Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 136 I'm Here to Destroy You, The Cancer of the Universe

El-Melloi II Weber Velvet, filled with anxiety, clung tightly to the counter at the airport reception, veins bulging on his forehead, his face etched with incredulous shock, and his voice at the receptionist was so loud it almost lifted the roof off the airport.

But this overwhelming sense of astonishment vanished in an instant, because he quickly realized that this was normal. He straightened up, raised his hand to push up his glasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and the shock on his face gradually faded, leaving only overflowing helplessness and self-mockery.

Indeed, given the current situation, such outrageous prices are actually the most normal thing right now.

Even an ordinary person who knows nothing about magic would be curious to investigate the unusual snowfall that suddenly fell in the desert, let alone magicians who know the truth. It's no surprise that magicians all over the world are now rushing to that place.

Moreover, London is the home of the Clock Tower, so even more magicians will flock there.

He didn't even need to check to guess that tickets for direct flights, let alone those with layovers halfway around the world, were probably already sold out.

Thinking of this, Weber felt his head buzzing, and he collapsed onto the front desk, filled with despair that he couldn't get there in time. He was completely out of options; in the end, he could only rely on that unreliable idiot, Flat.

Just as he was collapsing at the front desk, completely overwhelmed by the despair of missing his schedule, a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar suddenly rang out from behind him, breaking his self-imposed exile.

"Lord El-Melloi?"

Weber froze instantly, straightening up abruptly like a student caught red-handed. Before the dejection on his face could fade, he turned away with a hint of guilt that he couldn't hide.

Standing behind him was a German man in a dark green coat. He recognized the face; it was a researcher Viktor had introduced to him a long time ago. He had heard that the man was a child prodigy, but he had always focused on research and was therefore not famous.

That's why, at this critical juncture, he couldn't remember the other person's name no matter what he tried. Only two vague syllables kept swirling in his mind: Lenor? Or was it Rafe again?

To preserve his dignity as Lord El-Melloi, he had no choice but to skip the formalities and force a polite smile, saying, "I really didn't expect to meet you here. Are you also heading to Snowfield City?"

Rafe nodded slightly. He had already seen through the other man's embarrassment and knew that this arrogant monarch had not remembered his name at all. However, he simply stood there without making a sound and did not expose him in the slightest.

"That's right, Your Majesty." Leif bowed slightly, his gentle tone concealing a barely perceptible fervor. "I've heard that in this Holy Grail War, a Heroic Spirit capable of foreseeing the future has appeared. I intend to go and see for myself, so as to complete my research."

"Speaking of which, Lord El-Melloi, are you also going to Snowfield City to participate in this Holy Grail War? But isn't it a bit too late to set off now? I heard that the fighting has already started there."

"yes."

Weber sighed heavily, and the anxiety in his eyes instantly became apparent.

"But my students and teaching assistants are all over there, and things are getting increasingly out of control. I have to find a way to get there, otherwise I won't be able to feel at ease."

The thought of this made his temples throb with frustration, while Rafe looked at him with a strange gaze, thinking that, just as Victor had said, the other man was nothing like a magician.

The thought of Flat, Victor, and now even Rin Tohsaka and Shirou Emiya have plunged headlong into that mess has left him, the dignified monarch of the Clock Tower, stranded at the airport by an exorbitantly priced plane ticket, unable to move.

Weber gritted his teeth, preparing to call his old friend and creditor for help, when a series of orderly footsteps suddenly came from the side. A group of men wearing sunglasses and matching black suits strode over. The leader quickly compared the photo on his phone, then stepped forward, his tone respectful yet undeniably solemn, and cautiously asked, "Excuse me, are you the monarch of the Clock Tower, Mr. El-Melloi II Weber Velvet?"

Weber tensed instantly, suppressing his surprise, and replied in a deep voice, "I am. Who are you?"

"We are directly assigned by the United Nations and come from the UK's national security department." The leader of the men in black bowed slightly, his tone suddenly turning serious, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Weber's heart.

