Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 139 Humans can only ever rely on themselves.

The moment the blizzard barrier was crushed by the comet, the blizzard that had raged across the desert for days finally subsided, allowing the sun, which had been completely obscured by the snowstorm, to reappear.

The magicians and ordinary people who had lost their way in the blizzard and were nearly hypothermic were stunned for a moment when they saw this scene, and then burst into ecstatic joy at surviving the disaster.

But the joy of escaping death hadn't even had time to warm in his chest before it was completely crushed into dust by the terrifying pressure that suddenly pressed down from above.

They stiffly raised their heads and saw a comet, entirely dark blue and enveloped in arcane light capable of annihilating everything, like the world-destroying hand of God, dragging a fiery tail that tore through the atmosphere, relentlessly crushing towards this desert, towards their location.

Faced with this truly apocalyptic catastrophe capable of eradicating everything, everyone suddenly realized that they had been trapped within the blizzard barrier.

The torment of being unable to see the light of day is so insignificant in the face of real death.

Seeing this, the magicians no longer cared about any secrecy and began to use their special skills to escape in front of ordinary people.

Those unarmed ordinary people, faced with this utterly incomprehensible and desperate scene, were completely drained of even the strength to run away. They collapsed to their knees on the sand, futilely praying for God's mercy and salvation as the doomsday comet drew ever closer in the sky.

"Almighty Lord, please forgive the lost sheep. I swear I will repent for peeping at our neighbor Mrs. Daisy taking a bath when I was a child. Please save us."

"Lord Jesus, have mercy on your sinners! I shouldn't have turned against my best friend, and I shouldn't have kicked him when he was down. I sincerely repent, and I beg you to save us from this hopeless situation!"

"Holy Mary, please have mercy on me! I shouldn't have abandoned my family for this adventure. I swear I'll find a good job to support them if I get back alive!"

"Almighty Heavenly Father, please forgive me! I shouldn't have stolen coins from the church offering box, and I shouldn't have spoken ill of the icon. I know I was wrong, please save us poor souls!"

The comet crashed down, its accompanying high-pressure shockwave sweeping across the land first. The desert outside Snowfield City was instantly engulfed in a sandstorm, a cataclysmic event poised to erupt. Just when everyone was filled with despair, believing certain death was inevitable, to their surprise, the Dove (crossed out) spirit actually appeared this time.

Grand Rider Noah had already coordinated with the other Servants, and just as the comet was about to crash down, he unleashed the ultimate form of his Noble Phantasm.

The Noah's Ark, carrying humanity's hope for survival, instantly transformed into a colossal robot, towering into the sky and hurtling towards the doomsday comet! With a deafening roar, the steel behemoth unleashed its full power, shattering the dark blue arcane comet in mid-air, leaving not a single fragment behind.

The annihilated dust dissipated with the wind, and the sky, which had been darkened by the comet, was now completely clear.

The entire continent was cloudless under the sky, and the clear sunlight finally pierced through the haze, falling once again on the faces of everyone who had survived the catastrophe.

Experiencing two huge emotional ups and downs in a short period of time is incredibly absurd for both magicians and ordinary people, and they haven't been able to recover for a long time.

While they were still in a daze, a group of people with strange mechanical patterns on their bodies suddenly appeared in the snowfield city and walked straight towards them.

Goldrov Mujik, who came to try his luck after his family's fortunes had declined: "Huh? Who are they?"

Inside the United Nations hall, representatives from various countries were giving their opinions on the video they had just watched. Weber, who was seated in the front row, was still processing the news of the alien invasion when a representative from another country recognized him and, after a brief self-introduction, asked for his opinion on the matter.

After a moment of silence, Weber chose to explain it from the perspective of the Age of Gods and the mystical.

"Speaking of aliens, according to our original history, there have been quite a few extraterrestrials on Earth."

"Oh?"

"Based on my research and investigation with my assistant Victor, we have obtained conclusive evidence that most of the gods in Mayan and Greek mythology are actually descended beings rather than native deities."

"what?"

