Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Just as Hiratsuka Shizuka unleashed a powerful attack, the red dragon trembled as it rose from the earth.

Its ten crowns were shattered, its magic was so chaotic that it couldn't even control its head, and its body was pierced through; it was almost completely destroyed. But at this moment, it had become a beast fighting to the death, with no time for thought.

A surge of violent magic erupted with a dragon's roar, and the near-self-destructive attack aimed to indiscriminately destroy everything in its path—including itself.

But the self-destruction was stopped.

Abigail had been preparing for a long time and had already changed back to her original spirit origin, which was that of the Outer God's priestess.

“Ygnaiih……ygnaiih……thflthkh'ngha (My Father God, please save me)”

Time and space seemed to freeze.

"I hold the key of silver in my hand. It appears from nothingness; touch it with your fingertips, my Father God."

A great being descended, its breath emanating from it, and once again, the world was turned upside down. The Demon Cave was plunged into a world of darkness, with only a faint glow provided by the purple mist. And within the purple miasma, specks of light resembling fireflies would occasionally appear, but upon closer inspection, only the infinite cosmic reflection within the light clusters themselves could be seen.

If one could penetrate the endless purple mist, one could see that the ground had been transformed into a mirror reflecting the Milky Way.

Then, the light was brought in.

Behind Abigail, in the deep and indescribable darkness, whispers murmured, and then the portal opened.

From the key-like portal, ultimate white light leaked out, and the progressively increasing radiance gradually weakened the accumulation of magical power.

Even those watching from the sidelines—Fujimaru Ritsuka, Hiratsuka Shizuka, and Yukino Yukinoshita—could hear the distorted prayers contained within the white light.

It praises the infinite existence and the self-composed thing, the one to which all things are unified, the ruler of countless spacetime continuums, the ultimate source that holds all mysteries, Yog-Sothoth.

(How come it even comes with a built-in sanity check? That's not scientific.) Fujimaru Ritsuka pulled the two away immediately, trying her best to resist the erosion of the light.

The red dragon was even more troublesome; its eyes were vacant, and its nascent spirit seemed to have been completely dominated, but Abigail did not stop at all.

"I will take the form of your mortal body, which resides within your essence. Cross the slumber of the rose, and reach the Gate of Despair! Qliphoth Rhizome, the ethereal tree overflowing with light!"

Then, in the keyhole on Abigail's forehead, which was completely filled with darkness, the purple eyes opened once more. With the arrival of the power of the Unspeakable, all reality vanished, and the dream transformed its existence in space and time, becoming the tendrils of truth.

Amidst the radiance, countless tentacles swarmed in, then coiled around the red dragon, continuously tearing through its flesh and reaching the core of its magic.

Fujimaru Ritsuka squinted. He could even sense an even more indescribable power within those unspeakable tentacles, but he didn't continue to recklessly probe and chose to lower his head.

Amidst a tearing sound like flesh being gnawed at, they all felt the core of the magic being completely extinguished. The world was spinning back to its original state, leaving only Abigail, holding her teddy bear, standing there dumbfounded.

Beneath the ground, reflecting the universe, Abigail's eyes revealed an indifferent, inorganic gaze, filled with the transcendent radiance of someone who could analyze everything.

Then she collapsed to her seat, and the world finally returned to its original state.

"Success! The Red Dragon's magic core has been completely extinguished!" Cheers rang out from the team members behind them during the telepathic communication.

"How is Abigail?!" Fujimaru Ritsuka rushed over and helped Abigail up.

She lay weakly in Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms, rubbing her chubby cheeks against his chest: "I did it, Captain. Hehehe, I defeated that red dragon. Aren't I amazing?"

"Yeah, my good girl is so strong. I'll make you some pancakes when we get back."

"I want to eat more..."

"Ah, any amount is fine. Besides pancakes, we also have pudding, cake..."

"Hmm, that's good... Well then, Commander, I'm going to sleep now, although this sleep might be a bit long." Abigail closed her eyes.

"!!!"

Yukino and Hiratsuka Shizuka, who had rushed over, covered their mouths in disbelief.

Fujimaru Ritsuka said to them with a strange expression, "She's just asleep. The little one hasn't exercised in a long time, and activating her Noble Phantasm once is a bit tiring and has consumed a lot of her magic power."

"So that's how it is?" Yukino and Hirazuka Shizuka carefully observed Fujimaru Ritsuka and Abi's condition before letting out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, nothing serious happened, but Fujimaru was so devastated that he suffered a mental breakdown.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, seeing their expressions, understood what they were thinking and glanced at them disdainfully: "Stop thinking nonsense. Let's focus on preparing for the next match."