"Please come with us to the United Nations headquarters immediately. There is a matter of life and death concerning all mankind, and we need your and the power of the Clock Tower to help."

"what?"

Weber's consciousness was shrouded in a thick fog. He couldn't remember how he stepped off the ear-splitting military transport plane, or how he followed the expressionless officials into the lobby of the United Nations headquarters. The shock of being taken away from the airport, the frustration from the exorbitant airfare, the worry for the students in Snowfield City, and the weighty phrase "the survival of humanity"—all of it was a jumbled mess in his mind. He was led forward like a puppet, and when he suddenly snapped out of his daze, he was already sitting in a cold chair.

The United Nations hall was shrouded in an almost suffocating silence. Political representatives from various countries, leaders of major magical organizations, and heads of all of humanity's top powers, both overt and covert, were gathered in this single room. Secular governments and mystical forces, who normally swore complete separation, now sat side-by-side, their faces etched with solemnity and unease. Even their breathing was barely audible, as if the slightest disturbance would shatter the precarious tranquility.

Soon, a researcher, whose body had been ravaged by a sleepless night, staggered onto the podium, his steps unsteady and his body trembling. His eyes were dark and swollen, and his hand holding the microphone shook so badly he could barely grip it. In a hoarse, almost trembling voice, he simply stated that he was from NASA, the National Space Administration, and then hesitantly pressed the remote control. The next second, an image suddenly filled the giant screen that dominated the entire hall.

In the endless, deep darkness of the universe, at the edge of the solar system, countless prismatic structures gleaming with a cold, metallic light lie dormant in the sea of ​​stars in an impenetrable array.

They emitted no electromagnetic signals, made no engine noise, and like a group of hunters lurking in the darkness, they filled the entire giant screen with a suffocating silence and an overwhelming sense of deadly threat, striking the eyes of everyone present.

Third kind of contact.

These five words, like a thunderclap, resounded in the minds of everyone in the hall.

The hall, which had been deathly silent to the point where even breathing was deliberately held back, was suddenly thrown into an uncontrollable commotion. Gasps of shock, tense whispers, and barely suppressed exclamations erupted one after another.

Everyone could sense that the overwhelming interstellar fleet was probably not coming with good intentions.

The researcher's subsequent tearful and trembling account completely confirmed their deepest, most terrifying suspicions.

"These are images we captured just a day ago, and now they're almost at the moon."

His voice trembled so badly it was almost incoherent, and his sobs were filled with an overwhelming despair.

"These things possess advanced faster-than-light travel capabilities. By repeatedly calculating along their travel trajectories, we can conclude that their ultimate destination is Earth."

Moreover—they also sent videos in twelve different languages ​​to our deep space network.

As soon as he finished speaking, the researcher pressed the play button with trembling fingers, projecting the English version of the video onto the giant screen.

The entire audience seemed to hold their breath, their eyes glued to the screen. The brief black screen felt like an eternity. The next second, an eerie, ghostly green aura suddenly filled the entire screen, and a silver, skull-shaped robot, its body gleaming with a cold light, slowly emerged from the darkness under the green glow.

"Greetings, Lords of Primates who have yet to escape their home planet."

The cold, mechanical synthesized voice exploded through the venue's speakers, carrying undisguised mockery and contempt, like an icy blade sweeping across the skin of everyone present.

"I imagine you must be wondering why we suddenly appeared in your star system with a fleet, and why you're even filled with fear, afraid that we've come with the intention of destroying you."

"To this, I can only say, please don't misunderstand."

Yes, we are here to destroy you; more precisely, we are here for the sake of the entire universe to wipe out humanity.

"In other words, we are not destroying anything; we are giving the universe a precise chemotherapy treatment to eliminate you cosmic cancers."

The battlefield at the very center of Xueyuan City has long since been reduced to a scorched wasteland.

Amidst the ruins, the aftershocks of the arcane torrent and the brilliance of the Noble Phantasms still surged wildly, but Viktor remained completely unaffected, hovering quietly at the very top of the Tree of Life that contained the Greater Grail, his body shimmering with a faint purple arcane light. With a playful, cat-and-mouse mentality, he looked down at the group of heroic spirits fighting to protect humanity.

