Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

But why didn't this guy bleed any more?

Fujimaru Ritsuka barely recovered some of her magic power, using the remaining starlight to regain her balance as she fell through the air, and turned to look at their enemy.

Then he almost burst out laughing.

Even after losing the blessing of the Sea of ​​Wills of All Beings, he was still able to continue to glimpse the vague phenomena because he had already directly seen the true nature of the false Mother Goddess.

The tree that spanned the two worlds had all its roots severed, becoming a rootless duckweed, yet it still grew relentlessly, continuing to support the broken crown.

But without the support of roots, a gap has appeared between the present world and this place; they are no longer completely intertwined.

The broken crown is still being restored to its original state, but at the cost of the trees beginning to crack and break.

The scene before our eyes is that everything possessed by the false mother goddess of all things and the scarlet dragon serpent of all seas is being invisibly gnawed away.

First came the magnificent and splendid star rings floating in my mind, then came scales, flesh, and limbs.

With a soft "poof," even one of his bright, clear eyes disappeared, leaving only a dark, empty hole on his face.

At first, Fujimaru Ritsuka found it slightly amusing, but as time went on, her expression became increasingly serious.

He...could have completely given up on continuing to shape the throne of all things in His embrace.

Fujimaru Ritsuka could see it very clearly.

It is not the Throne of All Things that is constantly drawing upon His power, essence, and life force.

Rather, He continually sustains the seat—at the cost of His own survival.

The horrifying gnawing continued, and finally, the Throne of All Things was completed.

The false mother goddess of all things was reduced to an empty lunar base and a head that had lost its eyes; everything else was just a pile of white bones.

[As expected... I can't use too much power, otherwise I won't be able to complete the seat.] He carefully dragged the black strange point in his hands with his hands, which had become bones.

It was something indescribable, with a myriad of colors and forms, constantly changing from countless scenes of giant palaces, majestic thrones, temples of gods, and places of spiritual practice.

"does it worth?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at him.

Just seconds before, His bones shone with majesty and radiance, but now they are as loose as if they were weathered bones placed in a wasteland, weathered by lightning strikes, fires, rains, burials, and animal bites over millions of years.

[Worth it? The creation of the Throne of All Things was something I conceived many, many years ago. Back then... I wanted to tell him that I would build him a stable throne...]

The majestic and indifferent divine power faded from His face, and it became her.

His status had completely fallen, and the extreme will buried deep in his bones seemed to have completely dissipated.

But she looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with her dark, hollow eyes, as if she had never been blind.

She made her assertion: "[You are not him. Even if your souls are essentially the same, without your memories, you are merely a flower that resembles him.]"

“...Maybe.” Fujimaru Ritsuka picked up the Muramasa Tomomori sword in her hand and held it up to her.

There is never a correct answer to this question.

Just as Senji Murakazu and the Entrance King firmly believed, he was the same person the Heroic Spirits knew from before.

Just as the pseudo-mother goddess of all things before her certainly believed, he was not the one who, by chance, bestowed spirituality upon her.

[That's true. In my opinion, he's dead. I won't regret my ideals. It's just a pity... I'm only fully aware now that my obsession with creating the Throne of All Things was so profound.]

She seemed to be regretting something, yet she carefully pushed the crown to the other side.

Full of gaps?

No, it's a trap.

The lingering residual magic hovered around me in a more concealed way; it was still powerful enough to shatter me to pieces with a single blow.

So, aren't you going to take a seat?

Although she received no response, Fujimaru Ritsuka had a vague idea of ​​what might have happened.

Perhaps it's because we can't disturb them, or perhaps we still need to prepare for ascending to the throne.

If you kill us, perhaps we can ascend to the throne of gods and have a chance to make amends?

He clearly sensed that she possessed the will to survive.

My intuition told me I guessed right.

[What sharp eyes!]

Without warning, the broken-body false mother goddess began to move.

Since the trap failed, the option to conserve energy is gone, so let's use all our strength.

Except for the head, everything else shattered with a deafening roar, and a torrent of magic gathered in the remaining head of the false mother goddess.

She pursed her lips and exhaled.

This will be the wind of magic, carrying only its mass, driven by the magic of the higher-level beings, constantly splitting and shattering in the wind until it becomes spirit particles, and then completely shattering it in the Planck time frame before the spirit particles completely dissipate into the mysterious structure.

That would unleash an incomparably powerful beam of light, destroying everything tangible and intangible in the world, including everything she was facing at that moment, and even the world structure above the Deep Realm would collapse.

