Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 150: One Man Beats Up the Entire Universe! (A long chapter of 10,000 words, please vote!)

After becoming a complete emperor and ascending to godhood, the brothers of the fourth district also gave up struggling. After all, from their own perspective, even resistance had become a meaningless thing.

They lost, lost completely, with no chance of recovery.

Locke, having completed his trinity return, looked at the four of them. Ten thousand years had passed, and everything was meaningless now, just like the forty thousand years of the future seemed like a dream to him.

He initially only wanted to put on a grand stage play, and although he achieved his goal, he was still a little reluctant to see it end.

However, when he looked at Tzeentch, a feeling of sympathy welled up in his heart. As the god of trickery, he had been tricked by him from beginning to end, which was really a bit pitiful.

"Look at yourself now, how pathetic."

The three voices resounded simultaneously across three dimensions, cold and majestic, piercing straight to the source of the treacherous.

"You probably still don't understand why you lost, do you?"

Tzeentch's chaotic form suddenly twisted wildly, arcane sparks flying everywhere, and countless faces flashing wildly across his body. This master of change feigned composure, but his tone was already filled with exasperation: "You mean Magnus? You think I don't know you and he conspired against me? I saw through it from the very beginning! Even if you split his soul in two, you won't fool me!"

"Then how can you be so sure this isn't part of my plan?"

The Emperor's voice carried absolute control, each word shattering Tzeentch's last pretense.

"Your biggest problem is arrogance. You always think that I would never abandon humanity and my empire just to kill you. After the Horus Rebellion, your arrogance reached its peak."

"But have you ever considered that—from the very moment you were born in the warp, I foresaw your fall?"

"From the very beginning, I left a hidden trap in your core. I can sense your every emotion, every thought. That's why I can predict your every move, turning all your schemes into pawns on my chessboard."

When this truth, spanning billions of years, fell from the Emperor's mouth, for the first time, a chilling cold, enough to freeze the Warp, rose from the depths of Tzeentch's soul.

This was not the fear of being overwhelmed by power, but a tremor that went deep into one's very being—as the ever-changing master who controlled conspiracies and destiny, He spent his entire life scheming against all living beings, yet He never imagined that from the very first wisp of consciousness He was born, He was already a pawn on someone else's chessboard.

Following the bone-chilling cold was a burst of almost maniacal laughter.

Tzeentch's ever-changing, chaotic body suddenly froze, all its twisted faces simultaneously rising to unleash a sharp, absurd laugh that echoed throughout the entire warp. His laughter trembled, arcane energy scattered everywhere, and countless demons surrounding him were reduced to dust in his madness.

"Brilliant—absolutely brilliant!" He gasped, his voice laced with a mixture of self-mockery and utter admiration. "Tens of thousands of years of planning, turning every crushing defeat into a foreshadowing move on the chessboard, transforming every sacrifice into a sharp blade aimed at us, even using his own empire and his own people as chips on the gambling table—hahahaha! Compared to me, you are the true Tzeentch! You are the undisputed Master of All Changes!"

The Emperor did not comment on this, but simply reached out and grabbed the four gods.

It was refined in an instant.

Meanwhile, the fierce interstellar battle in the solar system continues.

But the moment the Emperor Trinity's declaration of ascension pierced through all dimensions and resounded throughout the entire galaxy, the Storm King of the Sothek Dynasty finally recognized the irreversible defeat.

The last time he witnessed a similar scene was after the Silent King's final battle with the Star God, which was the embodiment of the planet's will, and he completely devoured the Star God and ascended to power. And now, the other party has done the same.

Even if it was unwilling, it had to admit that the current opponent was an existence like the Silent King, a supreme being who had stepped into the omnipotent realm.

Without hesitation, it issued a final, suicidal order to the entire undead fleet. The black stone array on the entire ship overloaded and detonated, triggering a chain reaction of dimensional annihilation that turned the entire solar system, along with all the undead themselves, into cosmic dust.

