Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 97: Facing the Final Boss Right from the Start

Viktor, the Arcane Pirate, is a playable character in the well-known multiplayer online battle arena game League of Legends, and also a main character in the globally popular IP-derived animated series.

But for Locke, what remains etched in his memory is the mechanical pioneer who cried out about the suffering of flesh and blood and the ascension of machinery, and Victor, who gently spoke to a child in Starfire Alley, holding a cup of hot anise milk.

But this did not affect his final choice of Arcane Pioneer Victor, after all, the other party was not only more perfectly portrayed, but also more suitable for him to play the role.

Moreover, in terms of ultimate combat power, this version of Viktor is not even in the same dimension as the one he is familiar with.

Moreover, his leg, crippled in the fire that started in the black mud ten years ago, is a perfect match for Victor's character card.

In other words, this card seemed tailor-made for him from the very beginning.

Argument that Locke is Victor:

He had a tumor in his leg, and so did Victor;

They all had partners who walked side by side, just like Jess by Viktor's side and Shirou Emiya by his side;

Wanting to use his talents to change the future of humanity and create a way of life for those who are struggling, just like Viktor wants to use technology to rewrite the living conditions of the underprivileged.

Even the supernatural powers he devoted himself to studying were not tolerated by the world—Victor touched forbidden arcane arts, and he touched primal magic.

The most irrefutable and irrefutable evidence is:

He and Viktor never appeared at the same time!

So the answer is obvious: he is Viktor, and Viktor is him.

As Jujutsu Kaisen Locke has proven, if the entire world is treated as a stage play, the closer his performance and the plot are to the original story, the more popularity points he can gain.

So, what should he do next? Of course, he should help his partner overcome the predicament and win the Holy Grail War.

Incidentally, guide the other party to research "Hextech" together.

Night fell exceptionally quickly in Fuyuki; in the blink of an eye, the lights of Fukayama Town were swallowed up by the neon lights of the new capital.

The extended Lincoln glided smoothly down the brightly lit streets. In the back seat, Locke, dressed in a bespoke black suit, with sunglasses concealing all emotion in his eyes, held a custom-made, engraved, gilded cane.

At this moment, Locke had completely shed his gentle and shy demeanor as a model student at school, and was now surrounded by a cold and oppressive aura that was completely incongruous with his young age.

The Lincoln came to a smooth stop in front of an underground casino disguised as a top-tier private club.

As soon as the car door was opened, the Fujimura Group member, who was waiting on the side and dressed in a uniform black suit, immediately bowed and stepped forward. He first tapped the ground with his golden cane before slowly stepping out of the car. His injured leg, which had been inconvenient at school, was now supported by the cane, and his steps were steady without the slightest stagger.

The gangsters bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle, barely breathing, showing the utmost respect.

On the roadside, a wealthy tourist from out of town, who was visiting Fuyuki, looked at the spectacle and couldn't help but lower his voice to ask his local friend about the boy's background.

His friend quickly tugged at his arm, not daring to raise his voice, his tone filled with deep-seated awe: "This is the heir of the largest Fujimura Group in the area. Although he is only adopted, everyone knows that the Fujimura Group has been able to expand so rapidly in recent years entirely because of his management. He is the true core of the group, the one who has the final say."

"Huh? At this age?" The tycoon was shocked. He watched the young man walk into the club and gasped. He sighed sincerely, "That's truly a young prodigy, unfathomable."

However, in the blind spot of the wealthy man's perspective, his friend sneered and said sarcastically, "But to me, who has mastered the mystery, they are nothing more than a bunch of ants."

Locke was indifferent to the respect shown to him by others and had even become accustomed to it; all of this was nothing but fleeting clouds to him.

If this world were just an ordinary modern society, perhaps he would have chosen to grant Fujimura's wish, take over their business, and expand it to create even greater glory.

Unfortunately, the fire ten years ago awakened him, and he knew exactly where he belonged, especially after choosing his character card, which sealed his future.

He will lead the people of this world toward a bright future and a glorious evolution!

Following his subordinate's directions, Locke stepped into the private room on the top floor of the casino.

In front of a floor-to-ceiling one-way window, a handsome blond man casually swirled a crystal wine glass in his hand, the crimson liquid drawing lazy arcs on the glass. His gaze, through the glass, fell on the noisy casino below.

Following his subordinate's directions, Locke arrived at the private room on the top floor of the casino. The moment his subordinate bowed and withdrew, the heavy, soundproof solid wood door completely shut out the noise of the casino.

Locke looked up and saw that in the panoramic private room on the top floor of the casino, only a few cool crystal chandeliers were lit, barely outlining the man's dazzling blond hair and tall, straight back.

