Shirou's clones number 30 million

"That's what I thought too, but the pulling force is too weak, and I have no control over myself at all."

Shirou Hashiba took a step to the right, and the midline between the two worlds shifted a step accordingly, still remaining in the middle of his body.

Through constant collisions, he became very strange.

"Kitahara! You have the most experience in dealing with chaotic situations, so please help me think of a solution."

"There's no hope. Just wait to die."

Kitahara Shirou said something irritatingly, then added:

"What exactly is going on? At least explain the whole story."

"Who knows what happened? I was halfway through my rebirth when it suddenly stopped. And then this happened."

Shiro Hashiba shrugged, looking helpless.

Although he didn't really want to be reborn, he wasn't entirely opposed to it because if he could be reborn, it would make up for some of his early regrets.

So, when the moment of rebirth arrived, he sighed softly and accepted it with equanimity.

However, when time rewinds to ten years ago, just as everything around them is about to transform from a phantom into reality, it suddenly stops, as if it has been stuck.

And then, it turned into this kind of "battleground".

"Hey...can anyone tell me what's going on?"

"Do you think this world has consciousness?" Hayami Shirou asked slowly.

"Of course it happens, otherwise how could a situation like two women fighting over a man occur?"

Asami Shirou chuckled softly, then shifted his gaze to Hashiba Shirou.

"Seriously, this is the downside of being popular."

"Don't say such sarcastic things, come and help!" Shirou Hashiba couldn't help but say.

Even if you say that, we still don't know how to help you.

"What should we do then? We can't keep going on like this, can we?"

Shirou Hashiba glanced around, his gaze suddenly landing on Rimuru. A thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly said:

"Rimuru, doesn't your Great Sage skill allow you to communicate with the world? Quickly, have her ask me what's going on here?"

"...The great sage said, this is what you brought upon yourself."

"Injustice! I didn't do anything. I opened 136 Yorozuya stores in one go, and my business is about to take off. Other than that, I didn't do anything!"

At this point, Shirou Hashiba suddenly let out a soft "Eh."

"Wait a minute! Could it be that dream from last night?"

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

So when he dreamt last night that someone asked him if he wanted to be reborn, he didn't pay any attention.

"Last night, I think I heard a very nice female voice asking me if I wanted to go home?"

"I said, I'm at home!"

"Then she said it wasn't our current home, but the home we had ten years ago. What was my reply?"

"Oh no! I can't remember at all!"

Shirou Hashiba kept trying to recall the scene, but he couldn't remember anything. The bizarre sight before him only added to his unease.

"Enough! Stop pulling me. I don't want to be reborn. I just want to stay in this era."

"Regardless of what I answered in my dream last night, right now, at this very moment, I have absolutely no desire to be reborn. Please, leave me alone!"

Unchanged, the bizarre struggle continues, with one side representing the timeline from ten years ago and the other the present.

Two different timelines sandwiched Shirou Hashiba in the middle, one on the left and one on the right, while the surrounding space kept breaking apart and then rapidly healing itself.

“Bridge, the Great Sage said that you cannot refuse the world’s goodwill just because you want to.” Rimuru paused, then added, “Of course, the original quote is too long, this is my refined version.”

"Okay! I agree to be reborn. I'm willing to be reborn. Take me with you!"

However, nothing has changed, and the struggle continues.

"Stop fighting! I'm stuck in the middle and it's really uncomfortable."

Shirou Hashiba sighed deeply. He had never imagined that he, who had been single for twenty-eight years, would encounter such a chaotic situation.

So, how exactly did Kitahara deal with the chaotic situation?

It seems like they're trying to change the subject or create a third-party enemy.

However, what's fighting for me isn't a person, but two different timelines, so none of those methods work.

"Oh God... please let me go."

"I've lived this long and this is the first time I've encountered something like this. Am I really that popular? Why wasn't I this popular in my younger days?"

Shirou Hashiba glanced at the Shirous watching the spectacle around him and smiled helplessly.