The instant the command was given, the undead warships scattered throughout the solar system simultaneously lit up with a deathly pale light.

The core reactors of countless Shijia-class battleships and tomb ships overloaded suddenly, and annihilation energy powerful enough to shatter planets erupted at the same moment, engulfing the entire starry sky in this world-destroying white light.

According to the Necromancer Dynasty's calculations, this chain reaction of annihilation was enough to tear apart the core of the sun and cause the entire solar system to disappear completely within three seconds.

But the anticipated catastrophe did not come. The Storm King forgot one thing: the opponent was an existence of the same rank as the Silent King. This suicidal attack was useless.

The torrent of energy, powerful enough to annihilate everything, was forcibly suppressed by an invisible force the instant it erupted.

At that moment, all the surviving humans on Earth raised their heads in unison.

They gazed up at the starry sky and witnessed a magnificent fireworks display unlike anything they had ever seen before, enough to illuminate the entire galaxy. The world-destroying white light that should have devoured everything defied all known laws of physics, beginning to collapse inwards madly, condensing into billions of energy spheres even more dazzling than supernovae, shimmering like a sea of ​​stars against the dark sky.

Immediately afterwards, these spheres of light suddenly fused, transforming into a boundless sea of ​​golden-white energy that instantly filled the entire solar system's sky. The sun and all the stars were swallowed up in this vast sea of ​​light, and the entire universe seemed to consist only of this pure, dazzling light.

Just as everyone held their breath, thinking that the end of the world was about to come, this energy cloud, which was powerful enough to crush galaxies, began to flow backwards without warning.

It was as if it was firmly grasped by an invisible hand that transcends the rules of the universe, and it was rapidly converging towards Earth at a speed visible to the naked eye, drawing billions of brilliant light trails across the sky, trailing long tail flames, and finally all surging towards the direction of Snowfield City.

In the end, all the annihilated matter condensed into an inconspicuous golden sphere in the palm of the God of Myriad Machines.

With a casual clench of his hand, he utterly crushed this source of destruction, capable of overturning the solar system, into countless tiny fragments of light, and slowly said, "It is only polite to reciprocate. Since you have given me a grand fireworks display, I will return the favor with a great gift."

The three voices resounded simultaneously across three dimensions, calm without a ripple, yet carrying an absolute majesty that could end everything.

The emperor opened his palm, and a pure golden-white sphere slowly condensed, transforming into the most dazzling star in the darkness.

This final morning star gently slipped from His fingertips, without causing any energy fluctuations, yet it pierced directly through the barrier of space and time.

It streaked across tens of millions of light-years of space, ignoring all galactic barriers and dimensional defenses, and suddenly hovered above the core ancient tomb world of the Sothek Dynasty without any warning.

"This is a parting gift, Imotek."

The next second, the golden-white sphere suddenly expanded to the size of a star, and then collapsed inward to its extreme, defying all the laws of physics.

Under the absolute authority of the emperor, all the energy that would have been enough to destroy the solar system was compressed into a primordial black hole with a mass more than thirty times that of the sun, silently suspended at the center of the galaxy.

The terrifying gravity instantly shattered the gravitational balance of the entire galaxy.

The closest world, the Sotek Main Tomb, was the first to be affected. The immortal temple, forged from billions of tons of black stone, was stretched into metal noodles thousands of kilometers long by the tidal forces. Countless sleeping undead warriors were torn into atomic-level fragments along with the earth's crust before they even had a chance to activate.

The other planets in the galaxy disintegrated one after another, transforming into a crimson accretion disk that revolved around the black hole, with each grain of dust releasing a light even more dazzling than a star through friction.

Meanwhile, the star at the center of the galaxy has long been torn into a distorted elliptical shape by gravity. Its outer hydrogen and helium atmosphere has been frantically stripped away by the black hole, forming a fiery red bridge of matter spanning half of the cosmos, like a burning giant python, one end connected to the dying star, and the other end sinking into the absolute darkness of the black hole.

