Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

She saw Yang Nai's unique soul "fall" into the sky. The ingredients of the potion, which seemed to be related to the materialization of the third method of soul, gave her a different kind of radiance and allowed her to fully experience the process of entering a place that no living person could enter.

(Was it a lucky coincidence, a reward for the first time, or an effect that could be achieved anytime? It seems we can't sell the first bottle of potion so quickly. Let's discuss it first, and then conduct a few more trials. If there are no problems, we'll get a set for that idiot father later.)

The idiot, father-obsessed Hitagi Senjougahara chewed on her nails, resentfully plotting her next move.

She overheard a conversation nearby and quietly moved closer.

"...Mr. Fujimaru, I wonder what the purpose of these rituals is..."

"...It's just an experiment..."

Only after subtly greeting the other board members did she realize what the people inside were discussing.

The gist of it is that the other party is somewhat suspicious that Fujimaru Ritsuka might be concealing information about taking the medicine, and they wonder if they should follow the same procedure when they take it back later.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a little numb.

After Yang Nai's performance, they confirmed the potion's effectiveness. As for side effects? These seasoned veterans knew how to read faces and probe vitality, and not only did they find no problems, they also discovered that the other party seemed to have a vague increase in both physical strength and future lifespan.

Now everyone's demanding the potion back—whatever, if you get the potion back, a huge amount of knowledge and wealth will be exchanged for money. But what's with the ritual?

I can't exactly tell you that 90% of this ritual is a lie... but it doesn't really matter, right?

Fujimaru Ritsuka cleared her throat, just about to speak, when she was interrupted by Haruno's gloomy expression.

He glanced at her and saw that she was holding a mirror in her hands.

Oh no, those two great magicians who got their hands on the data probably already gave themselves away.

Look at Yang Nai's forced smile...

Giving Fujimaru Ritsuka a knowing look that she'd settle the score with him later, Haruno quickly ran multiple parallel thought processes before speaking sweetly and gracefully: "I'm sure you've all noticed how effective the arrangements I personally experienced as a Superhuman were, right?"

Next, a bunch of sales pitches are thrown at you, such as "personalized customization," "premium service," "superior upgrade," "privacy service," and so on.

Everyone here is a charlatan, but they don't have much exposure to modern marketing strategies. Naturally, they couldn't resist Yukinoshita Haruno's new approaches and agreed to various sales packages in a daze.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was listening nearby, almost exclaimed in disbelief. If you calculate based on the cost of setting up the booth or even the appearance fee, a set could yield a net profit of at least 200%.

Therefore, Fujimaru Ritsuka readily condoned Yukinoshita Haruno's deceptive behavior—or rather, it was increasing the other party's trust level.

He turned around and ran to a corner to squat down and talk to Lisa.

After knocking on the mirror several times, a slow response finally came from the other side:

"Cough cough... Haruno, since we're both injured, go and cause trouble for Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"What did you say, Lisa-sensei!" Fujimaru Ritsuka said quietly.

"—"

The person on the other end seemed to choke, and after a long while, muttered in a low voice, "Damn it, it's all because of the backlash, I can't even react properly."

"Hey, boss...you didn't hear that, did you?"

"I listened to the whole thing."

"Boss, you'd never guess what amazing progress we've just made!"

The topic shift was abrupt. If I don't find anything good, I'll give you all a good dressing down when I get back.

"Oh, what is it? Something so serious that it makes me forgive being sold out."

"While you were busy with the arrangements, we found Senjougahara Hitagi to collaborate with."

"Um???"

"The Divine Treasure: Water, Heaven, Sun, Amaterasu, and Yata no Kagami is indeed a superior artifact, suspected to be the Yata no Kagami, the divine body of Amaterasu Omikami. Through mystical arrangements, connected by similar mirrors, we were able to witness the entire process with the help of this mirror connected to the underworld. Although, to be honest, it seems we were retaliated against for glimpsing something strange, we have at least come to understand part of the truth about this world."

"I was once very curious about what kind of foundation could support the world's diverse capabilities without them conflicting or depleting each other. It turns out that it's the world's internal circulation that plays a role."

"Explain it clearly." Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't understand.

