Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

"Did my strike really produce such a remarkable effect?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but laugh.

The slash that came immediately after obtaining Muramasa Tomokari seemed to sever a part of the connection between Gaia and herself.

As she said, if the extraordinary factors of this world were brought about by herself, then perhaps because of her birth and her connection to herself, she gained enormous control even though she was not the true soul of the planet.

But with that strike, her control over the earth's veins weakened, the Celestial Empire benefited, and those troublesome demonic caves were exposed prematurely. Furthermore, her own members came knocking on her door and dealt her a significant blow, weakening her considerably.

The result was that the damage caused by the formation of the starship was avoided, but the progress of the ceremony was delayed.

This serendipitous coincidence made Fujimaru Ritsuka practically burst with laughter.

Rohan Kishibe rubbed his eyes, his expression quite interesting: "At this rate, if she wants the ritual to proceed normally and cooperate with Gaia's creation of the Throne of All Things, she will have no choice but to sacrifice all her power."

Beki Mudsho became unusually excited, slamming his fist on the table: "This way, even if they still have a little power left to stop us from entering, the obstacle will be much smaller. Our success rate has jumped from 50/50 to 90%."

Lisa lit a cigarette, suppressing a smile: "Don't get too excited! We still need to maintain proper precautions. Also, your spiritual computer needs to continue checking the data; we must ensure everything is foolproof."

"In terms of timing, it should be about right. I estimate it will be in 24... no, 20 hours." Rohan Kishibe, still with his eyes closed, turned slightly to the side. "From now on, I won't be able to continue assisting you. I need to focus on recuperating."

"Go! Your eyes are needed for observation."

After speaking to Rohan Kishibe, Lisa turned to Ritsuka Fujimaru and said, "Get ready to set off in 18 hours. Get some rest and go all out without any regrets!"

"Big Sister Lisa Lisa, don't make it sound so scary. I'm not planning to lose this time."

Fujimaru Ritsuka bowed deeply to the three of them, paying tribute to their tireless work over the past ten days and nights, before turning and walking out.

"Hey~~ Fujimaru-kun." Kaiki Deishuu called out to him.

"Ok?"

"If there's anything you need to do, do it quickly so you don't have any regrets." Bei Mu Nishu gave him a knowing smile.

"Uncle Beimu, mind your own business. I don't want to hear the life advice of a single old bachelor."

"You boy!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka shrank her neck, chuckled to herself, and rushed out quickly.

I'm not the kind of person who would do something so trivial at such a crucial moment. Don't let this create any false alarms.

It's definitely not because I'm worried about 404 errors! No!

221. The Starship's Voyage

"The world is a dark ocean; ignorance is our island. Only by keeping our minds ignorant and our senses shut out can we survive the raging waves. But one day, a tsunami that rises out of nowhere will destroy me..."

"Shut up, Captain! Even the Outer God Priestess said these are all made up by novelists. Do you think they're some kind of truth?"

The Wen family's two shrewd duo were even considering taking out their shotguns and firing a "love exorcism shot" at their squad leader, but they finally suppressed their murderous intent, considering that while the demon could be driven away, the person might be lost.

A middle-aged man named Igarashi sighed, "Dean, you probably don't understand. The Priestess is the light. I so want to be the Priestess's Teculiar, but she loves the Starry Night. I'm neither Teculiar nor the Starry Night. I'm going to cry, because I'm just a ghoul hiding in a dark corner..."

"Greasy!" Yotsuya Miko instinctively shrank back as she looked at the idol otaku who was having an episode.

"Even Jian Zijiang is like this?!"

"Can you please stay away from our team's most popular girl? Please!" Sam flicked his wrist with one hand, not at all like he was actually begging.

He raised the enchanted Winchester, aiming the gun at Horo Igarashi.

Bah!

The bullets flew out, and the squad leader finally reacted, quickly dropping to the ground to avoid the attack.

Looking back at the vengeful spirits rushing towards him, Horo Igarashi did not blame Sam for his rescue, which was almost murderous. Instead, he touched his hair as if he had lost his parents.

The perfect Mediterranean.

He leaned against the makeshift fortifications with a resentful look, feeling utterly listless: "When will we finally get rid of these cockroach-like creatures? I really want to go back and rewatch the recorded episodes of Outer Gods Priestess."

“It’s only been less than 8 hours, and we still have 30% of our supplies left.” Sam ran over happily, rummaged through the dust that had fallen from the dead spirits, and finally found a few scraps. “I feel like if we keep guarding for a little longer, we can pay off our debts.”

Looking up, the vast Aokigahara forest was once again shrouded in mist, with strange and vengeful spirits constantly pouring out and rushing towards the surrounding defenses.

But I have to say, that Chaldean [Song Immortal Child]... every time I think of this, even I, an American of Chinese descent, want to complain about what kind of terrible name those people came up with.

We've digressed. It was a great pity for the purification ritual performed by that divine child (another name for a shrine maiden) for the Aokigahara Forest. Even after the crimson spear erupted again, the strange ghosts that seemed to emerge from it as a chain reaction were still within manageable limits.

Compared to them and other colleagues who also secured missions here, the defensive pressure and risks are not very high.

After holding their position for several more hours, they finally withdrew to the rear to rest when their supplies had dropped to around 20%.

It was a mobile base jointly built by the government and local forces, using super-large RVs as buildings, providing services ranging from rest and food to repairs and trading.

