Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"Chaldea has a stable system for producing powerhouses who have broken through limits. At the same time, it has a potion that allows ordinary people who cannot adapt to extraordinary materials to become extraordinary."

Even in the virtual space, Yang Nai seemed to hear the sounds of people inhaling. The lung capacity of a superhuman was enough to create a small storm in this hall, which rivaled the size of a United Nations conference room.

And she stood right in the eye of the storm.

After a brief silence came uneasy mutterings and whispers, which gradually escalated into a clamor that surpassed any real discussion.

However, some astute individuals secretly observed the expressions of the representatives from powerful nations, including Russia, and found them to be completely unfazed. Thus, they gradually came to the conclusion that what the woman from Chaldea said seemed to be true.

If there weren't truly solid evidence, certain official figures representing the nation's credibility wouldn't have collectively participated in this meeting at this time.

It's important to understand that a major conference like the Reformation Council, which includes official forces, can only be held if it is initiated by one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, or by more than one-third of the extraordinary organizations, and if it receives a sufficient number of votes in favor.

Of course, not everyone is so clever, or rather, not every organization has good intentions.

"This lady from an unknown small organization... what was it again, the Caribbean, what evidence do you have to prove what you're saying is true?" A spokesperson for an organization whose dark skin made it impossible to tell whether they were Black or from a tropical country pressed the speak button with righteous indignation.

He surveyed the surrounding images, raising his arms with boundless fervor and shouting, "You must understand, the order of the Earth has long been controlled by certain major powers. As lackeys of that filthy and already destroyed America, you wouldn't be orchestrating a colossal deception at the behest of certain powerful nations to plunder all our resources, would you?"

His righteous and awe-inspiring appearance was like that of a knight charging against a giant, full of passion and possessing a charm that seemed to distort the thoughts of others.

Officials and small organizations from some small countries nodded involuntarily; what the spokesperson said seemed to make a lot of sense.

Only a few seasoned veterans watched silently.

They knew the spokesperson's background well. Osho, the leader of a certain Shakti sect in India, combined the Mahakala belief of Tibetan Buddhism with some teachings of Brahmanism. He was the kind of guy who would actually give his bodily fluids as nectar to his followers.

He must be the most bizarre person here. It's hard to understand why he can openly preach in public with the permission of the Indian government.

In response to Osho's encouragement, Yono remained silent and instead projected a series of videos into the virtual space.

A dashing young Onmyoji, surrounded by a group of protectors, stood in the void, summoning an astonishing number of meteors that rapidly wiped out the demon army with the efficiency of a missile strike.

A boy engulfed in flames, riding a skeletal motorcycle, roams the Japanese archipelago alone with a sword and a vehicle, almost like a god of calamity.

Furthermore, several extraordinary individuals of varying ages, after consuming a strange, luminous crystal, unleashed modern firepower comparable to that of a brigade-level army with their physical bodies.

Apart from the boy with a godlike demeanor, the others were all well-known figures. They had all reached the so-called limits of talent, the barrier of the extraordinary, long ago.

What shocked everyone even more was that what followed were long passages of experimental report conclusions.

Despite their varying levels of education, all those present, being extraordinary individuals, possessed extremely keen senses and considerable analytical abilities.

Even with this experimental report presented in a nearly idiotic way, they could still easily grasp the key points.

"Life expectancy exceeds 200, with an optimistic prediction of 500?"

"With the magic field strength increased by more than half, theoretically it can directly withstand naval cannon fire?"

"Physical strength will increase by at least 10% to 20%, and if one's physical strength was previously weak, it could even increase by more than 50%?"

They greedily compared the data before them, swallowing hard repeatedly.

Under the snow, Yang smiled but remained silent.

These data were temporarily enhanced by reputable extreme superhumans she found in several nearby countries, such as Russia.

It doesn't even cost money; all you need is advertising and testing some key data.

Under such temptation, three extraordinary individuals agreed, two of whom were berserkers from Russia and one was a wizard from Southeast Asia.

She packaged all this data and video footage and gave it to the three major gangsters, thus putting control in her hands.

"With the world starting to fall into crisis, Chaldea is willing to share artificial spirit origins, which are limit-breaking materials, as well as extraordinary potions. But the premise is that we need to have a sufficient amount of manufacturing materials, and there are a few minor conditions."

She wasn't surprised to see the eager looks in the audience; her smile almost reached her ears. "But this is a limited-time offer. Because if we can't make it in two days, there's no point in sharing it!"

All the greedy people were momentarily stunned: No, what did you say?

What follows is a strong spiritual warning, as if confirming that the thought that flashed through one's mind was not wrong.

The entire conference room erupted like a volcano, with some people even disregarding the rules of virtual meetings: "Explain yourself! What do you mean it's unnecessary after two days?!"

The permanent members of the rogue states sitting in the front row even began to use the silencing function aggressively, but they were also caught off guard by the sudden bombshell revelations.

Yang narrowed his eyes: Yes, that's it. Next, I'm going to completely expose the bloody truth.

Sell ​​weapons, and before you understand the path to artificial spirit origin growth, we'll seize the unlimited live streaming rights for the next two days. That's our Chaldea's path to the top!

217. Modern New Myths

The seeds of transcendence have begun to be sown, and an unprecedented flower of civilization is about to bloom on this planet. But what the final fruit will look like, no one knows.

In a world where the bizarre emerge from one demonic cave after another, ordinary people only know that they wake up to see something extraordinary.

At breakfast time, I turned on the TV news as usual, only to see utterly absurd news:

"my country plans to cooperate with the transnational volunteer organization Chaldea to clean up the out-of-control anomalies in the city and create a safe and peaceful environment for the general public."

A strange message was simultaneously broadcast on morning or midday news in several countries.

