Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

At the same time, after the True Ancestor's blood was diluted and then interacted with the planet's soul through a ritual, not only would the person who came into contact with it not become a Dead Apostle, but the strange, violent will on Hakuhime's body would also be removed, causing the spirit origin fragments to tend to become complete.

And emotions and intelligent consciousness seem to be able to cause a reaction in the spirit origin, so does that mean...

“Of course, it’s live experiments. Actually, the idea that intelligent consciousness can make a spirit origin react is just our conjecture, and the interaction with emotions is still in the early stages of research. I think we should get to the main event!” Lisa’s eyes began to shine, as if she had seen some delicious food in front of her.

For these two great magicians, who are increasingly resembling mad scientists, the reason they refrain from conducting human experiments is simply because Fujimaru Ritsuka is not yet around, and to some extent, it's out of respect for the original owners of their experimental subjects.

But after spending so much time in the lab, their minds become somewhat dulled in areas outside of experiments, unlike Fujimaru Ritsuka.

He rubbed his temples, weighing the pros and cons of his next move: "Hmm... Lisa Lisa, we sent you some information about the Pyromancer's Association, but I don't know..."

"I didn't watch it at all!"

"Uh, do you know that the potion you created that allows non-adapted individuals to gain extraordinary abilities is a crucial factor in the success of this Gayal?"

Lisa and Beki exchanged a glance: "I told you he would definitely bring this up first, right?"

With his increasingly dark circles under his eyes, Bei Mudshou nodded and said, "Ah, we could have guessed that, after all, it's a groundbreaking thing. But in a sense, there's no need to worry. The amount we've been cutting off every day since we started researching on the 21st is enough to make nearly five hundred bottles of potion. After all, the amount of spirit core fragments in that potion is only one important catalyst."

"But it's also the foundation of everything, isn't it? Without this catalyst, is there a substitute?"

“Indeed, but what we are about to achieve will be something even more revolutionary and terrifying than this potion,” Kaiki Deishuu said, enunciating each word clearly: “A universal artificial spirit seed.”

The laboratory fell completely silent; everyone could almost hear each other's heartbeats and breathing.

Fujimaru Ritsuka did not immediately answer the two. He first sat cross-legged on the laboratory floor, resting his chin on his hand in thought, and then turned to ask Kishibe Rohan: "Is this one of the possible paths to survival that you think is possible?"

Rohan Kishibe stopped pretending to be dead. He used his strong waist to turn himself around from his back to face everyone: "You know, my prophetic abilities are definitely not as good as Merlin's. It's just based on my grasp and analysis of the current situation, as well as my innate intuition. But I think I have a chance."

"Really? Just a chance?"

"Because there's really no time left," Rohan Kishibe sighed sincerely. "If we could have a few more years, maybe... no, even a few more years is too idealistic."

"Then why won't you let me stop it?"

"Let him answer that question for you." Rohan Kishibe shook his head and then winked at Lisa.

"Hmph, you'd better watch your step from now on."

Under the scolding of a woman who spoke like an elder, but with a hint of a bossy older sister, Rohan Kishibe fell to the ground.

He took out the strange staff that was bound with the mass-produced holy sword and drew a circle in the air.

Like ripples of water converging in the air to form a mirror, what is reflected is not their own image, but a strange, gloomy face of a corporate slave.

"I'm so sorry to meet you for the first time."

“Nice to meet you, sir…” Fujimaru Ritsuka said with interest. “A round mirror that is clear and bright, able to see a thousand miles away, and even see ghosts and gods. This doesn’t seem to be the way Western magic works, and it’s quite different from the feeling here in Japan. It seems to be unique to a country that makes quite a fuss but pretends to be a master without saying a word.”

"Hmph, as expected of the savior remembered by many inheritors, Fujimaru Ritsuka." The unkempt middle-aged man looked him up and down, lit a cigarette, and said, "Ah, you haven't introduced yourself yet. Just call me by my nickname, Jia Kongming."

"I'm feeling a bit conflicted... You wouldn't happen to be called Weber, would you?"

"Ah, you mean the one that Lord Zhuge possessed before? No, not really. But I'm really envious... To be able to have even a few words with the Marquis of Wu would be an unparalleled honor." Jia Kongming flicked his cigarette ash, his envy and jealousy overflowing.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka sensed that it was all just an act.