Due to its mysterious and hidden nature, and its complete lack of connection to the magic world, this representative of a major power was completely unaware that what Waver was saying was top secret even within the magic world. However, given the current situation, Waver disregarded everything and directly revealed his and Victor's research: "That's right. Thousands of years ago, when gods existed, they were divided into native gods and foreign gods. However, most gods retreated to the inner sea of ​​the star when the age of gods declined thousands of years ago. The rules of the Earth's surface also changed from mystery to technology, so it can be said that gods no longer exist."

The representatives of the major powers barely managed to digest this information that was enough to overturn their worldviews. Their minds were filled with countless questions, but in the face of a life-or-death situation, all the minor confusions were forcibly suppressed.

So the representative of the major power took a deep breath, looked at Weber beside him, and asked the one and only core question that had been hanging in his mind.

"As an expert in the world of magic, I dare to ask a question: In your opinion, given the current situation, do we still have a chance of winning if we rely on divine intervention?"

Faced with this pointed question, Weber felt an immense, overwhelming burden instantly weighing on his shoulders.

At this critical juncture when humanity and the Earth are on the verge of extinction, he was acutely aware that every word he uttered could influence the course of the entire world and lead to uncontrollable and irreversible catastrophic consequences.

At this thought, Weber's thoughts became a complete and inextricable tangled mess.

He had considered countless possibilities in his mind, from the ultimate spells that exhausted the entire foundation of the magic world to extreme contracts that gambled on the survival of humanity, and even those methods that he had never dared to imagine before, methods that betrayed all principles. But every plan was ultimately shattered by the cold reality. After going around in circles, he realized in despair that it seemed that only by placing his hopes on the gods could humanity grasp that tiny glimmer of hope.

But the gods have long since bid farewell to humanity.

Regardless of whether those departed gods would still be willing to look back at this race that has long abandoned mystery, do they really still have the ability to reopen the world barrier that lies between the inner sea of ​​the star and the surface of the earth?

An overwhelming sorrow instantly engulfed Weber. He suddenly remembered the things Victor had said to him in casual conversation long ago. Those remarks, which he had dismissed as madness at the time, now exploded in his mind like thunderclaps.

"Wave, don't you think that the so-called Heroic Spirits, while protecting humanity time and time again, have also caused many people to become immersed in nostalgia for the past, and no longer willing to look up at the future?"

When he heard this, his first instinct was to retort, but the words caught in his throat. He suddenly realized with crystal clarity that he was the one who had lived his entire life in the past, chasing after the emperor's shadow and refusing to move forward.

"Mystery or heroic spirits, in my eyes, they are all things of the past. But you magicians are always reminiscing about the long-gone age of gods, always thinking of taking an easy shortcut by relying on the gods and the glory of the past."

"So, what path do you think humanity should take?" He asked this question, suppressing the shock in his heart.

"I believe that since humanity has already forged its own path, it shouldn't turn back. Just keep going along the path in front of you. Never do the easiest thing; do the right thing."

As he finished speaking, Viktor slowly stretched out his hand, as if to grasp the entire future in his palm. His eyes were filled with unwavering determination and confidence as he said, word by word, "Humanity should forge its own path. Humanity has always relied on itself."

At that time, Weber was unaware of Viktor's lofty ideals and simply thought that the other was naively young and foolish.

Only now did Weber realize that it was actually himself, and all the magicians, who had been so foolish.

Upon recalling Viktor, Weber shuddered, abruptly waking from his chaotic thoughts.

The invasion of the alien fleet, the immense pressure of humanity's life hanging by a thread, and the question posed by representatives from various countries that shattered all hope—all these things, like an impenetrable net, completely tangled his thoughts, making it impossible for him to calmly unravel the complexities.

Only now did he belatedly grasp the most crucial thread: could the uproar Viktor caused in Snowfield City be inextricably linked to the current global catastrophe?

Once this thought crossed his mind, he realized that it seemed everyone had been deceived by the Gemstone Elder.

It seems that the Jewel King only mentioned that the Emperor would appear, but never that the Emperor would be summoned as a Heroic Spirit. The summoning of the Emperor as a Heroic Spirit is just wishful thinking on their part.

Thinking of this, Weber's breath hitched, and even his fingertips felt cold.

