Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Are our tender shoulders really meant to bear a weight that we shouldn't have to bear at our age?

Fujimaru Ritsuka was internally mocking and spouting nonsense, but outwardly she calmly shook her head: "No, we'll have to see how things go."

"If artificial spirit foundations could cause enormous disasters, leading to the depletion of spiritual particles in the earth's veins and the loss of the possibility of life on Earth, then they must be prohibited."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was referring to the possible consequences of something that Mr. Amakusa was about to do.

"But the more this is the case, the more we need to observe the situation through pilot programs. At the same time, we must always stay ahead and ensure that we can solve any problems that may arise."

"Besides, this is a time of war preparedness. Even if the artificial spirit core is poisonous, we still have to grit our teeth and fight to the end, don't we?"

Recalling Gaia's somewhat apprehensive attitude, Fujimaru Ritsuka drew a conclusion.

"That's true... I didn't expect that we would be thinking about how to deal with the weapons after the war even before we won." Yukino said with relief, but also a little embarrassed.

"Isn't that a good thing? Think about it. Maybe we've already grasped the key to victory?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka optimistically encouraged everyone, but a shadow still lingered in her heart.

He understood that it wasn't that simple.

The reason everyone is optimistic now is entirely due to the fact that the day's mission in the large-scale demon cave was not easy, but still manageable.

However, as long as you're not blindly optimistic, there's absolutely no problem. High morale is essential for a good fight.

Just as everyone was happily enjoying their belated dinner and relaxing a little, a piercing alarm sounded.

"You guys eat first, then rest well and recover your strength. I'll go check on the situation now."

Fujimaru Ritsuka restrained the others at the table and rushed to the laboratory.

He could already sense the impending storm.

220, A Storm Caused by a Casual Slash

The alarm originated from an external alarm device installed in Chaldea's magic laboratory, specifically alerting the Chaldea personnel to the dire situation.

The laboratory door opened immediately upon recognizing him.

The moment he stepped into the laboratory, it felt like he had entered a tense battlefield, with urgent and anxious voices echoing around him.

"The spatial stability index is fluctuating. We need to trace the source and identify the origin of the spatial fluctuations."

"The real-world psionic index continues to rise, and according to our previously established model, we expect more than three digits of demonic caves to emerge."

"The source of the fluctuation has been confirmed; it is those seven beacon-like objects that resemble spears and lances."

"Has that person gone mad? Or is it deliberately trying to catch us off guard?"

"Denial! They want to act ahead of time to force East Asia to embark on the path of pursuing the stars."

Lisa and the others didn't pay attention to Fujimaru Ritsuka's arrival, but quickly exchanged ideas about the items they had created on their magical instruments.

Finally, Rohan Kishibe gritted his teeth and said, "Give me some amulets and some magic spells to stabilize my mind and protect my eyes. I want to see it for myself."

"Are you serious? Using your half-baked modern vision to look at a high-ranking being like Gaia will only give her an opening. Your eyes are extremely important to our next plan."

"We can't worry about that now. And don't worry, I'll directly spy on those seven placed offerings, so the connection should be much weaker. The enemy Gaia hasn't fully awakened yet, so there's still a chance for a buffer period."

"If we cut off the connection between Gaia and Teacher Anbian, will we be able to guarantee his safe escape?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka interrupted their conversation. Lisa Lisa paused for a moment, then quickly discussed with Kaiki Deishuu: "It'll work! Let's get started!"

The two great magicians generously brought out their most prized props, which shone with magical brilliance, and hung them all over the shore, covering the entire body of the naked woman.

As the two chanted at such a high speed that the content was impossible to understand, one blessing magic spell after another was released onto Rohan on the shore.

Normally, he might complain about how he was in such a colorful state, like a peacock, but Rohan Kishibe had no time to dwell on it. He glanced at Ritsuka Fujimaru, who had already placed her hand on the hilt of the Muramasa sword, and nodded.

Then, the view is now activated.

He peered into all the light that had ever been emitted in the world with eyes that could only be described as divine.

This tiny planet in the vast universe is now like a book that can be read at will.

Only at this moment, in a state of near-extraordinary performance, did he activate his present vision, and even briefly glimpse a period of time within the scope of the present.

In almost a few seconds, he yelled and pulled himself out of the reverse flow state.

With a subtle intuition, Fujimaru Ritsuka unleashed a slash in the blink of an eye, the blue and red blade severing the invisible connection once again.

Rohan Kishibe squeezed his eyes shut, tears of blood seeping from the corners of his eyes, but with an expression of pain and schadenfreude, he grinned and laughed: "Haha, you tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead, how interesting!"

He saw something incredibly exciting.

Half an hour earlier, on the massive crimson gun barrel that had been rooted within the Himalayas, the Jealous Clown, who had already partially merged with the Himalayas, opened his eyes.

Having undergone gender reassignment surgery, she emerged halfway from the gun, surveying the nation below with a malicious smile.

The towering pillar of light filled him with deep resentment.

If it weren't for them, the adult might have been able to awaken from the ley lines long ago.

If they hadn't refused to die obediently on Earth, the adults wouldn't have needed to risk one in a million to immediately create the Throne of All Things.

It's all their fault!

Why can't we just obediently die in the face of natural disasters?

She shook her head dismissively, as if a deity were looking down on these people whom she regarded as ants, and uttered venomous words: "Do you really think we would let you go so easily?"

