Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 127 Himalayan Lostbelt: The Galactic Empire's Expedition - The Human Emperor Imprisoned by the Faith of the Terra Court

In the imaginary world, in the subspace region between existence and non-existence, the two Lockes are currently analyzing its granularity and planning the industry ecosystem in order to improve the future environment.

Emperor Locke: "I've perfected the method for allowing Titus and the others to ascend to the Throne of Heroes and participate in the salvation of humanity and the Holy Grail War. I've obtained sufficient observations. Now, all I need to do is observe and define the subspace of the imaginary world to replace the imaginary space with the subspace, completely transforming the inner world into the real world."

Pioneer Locke: "Are you sure those four Chaos minions will still work as a backup plan? What if I lure them over and can't take them down? That would be a problem."

Emperor Locke: "Don't worry, at worst I'll just become the Dark King and destroy them. Anyway, I already had this plan in mind."

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Pioneer Locke: "Alright, as long as you know what I mean. Let's stick to the original plan and use the special skill to attract the attention of the inhibitory force so they can't be distracted, and then we'll take advantage of the situation."

Emperor Locke: "Alright, but the name of this Holy Grail War is quite fitting, The Counterfeit. Aren't we counterfeits? Even the world we created is just a counterfeit."

Pioneer Locke: "Counterfeits also have their uses, and some counterfeits can achieve better results than genuine articles."

Emperor Locke: "Yes, everything will be alright once this is all over."

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Locke's gaze traveled through the warp back to his main body, who was seated in the Terra Palace.

This area was once the Himalayas, which stretched across Eurasia 40,000 years ago and were known as the roof of the world.

Over tens of thousands of years of human transformation and refinement, it has long since lost its original mountain and river outlines, becoming the unshakable core of power and faith of the entire galaxy's human kingdom of Ti, the heartland of the sacred Terra palace.

Today, this land, which has witnessed the rise and fall of humankind for 40,000 years, is completely shrouded in an indestructible golden light barrier.

Within the light barrier, in the heart of Terra's palace, a colossal golden tree rises from the ground, its gilded branches piercing the clouds, its canopy almost touching Terra's near-Earth orbit. Every vein of its leaves flows with psychic radiance powerful enough to shake the celestial plane, firmly capturing the focus of all eyes.

Beyond the light barrier lies Earth, which has long since been completely whitewashed.

The Chaldea members stood on the observation deck of the Imaginary Submarine, gazing at this super-sized Lostbelt that had appeared out of nowhere and covered the entire heart of Eurasia. Everyone fell into a deathly silence.

Master Fujimaru Ritsuka clutched the badge that had helped her through countless crises tightly in her hand, asking Titus beside her in disbelief.

"Second Company Commander, are you really sure that's Terra? Is it 40,000 years from now?"

After a moment's hesitation, Titus nodded to Gudako, which put her mind at ease.

"Why? Why did the Emperor's world become a Lostbelt? Doesn't his world conform to the development of human history?"

The golden tree on the observation screen was still emitting a blinding light, but Fujimaru Ritsuka's world went completely dark at that moment.

She stood there, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, even her breathing was shaky and shallow, she was on the verge of collapse.

A crazy thought kept swirling in her mind, like a dull knife cutting into her already exhausted nerves. If the future 40,000 years from now is a false existence not recognized by the pan-human history, then all those times she and Titus and other future-type Servants went through life and death together, all those bonds that supported each other in despair, were they all just a deception from beginning to end?

What suffocates her even more is that the mission she now bears for Chaldea is to personally erase this world.

Erasing the emperor who reached out to her countless times when she was in dire straits and on the verge of collapse, and the starry sea that belonged to all mankind, which had been protected for thousands of years.

This is unlike any previous Lostbelt strategy.

Every time before, no matter how painful, reluctant, or conflicted she felt, she could tell herself that she had to maintain the right track of pan-human history, to save her world, and to cut off the wrong path that had deviated from the right direction.

But this future, 40,000 years from now, was a reality she had believed in from the bottom of her heart.