And all of this was done at the request of the Chaldean forces, who followed the lead of Chaldea.

The Aokigahara Forest is located at the foot of Mount Fuji and is not within their own sphere of influence. Given their dire need for assistance, they were naturally led by Gayo in their actions.

At first, they were quite reluctant, but when the first team returned from the Aokigahara Forest with extraordinary materials, the Wen Clan Duo could clearly see the greed in their eyes.

If their offer hadn't been so low, dwarfing the points offered by Gayo, they would have already been aggressively suppressing the market.

"I never imagined this place would almost become a park where you can hunt freely..." Igarashi Horou ignored the disdainful look from the high school girl in the group, lit a cigarette with a satisfied smile, took a long drag, and exhaled a smoke ring:

"But, is there really such a good thing?"

Yotsuya Miko and the Wen clan duo rolled their eyes in unison.

Their captain had said this more than once. Although they understood that he was reminding everyone not to let their guard down, they couldn't quite put their finger on why.

So it's no wonder that middle-aged people these days have such difficulty communicating with their children.

At that moment, the ground shook again, but everyone present remained unmoved.

Since the strange occurrence of the crimson spear, this slight tremor has happened more than once, and I've long been used to it.

Everyone in the camp continued to run their own markets, some resting and some trading.

But at that moment, Miko Yotsuya covered her eyes: "Captain...you're really good at jinxing things."

"what?"

The three men immediately turned to look at the young girl in the JK uniform.

They know their teammates very well.

This seemingly delicate and frail high school girl with long, straight black hair possesses an almost terrifying ability to see things with spiritual vision. Even before becoming a superhuman, she was able to see things that ordinary people cannot see.

Now, she possesses an even more powerful ability to see, almost approaching the ability to predict the future.

Her face was deathly pale as she looked at everyone: "Let's make a call first. A tsunami big enough to sink the Japanese archipelago is coming."

?

Igarashi Horo spoke dryly, "Kiko... Uncle is just a little greasy, why are you making such a big joke?"

"If the situation was that terrifying, how could you still be so...calm?"

He couldn't continue.

Miko Yotsuya was trembling all over, and water began to seep through an inconspicuous spot in her easy-to-move-in sportswear.

It was missed.

It's a big waterfall, the kind.

The Wen brothers and Igarashi Horo began writing their wills on their phones with trembling fingers.

Last time they encountered two or three Nue during a mission and almost fell into a fatal trap, they didn't make such a big mistake.

Far above them, the pure white pillars of light shining over the Celestial Empire underwent a dramatic transformation. They stretched infinitely upwards, like a hundred-armed giant raising countless arms, piercing through the atmosphere and soaring directly into the vast starry sky.

Satellites around the world issued alerts and all observed this anomaly.

But none of them touched those hundreds of beams of light.

At this moment, the outer space is filled with Chinese satellites that have changed their routes and are converging.

The beam of light passed through the satellite as if it were nothing more than an illusion.

But to all those who had gathered urgently, what they saw was a terrifying situation—the speed was too fast.

It was clearly a solid beam of light, almost tangible, yet it was spreading out at a speed beyond human perception, and it was getting faster and faster.

"Can you calculate the speed?"

The French Prime Minister, in his capacity as the current rotating president of the European Union, made inquiries to the world's largest astronomical observatory in Chile, located in southern Europe.

The reply came in a seemingly hurried tone: "Based on our observations, even calculating the time it takes for those light beams to reach the satellite, it's only twice the third cosmic velocity, which is close to 32 kilometers per second. But..."

The French prime minister was speechless for a moment.

The third cosmic velocity means being able to escape the Sun's gravity and leave the solar system.

Twice the third cosmic velocity, and you still dare to use "but"?

He vaguely made eye contact with the advisors who had arrived on short notice, and then looked at the projection of the other EU member state representatives.

Everyone's faces turned ashen, as if they had caught the unspoken message from the observatory scientists.

"But what?! Why aren't you saying anything?!"

The astronomer's slightly trembling voice came through: "But this speed is within the atmosphere. We thought that the light beams would accelerate outside of space—if they really had aerodynamic problems."

Before the leader on the video call could get angry, the astronomer was already rattling off words like a machine gun: "But this speed is wrong! Based on observations from astronomical telescopes and calculations aided by satellites, the time it takes for the light beam to reach the moon is definitely incorrect!"

"Three minutes! It only took them three minutes to get there! That's one-thousandth the speed of light, nearly 20 times the third cosmic velocity!"

The French Prime Minister tugged at his collar impatiently; the astronomer's shouts and pronouncements sounded to him like the ravings of a madman.

He turned to look at his advisors, who were also at a loss.

"It's actually accelerating?! At this speed?!"

The think tank members began a tense discussion, but their progress was interrupted after only a few words by a conversation being played on speakerphone:

"Jesus Christ! It's completely swallowing up all the small meteorites it encounters, as if it's feeding! What's going on?! It's actually accelerating!"

If one can see beyond the electronic signals in the telescope of an observatory, one can witness the magnificent sight of that beam of light traveling across the lonely starry sky.

The ever-extending pillar of light has converged into a path in the starry sky, starting from the blue cradle of the mother planet and extending into the boundless and silent universe.

The light path accelerated continuously, reaching the location of Mars in almost 10 minutes.