Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

He was well aware that the pile of documents in Yang Nai's hands were definitely not from other official sources, but rather were basically negotiation documents with Japanese official forces such as the Special Affairs Bureau.

After all, unless a major disaster strikes in the future that makes travel impossible, faxed documents will be an essential part of daily work in this country.

Meanwhile, the other administrative assistants Yang Nai recently recruited were probably busy processing other messages in front of their computers, leaving Yang Nai to be the only one who came to collect these relatively confidential documents.

Although Yang Nai looks spirited and confident, she is under a lot of pressure.

Fujimaru Ritsuka closed his eyes, finally relaxing after spending most of the day surfing the internet with his silly online friends. Now, it was time to get back to his own business.

He spoke with Muramasa Tōmōkari, thoroughly digesting this final gift from his teachers and friends.

Imagine the moment when you swing your blade to slay the monster, use your soul to get close to the will that remains in Muramasa, and then use your whole body and spirit to take control of it.

The blade is translucent cyan, with an ethereal and dreamlike texture similar to an artificial spirit core; the red lotus cloud patterns covering the blade are like burning away all the shackles that bind it.

The dark black hilt is carved with mistletoe branches that intertwine and wrap around the eyes;

The simple yet elegant scabbard restrains the dazzling brilliance of the longsword, subduing this dangerous demonic blade.

Such a magnificent demonic sword, yet it carries the feeling of transcending all shackles, breaking free from everything, destroying everything, and yet bringing forth a new world.

Enveloped in a shimmering azure, black, and crimson glow, Fujimaru Ritsuka once again sank into the deepest boundaries.

This time, he fell into an even deeper realm.

Only then did he begin to vaguely realize that the reason he was able to acquire the [Fire Calamity] skill the moment he fused with the artificial spirit core was not only due to his own deeds and reputation, but also largely due to other assistance.

That is divine right.

The two divine essences sewn into the Muramasa spirit base of the AE unexpectedly allowed him to touch upon the existence of divine authority.

The two gods, both possessing the traits of calamity and war, and both having a history of god-slaying, have had their shattered divine authority in this world transformed into skills in a substandard form.

Without this divine authority, although he could still grow from the artificial spirit base, he would not be able to possess such a powerful skill that was malicious and targeted at gods.

Theocracy, in this world, is a fundamental connection, an exercise of concepts. Once awakened and linked, it plunges directly into the deepest depths.

"Ah, welcome, my father."

It was a tone of deep longing yet composure.

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her eyes and looked toward the source of the sound.

In the vast space, everything still seemed unclear, like looking at flowers through a fog, but Fujimaru Ritsuka could see a little bit of the background.

The blue curtain that had enveloped the sky had long since been drawn back, revealing the cold and dark essence of the universe, which was filled with blue and red lines.

Beneath the strange starry sky lay an endless plain. The white-clad princess, dressed in a flawless gown, looked at him with her hands pressed against her lower abdomen.

Her crimson eyes were filled with longing: "It's been almost eighteen years. It's been so long."

Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her mouth, but had no idea what to say.

He clearly understood that where he was now was not where he should really be.

Even he and the white-clad princess before him were not their true selves.

The soul is gone, the body is gone, only the vague tendrils of consciousness gaze at each other across countless dimensions.

She twirled in the center of the plain, the hem of her long white evening gown billowing in the air, exuding pride and swagger. She said, "Doesn't it look good? It was sculpted according to your idea of ​​how best I am."

"White Princess? Vermilion Moon? Gaia? Enemy Gaia?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in succession, only to be met with a smiling shake of the head in denial from the other side.

"Hmm...who knows? Maybe I'll be you? Or maybe it'll be Fujimaru Tachibana."

"...Do you know where she is?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka pressed for an answer almost immediately.

Where is his long-lost guardian, Fujimaru Tachibana, now?

"It seems the memory concealment has indeed failed? But I won't tell you exactly where it is." The white-haired princess tilted her head. "Are you angry?"

Does she really exist?

Fujimaru Ritsuka shut her mouth, not wanting to pursue the answer.

It wasn't until he fell into the sea of ​​consciousness that he seemed to grasp the blind spots in his memory: why, even under these circumstances, did he abandon the search for his family simply because of a so-called classified mission? And why did the names of his family members feel so familiar?

He chose to ask another question: "What do you want to do?"

"Of course, it's about domination. To shape this world according to my own ideas, and to bring the Age of Gods' adventures back to Earth once again. Isn't this a thought you once had?"

"Where did you come from, Machima?"

The White Princess tapped her lips, clearly dissatisfied: "Are you implying I'll be made into ginger-braised pork? I won't lose! Besides, don't you realize how many strange and boring ideas you've had?"

She counted on her fingers with great interest:

"Let everyone in the world have the genetic awakening factor, and let everyone become a four-channel beast girl or beast boy."

"Both men and women lose the meaning of gender, and the one who is conquered by the partner will get pregnant."

"By combining data with one's own will, everyone can fight as a digital demon in virtual space."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was extremely embarrassed. Could you please stop bringing out my chuunibyou fantasies?

The white-clad princess looked at him and shook her head: "But none of these are interesting enough. My current one is better."