It's just a tactic, like venting to a friend, using shared experiences to build rapport. But he doesn't seem to care much about it; he just does it casually.

"I get the feeling... you don't seem to care much?" Fujimaru Ritsuka brandished her knife, steer the conversation straight to the point.

"Ah...you have a good feeling, that's definitely right." Jia Kongming silently grinned, then changed the subject, "Actually...Kishibe Rohan and I have an unofficial working relationship, but in a way we're...uh, how should I put it, former overtime colleagues? So I'm leaking some information privately. We have internal discipline, but we still share some information with allies we can get along with."

Fujimaru Ritsuka understood immediately. Just like his hometown, there was a flexible way of doing things. On the surface, it wasn't official, but in private, information would still be leaked through so-called private channels.

Seeing that Fujimaru Ritsuka understood immediately, Jia Kongming nodded in satisfaction: "You are a quick learner. To put it simply, in metaphysics it is astronomy and calendar, and in science it is the calculation of interstellar positions. If it doesn't move this year, it will take decades to move. And decades later, that will be enough time for something to explode."

He patiently explained, "Due to a pact with an entity that cannot be spoken of, we cannot reveal who is performing this ritual. However, if we do not cooperate and simultaneously breach the defenses to preserve our own nations, then we will be forced to confront the ultimate boss, which has been developing for decades. So, what do you think?"

"Lord Jia Kongming, you've worked hard. Would you like some water or some support?" Although he still didn't know what their voyage plan was, it sounded like the big shots on the other side of the sea had worked hard. If he wasn't doing quite well here, he really wanted to go over.

"Ahem... Actually, if that's the intention... ah, if we're not just taking it for free, we can offer something of equal value here. I heard Professor Rohan Kishibe bragging about some amazing work your lab has produced, but he's too tight-lipped, I couldn't get any information out of him. How about we start an exchange?" Mr. Jia Kongming coughed slightly awkwardly.

Well, at first they acted so awesome, full of heroic sacrifice for the ball, but then they turned around and started asking for things from others. What if the other party was just being polite?

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked, sensing a slight surprise.

Well, I always felt that the other person had a pretty high-class vibe, so how did they suddenly become so awful? It must be that they caught the scent of Rohan Kishibe, damn it!

However, the deal must be made! After all, it's safe to assume that the other party is definitely not coming back from this so-called "voyage," so the important thing is to try to intercept everything they intend to leave behind.

Especially in the realm of knowledge, copying requires no resources at all. In this state, how can we not take as much as we want?

Fujimaru Ritsuka whispered to Lisa and Kaiki Deishuu for a long time before stepping forward to discuss the matter with Jia Kongming.

Both sides held cordial and friendly talks, expressing their appreciation for the list of spells exchanged and showing great respect for each other's offers. After friendly consultations, and with the help of Ms. Yukino Yukinoshita who arrived unexpectedly, they finally reached a consensus on the exchange of spell knowledge, and even reached a preliminary conclusion on the transaction of spirit origin fragments.

So, everyone shook hands in the air, quite happily, except for Rohan Kishibe, whose face turned pale: "Brothers, can you hurry up? I can't hold on much longer! You have to understand, this is Chiba, while that person is in Yanjing or some other place like the Xima Mountains. We're separated by a vast distance. I've managed to hold on for half an hour, and I'm already preparing to be buried."

"Oh... Mr. Kishibe, you're too kind, hahaha. Well then, we've finished chatting, so come over to my place later and I'll treat you to a proper meal."

"So you're going to come to your dreams to take advantage of people and act as their courier, huh?" Rohan Kishibe waved his hand as if shooing away a fly. "I know, I know, I'll go right away. You should be glad that the spirit core fragment is in a state between matter and matter, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take it with me."

"Thank you very much." After making an agreement with Rohan Kishibe, Jia Kongming smiled apologetically at Fujimaru Ritsuka. Before the Water Mirror Technique was deactivated, he said meaningfully, "Although it's not a big problem, Mr. Fujimaru, you should still be careful if you're on the coast of Chiba, since the sea level has been rising quite fast in recent years."