But this is just the beginning.

The moment a black hole devours all the matter in an entire galaxy, it does not continue to exist according to the laws of the universe. Instead, it contracts violently again, eventually collapsing into a pinhead-sized, absolutely black vacuum bubble.

This bubble has no gravity, no radiation, yet it contains a terrifying power to rewrite the rules of the universe.

With a gentle touch, it triggered the ultimate drop in vacuum energy levels.

A perfect spherical vacuum bubble expands outward at the speed of light. Wherever it passes, all physical laws instantly break down. Even the planets themselves bow down to the emperor's majesty, and even the rules themselves are altered by his will.

Atoms disintegrate, molecules crumble, and even the basic particles that make up matter are reduced to pure nothingness.

There was no explosion, no roar, not even any energy fluctuation. Everything the Sothek Dynasty had accumulated over billions of years—the Blackrock Fleet, the Ancient Tomb Temple, the Immortal Overlords, the Sleeping Legions—was completely wiped from the universe by the sweep of the True Vacuum Bubble, leaving not a trace of its existence.

This cold reality, as the emperor said, is a gift of parting.

Faced with the Emperor's thunderous reckoning that spanned galaxies, Gaia, whose very lifeblood had been seized, remained perfectly clear-headed.

When the Emperor fully completed the Trinity ascension and return ceremony, the being named "Locke" broke free from all the shackles of mortals in the universe.

He transcended the lifespan and boundaries of individual lives, the structure and constraints of planetary will, and the cycles and obstacles of the rise and fall of civilizations, truly touching upon the supreme power of the universe's origin.

She knew better than anyone else that the Emperor's connection with the Vortex of Origin had already surpassed her connection with Alaya-vijnana, and the arcane art known as the Sixth Law had rewritten the rules.

At this moment, the Dark Lord who had reached the Root had gained omniscience, the Lord of Man who ruled the Warp had gained omnipotence, and the entity known as the God of Machines had united the two, and the Trinity had reached the state of true omniscience and omnipotence.

He is no longer a mortal who needs to rely on rules, nor a god who needs to anchor his faith; he himself has become part of the rules.

To put it bluntly, He is now the new Holy Lord, even though He himself denies that He is a god.

Faced with an emperor who had surpassed everything, Gaia was completely at ease and made the most advantageous choice at this moment.

"Actually, I can talk too, I can love humanity too. If you think about it carefully, we don't have any irreconcilable conflicts, do we?"

For the sake of the planet's future, and to ensure the continuation of Earth, Gaia smiled and said to Locke, "I was just joking with you. Let's talk."

When faced with Gaia's request, the Emperor's response was rather indifferent, saying that you can't only love humanity when you're about to perish.

"No, neither you nor the Alaya consciousness love humanity. You love only humanity, which sits on the throne of primates, not humanity itself."

"But honestly, I don't think it makes any difference. With you here, the throne of primates can't be given to any new primates other than humans."

"No, it's different. To me, both the throne of primates and the principles of humanity are obstacles that humanity must overcome. The so-called mystery, the so-called restraint, and the so-called principles of humanity are all obstacles that humanity must overcome."

The conversation between the Emperor and Gaia resonated in the hearts of all mankind. At this moment, no one could harbor any negative feelings towards the Emperor. He truly was willing to make any sacrifice for humanity; everything he did was for humanity.

Undoubtedly, he loved humanity and everyone.

"But what you're doing will inevitably cause an imbalance. By recklessly using the source and energy, you will disrupt the balance of the existing parallel worlds. Not to mention the Milky Way, even the solar system will not have enough energy. You are courting death, but we can help you."

Faced with Gaia's patient persuasion, the Emperor simply smiled. It seemed that he had experienced the same situation a long time ago, but at that time he was too weak and could only choose to negotiate with a tiger, and almost ended up losing.