"Whether it's humans or other living beings, they have undergone mutations and fundamental distortions within modern society and institutions. Liberating everything and pulling the world back to true chaos, isn't the essence revealed in death, struggle, competition, and suffering the true nature of things?"

"Aren't you right? I'm the transmigrator father who entered the world of Oregairu?" Bai Ji laughed.

Fujimaru Ritsuka narrowed her eyes, filled with distrust: "Put away with that act... If we had such an intimate relationship, don't you think it would be too low-class?"

219. The Corrupted Star Soul Half-Body and Individual Upgrades (6K3)

"Even without remembering you, it's still just as boring as before..."

The white-clad princess's ever-present gentle smile was shattered, like the disguise of a fake.

The nameless white flowers on the plains also shed their disguises. The shy buds burst into bloom in an instant, their slender petals drooping down and turning crimson in a flash, as if connecting the unknown origin and the unknown destination.

The Mahamanjusaka flowers bloom here, their red light reflecting off the white-clad princess's indifferent face, creating a sense of both terror and holiness.

"...I told you, I don't think my daughter would turn out like this. No matter how twisted my psyche is, I could never have a girl like you."

Even though they weren't in the same place, his intuition warned him that he couldn't continue looking. But Fujimaru Ritsuka still didn't look away.

In the current situation, if we don't take advantage of the terrain to get a better understanding of the person in front of us, will we dare to face her and fight her in the future?

"Your cleverness remains unchanged. Even though I tried to imply that everything was your fault, wanting to see how you were tormented inside, you still managed to find out."

The white-clad princess seemed uninterested, as if she had been caught off guard by a sudden prank. She didn't care much, but it had ruined her mood.

"Even though it has to grow back into a cub, it still managed to create a thought form to protect itself using the limited time available. And it even chose its own half. Could it be that the savior of the twins, the great enemy of the Lostbelt, is actually someone with a strong obsession with incest?"

"You even deliberately blocked out your memories of that aspect. Are you trying so hard to act cute towards her?"

She suddenly became interested and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a wicked smile.

Wow, I didn't know I was that good at having fun.

Recalling the guardian who appeared in a phantom form in the past, the long-haired Gudako with a more benevolent aura, Fujimaru Ritsuka opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

If someone subconsciously hopes that their older sister/younger sister is their mother and loves them, does that mean they have a serious illness?

"Who would understand something like this!" Fine beads of sweat dripped from Fujimaru Ritsuka's forehead, but he remained fixed on the now-unmasked white-clad princess, turning the tables on her:

"Hey you, are you genuinely afraid of me? Otherwise, why are you already thinking about how to psychologically attack me before the battle has even started? It's really strange that someone who once held the rank of Planet Soul is afraid of a weak mortal."

"Pfft... Hahahaha~~~~"

After Fujimaru Ritsuka said those words, the white-haired princess was stunned at first, and then burst into almost maniacal laughter.

This tiny world expands and contracts with the fluctuations of laughter. A crimson storm whips up countless slender petals, but the Mahamanjusaka flowers remain unchanged, growing back as soon as one is lost.

A malicious voice echoed clearly from the eye of the storm:

"Of course I was wary. If it weren't for those guys in East Asia establishing the Reform Society first, and their research detonating the malice buried deep within the soul of the planet, causing the disaster and weakening my dormant power..."

"If they hadn't discovered something was wrong, they would have severely damaged my consciousness with their ley line manipulation techniques."

"If it weren't for the thought entity you created yourself exhausting its power to protect you, preventing the Seven Deadly Sins from finding you through karma."

"Do you think I'll have a heart-to-heart talk with you first?"

"You've developed something as strange as an artificial spirit origin, and even allowed people other than you to vaguely touch upon the realm between power and inherent ability, all using something as ethereal as cognition... Your difficulty is beyond my imagination."

"We've been looking for so long, we should be almost there by now."

Slender, pale fingers emerged from the storm. Though seemingly unreachable, separated by countless dimensions, they appeared to have broken through layers of barriers, reaching right in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

The layered structure of her arms, revealed through countless dimensions, gave her arms an inexplicable number of joints, as if it transcended abstract art and exceeded the realm of human imagination.

The more you know, the more you fall into the realm of near-knowledge.

It was captured by it, just like a massive celestial body.

"You think I don't know?!"

The heavy feeling of Muramasa Tomokari's hands, which were empty, was transmitted to his brain.

He drew his sword, unsheathing it.

The blade, gleaming with a bluish-red light of destruction, did not strike the hand that was within reach, but instead slashed at the empty void.

What was severed was the karmic bond between the two.

In the past, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already guessed what she had cut off with her sword.

It is the connection between the two people.

Furthermore, the saying "Don't investigate the strange, or you'll only get more and more caught up in it" made him realize that the more he tried to observe the White Princess, the easier it was for her to capture him.

A battle is inevitable, but not now.

The white hand passed through his current location, yet seemed to pass through each other like a phantom, without interfering with each other's existence.

Fujimaru Ritsuka sheathed her sword and looked at her calmly.

The moment they swung that knife, they began to drift apart.

In this final moment, the White Princess closed her eyes, revealing a cold expression: "Ah, so it's this sword. I was thinking that the moment I awoke, I would use our fate to capture you and destroy you immediately."

"Well, since now is not the time, I will crush you like an ant when I control the Throne of All Things."