Shirou's clones number 30 million

Shiro Sakurai originally wanted to say "relief," but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it wasn't a good way to say it, so he changed it to "promotion."

"Thank you, but if I could, I wouldn't actually want a promotion. Being an assistant is fine too," Red A sighed.

"Are you crazy?"

"Well... compared to the boring life of a Heroic Spirit, I still prefer being an Executor."

"Endless killing? Didn't you say you were already tired?"

"I'll be fine after a few days of rest. Losing this job so suddenly feels really strange."

After being promoted today, Red A initially felt pretty good.

But after sitting in the Hall of Heroes for a while, I suddenly realized a problem: what is the difference between this kind of life and "taking a vacation" in the White Mist Space?

Shirou Sakurai frowned slightly, stared at Archer for a while, and suddenly asked:

"who are you?"

"Hasn't the answer to this question already been found out?"

"No, what I mean is, who are you now? You were originally the future version of Shirou Emiya, but now you've gained memories from the Roman era, haven't you?"

"Oh, so that's what you meant." Archer instantly realized, pondered for a few seconds, and said seriously, "I am still me, the future Shirou Emiya, just with a few more distant memories."

Suddenly, a hand appeared behind them, followed by a gasp of surprise:

"Oh, it's you! I thought it was a new guy. By the way, are you really that eager to save the world?"

Red A glanced back at Asami Shirou and said with a smile:

"After all, I am a partner of justice."

Although he said he disliked the current leader and didn't want to continue the endless killing, he found it hard to accept that he had actually stepped down.

"Valhalla is just a prison. Sitting inside, you can do nothing but reminisce about the past, play chess, and drink tea."

“In the past, I envied those heroic spirits who had nothing to do, unlike me, as an agent, who had to travel around.”

"Wherever there is a crisis that could destroy the world, that's where we'll fight."

"But now, I envy my former self, who could keep saving the world."

"Even if your hands are stained with blood, the number of people you have saved is definitely more than the number of people you have killed."

As the other Shirous entered one after another, Archer couldn't help but stop his sigh.

Every new Shirou who came in would exclaim in amazement at his clothes and appearance.

The way Zhuge Liang dressed up as Red A is very comical, but also too awkward.

"What are you doing?"

Red A noticed that Roma Shirou's hand was still on his neck and couldn't help but ask.

"I'm sorry, I'm recalling those new memories you've gained."

Roma Shirou released his grip, pondered for a moment, and said as he thought:

"I originally thought we weren't from the same world, but since I can influence you, it means we're on different timelines within the same world."

"However, that's not necessarily true. Even within the Type-Moon universe, two different parallel worlds might interfere with each other."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Red A asked in surprise.

"I have an idea."

Roma Shirou smiled slightly, looked Red A up and down, and said with a smile:

"The achievements I make now and in the future will be transferred to you in the form of Noble Phantasms or skills."

"Then, after we shared everything here, although we couldn't share the Noble Phantasms, the skills were fine."

"As long as I achieve something, you will receive the corresponding skill."

"Then... if I launch a project to create an artificial god and elevate myself to the status of an omniscient and omnipotent creator god, will you really become a creator god?"

Red A let out a soft "hmm," seemingly lost in thought.

Although he exaggerated a bit, the idea is good.

"The public isn't stupid; why would they believe everything you say?"

Chapter 191 It is already...

Chapter 191, Section 192, is already...

"Isn't lying easy?"

Roma Shiro shook his head slightly and did not continue speaking.

The idea of ​​a creator god is just an exaggerated claim; he couldn't possibly have actually done that.

If we were to do that, we would have to fabricate one miracle after another, and over time, things would become very complicated.

Moreover, the distance between himself and Nero will become extremely far.

"The creator god thing is just a joke. But, increasing merit is equivalent to increasing strength, so do you have any good ideas?"

"Isn't it all just about fame?"

Slime Shirou coughed lightly, and after his gaze shifted to him, he said:

"Limited by the transportation and productivity of the Roman era, the great undertaking of unifying the world was out of the question."

"But there are no problems with cultural dissemination."

“You still use parchment and papyrus where you live, which are expensive to produce and difficult to popularize.”

"I think you could start by plagiarizing the Four Great Inventions."

"After that, it was about copying various works and ideas, which meant writing more books."

"Besides that, you can also plagiarize daily necessities, military equipment, and so on."

"Building Rome into a modern city, touching on all aspects, such an achievement would definitely yield a huge wave of skills and treasures."

Roma Shiro nodded repeatedly, completely agreeing with his opinion.

Although this was done before, at that time, we didn't know that the credit would be credited to Red A.

So, it's just for my own convenience.

Ultimately, it was all just minor tweaks, without making any significant changes.

But now, since achievements can be transformed into Noble Phantasms and skills, and after a second transformation from Archer, they return to Archer.

In other words, anything you do can become a skill.

In that case—

"That's enough of this small-scale work. From now on, I will spare no effort in building Rome and get involved in everything, big or small."

"Um, I suddenly had an idea!" Red A suddenly interjected, "Don't you all know how to draw the summoning circle for Servants? Could someone try summoning me once?"

"do not want!"

Without hesitation, Shiro Sakurai refused:

“Summoning should be possible, but when Idris knocked you out of the summoning circle and took your place in the Fifth Holy Grail War, Shirou Emiya was bounced back in almost instantly.”

"Based on this, each world should only have one Shirou."

"The moment the summoning is successful, Shirou, who summoned you, will likely be immediately ejected into the room."

"Among the Shirous present, there probably isn't anyone who would sacrifice himself for others, is there?"

Red A was speechless and had to admit that what he said made sense.

Lost in thought, his gaze unconsciously turned to Shirou Emiya.

"Don't look at me!" Shirou Emiya couldn't help but say. "I'm not a bad person, and I've done a lot of good deeds, but I wouldn't sacrifice myself for you, would I?"

Eh...

"Isn't there anyone willing to sacrifice a period of freedom for me?" Red A sighed.

"How could that be! Anything you can do, other Shirous can do too." Sakurai Shirou looked at him speechlessly and retorted, "If that's the case, why would I sacrifice my freedom to ask you to come over?"

Indeed, staying here alone is incredibly boring and tedious, almost like Valhalla. Reality is far more exciting.

Even doing nothing but sitting quietly on a bench by the street, observing the people passing by, is more interesting than sitting here drinking tea.

Realizing this problem, Red A sighed softly and silently hoped that a newcomer would arrive.

However, it's impossible for whatever you wish for to come true.

That night, until he left the White Mist Space, no new people entered.

"Forget it, I guess I'll just look forward to the Holy Grail War. There are so many parallel worlds, and the Holy Grail War has been fought again and again. Maybe I'll be chosen again someday."

After making a self-deprecating remark, Red A turned to look at Sakurai Shirou, recalling the shared memories as he asked curiously:

"How did you end up with Erina?"

"Is that not allowed?" Shirou Sakurai asked back.

"It's not that it's impossible, but if you do that, you'll definitely become the person you used to hate the most in the future."

Although it may not necessarily end up as an arranged marriage, the reverse is essentially the same outcome.

Shirou Sakurai fell silent for a long time, then looked up at Archer with a rather complex smile on his face.

"It already is."

......

White Album World.

"Heroic Spirit, I don't seem to have any notable achievements to show for myself?"

At night, Kitahara Shirou lay in bed, pondering the new skills Archer had acquired, and fell into deep thought.

The achievements that Roma Shirou will make in the future have been directly transformed into Archer's Noble Phantasm and skills in the form of legends, and have even changed his image.

In this sense, the red A is actually similar to a blank sheet of paper, which anyone can draw on.