But he doesn't need to now.

"What you say makes a lot of sense, but I still have to tell you one thing: things have come to this point, and whether you intentionally wanted to harm humanity or not, you have become a stumbling block to human development. Therefore, I must destroy you. You don't need to struggle anymore. My destruction of you has nothing to do with you."

After receiving a definite answer, Gaia fell silent, while the Emperor decided to grant Gaia a final act of mercy, allowing them to die knowing why.

He raised his hand to his chest, his fingertips plunging directly into the very essence of his soul, tearing apart the brilliant sea of ​​stars that held the souls of eight billion humans. Without the slightest hesitation, he returned all human souls to the Warp, and with the authority of ascended godhood, forged an indelible Warp projection for each soul.

The next second, the joys and sorrows of eight billion humans surged and churned in the warp, transforming into a soul storm that swept across the entire dimension. That pure and intense soul aura attracted countless primal demons and aberrations lurking deep within the warp, just as blood attracts sharks.

They roared as they surged forth from the dark rifts, rushing towards this newly born sea of ​​souls, attempting to devour these precious souls completely.

But they didn't know that at the center of this sea of ​​souls, hung the most scorching sun in the history of the subspace—the radiance of the Emperor's ascension.

The weakest demon was instantly vaporized in the golden-black flames the moment it touched the edge of the soul storm, leaving not even a trace behind.

A few powerful demons barely managed to break through the outer edge of the flames. Just as they stretched out their claws to seize the nearest soul, they were cleaved into pieces by a sudden burst of light.

They are humanity's own guardians.

They are the warriors who burned their lives to protect their compatriots in reality, and the brave people who voluntarily dedicated their souls to the future of humanity.

At this moment, they voluntarily transformed into angels under the Emperor's command, using their souls as blades and their beliefs as armor, to build an unbreakable defense line for all humanity in the darkness of the warp.

Gaia clearly sensed the immense energy sweeping across the entire subspace. It was a soul storm woven from the purest joys and sorrows of eight billion humans, its energy level terrifying enough to be equivalent to the total power of hundreds of stars burning simultaneously.

She suddenly understood why the Emperor wanted to transform the imaginary world into a subspace.

Human emotions are amplified infinitely in the subspace, transforming into a near-infinite amount of pure energy.

This energy is enough to offset the entropy increase of the entire universe and to support the continued existence of human civilization forever. It is an existence that completely violates all fundamental physical laws and breaks the ironclad rule of equivalent energy exchange. Its birth directly renders quantum fixed bands and the fundamental principles of human reason completely meaningless.

From this day forward, as long as humanity exists, and as long as emotions remain the most fundamental driving force of life, the universe will never lack energy.

This is not some so-called technological breakthrough; it is true virtual production capacity, unlocking the eternal survival code for human civilization from the level of rules.

The Emperor, a being born from humanity, under the brief and humble limitations of this weak race, accomplished what even the most advanced civilizations and the most powerful races in the universe could not: he created infinite energy.

"This is the fundamental reason why I transformed the imaginary space and anchored the human soul in the warp." The Emperor's voice was calm yet carried the power to rewrite the fate of the universe. "From this moment on, the universe and humanity will enter a completely new era."

In this era, there is no longer any need for the planetary will to exist.

Having said that, He slowly raised His head, His gaze piercing through the barriers of all dimensions, and turned toward the boundless and vast sea of ​​stars in the real universe.

Billions of stars trembled slightly under His gaze.

But at that very moment, the complete annihilation of the Sotek dynasty was like a supernova signal flare exploding in the dark forest of the universe.

Before the aftershocks of vacuum decay had even dissipated, the terrifying energy fluctuations, powerful enough to rewrite the rules of physics, pierced through billions of light-years of void, awakening all the ancient beings lurking deep within the universe.