Countless times, during sleepless nights, she secretly thought that once everything was over, she would find a way to freeze herself and sleep until the day the human empire was established, so that she could see the galaxy protected by the emperor and meet the heroes who had stood shoulder to shoulder with her.

But now, someone is telling her that everything she firmly believed in and everything she longed for was wrong.

This sudden truth was like a thunderbolt, exploding in her already battered world. The immense shock made her vision blur, and she almost lost the strength to stand.

Of course, it wasn't just Fujimaru Ritsuka who was devastated.

Those Warhammer heroes from 40,000 years in the future were all frozen in place.

They are the heroes who protect the galaxy, the vanguard against chaos, and the guardians who have supported humanity's survival for millennia with their flesh and blood and faith.

But now, someone is telling them that the world they risked everything to protect is a wrong path that no one acknowledges, a false future destined to be cut off.

The deafening roar of collapsing faith resounded in everyone's minds. Some gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white. Others had ashen faces, their eyes swirling with disbelief and rage. The entire space was filled with an oppressive, suffocating atmosphere.

In this deathly silence, the other Servants of Chaldea moved. They silently shifted their feet, quietly protecting Fujimaru Ritsuka, Da Vinci, and the core command system behind them, forming an invisible defensive line.

It wasn't that they didn't trust these comrades who had fought side by side through countless life-and-death situations; it was simply that, faced with the survival of humankind as a whole, there was no room for wishful thinking.

After all, this time, what they were going to erase with their own hands was the hometown that these people had etched into their souls, the entire meaning of their existence.

To be fair, if they were in that situation themselves, it would be difficult for them to make the right decision. Moreover, compared to other Lostbelt Servants, these warriors from 40,000 years in the future have their loyalty to the Emperor etched into their genes and ingrained in their very bones. It is a faith that everyone can see and will never waver in until death.

Their will has long been integrated with the survival of the human empire; their steadfastness is unimaginable and unshakable to ordinary people.

Even Holmes, who had always had a problem with them, remained silent at this moment, though he wanted to say, "I knew you had a problem, I've always been right."

Even Holmes, who is usually calm and even has always been skeptical of these future Servants, was just leaning against the wall, smoking an unlit pipe, without saying a word.

The words he had uttered countless times, "I knew it all along, I've always been right," were ultimately swallowed back down in this heavy atmosphere.

In the midst of this tense, almost explosive silence, a steady, mechanical footstep broke the stillness.

Kaul, the mechanical sage manifested in the world as a Caster-class Servant, stepped out from the ranks of Warhammer Servants, his mechanical prosthetic eye, gleaming with blue light, landing steadily on the swaying Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The Great Sage's personality, which had crumbled during his millennia of perseverance, was reborn after being summoned by the Throne of Heroes. At this moment, his voice was deep and steady, calmly catching Fujimaru's emotions and soothing his Master who bore a heavy mission.

"Fujimaru, there's no need to be troubled by this. I believe that the great Om Messiah foresaw everything that is happening today. What we see may not be the whole truth."

"Since the great Om Messiah has chosen you, and we are to follow our own will to help you, then I believe that all of this is part of his plan."

"Then, what we need to do next is the same as before."

"Enter the Lostbelt and win him over."

At the same time, within the light barrier of Terra Palace, the corpse sitting on the throne moved slightly, a rare occurrence.

"Come, Fujimaru Ritsuka, accept my test. Although we are destined to be enemies, let me see if you have enough resolve to change all of this."

When the Underworld actively exposes itself to the Counter Force and attracts Chaldea's attention through Lostbelts, the Subspace in the Imaginary Space begins to expand continuously, transforming the normal Imaginary Space into the Subspace.

Meanwhile, the Chaos God, born from the subspace and the remains of the Outer God, also extended its tentacles into this land of the past.

In the snowy city of North America, blizzards have long since sealed off the city's borders, keeping many magicians outside, while the Holy Grail War has quietly begun.

The summoning circles of the six pseudo-Servants lit up one after another in various corners of the city, and a battle even more frenzied and chaotic than that of Fuyuki was about to erupt on this snowfield.