"We have to leave you with some consequences, right? So, just like we reported to the adults before, we'll create some trouble for you. Let you lose one-tenth of your territory! See how merciful we are?"

As a part-host of the ceremony, in addition to possessing the near-immortal essence after assimilating with the spear, he also has some authority.

Draw mana from the earth's veins, and then disrupt the opponent's current actions.

The nation's land and rivers? Blessed lands and grottoes? Do you want to completely seize the country's territory and turn it into a starship?

Let me take a hit with you guys first. When it comes to authority, our master is definitely stronger.

As for the resulting losses?

I certainly have a way to make up for the adults' needs, hahaha!

The crimson spear, which had been closely watched by various forces, underwent a new transformation due to the jealous clown's thoughts.

Patterns appeared on the spears, and each of the huge spears displayed patterns representing the Seven Deadly Sins.

Envy, pride, greed, lust, sloth, gluttony, and wrath.

Violent negative emotions are a negative characteristic that every living being possesses from birth, and they are constantly poured into the earth's veins.

As emotions pollute the ley lines, the mana energy within them is drawn upwards, even beginning to seize the ley lines controlled by the Heavenly Dynasty's blessed land array.

But at this moment, the Joker did not notice that her control over the ley lines had weakened considerably compared to before.

For ants, the size of mosasaurs and sperm whales is equally enormous and unfathomable. Such a heavy substance, if not for the great array formed by the seven seals, seven spears, and seven brides, would be something that the clown's jealousy alone could not control.

Even at this point, if someone else had been working with her and alerted her, she should have realized something was wrong, but unfortunately, she was alone.

The spear began to grow at an accelerated pace, its shaft extending to the stratosphere, its radius nearly surpassing the seven mountain peaks it was located on, and crimson light began to emanate from the seven sources.

The Earth's space has become unstable, with countless turbulent currents occurring around the world. However, thanks to the attention of official authorities, the casualties are not significant.

The Jealous Clown didn't care about any of that. She only sensed that with the spread of resentment, curses, and negative emotions, numerous demonic caves had formed all over the world, and they were even beginning to break through the barriers formed by the blessed land array to seize the spiritual energy of the earth veins within.

If there's just one, then many more can appear—that's the terrifying aspect of the Demon Cave as a memetic world dream. At that point, they might lose more than ten percent...wait, what?

In the contest of power, she did not gain the upper hand as she had expected, but only won by a small margin.

Moreover, as the attacking side, the resources consumed are clearly of extremely low cost-effectiveness.

"Impossible, it should just be a technical adjustment! They may have used up their reserve resources to fight back."

But the Jealous Jokers clearly knew that they couldn't afford to waste too many resources meant for their future voyage at this crucial juncture before they set off.

But before she could react, an enormous amount of mana, impossible to calculate, was thrown into the attack.

This was evident in the fact that a full third of the opening demon cave emitted the sound of tearing cloth before vanishing on the spot. The monsters brewing within didn't make a sound before turning to ashes completely.

Only the extraordinary materials from their bodies sprayed out from the void, either falling onto the ground or transforming into underground resources.

More importantly, the Jealous Clown clearly sensed that the ritual had been severely shaken, and the progress, which was originally only about 12 hours, was now about to be extended by almost twice as long.

"W-what happened! Why has the adults' control suddenly decreased so much!" The jealous clown looked as if he had lost his parents.

If we take into account the other party's transformation into a starship, this ceremony will be extended by another 12 hours.

She panicked terribly; though her heart was bleeding, she stopped trying to move the other person.

It's meant to be saved for adults' ceremonies.

She glared resentfully at the country that seemed unaffected, whose light pillars hadn't even dimmed, and could only swallow her bitter pill.

Where did they get so much mana? According to the adults' and their own estimates, even this formation should only be barely maintained, yet it still has the capacity to react.

She never considered focusing her attacks on densely populated areas of the enemy; instead, she attacked remote areas, seizing territory to diminish the enemy's potential.

Have all these self-defeating and harmful attempts failed?

The Jealous Clown sighed, "How enviable. This monstrous country is perhaps the only one worthy of being called Leviathan. Oh well, let's activate our backup plan and replenish our resources, lest the ritual progresses too slowly."

Death, resentment, and curses from living beings can also aid the ritual. She had already set up several unique demonic caves before she fell into slumber.

These demonic caves are exceptionally powerful, and they've hidden themselves using the adults' control over the earth's veins, intending to use them as backup energy sources.

It was originally intended to speed up the ceremony after the starship set sail, in order to prevent anyone from interfering with the adults' actions.

Let's use it now; we can't delay the adults' plans.

Although the adults' powers seem to have been weakened, even so, those few demon caves are beyond the reach of human forces that harbor ulterior motives and are disorganized.

Where is my den of iniquity?

The Paris catacombs, storing the souls and corpses of six million innocent people; a radiation-ridden city born from humanity's fear of its own ultimate power; a sea of ​​trees haunted by souls seeking self-destruction and cursing the present world; an unknown city deep in the ocean; a colossal forest, the source of twisted evolution...

There are still so many demonic lairs, why are they all so weak now?!

The jealous clown was numb; she tilted her head back, completely merging into the spear, leaving only a faint whisper:

"I'm tired. Let's destroy it, quickly."

Only the crimson spear gleamed even without anyone directing it.

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