In addition, just now, before his student Flat completely cut off contact and fled, he told him that Victor was fighting a deadly battle against a group of top-level heroic spirits, including gods.

All the scattered fragments were pieced together seamlessly at this moment, and a bold conjecture that made his scalp tingle and that he himself could not believe crashed into his mind, shaking him to the core.

What if Victor is the human emperor from the future?

Do you know what an emperor is?

"Emperor?"

"There is a Holy Grail War in Snowfield City. We in the magic world have heard that the future emperor who will rule mankind will appear there, so many magicians are rushing in that direction."

While the representatives of the major powers were baffled by the emperor's actions, the people of Xueyuan City were well aware that several days of heavy snowfall in the desert was a significant event on a global scale.

"I know about Snowfield City, but what does 'Emperor' mean?"

Just as the representatives of the major powers were somewhat puzzled, Weber was about to share his conjectures with them when the UN Secretary-General suddenly raised his hand, abruptly interrupting his speech.

The previously buzzing meeting room fell into a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes turned to the head of the room. The secretary-general gestured, and an elderly man in a solemn bishop's robe slowly stepped forward and stood before the globally synchronized main screen. With a soft sound, the lights in the hall suddenly went out, and the giant screen connected to the front-line reconnaissance satellite instantly lit up with a dazzling light.

The images rapidly changed, broadcasting everything that was happening in Xueyuan City onto the big screen.

First, a dark blue arcane comet crashed down like a world-destroying hand, tearing apart the blizzard barrier that had shrouded Snowfield City for days. Then, Noah's Ark transformed into a towering steel behemoth, smashing the comet to pieces in the sky and showering the earth with a shower of light.

Even though they were mentally prepared, witnessing this mythical, world-destroying power still left everyone present utterly shaken and speechless, forgetting even to breathe.

Before they could recover from this extreme shock, the screen suddenly switched to another bloody battlefield in Snowfield City, a scene as hellish as hell.

Aside from the epic battle in the heart of the Snowfield City, where gods and heroes clashed, the largest and most brutal meat grinder in the city is currently churning wildly around an abandoned power plant on the outskirts of the city.

Chaos's minions poured forth from the warp rifts, their mutated bodies dripping with a corrosive slime as they roared and charged toward the defenses. The evolved beings beneath Viktor Mor, wielding weapons glowing with holy light and radiating with glee, fearlessly met them head-on. A brutal and inhumane battle with no way out unfolded amidst the ruins of the power plant.

The minions of Chaos are inexhaustible; as soon as one batch falls, a new one immediately fills the gap. The evolved beings who die in battle are quickly dragged off the front lines by their comrades and sent to the arcane workshop deep within the power plant.

Incomplete limbs are instantly replaced by living machines, and damaged genes are reconstructed and evolved under Hextech energy. In just a few minutes, they will step back into this battlefield of flesh and blood with a stronger posture and more terrifying combat power, completing one leap after another towards a higher life form.

Upon seeing the evolved being's appearance, eight words simultaneously appeared in everyone's minds.

Flesh and blood are weak and feeble, while machinery soars to new heights.

On this battlefield, which resembled a war between gods, Waver spotted one of the few normal people, Emiya Shirou.

Although Shirou Emiya possesses Servant-level combat power, he appears so insignificant in this battlefield where he fights against chaos.

At that moment, the bishop finally began to speak.

"I am an envoy from the Vatican. I'm sure you all saw the robot just now, but I can assure you that it was Noah, sent by the Lord as a Heroic Spirit, Noah of Noah's Ark."

These words sparked renewed reflection in the UN hall, but the Secretary-General's subsequent remarks drew all eyes to Weber.

"At the same time, according to information from Faldius, an employee of the US government, we can confirm that the cause of the heavy snow in Snowfield City and the battle between Noah and other heroic spirits was Viktor, the magician of the Clock Tower."

"And he once served as a teaching assistant in the El-Melloi classroom at the Clock Tower, so what is Your Majesty El-Melloi II's opinion on this?"

In an instant, all eyes were on Webber, who opened his mouth but didn't know how to answer.

Bitter! ! !