The magician, drawn by the Holy Grail, successfully summoned the pseudo-Servant Gilgamesh using the key to the Gate of Babylon as a relic, only to have it stolen by Tini Cerke, a member of the native magic family of Snowfield City.

However, this oldest king became extremely agitated after learning that this place was not Fuyuki. He prepared to break through the Holy Grail War as quickly as possible, obtain a physical body, and find the man who had stood him up.

On the other side, the synthetic beast Silver Wolf, which was supposed to be used as a consumable, successfully summoned Enkidu, the Chains of Heaven, which should not have appeared, due to its strong desire not to die during its escape.

Two close friends from Sumerian mythology appeared in the same Holy Grail War and successfully summoned the reverberation of the goddess Ishtar through a curse.

Police Chief Orlando, the mastermind behind everything, summons the writer Alexandre Dumas; Jesta, a dead apostle who infiltrated the magic world, summons a fanatical follower who lost the competition with Hassan the Hundred Faces; and Flat, a foolish genius who secretly came to participate in the Holy Grail War, summons Jack the Ripper using game merchandise.

Meanwhile, Tsubaki Kugaoka, a child from a local magic family, was put into a vegetative state after being magically modified by her parents, who only cared about the inheritance of magic and regarded her as a tool to pass on their bloodline. Her inner desire to be with them successfully summoned a Servant that could never be summoned.

The Pale Knight, one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, is a death knight embodied in the concepts of plague and the Black Death.

But it was precisely because he represented the concept of plague that he attracted a chaotic evil god from the Warp, Nurgle.

This god of plague and life from the future, the god who controls the primal force of the life cycle, is unlike the other four in that His love and tolerance encompass all believers, regardless of good or evil, old or weak.

Through the spirit base of the Pale Knight Plague, He saw the girl on her sickbed, gnawed away day and night by her terminal illness. So He offered His most compassionate love, coaxing the poor child with the gentlest whispers, inviting her into His eternal, warm embrace, to dwell forever in the Garden of Nurgle, where there is no sickness or death.

The existence of the Pale Knight was the perfect anchor point for this chaotic invasion.

His spirit origin, composed of countless plagues, deaths, and resentments, resonated perfectly with Nurgle's power. The falsehood of the warp transformed into the reality of the present world, and the spotless, pure white hospital room of Tsubaki Kugaoka instantly became a chaotic paradise.

Thick, impenetrable black fog swallowed the lights, and a purulent, greenish-blue plague mist surged out of the ventilation ducts. Plump maggots and groaning Nurgle crawled all over the pristine white hospital beds and equipment. In the center of the ward, a rotten, giant cauldron appeared out of thin air, its bubbling, putrid soup churning and bubbling. Every drop of liquid that splashed out carved a sizzling hole in the floor, and even the air was filled with a cloying, nauseating stench of decay.

Nurgle's giant hand, covered in moss and pus but exuding extreme gentleness, slowly emerged from the black mist, about to completely embrace the master and servant.

Just then, a soft click sounded.

The door to the ward was pushed open from the outside, and the instant it opened, a beam of pure, unadulterated light flooded in.

The light seemed to have existed since the dawn of human civilization; it was not dazzling at all, but carried a gentle warmth that burned away all evil.

The ward, which had been completely swallowed by darkness, stench, and chaos, was illuminated the moment this light entered.

The plague mist, greenish-black in color, dissipated upon exposure to light; the sizzling, putrid slime evaporated instantly; the grotesque Nurgle let out a shrill scream and turned into a wisp of smoke in the light; even the giant cauldron bubbling with putrid broth crumbled and vanished without a trace in the golden light.

The power of the warp receded like a raging tide. Nurgle's giant hand, which was about to touch the hospital bed, froze in mid-air. The "compassion" that was enough to encompass all the decay of the world was shattered by this light.

The newcomer stood quietly at the door, his figure clearly outlined by the golden light. He didn't even glance at the chaotic god suspended in mid-air, but simply uttered a single word.

"roll."

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