With his back to the door, he leaned against the floor-to-ceiling glass, holding a Burgundy crystal glass and casually swirling the rich red wine inside. The light streamed down as he looked down at the brightly lit casino below.

On the other side of the glass, the ugly faces of those who once held sway in the secular world were on full display. A high-ranking politician clutched his chips, sweat beading on his forehead; a cult leader in a black robe muttered incantations to himself as he played his cards; a billionaire bettors wagered money without batting an eye; a ruthless underworld boss stared intently at the roulette wheel, his eyes bloodshot; and a skilled gambler manipulated the game at the table.

But in his eyes, no matter their status or how powerful they were, they were all the same; they were just clowns for his amusement.

He stood there quietly, savoring the greed, anger, ignorance, and resentment of these mortals, adding a little bit of trivial amusement to the long and boring wait before the Holy Grail War.

"Long time no see, Locke. I've been in your casino for so long, and yet I've come to see you today. Have you figured out the answer and are you ready to tell me?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Gilgamesh, the oldest king who had regained his physical form and descended into the world through the black mud contaminated by the Holy Grail in the last Holy Grail War, tilted his head back and drank the Burgundy wine in his glass in one gulp.

He casually placed the empty cup on the gilded tray by the window. Before the soft clinking of the cups had faded, he turned around with a playful and amused expression, his blood-red eyes firmly locking onto Locke in the doorway.

The indifference and scrutiny that had been directed at the gamblers below were gone from his eyes. Instead, there was a kingly solemnity and interest that placed him on an equal footing with himself.

Locke did not respond, but simply held his golden cane and walked slowly past Gilgamesh. The soft tapping of the cane on the marble floor was particularly clear in the quiet room.

He finally stopped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down through the one-way glass at the brightly lit casino below, at the frenzied crowds playing cards and chips. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "I've made up my mind."

Gilgamesh's lips instantly curled into an undisguised, fanatical smile, his blood-red eyes brimming with anticipation and pleasure that almost overflowed.

He knew all too well that the soul of the boy before him was the only thing that caught his eye in this corrupt world. That soul was so dazzling and radiant, so noble and resilient that even he had to take notice.

He had been waiting for this answer for a full ten years.

He had been waiting ever since he caught a glimpse of this dying boy with an unfathomable look in his eyes during the fire that burned half of the winterwood forest ten years ago. Now, he was finally about to see him again.

"Oh?"

"From the moment a person is born, they begin to suffer."

Locke's voice remained steady, but his gaze shifted from the gamblers downstairs to the boundless night outside the window.

"The Buddha said that all things in the world are suffering, and only by saving oneself can one save oneself. However, the suffering and happiness in this world are always like two sides of the same coin, one or the other, with no possibility of reconciliation."

With that, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a casino chip with gold trim. With a slight movement of his fingertips, the chip spun rapidly between his long fingers, the light and shadow flashing alternately on both sides, much like the cycle of joy and sorrow in the human world.

"If it's really as you say, that I have the talent to create miracles, then now I finally know where to put that talent."

His fingertips suddenly stopped, gripping the chips firmly in his palm. He slowly turned around, displaying the face-up chips to Gilgamesh. The boy's eyes burned with a light that could start a prairie fire, each word clear and resolute.

"I will end all suffering in this world. I will lead humanity to complete a truly glorious evolution and completely rid ourselves of all the suffering we are born with."

Gilgamesh's playful smile froze abruptly, a look of unexpected astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Below him lay a casino steeped in desire. This penthouse room isolated him from the hustle and bustle, but it couldn't shut out the surging greed, anger, ignorance, and resentment below. This was the most filthy and corrupt place in the world, a den of the five poisons. Yet, the young man standing before the floor-to-ceiling window calmly made such a pure, noble, and almost impossible-to-achieve grand ambition.

The extreme filth and the extreme holiness collided at this moment, creating the most absurd contrast.

The next second, Gilgamesh burst into unrestrained laughter that shook the entire private room.

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, losing all composure. His laughter carried an undisguised kingly arrogance, as if mocking the young man's overestimation of his own abilities and his naive attempt to rewrite human destiny single-handedly.

It was as if he were mocking himself, mocking his long wait of ten years, only to receive such an absurd answer in the end.

Or perhaps, both are true.

After the laughter subsided, Gilgamesh felt a surge of intense curiosity. He was incredibly curious—curious that this arrogant man before him could actually fulfill this wish, a wish that even he himself couldn't achieve.

So Gilgamesh made a decision: he would use his clairvoyance to see his future.

Let's see if this arrogant man can actually shape the future as he claims.