In order to prevent the arcane comet that blots out the sky from completely crushing Snowfield City, these Servants used every trick in the book, squeezing out their last bit of magic power and fighting spirit.

Ultimately, relying on the Noah's Ark summoned by the Grand Rider Noah, and the sacred barrier that sustained the world, they managed to withstand the destructive impact of the comet, which was capable of incinerating everything, and barely held onto their last line of defense.

Although Victor could easily have taken another one and asked them, "So what are you going to do with the second one?"

But he didn't do that. The time was almost up. The Holy Grail had drawn enough nourishment from the Root, and the connection to the warp was complete. It was time to move on to the next step.

His gaze slowly swept over the assembled heroic spirits below, who stood ready for battle. Suddenly, the Hextech Core within his chest erupted with a dazzling light that surpassed even the embers of the battlefield. His voice, though not loud, struck each person's heart like a heavy hammer, each word carrying an undeniable and overwhelming force: "As heroic spirits who protect humanity, you are undoubtedly qualified."

"But your era has long since passed. The Throne of Heroes should have always been a thing of the past, utterly abandoned by humanity."

"It is because of your existence that humanity remains trapped in the heroic fantasies of the past, stuck in nihilistic nostalgia, forever unable to take the first step in evolution!"

"It is because of your existence that the Restraining Force can use your power to firmly lock down humanity's future and shackle all possibilities for civilization's progress!"

"It is because of your existence that humanity has repeatedly fallen into the quagmire of reincarnation, ending up in this predicament we are in today."

On the verge of extinction!

Viktor's words pierced through the smoke of the battlefield, each one piercing to the heart, yet the assembled heroes below didn't even deign to utter a single reply. They were heroes etched into human history, warriors who had braved life and death to uphold humanity's principles; their beliefs were already engraved in their very bones. Why waste words on someone who denied their existence?

Only Hercules' eyes flashed with ferocity. He suddenly raised his bow, drew the bowstring to its limit, and with a deafening hum, fired a full-force shot at Viktor, a shot powerful enough to shake mountains and comparable in power to a Noble Phantasm.

The arrow tore through the air, splitting in mid-air with a deafening roar, transforming into countless Stymphal birds, infamous from mythology. Their piercing cries shook the very air as they swarmed down upon Victor atop the Tree of Life, the gale-force winds whipped up by their claws and wings even ripping up the rubble and scorched earth.

But in the next second, the overwhelming swarm of strange birds seemed to have been forcibly pulled out of the scene, leaving no trace of the explosion or the aftershocks, and simply vanished into thin air.

This sudden, bizarre scene, like a massive boulder, crashed down on everyone's hearts, already numbed by the relentless battles, causing even their breath to catch in their throats. Only one chilling question remained in everyone's mind:

How many more tricks does he have up his sleeve?

"It should have ended long ago."

Viktor's voice was as cold as ice. His gaze swept over the group of heroic spirits on the scorched earth below and locked onto the Grand Rider Noah riding on the Gundam-shaped Noah's Ark in the sky above the battlefield. It was this divine artifact, which carried the power of the world's survival, that blocked his sky-covering arcane comet and became the first obstacle to his plan.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingertips glowing with an arcane light powerful enough to rewrite the rules, pointing towards the towering steel behemoth. He spoke each word with an overwhelming, unstoppable pressure: "Let's start with you."

The next second, Noah, who was gripping the control stick and concentrating on maintaining the Ark's defense, suddenly felt a numbness all over his body, and an indescribable sense of powerlessness instantly swept over him.

He only felt that the deep connection between himself and Noah's Ark, which was bound to his Grand Spirit Origin and had never wavered in the slightest, was being brutally torn apart by an irresistible and terrifying force, and was completely severed in the blink of an eye.

Faced with this almost impossible scene, Noah had only one thought in his mind at this moment.

"Holy crap! There's a cow!"

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