In an instant, the entire internet was abuzz, and major social media platforms began refreshing various communication messages at a frantic pace.

"Isn't today April Fool's Day? Is our country serious? Aren't they always covering things up and afraid to admit it?"

"Dude, isn't your country a bit too low-class? This clearly violates the right to freedom of the press! Are your journalists eating shit?"

"Oh, my dear keyboard warrior, I swear, if our reporters had any guts, they would have been invited for tea by MI6 long ago!"

"So you're just stupid British idiots. Besides fucking sheep and being troublemakers, can't you act like a democratic country?"

“I must correct you, it is the Scots who are handling sheep.”

"You're not denying you're a troublemaker (double entendre)?"

"Stop babbling like a shy little gay guy! You guys don't know yet, that organization called Chaldea is live-streaming! Oh my God, I'm going to give them a high rating!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed his forehead, staring at the hundreds of messages per second on his tablet, almost too busy to keep up. He looked up at Haruno blankly and asked, "Isn't this a bit too efficient?"

"I don't think so. Those old foxes are all very shrewd. Even if they wanted to bluff and accuse us of being morally corrupt, their internal alliance crumbled on its own after we bribed the powerful figures in Russia beforehand. Especially after I proposed prioritizing production capacity and allowing those with important materials, the right to transfer live streaming, and resources to jump the queue, they all rushed to send us materials."

Yukino looked tired, but still playfully placed a small box on the table: "I also managed to extort two drops of the Holy Grail, which you should need, right?"

"Even so, I didn't expect you to get it done so quickly and get them moving immediately." Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced around the empty room, speechless.

Everyone except Lisa and her friends, who were still in the lab doing experiments and working as production laborers, went out.

"Let's see... hopefully it really works."

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In Paris, Artoria stepped out of the teleportation array and let out a soft breath.

Even with her physical condition, after flying for one or two hours in a Mach 3 fighter jet and then taking a mid-range teleportation array, she still felt a little uncomfortable.

However, it must be said that the power of national mobilization is truly unimaginable.

In order to obtain the extraordinary potion and the artificial spirit base as quickly as possible, France was able to spare no expense in activating such a device.

So, is it possible that I will be the first to arrive?

After exchanging a few words with the staff who came to meet her, and handing over her belongings, Artoria eagerly signaled them to get ready to begin.

The staff member, who was clearly from an official background, paused for a moment, then took the briefcase from Artoria with a slight excitement, and immediately signaled a group of armed soldiers to begin transporting it.

Next, the team, which had been prepared in advance, began to get started.

The bearded staff member watched the drone, made with cutting-edge technology, take flight, his feelings a mix of emotions.

He said with a slight embarrassment, "Beautiful lady, this is the objective of our mission this time: to clean the catacombs of Paris."

Although the country's think tanks vaguely sensed something and put forward several conjectures, they had to accept the explanation, because France was also in a state of utter chaos.

This frontline worker understood the situation even better: the underground cemetery buried deep in southern Paris was no longer a so-called cultural heritage site, but a liability that could not be shaken off no matter what.

The underground cemetery, stretching 321.87 kilometers and containing the remains of over 600 million people, has long since become a cannibalistic hellhole.

In the aftermath of the anomaly, countless corpses and skeletons emerged from a 2km stretch of land that had once been open to tourists. Among them were individuals capable of harming superhumans, some even forming coordinated teams.

Most of the teams stationed in Paris were almost entirely tied up in dealing with the situation in the vicinity, while the entire southern part of Paris had long been under martial law, with large numbers of people evacuated to safety, yet they still could not stop their offensive.

Yesterday, even the parliament dispatched troops to bombard the area directly with modern weaponry, but they were unable to destroy the area directly and could only use weaponry as an auxiliary measure to conduct occasional land clearing operations.

Artoria had naturally read the dossier and understood how difficult it was, so she volunteered to come and take on this toughest challenge.

As she was about to move forward, she suddenly heard a question from beside her:

Can we win?

Turning her head, Artoria saw them.

It was clearly a team of superhumans, each bearing serious injuries, but what was even more alarming was their utter exhaustion.

Artoria did not answer immediately, but first glanced around.

There were many troops stationed in the rear, leaning against steel vehicles, holding guns, their faces showing only numb exhaustion.

Artoria knew that they had been taking turns guarding this demonic cave for almost six days, and their spirits had been constantly on edge.

Because ahead lay a seemingly endless stream of strange creatures.

Video websites such as YouTube have already launched live streaming.

Viewers who had just started watching the live stream were initially excited and thrilled by the beautiful and dashing Artoria.

But the drone's capabilities were so powerful that it captured everyone's voices and expressions on camera.

Even sitting in front of their computers, they felt heartbroken.

The pleasure of seeing something beautiful had long been extinguished by the expressions on the faces of these people who were constantly fighting. They all shared the same question: Can they win?

In a daze, they saw the drone's camera once again miraculously zoom in on Artoria from the front.

They saw the blonde, blue-eyed beauty and spoke with unwavering confidence:

"Of course we can win! We absolutely must win!"

"I, Artoria Pendragon, swear in the name of the Lord of the Round Table, the Eternal King who wields the Holy Lance!"

"Your valiant efforts have been successful! You have held off the demon's lair, containing six million, or even more, corpses, for six whole days, buying us valuable time. Now, let me end this war!"

It wasn't a flowery speech, nor were it highly inflammatory words, but at this moment, Artoria exuded a dignified majesty, the commanding presence she had shown in leading the knights through twelve brutal battlefields radiating from her.

(【Leadership Qualities B】Activated!)

The skill, activated silently, and the aura of regal authority captivated everyone. The warriors' eyes were no longer numb; they gripped their guns tightly. The superhuman teams no longer supported each other; they stood tall.