shirou suddenly raised his head and turned around.

Before him stood a completely unfamiliar boy, yet his eyes, his tone of voice, and his nonchalant aura felt so familiar that they brought tears to his eyes.

Locke looked at his stunned expression and couldn't help but smile, adding, "My friend, don't struggle. I speak all languages. Pretending to be Chinese won't help."

He shoved the flyer into Shirou Emiya's hand, raised an eyebrow and smiled, uttering the question that left Shirou speechless: "Swimming and fitness, how about it?"