Countless gazes, transcending the barriers of galaxies and dimensions, focused simultaneously on the airspace where the Sotek Dynasty once stood.

The oldest and most silent king in the galaxy suddenly awoke from billions of years of slumber. His cold gaze swept across the empty void, revealing for the first time the solemnity befitting a necromantic overlord.

The collective subconscious of the Greenskins, including Mao Erge, was drawn to this violent energy and destructive aura, unleashing a wild war cry that shook the entire galaxy. Countless Greenskin tribes began to multiply wildly, migrating towards the energy source.

The giant devourer outside the Milky Way felt an unprecedented energy feast and turned its swarm of insects, spanning millions of light-years, towards the Milky Way at full speed.

The wandering star vanguard at the edge of the Milky Way dispatched advance envoys, whose observation arrays marked Earth's coordinates with the highest priority.

Countless ancient civilizations, hidden deep within the stardust and never having shown themselves, have activated their most secretive observation methods: gravitational lensing, quantum entanglement observers, dimensional probes—the gaze of the entire universe has followed the path of the attack and fallen upon this inconspicuous blue planet.

Gaia gazed at the starry sky pierced by countless gazes, and slowly spoke, her voice carrying an extreme despair and mockery.

"You love humanity. You have broken the shackles of restraint for them, unlocked eternal energy for them, and paved the way for them to reach the stars and the sea."

"But you also personally transformed humanity into the most precious and insane living energy product in the entire universe."

Once all civilizations realize that human emotions can generate endless energy out of thin air, they will fight tooth and nail for you.

They will domesticate humans, forcing you to reproduce rapidly like livestock. They will use every means to stimulate extreme emotions in humans—pain, fear, anger, ecstasy—keeping you trapped in a hellish cycle of reincarnation, all to extract that inexhaustible energy from the void.

She raised her head to meet the Emperor's gaze, and each word, like the sharpest dagger, pierced the deepest part of the Emperor's soul: "You think you are the savior of mankind, but in reality, you are the true evil of mankind."

Faced with the other party's exposed facts, the Emperor did not deny them, but instead directly admitted: "You are right, I did drag humanity into the abyss, but there is a premise for all of this."

"They have to get past me first."

As the words fell, Locke's three dimensions briefly separated, and with the help of his shared soul, he borrowed the power of his other selves in the dream world.

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【Adaptability to All Things - Gold】

Having achieved the Trinity once more, Locke, wielding the power to break all limitations and the origin of infinite adaptability, gazed at the predators surging madly towards the solar system from all corners of the universe. With a casual flick of his wrist, he completely obliterated Gaia. Then, he turned and looked into the void behind him.

In the void, two figures quietly appeared: on the left was an old man in a black suit, and on the right was a bald man with large earlobes and a kind face.

"The Earth and humanity are now in your hands."

They both nodded at the same time.

The Emperor did not utter another word. He resolutely ignited all of his subspace essence, and golden-black divine fire soared into the sky, completely transforming the imaginary world of the current universe into a brand new subspace.

From that moment on, the shadow of the subspace spread throughout the entire universe.

"I said, let the galaxy burn."

There was no roar, no howl, just a calm declaration. But the moment those words were uttered, the laws of the entire galaxy were rewritten.

Billions of stars simultaneously erupted with light far exceeding normal levels, transforming into countless burning torches in the universe. Nebulae permeating the interstellar space were ignited, turning into a sea of ​​fire stretching for hundreds of thousands of light-years. Dark matter and dark energy burned fiercely under the Emperor's will, dyeing the entire Milky Way a blood-soaked crimson.

Those civilizations and beings with the deepest foundations, the oldest and most powerful, who thought they were the first predators to arrive, were completely trapped in this burning star field the moment the flames ignited.

The entire galaxy transformed into a perfect crimson ring, its walls composed of pure laws, completely isolating time and space from both inside and outside.

