Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Standing before the gate, Fei Lei Huo felt the piercing gazes of the mansion's higher-ups, and his heart skipped a beat, but he quickly relaxed. He still remembered the Jealous Lord's evaluation of his upgraded abilities:

"It's less of a disguise and more of a replacement of existence. It's a powerful ability that can even deceive the world for a short time. Not only can it make others transform into other forms, but when used on yourself, it can also grant you the original abilities of the person you're impersonating. It's truly terrifying."

That's true. The only problem is that it doesn't have the original owner's memories, so even its abilities can only be activated instinctively. However, when combined with its partner's abilities, it works perfectly. Apart from the annoying fact that it has to drink its partner's blood to gain memories, there are no other drawbacks.

The combination of substitution and memory theft is practically a complete recreation of those two! The only slight flaw is that the partner doesn't possess the ability to read, but that's not something Chaldea could see through.

He was absolutely certain. Even as time went on, perhaps only those at the highest levels would notice his abnormality. So what if he was an Awakened One? So what if he had special eyes? Wouldn't he still be completely fooled by him?

Flying Thunder Fire unconsciously smiled as he watched the gate slowly open, revealing three people standing at the entrance, which brightened his eyes.

Handsome men and beautiful women couldn't move him at all, but the lewd old man in front of him was the target of his dreams!

He rushed over to Fujimaru Ritsuka in a flurry of steps: "I presume Mr. Fujimaru is aware of our purpose? I wonder if you agree to our proposal?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka narrowed her golden eyes and looked at him, while Flying Fire met his scrutiny without flinching.

It seems like there's nothing wrong with it? But something just feels off.

Originally planning to depart with Ito Reita to cooperate with the Special Affairs Bureau's operation, Fujimaru Ritsuka decided to delay a little.

He smiled and said, "In principle, we will do our best to cooperate with your actions..."

"That's great, let's set off right away!"

Is this guy trying to make it a fait accompli, or is he simply deaf to my low-level political maneuvering? Fujimaru Ritsuka sensed something was amiss and quickly added:

"...However, there are some disagreements between our second-in-command and me regarding organizational coordination. Therefore, I would like to invite your team to the meeting room for a brief discussion."

"Are you trying to openly defy the Special Affairs Bureau?" The reader took a step forward, annoyed and aggressive.

"Do you two have an official letter from the Special Affairs Bureau? Did you contact us beforehand? Even if you do have an official letter, we still need to contact headquarters to confirm it. Otherwise, if you two are cult members impersonating a Special Affairs Bureau team, wouldn't we be in big trouble?" Fujimaru Ritsuka spread her hands shamelessly, her tone implying something.

"you--"

Flying Thunderfire stopped the reader from continuing to speak and calmly said, "Please understand. As a superhuman with a penetrating mind-based technique, the reader sometimes acts impulsively. You're right, let's go inside and talk in detail."

Once I get the bride, you're all dead.

Fei Lei Huo began to consider how many men he would need to take down this mansion.

"As expected of the squad leader, you're very sensible. Well then, please come in." Fujimaru Ritsuka and the other two led the way, while he secretly communicated with Artoria using their communication devices:

[So, how are you feeling?]

[There's a strange feeling, but I can't quite put my finger on it.]

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't respond. He pulled Artoria over, wanting to get her help.

Because the other party was once possessed by the Holy Lance and was given a different identity by the world, he theoretically possesses a powerful status and has the potential to approach that of a god.

As for deities, although there are quite a few incredibly weak characters in Type-Moon, their essence is still superior to that of ordinary people or even demigods. If there's something truly wrong with the other party that you can't see, theoretically they're using power from a higher level, so use power of the same level to investigate.

So he's now pretty sure that there's something strange about this group of people.

Should we take action?

Fujimaru Ritsuka channeled her inner actor, adopting the meticulous face of a politician, and chatted idly with Tobirai—although the content of their conversation was entirely supported remotely by Haruno.

Flying Thunderfire was extremely impatient, but he still patiently negotiated with him. Now it seemed that this guy named Fujimaru was just unwilling to part with his profits. No problem, I'll write any empty promises I want; you can always go to the Special Affairs Bureau to cash them later!

Even after the 12 people on his side sat down, he tirelessly emphasized the benefits he would give to the other party, but he was still completely overwhelmed by his Tai Chi-like maneuvers.