"Next round? What are you talking about, Fujimaru? Didn't we already defeat the Great Red Dragon and even destroy the magic core in the center of the Red Dragon?" Lisa snatched the item from Shiyu's hand and asked in a very strange way.

She began to see clearly that Abigail's attack had shattered the human-like magical core within the red dragon's body.

"Because, even if that guy is dreaming, this red dragon's intelligence shouldn't be that bad. It's just Tachie's old wisdom... no, it's more likely that it's Tachie imitating him."

"You agree, Your Majesty Artoria Pendragon."

In revealing the truth, [truth], like breaking the spell of [lies], dispelled the fog that had been suppressing and distorting everyone's consciousness.

In the opposite position of the red dragon, far from all attacks, but also close to the dragon's heart, a tall chair appeared.

Its color is half black and half white.

The white side is engraved with countless deeds: the twelve wars, defeating the white dragon, resisting invaders, and ruling Britain as a perfect king, finally ending with a pillar of light standing in the holy city.

The black side has similar stories, but the kings there are more cold-blooded and brutal, ravaging their enemies like tyrants and ruling their people with indifference and rationality. In the end, the tyrant transforms into the King of the Wild Hunt, who rides the storm and endlessly roams across Eurasia.

The king, wearing a goddess's crown, rested his chin on his hand, leaned lazily against the armrest of his throne, and slowly opened his eyes.

!

In that instant, the white light once again illuminated the entire cave.

Even during the red dragon's furious roars, they could occasionally hear faint sounds from afar, telling them that there were still species on these three levels unwilling to leave.

But at this moment, they began to suspect that only a few people remained on this floor.

Everything fell into complete silence, and then the sound of the wind began.

The king, who was in a high position, slowly stood up.

Her stunning beauty captivated everyone, as if bestowed by the Creator—no, she herself was a goddess.

The divine nature overwhelmingly surpasses the human aspect.

The faint white light and black lightning emanating from her emerald eyes indicated that she was no ordinary person.

Her presence permeated all directions, omnipresent, as deep as a prison, as majestic as a mountain.

Everyone could only desperately hold on under that overwhelming force, forcing their knees not to completely buckle.

Seemingly intrigued, the king gently opened his mouth: "Son of man, why do you recite my name?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka forced a smile and said with difficulty, "My master's sister-in-law asked me to pass on a message to you."

"Do you want her to wake up, or do you want me to beat her up before she wakes up?"

143, the crutch is the boss.

To Fujimaru Ritsuka's surprise, the goddess with the laurel wreath ignored his riddle-like provocation and instead spoke slowly in a cool voice: "Ah? There is actually someone who can subdue Morgan, this witch? Hmm... well, she is also a powerful ruler with a very beautiful appearance. I'm really curious what kind of great hero could stand her."

Speechless, the words of the goddess before him were somewhat beyond his expectations. He looked at her with a hint of doubt and uncertainty, his previously certain guess now uncertain.

Her demeanor and tone were completely unlike those of Artoria, who had once been human. Yet, instead of being angered by my provocation, she seemed interested in this mundane gossip? Was she really the goddess Rungomminiad?

When Fujimaru Ritsuka saw her throne and condition, she had a guess: the ever-victorious Artoria Pendragon from the other side had a point of divergence when choosing a weapon. Assuming she picked up the Holy Lance, besides her physical development and becoming a nicebody's player, she would also be continuously corrupted by the Holy Lance Rungomminiad.

If, after being corrupted, the concept of the Wild Hunt King who controls the storm is introduced, she will transform into a black tyrant.

If she hadn't cared about the Holy Lance's corruption, she would have become a perfect monarch ruling Britain until her death at Camlann Hill. This was the end of her reign over the Holy Lance, which lasted less than ten years.

However, if the Holy Lance and Holy Sword are not returned in time, she, who cannot die, will be corrupted by the Holy Lance while wandering, and both her consciousness structure and spiritual structure will be completely distorted and sublimated into a divine state, that is, a god who is rational to the point of being mechanical, the goddess Rungomminiad.

However, the goddess saw through his confusion at a glance, rested the holy spear on the ground, and her azure eyes remained unmoved: "What? It's just a little pre-battle greeting, is there anything to worry about?"

“...How could that be?” Fujimaru Ritsuka didn’t try to wipe the sweat dripping down his face. Instead, he straightened up and laughed heartily. He had figured it out. “Goddess Rungomminiad, I didn’t expect you to care about this kind of topic. It seems the power of the Wild Hunt King is not as weak as I thought.”