It is no longer a galaxy in the universe, but a cosmic arena created by the Emperor himself, independent of all dimensions.

Only the solar system, shrouded in a gentle yet sturdy golden barrier, floats peacefully in the very center of the arena, becoming the only sanctuary in this burning hell.

Just then, the all-knowing and all-powerful Emperor, who controlled all things, swept his gaze over all the predators trapped in the burning galaxy, and his voice, like a booming bell, resounded throughout the entire independent space: "I do not know your purpose, nor do I need to know your reasons, and you need not care either."

"Because there are only two possible developments going forward."

"Either I kill you all, or you all come at me and kill me."

For the next forty thousand years, the entire universe could only see that eternally burning crimson galaxy, and the ceaseless wails emanating from the depths of the galaxy became a fear etched into the genes of all civilizations.

Over these 40,000 years, the will of planets in the universe has rapidly perished, and countless new civilizations have risen. The most powerful of these established an intergalactic federation, completely sealing off the Red River Galaxy and designating it as the number one forbidden zone in the universe, where its secrets have been studied for generations.

They soon discovered that the remnants of ancient civilizations were scattered throughout the universe. Countless upstarts rose rapidly by using the technology to analyze these remnants.

When all the data was compiled, a chilling truth shocked the entire Federation: all these ancient civilizations that had once dominated the universe vanished in the same instant. And that time happened to be the very day the Red River Galaxy appeared.

Since then, the entire Federation has focused on studying the Red River, but no matter what methods they use, they cannot break through the Red River's barrier and enter it, until one day, they learn a name.

Humanity.

From that day on, the Galactic Federation began to call itself human and tried to inherit everything from humanity, until the day the universe ended, when the Red River Galaxy finally stopped burning.

At this moment, apart from humanity and Earth, only the Emperor, who was reduced to a mere name, remained. He used endless time to defeat one opponent after another, and finally conquered the entire universe.

He looked out at the universe that had reached its end and activated his powers once more.

"I said, turn everything around."

The next second, the universe began to reverse, time rewound again, and everything returned to the day before the Holy Grail War took place.

As Locke walked out of the classroom, he looked at the character card that had been upgraded to the maximum level and felt as if he had been transported to another world. He then deleted most of his memories, sealed away the useless battle memories, and uploaded them to the Throne of Heroes.

Then, he walked out of the school with a limp, looking at the playground under the twilight. Behind him appeared the manifestation of Alaya consciousness. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "You know what to do. You know very well why I let you go."

"Yes, the Naya Space—"

"Let the humans of other worlds discover it themselves. If they are willing to be transformed into subspace, we will remove them from the quantum fixation zone. If they are not willing, then so be it. There is no need to force them."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Don't call me Emperor. This time, I just want to be an ordinary person."

After the exchange, the Alaya consciousness departed, and another group of life appeared in its place—a group of projections shrouded in shadows, some from within the Milky Way and some from outside the Milky Way.

"What, you want another round?"

"No, we have already lost. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Even if we played another round, the outcome probably wouldn't have changed. You have earned the respect of the entire universe, the great Emperor."

"And we are here only to assure you that before humanity develops beyond the galaxy, no supernormal civilization will hinder or affect human development."

"This is what humanity deserves."

After reaching a consensus, Locke turned around and looked at the projections of the rulers of these cosmic superpower civilizations, who were also observing him.

Locke turned around and faced the projections of dozens of cosmic overlords from afar.

They stared intently at the seemingly frail human before them, their eyes filled with disbelief. Who could have imagined that this ordinary life form, devoid of even the slightest energy fluctuation, was actually the strongest being in the universe who had burned the galaxy for forty thousand years and slaughtered all ancient civilizations?

Even so, no hegemon dared to make any rash moves.

Locke's calm voice rang out, carrying an unquestionable authority: "As long as you don't interfere, there are countless civilizations in the universe, but only you can retain your memories after I reverse everything. The rest are irrelevant. I believe humanity can overcome all obstacles."

Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying dark pressure suddenly swept across the entire area, and Locke's figure was instantly enveloped in black flames, his eyes turning incredibly blood red.

"But if you dare to interfere—"

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His voice suddenly rose, filled with a furious rage that could consume everything, echoing throughout the void: "You are not just facing humans! You are facing the Lord of Darkness! You aliens will not deserve any mercy! I will also set the entire universe ablaze!"

"senior?"

A crisp call interrupted everything. When Locke turned around, the projections of those cosmic overlords vanished instantly. Locke didn't care anymore; he trusted that these people would make the right judgment.

Standing in front of him was Matou Sakura, the little girl with rosy cheeks, shaking the shopping bag in her hand: "Emiya-senpai said we're having dinner at his house tonight, and he still has some things to finish, so he asked me to ask you to go grocery shopping with him."

The emperor, who had just been threatening to set the entire universe ablaze, was now somewhat at a loss.

This sudden sense of normalcy was more overwhelming than the attack of the Causality Cannon, but he quickly smiled and took the shopping bag.

"Okay, let's go then."

Just as Locke was leaving the school gate, leaning on his cane and lamenting how pathetic his body was, he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Hey, by the way, how are things going between your sister and Shirou lately?"

"Ah, my sister—is she...is she alright?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I bet it won't be long before someone changes their name."

"Sigh—but my sister seems to have said she's going to study at the Clock Tower after graduation."

"It's no big deal. Anyway, she has a spot for accompanying someone to study at the Clock Tower, so it's just one more person."

"And what about you, senior? What do you want to do after graduation?" Sakura asked curiously.

"Me?" Locke said with longing, "I plan to just laze around! I'll do nothing, just eat and wait to die every day, marry a gentle and beautiful wife, and be a full-time freeloader at home."

He suddenly leaned closer to Sakura and winked: "What do you think of this plan, Sakura?"

Sakura instantly transformed into a steampunk princess, her face flushed red like a ripe apple. She exclaimed "Ah!" and turned to run, leaving Locke, who was using a cane, far behind.

"Hey! Sakura, slow down!" Locke chased after her, wobbling along. "I was wrong! I was really wrong! Wait for me!"

The gentle sunlight of dusk cast long shadows on the two young figures of a man and a woman as they walked down the street.

Meanwhile, in another timeline, the Chaldea Summoning Room.

As the golden light suddenly dissipated, the little prince had just opened his eyes and hadn't even had time to utter the words "class" when he was firmly locked in the arms of a figure that pounced on him.

"My little prince!!! I've finally waited for you!!!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka hugged him tightly, rubbing her face against his, and shouting incoherently, as if she wanted to meld him into her very bones. "So cute! So cute! So cute! This 30-pull was a steal! I knew my luck was off the charts today!"

The little prince froze on the spot.

His prepared self-introduction and his composure as a traveler were shattered into dust by his master's lewd attack.

He could only stiffly hold up his hands, letting Ritsuka rub against his hair and face, his eyes filled with confusion as he wondered, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?"

"Let's go!" Fujimaru Ritsuka abruptly released him, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him outside. "Master will take you on a tour of Chaldea! First, we'll show off our cakes, then we'll play with some fou, and finally we'll brag to the Director! Let him be so envious!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already dragged the little prince, who looked utterly dejected, out of the summoning room in a flurry of activity.

Ritsuka dragged the little prince along, running at breakneck speed, her mouth blaring like a machine gun: "Control room! Da Vinci's slacking-off paradise!"

"The infirmary! The Nightingale Compulsory Treatment Center! Once you go in, you won't come out unscathed!"

"Lounge room! Sparkling Casino branch! Hand over your wallet before you go in!"