"Can someone take a picture for me? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so let's take a picture to remember it."

"Which phone should I use? One from ten years ago, or one from now? I personally recommend a current phone, since it has a higher camera resolution."

As he spoke, Kitahara Shiro picked up his phone and tried taking a picture.

"I want both. What if I get reborn later? My current phone will disappear, and then all the photos will be wasted."

"After all this, are you sure you can be reborn?"

"Of course, that's precisely why it's more likely to be reborn."

"What makes you say that? The two worlds are ten years apart. If the worlds are truly conscious, the one in the current era should be stronger."

"This isn't a video game where whoever spends more time is better."

Chapter 438 The Omniscient and Omnipotent Owner of the Yorozuya

Chapter 438, Section 439: The Omniscient and Omnipotent Yorozuya Owner

After more than an hour of fighting for Shirou Hashiba, the timeline from ten years ago emerged victorious, allowing him to be reborn.

Looking at everything in the room, I felt utterly exhausted.

"This is so hard for me! Who forces someone to be reborn?"

The door to the room suddenly opened, and Hashiba Miyoko, the younger sister from ten years ago, walked in wearing a middle school uniform.

"Brother, haven't you decided yet? Which university do you want to go to?"

"Whoa...! Your bed and floor are all cut in half, like they were sawed apart."

"Eh... this is the aftermath of a chaotic situation. Don't worry, I'll get someone to deal with it later."

Shirou Hashiba looked at his sister with a sense of nostalgia. In the past ten years, he had been busy with work and rarely contacted his family.

Even during holidays, they rarely go back to their hometown.

After all, the Yorozuya job is a profession that requires working 365 days a year without rest.

What do you think about me skipping university and starting work right away?

"That would be such a waste! My brother finally got into university, but he's not going. What about all those who didn't get in?"

"That's true, haha... So, do you have any recommendations?"

"This is my brother's business, it's not appropriate for me to make the decision. If you still can't figure it out, I can give you the words the teacher gave me again."

"Oh...? Tell me about it."

"If you don't know how to decide, then think carefully about why you applied to art school in the first place?"

I can't remember, or rather, I can't bring myself to think about it.

After all, ten years ago at this time, he had only recently transmigrated.

The university entrance exam was taken by the predecessor and has nothing to do with me.

Looking back now, I think that one of the reasons I decided to go to university was to escape my family.

As a time traveler, it is really hard to accept the kindness of strangers, and it is also hard to accept the original owner's family as one's own.

The way you look at strangers is completely different from the way you look at family members.

In his previous life, things were a little better. He and Kirei Kotomine were nominally father and son, but he wasn't the kind of person who would take his adopted son very seriously. In reality, they were more like roommates living under the same roof.

Because he had lived with Kirei Kotomine for so long, he had become accustomed to that distant father-son relationship and found it difficult to accept a normal family relationship.

However, now that I think about it, perhaps I didn't actually transmigrate and possess someone else's body, but rather that I regained my memories too late after reincarnation.

If we're talking about evidence, it lies in the name Shirou.

This name wasn't something I changed after transmigrating; it was the name the original owner had been called since birth.

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

The current issue to consider is which university to attend.

Ordinary university, or art university?

Shiro Hashiba picked up both notices with both hands at the same time and looked at them over and over again.

Ten years ago, I went to an ordinary university, and then wasted four years due to the atmosphere at the school.

Although I did learn something, I didn't use any of the professional knowledge I did learn. After graduation, I opened a general store.

So, the first thing to determine is what kind of job you plan to do in the future?

Or should I choose the Yorozuya (Odd Jobs Shop)? Or perhaps, a different profession?

Of course, since we're not short of money now, there's no need to specifically choose those lucrative careers.

About two minutes later, Shirou Hashiba sighed softly and said with a smile:

"As expected, I still want to open the Yorozuya."

Initially, I chose this profession simply because it had low barriers to entry, required little capital, and offered complete control over my time.

However, after doing it for a while, I actually came to enjoy running the Yorozuya.