Ms. Lisa explained it to him in detail.

Putting aside the mechanics of the Type-Moon universe, the people in this world are able to use both magic theories from the Type-Moon universe and their own local theories, and adapt them perfectly, entirely because this world has a near-perfect foundation.

Due to some unknown influence (Lisa vaguely mentioned the past), the world was endowed with spirituality by some factor, and the consciousness of all life forms was condensed together, similar to the merging of Gaia and Alaya in the lunar world, but more chaotic and less driven by self-interest, like a chaotic mass of planetary souls.

Extraordinary materials are like portals connecting to the soul of a planet. When fused with human, biological, or even abstract cultural memes, they can elevate the soul, granting it the qualification to become part of the planet's soul. Magic is the aftershock of the planet's soul opening its portal, a spillover effect resulting from the fusion of a powerful soul and a powerful body, which in turn promotes the growth of both.

Their potions are different from those that grant supernatural abilities by obtaining a key. They grant ordinary people the right to directly access the soul of a planet through a condensed substance that is closer in quality to the soul of the planet. In turn, they condense magic power to gain supernatural abilities.

In a sense, it's suspicious of hacking, but the Soul of the Planet doesn't care about the difference. The question is whether one can directly access the Soul of the Planet or simply leave a registration number on the periphery and leave—that's another matter entirely.

This time, Yang was fortunate enough to come into contact with the true form, and allowed the mad magicians to glimpse some of its secrets.

"...So, in this way, we also have some solutions for utilizing blank spirit origins and how to remove the influence of the True Ancestor's bloodline's will. Fight fire with fire, then... anyway, the planet's soul has been corrupted..."

Snapped.

Lisa quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

Oh no, I got too excited and accidentally blurted out a truth that's not easy to say.

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her temples: "So, the blood of the true ancestor of Hakuhime contains a will similar to that of the planet's soul, or rather, Hakuhime's current state is similar to that of the planet's soul, right?"

"That's about right... That's why the Soul of the Planet was able to absorb the will of the True Ancestor's blood. The Soul of the Planet is large and complex enough that it can absorb this tiny bit of something, just like gravity."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up, filled with sorrow—Oh, shameful thing, how pathetic you are! Look at your worthless descendants, they just want to use you as a garbage can.

"Shall we do it, boss?"

"Of course! If you're confident, go quickly, don't waste time. But first, heal your injuries."

"Okay, Boss Le." Ms. Lisa Lisa couldn't wait to hang up the communication, whether she was in a hurry to heal her wounds and conduct experiments, or she felt guilty for concealing information, or both.

But if the truth about the extraordinary has been largely revealed, then what about us awakened ones?

In particular, how does one obtain a spirit origin?

Regarding what Ms. Lisa Lisa just said, the Spirit Origin is almost at the level of the Planetary Soul.

I have a feeling... the level of this planet's soul is a bit low. Even if they are similar in quality, the difference in scale is huge, which is still a bit underwhelming.

I have a feeling that Ms. Lisa Lisa is implying that the Spirit Origin is not something born from the Soul of the Planet.

Fujimaru Ritsuka let out a breath, feeling a little awkward: Could it be that the Spirit Origin really is something foreign?

Moreover, this foreign object is so similar to something I knew from my previous life; it can't be a coincidence.

The truth and clues vaguely point to one place.

→Fujimaru Ritsuka

He silently touched his face, somewhat surprised and uncertain: Is this burden too heavy for me to bear?

"What are you thinking about? You've been squatting on the ground for ages and can't straighten up. Could it be that your high school hormones are raging?"

Senjougahara Hitagi walked over with an air of nonchalance.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up and thought, "Hmm, although it's not a miniskirt so I can't see anything good, those black stockings are really black!"

"I'm a little scared. Will I risk my chastity if I become your creditor?"

"?" Fujimaru Ritsuka naturally looked away from the place she hadn't been looking at, looking completely bewildered. "No, I'm the one who owes you money."

“No, that’s not right. What you owe is Fushimi Inari Shrine. Legally, I’m not even a legal representative, so I won’t bear any legal responsibility. But in terms of personal relationships, I’m your creditor—thank you for the three bottles of medicine that Ms. Lisa Lisa promised.”

Lisa Lisa... there's another trap waiting for me here.

So, Fujimaru Ritsuka returned to the Chaldea group with a little tail following her, and, facing four pairs of scrutinizing eyes, forced herself to speak:

"Yo, I'm back! Let me introduce you to the representative shrine maiden of Fushimi Inari Shrine this year, Princess Senjougahara Hitagi."

"At the same time, they are also our Chaldea's creditors."

187. Bing Xixi, belonging to the extraordinary (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!)

"I can't go on..." Yang Nai's complexion was rosy, and he was panting heavily.

"You clearly still have energy left!" Fujimaru Ritsuka relentlessly thrust into the beautiful woman's vulnerable spots, showing no mercy.

"I'm going to die! Can't you even let me rest for a bit!" Yang Nai was finally overwhelmed by the outburst, collapsing into a puddle of mud on the ground, giving up on treatment. "Do whatever you want with me, I'm not moving!"

"Can't you move yourself?" Fujimaru Ritsuka was speechless and threw a dry towel at her. "Wipe it off, you've made the whole floor wet."

Senjougahara Hitagi hesitated, her face slightly flushed: "You guys have such weird fetishes that you make me sit here and watch you play?"

"Huh?" The two men who were chugging energy drinks turned to look at her. "Can you stop being so vulgar? You even made the sparring talk sound so obscene."

After mastering the extraordinary power, Yang Nai and the directors finished recommending the medicine package, and then she couldn't wait to drag Fujimaru Ritsuka to test and train her abilities.

The most important thing to master is indeed the force field constructed by magic. This is the key to enabling superhumans to be fearless of guns and cannons in modern society and to make up for the weaknesses of their mortal bodies.

Like a playful child who has just received a new toy, Haruno tirelessly demanded more and more from Fujimaru Ritsuka, arousing Fujimaru Ritsuka's sadistic tendencies, until in the end she herself begged for mercy.

"...I don't quite understand why you guys would put down your work and come to the training ground to train." Senjougahara Hitagi turned to look at the side. "Ultimately, are you Chaldea people from some kind of shonen manga, trained by some bodysuit pervert? You can't even spare this little bit of time to train."

Not far away, Yukino and Yui teamed up to fight Abigail, while Utaha sat obediently in place, copying down the knowledge about Onmyoji that she had in her mind. Even the Chaldea execution squads, under Sasagawa Yagokoro's arrangement, rotated shifts and training.

"You have to have some ability to protect yourself. Besides, we have our own sources, and we'd like to advise you that something big is about to happen. Otherwise, why do you think we rushed to the Spellcasting Association?"

After Yukinoshita finished drinking the energy drink to replenish her fluids, she sincerely advised Senjougahara Hitagi.

The latter fell into deep thought.

Although she witnessed a decent show unfold this time, it made her happy that those who had previously been swindlers and were now suspected of being incompetent were being criticized.

However, as Yang Nai said, ignoring the Special Affairs Bureau's opinion at this time and going all in to subdue the Spellcasting Association is not the most profitable thing to do.

Store up grain and delay declaring yourself king.

This wisdom is not limited to the wisdom of one country or one family, but is a consensus of many people.

Judging from Senjougahara Hitagi, although Chaldea does have powerful top-tier combat capabilities, it is still somewhat insufficient to confront and defeat the Special Affairs Bureau.

Even when facing the Jujutsu Association, assuming that most of the high-ranking members are not here now and launch a full-scale war after returning to their respective bases, Chaldea can only suffer mutual destruction.

However, the Spellcasting Association is not exactly able to handle the Special Affairs Bureau either. It is still slowly trying to infiltrate them, and the Special Affairs Bureau is not being polite in using the people sent by the Spellcasting Association.

Cooperation coupled with confrontation—this is the common pattern in modern times.

Chaldea's attempt to swallow an elephant whole... if they didn't possess something unheard of, their chances of success would be virtually zero.

But with such a magical thing, all it takes is time to accumulate it, recruit more members, make secret deals with other organizations, and secure your own military power. Standing at the top of this boring country is only a matter of time, and there's no need to take the risks we're facing now.