She slammed on the brakes, pointed to an iron gate covered with "No Entry" signs, and said with a serious expression as if she were announcing a state secret: "High-energy warning ahead! The most dangerous place in Chaldea, the warehouse! Do not go in before Senior Kadoc wakes up and cleans up. Going in is equivalent to disappearing. Whether you can come out or not depends entirely on when Senior Kadoc wakes up and cleans up."

Last time I went to find the Holy Grail, I got lost and was trapped inside for three days. I survived by eating the golden apples.

The Little Prince: "————"

"The gym," Ritsuka glanced at him and decisively skipped over it, "You don't need it, next."

"The cafeteria!" Ritsuka instantly revived, dragging him into the fragrant hall. "Here comes the important part!"

This area is divided into sections based on species and appetite!

"The innermost section, always empty—a special area dedicated to Artoria and her enormous appetite!"

"A perpetually bustling corner of drunkards! Main members: Dog Bro, Brush, and the occasional Jeanne Alter sneaking in!"

"The area on the left has a dark atmosphere—the British food death zone! It specializes in Stargazing Pie and fish and chips; brave souls can give it a try."

"This area on the right smells amazing—a French culinary paradise! It's a pity that the chubby director isn't here anymore, otherwise I'd really like you to experience his cooking."

Despite Gudako's enthusiastic recommendations, the little prince's gaze remained fixed on another corner of the cafeteria.

There sat a group of Astartes monks clad in heavy power armor, the smoke and battle scars still lingering on their armor. They were enjoying a meal while discussing their battlefield experiences in low voices.

"I still think the chainsaw sword feels the best to handle, compared to the power sword. It's especially satisfying to execute Tyranids."

"If you ask me, the power hammer is more satisfying. When clearing out mortal traitors, one swing can clear the area outright."

"Come on, most of the time a bomb gun is more practical. Melee combat is too tiring. It's only useful when dealing with self-destruct attacks. Most of the time a combat knife is enough."

"We still need to analyze each situation specifically. For example, now that we're here to protect humanity, even with the enhanced bomb guns, they're not very useful most of the time. The plasma guns are still much better. The key thing is that, compared to before, they don't explode at all."

The Astartes monk raised his hand and drew a symbol on his chest, his tone utterly devout: "Thank you, Emperor; thank you, Ohm Messiah."

The next second, all the Astartes at the table put down their cutlery, clutched their chests, and rang out in unison, filled with awe etched into their very bones: "Indeed, thank you, Emperor; thank you, Ohm Messiah."

"Indeed, thank you, Emperor, thank you, Om Messiah."

"Indeed, thank you, Emperor, thank you, Om Messiah."

Having said that, the gazes of the Astartes monks fell upon the young prince standing to the side. Just as they were about to ask if he had come to the wrong place, Titus strode forward, solemnly kneeling on one knee before the prince. His right fist pounded heavily on the eagle emblem on his chest, and his resounding, devout voice echoed throughout the dining hall: "We are deeply honored to meet the son of the great Emperor! We will protect His Majesty with our lives, upholding our eternal loyalty, in the name of the Emperor!"

The moment the words "Son of the Emperor" were uttered, the noisy cafeteria fell silent.

All sounds ceased abruptly, and countless gazes turned to the little prince. Everyone's faces were filled with disbelief. No one had expected that this soft, adorable blond boy was actually the offspring of the human emperor who was on par with God and the Awakened One.

On the other side, the tyrant Gilgamesh frowned, nudged Gudako beside him with a puzzled look, and said in a tone full of disbelief, "Huh? This kid is the Primarch from those tin can mouths?"

At that moment, the little prince finally remembered that there seemed to be someone who had said something, and what he had said last was something like that.

In the name of the Lord of mankind.

In another world, Matou Sakura stands in the basement of the Matou family home. The former insect hive is now empty and has become a place for summoning Heroic Spirits. As she finishes reciting the last oath, a small giant holding a golden ring stands before the summoning circle.

"Rider, Horus, answer the call, are you my Master?"

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