He was starting to regret it. If they were still at the mansion gate, he even considered pulling everyone in his team to launch a surprise attack.

But considering the other party's great achievements, I decided to let it go.

I've forgiven you, you know?

Anyway, he had already given a death order: if they could not obtain the sacrifice in two hours, then a total of 3000 inferior Dead Apostles, accounting for half of the combat power, would attack in droves.

After thinking about all this, Flying Thunder Fire finally calmed down a bit and restrained himself to engage in a verbal exchange with Fujimaru Ritsuka.

But at that moment, he saw Fujimaru Ritsuka looking at him thoughtfully and nodding: "I see..."

(Oh no?! Move—)

Flying Thunderfire, who was on edge, didn't have time to launch an attack.

There wasn't a single part of my body that I could muster any energy for.

Fujimaru Ritsuka calmly threw down the ceramic water glass in front of her: "Guards! Where are the five hundred axemen?"

Fei Lei Huo watched as the pristine white ceramic cup rolled lightly across the thick carpet, feeling utterly absurd, yet he couldn't even close his eyes.

At that moment, a voice rang out from a corner of the conference room:

"Do you think our mansion's secret room is some kind of alternate dimension screen from the Three Kingdoms period?"

170, a dead disciple close to the True Ancestor?

All the members who remained in the mansion rushed out and used thick hemp ropes to bind Fei Lei Huo and the other 12 people in a tortoise-shell style.

Of course, this kind of rough work was handled by the execution team, including Sasagawa Yagokoro, while Yukino Yukinoshita and the other awakened ones just stood aside, cautiously guarding against the possibility of the other party breaking free.

Flying Thunderbolt only had the strength to move his mouth. He tried to speak in a weak voice: "Fujimaru, what exactly do you want to do? Attacking the Special Affairs Bureau, are you really planning a rebellion?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled meaningfully: "How can doing this to a bunch of dead people be considered a rebellion?"

The imposters: "!"

Flying Thunderfire was like a giant tortoise with a rock on its back, struggling desperately: "What are you saying!"

"Heh heh? The causal threads on your body are starting to break off one by one, you're obviously almost dead, so why are you still pretending?"

Flying Thunderfire and the Reader finally fell silent.

Indeed, they all actually used a kind of existence substitution ability, each of them replacing the existence they killed. Even if anyone were to investigate, they would not be able to penetrate the outer shell of existence and discover their true forms.

However, no ability in this world is invincible. Even for them, the replacement of an existence has a time limit. As far as they know, it can only last for two to three days at most before they can no longer use the replaced existence. In the past, they did not know where this limitation came from, but now they understand—once the cause and effect are exhausted, the existence naturally disappears from this world.

"I never expected your eyes to be so extraordinary, not just ordinary demonic eyes." The man, disguised as the woman in the Reader's body, spoke in a cold, feminine voice. "And your trap is just as astonishing; even we didn't realize it. It must have taken a lot of your effort."

"No, it's just some small safeguards put in place by two magicians who are doing research. Hostility detection spell, target anchoring spell, binding spell specifically for otherworldly beings, weakness spell, silent concealment spell, magic fluctuation suppression spell, binding and anesthetizing spell for otherworldly spirits, and a spell specifically for Dead Apostles that I hastily made this morning..." Fujimaru Ritsuka counted on her fingers, as if she were counting the clouds of the day, nothing special.

Brother, you have so many techniques, why don't you go fight professional bosses instead of bullying honest people here?

The prisoners only wanted to deliver a powerful blow to this shameless scoundrel who had carefully stacked dozens of debuffs, but the situation was beyond their control, and they had no choice but to abandon their illusions.

"Mr. Fujimaru, as the saying goes, 'no fight, no friendship.' I personally believe there's no need to fight to the death over such a small misunderstanding. For example, if you hand over that lewd middle-aged man to us, we'll definitely offer you a great gift."

Everyone was carefully tied up and hung up by Sasagawa Yagokoro and his men, and several protective amulets were also attached to them, making the humiliation almost as if pork had been stamped with a quarantine pass.

Looking at the group of delicious leeks who had fallen into her trap, Fujimaru Ritsuka scoffed: "You guys are so bad, you fall down with a single blow, what ability do you have to bargain with me?"