The boundaries between dreams, space, time, reality, and illusion will completely disappear.

Could Earth be plunged into even more complete destruction?

It doesn't matter. As long as no one in the deep realm interferes, she can use those few seconds to successfully fall into the location of the God's Throne in that undefended state. Then she can consider going back to the myriad phenomena.

Before launching the attack, she displayed an expression of absolute certainty—

This is something only her spiritual structure and body, with its unparalleled mass, could accomplish. People in the past could never have known it, and in less than a ten-thousandth of a second, everything was irreversible.

But she wasn't the only one planning to strike first.

[No need for mercy!]

In the instant the magic flowed, Fujimaru Ritsuka had already taken her first step, so fast that she even left behind a lingering image of herself in the same spot.

The struggle between the sun and the stars has remained unchanged since ancient times, traversing the eternal circle of light.

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka has entered a realm where she races against the sun and stars.

[Tiger, blazing brightly] is activated.

The Command Seal mark on his hand faded again, leaving only the last stroke.

The Noble Phantasm, powered by the Command Seals, transported Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind and body into a world where time seemed to stand still.

A peaceful world, a tranquil world.

Ahead lies a vast and magnificent ocean.

He saw the clustered spiritual matter being imbued with a trace of magical wind, saw her constantly narrowing, dark eye sockets, and saw the ever-changing colors of the divine throne.

At this moment, he recalled that distant day, a time when he was chatting with Senjimura.

[I simply wish to sever the many external factors that bind the will, thus restoring the path for free will to function.]

Interesting, something I said casually actually came true.

Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled from the bottom of her heart.

Flames overflowed from every inch of his body, and the illusory clones he conjured first collided with the solid spiritual matter, shattering it.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gripped the hilt of the Tomokari Muramasa sword, stroking the sharkskin on it.

Then let it be as that saying goes.

The clone collided with the spiritual matter, shattered, and cleared a path to meet the terrifying magical wind.

[All things are impermanent, subject to the changing of conditions.]

Fujimaru Ritsuka seized the inspiration, and the concept of the Noble Phantasm was quietly adjusted.

[May the fire of ignorance burn away the karma of the three realms.]

The crimson flames locked onto the formless object, while the sword blade was already poised to strike.

[The essence, revealed. The concept complete, the conclusion reached. Swordsmanship, at its climax. Let my rage overflow! This is my style – the Limitless Swordsmanship!]

Countless blades burst forth from the void. In the next instant of the consciousness of the Crimson Dragon Serpent of the Seas, she saw the crimson lotus flames and the blades intersect, with the lotus blooming and withering endlessly.

Unlike before, it wasn't a decisive, decisive sword of reckoning, a single strike to breach the city and annihilate its inhabitants. Instead, it was an endless, resilient sword, seeking only to break free from all constraints and find no true freedom.

But the tender lotus blossoming in the unknown is ultimately no match for the magical breath of a higher power.

After a few dozen seconds of fighting, Fujimaru Ritsuka was defeated, but fortunately, only a little bit of her magical wind remained.

Muramasa Tomokari slumped limply, while Ritsuka Fujimaru clutched the gaping hole in her chest, coughing up blood desperately. The last Command Seal symbol began to dim. The healing artifact bequeathed to them by their friend, the Count of Monte Cristo, began to glow.

However, even so, the one who wins in the battle is still...

[I have lost. Sons of man, you are truly worthy, having gained the right to rule the divine throne. Farewell then. May your rule continue until the end of time.]

The beautiful head of the False Mother Goddess of All Things began to dissipate, and the last expression she showed was one of relief.

Ah, it was just a nap, but it took a rather long time...

Fujimaru Ritsuka gasped for breath, relieved, and waved to his staggering companion.

Everyone helped each other up, and they all burst into laughter at the same time.

"But speaking of which... how do we get back?"

Someone asked a question that was difficult to answer. Everyone looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on a forgotten piece of loot—the Throne of All Things.

Perhaps, we'll need it to find our way back.

Fujimaru Ritsuka carefully moved over and poked it with the scabbard.

Great, no response.

"This thing is so big, who would know how to use it? And can it shrink down, holy crap?!"

The Seat of All Things shrank in response.

Three hundred, becoming a legend.

"Don't make it sound like some kind of magic staff... I'm feeling a lot of pressure." Fujimaru Ritsuka muttered to herself, looking at the object in front of her, feeling a little uneasy.

When the False Mother Goddess of All Things created it, it was something nearly three or four meters tall...?