The goddess fell silent, then nonchalantly stepped into the trap set by Fujimaru Ritsuka's conversation, readily admitting, "As expected, although we've never met, you seem quite familiar with me... After all, Odin was the King of the Wild Hunt, so the concept of that rank certainly amplifies things. Even now, I continue to be impacted by the human element... But what does that have to do with you?"

"what?"

The goddess's gaze was indifferent. Rather than trying to demoralize the humans before her with blunt words, she spoke her mind directly: "Look at the people behind you. Even now, they still can't stand up straight. What gave you the courage to come here and face me?"

"Of course it's... the unwillingness to be manipulated like this!" Hiratsuka Shizuka bulged her veins, slammed her iron staff down hard, the ground cracked, and she straightened up using the recoil and her spirit, filled with rage.

She said, "King Arthur or the goddess! I just want to ask you—why is it that the figure in the red dragon is exactly like you, yet you are still in a conscious state?"

"Didn't you already guess?" Goddess Rungomminiad said with ease. "Since you defeated Lord Galahad, you must understand. The ritual he performed was what I wanted to do. Driven by his own will and the world's consciousness, he simply completed the incomplete ritual."

"Do you want the red dragon to run rampant, and then you, as a goddess, subdue it, emulating the Messiah? How ridiculous! The one who caused this disaster wants to become a god worshipped by people?" Hiratsuka Shizuka was no longer agitated; she simply looked at the goddess before her with resolute eyes.

But Lenghominiad was puzzled:

"Do you think I caused the red dragon to be born? No, you've misunderstood. It was you humans who caused the seven-headed, ten-crowned beast to be conceived in the void."

"Greed, hatred, shortsightedness, prejudice... Even in different worlds, I can still see your many ugly deeds in the world consciousness. You start wars with fabricated excuses to fight for resources, cover up your mistakes to save money, provoke conflicts between races and genders for profit, and abandon the exploration of the stars for short-term gains... Even if there are some shining and striving groups, most of the time you are staging a drama of self-destruction on this planet."

"How could so many factors leading to the destruction of the future not give birth to a beast that judges its kind?"

Rungominiad spoke in a calm tone about his view of the current state of humanity, leaving those present feeling as if they could not refute him.

“No, you’re wrong.” Yukino propped herself up, her eyes filled with contempt. “You put yourself in the position of judge and then tell everyone we’re wrong with empty words. And what about you? Do you have anything that can save us [useless] humans?”

She emphasized the word "utterly worthless," which ironically made it sound even more sarcastic.

Rungomminiad nodded instead: "That's right. I will save you—let the red dragon descend, and the population cleansing will be just a side thing. More importantly, when I appear and subdue it, I will make everyone in the world aware of me, shake the heavens and the earth in the war of salvation, erect the Tower of the End in this world, reverse the age of gods, and completely replace common sense with the laws of fantasy."

She opened her arms and looked at everyone with a cold but subtly loving gaze: "This is the way to save us; there is no other way to resist a catastrophic future."

Rungomminiad extended his hand, his expression sincere: "Come and help me, all of you. When the world returns to the Age of Gods, whether you possess Spirit Origins or others who have acquired extraordinary powers, you will all benefit greatly from the world's transformation. Power surpassing that of Heroic Spirits and immortality will be within your grasp!"

Moreover, by reducing the scale of civilization and strengthening the power of disordered individuals, they will be able to fight against the future disaster that will vie for the [seat].

Lengominiad thought silently, she could feel the heartbeats of many people present quickening slightly, which filled her with anticipation.

"Then you will become a living god who rules the world, and we will be your assistants?"

“That’s right, young man.” Rungominiad smiled.

This should be a sure thing, right? According to common sense, this is the ideal job seeker confirming salary and benefits with their boss before applying for a job, right?

“However, I refuse.” Fujimaru Ritsuka stopped cosplaying and looked seriously at the goddess before her, answering firmly despite her overwhelming divine power, “While your talk of a catastrophic future bothers me, and your claim of wielding the Holy Lance and vowing to return the world to the Age of Gods is also questionable, even if everything you say is true, I must tell you. Rungomminiad, the age of gods and men has passed!”

"When faced with terrible floods, we worked together to dredge and build dams; when faced with food shortages, we cultivated the land with care and bred superior varieties; when faced with a once-in-a-decade plague, we went one after another to fight the virus in laboratories and at the front lines of the epidemic... We fought against the heavens and the earth, no longer expecting a great being like a mechanical deity to bestow blessings."