"Naturally, it's because we have what you desire." Although Fei Lei Huo was practically a perfect boy in the movie, he remained calm and composed, saying, "In this world, everyone has something they want to obtain."

"For those who yearn for longevity, we can offer the opportunity to live forever."

"For those who crave power, we can transform the abilities you possess."

"Those who crave wealth, the forces we control possess more than enough gold and silver treasures."

"For those who crave companionship, we can offer any kind of play imaginable."

"For those who yearn for resurrection, we can awaken your beloved departed souls from the underworld."

Flying Thunderfire and his partner worked in perfect harmony, and if you didn't see them hanging up like that, you might mistake them for preaching in a church.

Unfortunately, the seemingly tempting conditions failed to elicit the slightest reaction from anyone, and Fujimaru Ritsuka even scoffed at them:

"No way, you bunch of vampire scum dare to make such bold claims? It's laughable. Is your boss some kind of god?"

Flying Thunderfire nodded calmly: "Of course. Since you mentioned the Dead Apostles, you must know what kind of monstrous racial characteristics we transform into."

"We fear the sunlight, we fear flowing water, our weaknesses are very similar to those in legends. But in reality, we now walk freely in the sunlight, without any taboos."

Fujimaru Ritsuka scanned them up and down, a hint of interest creeping in: "Indeed. Is it your technique that can replace cause and effect? ​​No, that's not right either. The replacement doesn't mean your very essence will be altered."

"That's because we've received a blessing. Great beings have given us power, allowing us to transcend our weaknesses. We are already perfect, ultimate beings."

That makes some sense, but it's still nonsense.

Fujimaru Ritsuka tilted his head. He suddenly remembered that high-ranking Dead Apostles actually had countermeasures against sunlight, so they wouldn't die from it like new or weak Dead Apostles, but they were still weakened. Being completely unafraid of sunlight seemed to be a trait only True Ancestors possessed.

but...

"Claiming to be a perfect being? That's utter nonsense... Artoria, give him a shot."

Flying Thunderfire's lips curled slightly, showing utter disdain.

What gun could possibly be able to counter the power of my god?

Even the magic against spirits, which had been deciphered and transformed by humans, was powerless against him. He had seen some damaged fragments, and it was said that even a certain Protector of the Nation, the legendary Count Dracula, was subdued by the baptismal chant. Yet he himself was fearless; not a True Ancestor, but infinitely close to one!

So he watched with almost imperceptible indifference as the beautiful, stunningly beautiful blonde woman approached. Hmm, that smells delicious. At any other time, he'd really like to savor this wonderful blood; it must taste like strawberries, right? Hehehe... Wait a minute?!

His eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets. The woman before him, called Artoria, had drawn a magnificent light gun.

Just by getting close, he felt his blood boiling, almost as if it were about to burst out of his veins.

"You, you don't come any closer!!"

He struggled fiercely, causing the fixed shackles to clang loudly.

Artoria didn't stop moving. She pointed the light gun in her hand at her opponent and then pierced his forearm.

And so, everyone witnessed a small anomaly.

The moment the light spear pierced the skin, it seemed to encounter some obstacle, with a dim red magic coiling around it. As if enraged, two of the thirteen bonds surrounding the light spear spontaneously unlocked, easily shattering the obstacle and piercing through its opponent.

"Well, it's actually pretty tough..." Artoria's words were interrupted before she could finish.

The other party let out a howl like a wild beast: "Aaaaaah! My arm! My strength!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka straightened up and understood why the other person was in so much pain.

In the instant the light spear shattered the power, he saw the arm spontaneously severed by Flying Thunderfire using magic, then dispersed into spirit particles, completely returning to the world.

"What a pleasant surprise..." Fujimaru Ritsuka's expression showed no sign of happiness.

It seems the opponent has even erased the concept of an arm; even a Dead Apostle with powerful regenerative abilities cannot regrow a second arm. But that's not the key point.

The reason he had Artoria attack with the Holy Lance was entirely because he believed the opponent's true nature was still that of a Dead Apostle. Even with the blessing, she might be able to slightly resist the church magic of baptismal chanting, which was specialized against vampires, but she couldn't possibly withstand the light of the Holy Lance.