Fujimaru Ritsuka pondered these words, then looked a little bewildered: "Ahahaha... Haruno-nee, I have an idea—I've been trying to procure life jackets and a large ship that can withstand storms these past few days, and I need to find a magician in the industry to help provide powerful enchantments. Go, the sooner the better."

"...I understand, just in case."

"Yes, just in case." Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but feel relieved: "Looks like my coolness saved me this time."

Rohan Kishibe rolled his eyes: "Come on, this is just mutual appreciation after being completely drained by each other, and it's the really stable kind. The chances of that happening are extremely slim."

"Anyway, even a one in a billion chance is still a possibility, isn't it?"

191. People Preparing for a Voyage and the Future (6K)

In a space invisible to the naked eye, seven beams of light dispelled the eternal darkness and chaos, spreading out and gradually coalescing within this realm.

The tectonic plates of that blue planet, under a semi-human, semi-natural understanding, gradually took shape beneath seven pillars of light and began to connect. Five oceans and seven continents, like miniature Earth, took shape in this space. Strangely, however, a large area in eastern Asia presented a different scene.

The destined sacrifices, situated atop the seven peaks, also revealed their illusory forms within this space. Their perspectives were divided into two: on one side, the natural mountain peaks where snowflakes danced and winds howled beneath an almost tangible sky; on the other, a strange space where, like the beginning of chaos, only indistinct, miniature terrain remained.

Under their gaze, points of light began to flicker across the vast land, connecting with each other to form a massive array.

"Hoo hoo hoo, isn't this incredibly beautiful? It's truly enviable... They even managed to leave behind a thought magic based on the concept of the Absolute Heavenly Connection. What kind of monsters are the immortals in that world?" The clown, whose facial features had completely transformed into soft, feminine lines, gazed at the rare and breathtaking scene before him in an extremely strange tone.

"That's all. Rather, it's the incompetence of us younger generation that has led us to such a humiliating state." Jia Kongming, who once traded with Fujimaru Ritsuka, floated above the illusory landscape of China with a cold and hard expression, wearing a turban and holding a feather fan.

He looked up at the sky and sighed, his tone indistinguishable between sorrow and joy: "My companions and I once shared hardships and life and death, yet we still cannot match the divinity to which you are loyal—the Lord who wields the seven seals, the King who holds the seven rings, the great demon embraced by the Seven Bride, the enemy Gaia who has returned in the form of the Crimson Moon."

"Kuhaha, man proposes, God disposes, isn't that your philosophy? To be honest, your desperate struggle is what surprises me. Wouldn't it be better to wait a few more decades and return to the embrace of our Lord together?"

"Wishful thinking. If we hadn't torn apart the earth's veins to reveal the unfinished seat, would we have had to wait for Him to completely seize and corrupt the nascent seat?" Jia Kongming spoke the unspoken truth between them.

If they hadn't lit up the ley lines and torn apart the spiritual veins belonging to the planet in preparation for their voyage, the sleeping enemy Gaia would never have woken up so early.

Once an immature life form is born, it will not consider returning. However, facing a true planetary soul in an underdeveloped state is too risky, so Gaia tacitly suppresses the planetary souls and lets them leave. Only in this way can she be confident of truly defeating the severely weakened planetary souls and completely seizing the Throne of All Things.

At that time, this small planet will follow a unified will and create the world according to its own principles of governance, so there will be no concern about the loss of precious things such as mass.

"So what? He's just a deserter."

He was filled with envy and immense satisfaction. He had once thought that he would be guarding his master through decades or even centuries of loneliness, but he never expected that the real future was about to arrive.

Jia Kongming fell silent. He waved his feather fan, and the light began to weave endless celestial orbits, stretching to the infinite distance beyond, crossing the aggregation of planets, traversing vast voids, and overlooking the Sloan Great Wall, hundreds of millions of light-years away. Like someone leaving their homeland to memorize all familiar things, these celestial orbits, transcending distance and time, instantly encompassed the entire universe. The immense amount of information was so vast that even a virtual supercomputer composed of spiritual units could not fully capture it, constantly overflowing and sparkling with endless energy within this space.

Even Jealousy, along with the other six sacrificial offerings who were barely clinging to life, saw in the endless bursts of firelight an immeasurable amount of information beyond human perception.

The celestial orbit intercepts endless light and information, compressing over 130 billion years of observable spacetime into a spectacle that defies explanation by ordinary physics. Everyone is immersed in an endless ocean of light, unable to awaken.

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Only Jia Kongming, due to his control over the spell, still possessed a sliver of clarity. He sensed that the celestial orbit was transcending the dimensions of the physical universe, crossing the dimensions to which this universe belonged, and was sailing towards the infinite distance.

It is an expeditionary exploration with spiritual particles as its target. At some point, it will break through the barriers and obstacles between universes that even spacetime can wear down, take root in a suitable universe, and become a road to the distance.

Having accomplished such an astonishing feat, Jia Kongming could only manage a wry smile:

If a path had not already been opened between this universe and the outside world, if the split side of the planet's soul had not been contributing to this, if the immortals of that world had not left behind incredible technology and artifacts in the ruins, if the spirit particles had not clearly shown the aura of their own universe... then there would have been no possibility of such a long voyage.

However, this perilous path is, in a sense, also the path of transcendence. Having received samples and knowledge of the spiritual origins from Chaldea, we who are voyaging on the transcendent celestial orbit may one day be able to return by our own power, rather than by coincidence.

Now, it's time to continue refueling the ship and adding passengers.

On July 1st, China continued to issue announcements, strongly demanding the return of all [culturally identified descendants]. Simultaneously, China engaged in large-scale purchases and sales on the international market. The scale of these actions attracted global attention.

Similarly, the United States also released a large number of demands, with little overlap between the two, resulting in a significant price increase and scarcity of both extraordinary materials and ordinary goods in the market.

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"Are you guys crazy..." Fujimaru Ritsuka clicked her tongue in amazement as she held the documents the man handed her.

It contains a wealth of previously undisclosed information; the table of contents alone is several books thick.

The content made Fujimaru Ritsuka cover her eyes in disbelief:

Yang Shen Conversion Method (application of the technique of projecting soul and consciousness into a magical construct), Manipulating Creation (the hypothesis and partial development and application of using lightning or electromagnetic force to manipulate pivots and spiritual particles to achieve creation), Fighting Victory Method (hypothesis of miniaturized gravitational black hole attacks), Law of Heaven and Earth (hypothesis of the construction and folding of giant fighter god bodies), Heaven in a Pot Method (research on spatial cutting, scaling, and miniaturization), Flying and Tracing (a brief examination of spatial folding technology and dimensional travel technology)...

"Wait a minute... You guys have such advanced technology, let alone fully mastered it. Even just having a rudimentary grasp of it is like being on the planet Zentradi. Trading all that for some spirit origin fragments and related research, isn't that a bad deal? It's a huge loss! I'm telling you, brother, if you really want to sell out your own interests, I can't accept that."

Fujimaru Ritsuka reluctantly handed the catalog back, making the two great magicians beside her green with envy.

But they also understood the implications of this situation. This was not the time for greed to run rampant, as the person in front of them was backed by one of the two strongest military forces on the planet.

Jia Kongming chuckled: "No, what would I get in return for selling out my own interests to you? You don't think someone of my caliber needs a green card, do you? Besides, what kind of green card could you possibly give me?"

"Well, this isn't a reason why such a generous gift can be given so easily. Explain yourself first." Fujimaru Ritsuka dared not back down easily; this gift could no longer be described as a gift from heaven.

It's as absurd as a primitive creature still being observed by sociology suddenly being taken away by a degenerate father and then elected as a representative, cough cough, president.

"It's nothing, just a farewell gift for the villagers." Although he said that, Jia Kongming saw that Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't accept it at all, so he had to increase his efforts, "Just consider it as payment for your withdrawal. Moreover, I suggest you take a closer look at the [Flying Trail] technology."

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked a little melancholy: "So you're really planning to leave?"

"Um..."

"I intend to leave my mark."

"almost."

"Then I suggest you leave behind a few ruins, then build some secret realms similar to the Demon Cave, and erect a few stone tablets that can be preserved for thousands of years to record your footprints."

The hand waving the feather fan paused for a moment, and Jia Kongming smiled genuinely, a rare occurrence for him: "Young friend Fujimaru's idea is similar to ours. As for the specifics, we'll keep it a secret."

After a brief silence, Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke: