Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Yukino Yukinoshita suddenly charged forward. In an instant, she transformed into four or five afterimages, dancing on the open stage under the night sky. Her movements, seemingly a magnificent dance, concealed deadly intent. Sharp swords and feet attacked from all directions, slashing and thrusting, towards the monster clad in the large helmet.

"Curse! Bind! Shape!" Kasumigaoka Utaha picked up her brush and wrote rapidly. Strings of characters flowed from the tip of the brush, climbing up the limbs of the monster called Evil God Shadow like ropes.

The next moment, the evil god roared silently, broke free of his restraints, and raised his katana to deal with Yukino Yukinoshita's attack.

But Fujimaru Ritsuka was waiting for him to be temporarily unable to extricate himself. He crushed the emerging flames with his hand, and several swords appeared out of thin air above Anichi Tomoya's head, like the Sword of Damocles judging evil, and fell heavily down.

With a clang, the swords struck a semi-transparent protective barrier that gleamed with a mixture of silver and black light, producing sparks.

"Ah, as expected of a hero. He launched a righteous sneak attack before I could even finish speaking. Really, really, really!" Aki Tomoya bit his knuckles, his eyes wide and indistinct as he mumbled, "So diligent!"

The sneak attack failed, and Yukino didn't linger with the evil god's shadow. After waving a few light blades to force it back, she retreated and the three of them stood side by side.

Yukino Yukinoshita frowned as she looked at her long sleeve, where splattered crimson blood had stained it, revealing a shocking hole.

"The corrosiveness is so strong?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up and saw that the evil god shadow did not continue to entangle, but instead took a few steps back and moved closer to the altar.

What do you mean?

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt increasingly uneasy. He looked at Aki Tomoya, who had also abandoned his admiration and was now casually crouching at the edge of the light barrier, grinning strangely. "You must be wondering too, right? I am too. But according to my divination, if you were the first to arrive, my success rate would be much higher. So I patiently lured the Special Affairs Bureau guys here, and as a member of the [Authoritative Authority Ruler], I summoned the Dark Overlord, the incarnation of Nyarlathotep, Lord Evil God Shadow, and connected it to the protective barrier. This ritual cannot be disturbed until Evil God Shadow is defeated."

"I don't even understand why, even with the first supernatural believer worshipping Our Lord as a beacon, our success rate isn't as high as yours. But then again, at such a sacred moment, wouldn't it be disrespectful to Our Lord if no one witnessed it? Ahhhhh! Our Lord is about to descend, my brain is trembling!"

Aki Tomoya covered his head with both hands, screaming wildly, and bent backward with force. His frenzied appearance made it hard to imagine that he was once a gentle otaku.

"That's enough. Tomoya Aki, if you still remember what you read as an ordinary person, you should know that arrogantly calling upon the Outer Gods is nothing but a path to self-destruction and a disturbance of their ancient tranquility."

Fujimaru Ritsuka launched a verbal attack, but unfortunately, her skill level was too low, and it had little effect.

Aki Tomoya tilted his head, a wide smile spreading across his pale face: "No way, no way, is that all you're capable of? Oh, I don't think so. You're just hoping I don't know, right? — Outer Gods, gods, they don't exist!"

He said no more, resolutely chanting the incantation. His blasphemous words interrupted Fujimaru Ritsuka's words, like a whisper from ancient times, constantly merging with the echo from the void: "Hear me! King of Infinite Space! Planetmover!..."

Amidst his incoherent speech, the old man on the altar let out inhuman screams, his body swelling up. His flesh swelled to the size of a stable, his skin splitting open to reveal strangely colored, gelatinous flesh. He began to resemble a gigantic egg, dozens of eyes opening from the cracks in his body, and dozens of arms sprouting from them. The ends of the arms twisted and split open, like the fangs of a deep-sea worm, or the trunk of an elephant, as large as a chimney pipe. His legs abruptly split off, transforming into short, fleshy tentacles, while the old man's face had half-melted, sinking into his swollen flesh like a small bump on a ball of flesh.

“..... Omega point! Lord of the Gate! Opener of the Way! The Oldest! All-in-One! The One by Life Prolonged! Umr At-Tawil! (??? ??????) Iak-Sathath! Yog Sothoth NAFL'FTHAGN!!! ......” Aki Tomoya’s incantation seemed to have entered its final stage. His hands were in a gesture, his fingers forming an isosceles triangle, hanging upside down on his forehead.

"Auntie!" The fat cat suddenly darted out from a corner, awkwardly standing on its hind legs and waving its paws in a strange manner, chanting a spell: "Merciful Lord of the Gate~ One who unites all things, this is not the right time for the stars, this is not the day of the end of all things, reject the request of the deluded! Here, return to where you belong, return to the peaceful abode beyond space and beyond!"

Having 90% of the original's memories, Aki-nyan decided to use the Yog-Sothoth Divine Sending Technique in his mind when he heard Aki Tomoya's incantation match his memories.

"So, I'm a cat who saved the world! Now, won't these people thank me properly? Maybe..." Anki-nyan thought smugly, then was horrified to find that the strange phenomenon hadn't stopped.

Instead, Aki Tomoya and Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at him like he was an idiot.

Aki Tomoya twisted his neck ninety degrees, revealing his clean white gums: "Sorry, I was just kidding. This is not my lord's summoning ritual at all."

38. Talking nonsense is a tradition of Type-Moon/Yu-Gi-Oh!, you have to try it.

"I haven't read many books, don't lie to me! This is clearly a ritual to summon Yog-Sothoth, isn't it?" Aki-nyan looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a look of utter despair, but in the end, it was disappointed.

"I was wondering why you followed me here so confidently..." "Didn't you drag me here by force?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka scoffed, "Your struggles were so weak, like a long-deprived widow opening the door in a semi-transparent silk robe when she hears a knock at midnight."

He ignored the distraught Aki-neko and went straight to Aki Tomoya's eyes: "Question: How to summon a non-existent Outer God?"

In his [Eye of Karma], he could clearly see that the evil god's shadow was linked to the entire [Cave-Dreamscape]. Instead of wasting energy breaking through its defenses, he'd rather save his strength to deal with the upcoming big boss. After all, in this grand ritual, even the evil god's shadow should only be a resource for propulsion.

Aki Tomoya revealed a meaningful smile, then spread his arms and embraced the void: "Of course, our Lord must be born first! Come on!"

From beneath the altar, seven golden fragments emerged, floating uncertainly in the air. These fragments emitted a seven-colored radiance, and with each shifting light, countless beautiful and wicked visions arose in everyone's minds.

Kasumigaoka Utaha and Aki Nyan were not quite sure what it was, but Fujimaru Ritsuka and Yukinoshita Yukino, who had seen it in the underground cave, felt a chill: "Drops of the Holy Grail?! And there are seven of them?"

"Hehe~ You guys have pretty good eyes... That's right, our Lord's first follower, although a bit useless, was able to manipulate the burrowing worms through the ritual, and he actually managed to sneak in and snatch these, and this too!" Aki Tomoya grinned, arrogantly pulling out a strange device from the void. It was a strange object, a flat disc with different sectors, possessing a mechanical texture, yet radiating a dazzling magical light. "[PaperMoon]! I never expected that the den of demons in London would have such an unimaginable prototype."

With a loud slap, Fujimaru Ritsuka slammed his hand down on his face. He had no idea how many treasures were hidden beneath that demonic tomb in London. He wouldn't be surprised if the Ten Commandments were pulled out one day.

"What? So you knew too. When I ate the memories in the old man's student's brain, I thought it was a secret that was not passed down to anyone." Aki Tomoya showed a disappointed expression. "Turns out it's not such a rare thing after all."

No, this thing is very rare. It's an imaginary observation machine, one of the prototypes of the imaginary submarine in Scrap Dogs. Even if it's just a prototype...

He had a guess in his mind: could it be similar to the actions of some greedy maid?

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Seeing the puzzled looks on the faces of the people around him, he didn't explain immediately, because Aki Tomoya was already ready to move on to the next step.

The seven shards of the Holy Grail spun around [PaperMoon], and the torrent of magic transformed into a tangible storm, which was absorbed by the strange device in the center, causing the module to move.

Like the sound of shattering glass, the clear, cloudless sky surrounding the high platform vanished. To be precise, everything around the tower disappeared into an ambiguous chaos. Heaven and earth, wind and clouds, mountains and cities, monsters and humans, all turned into fleeting light, and even the eternally existing space fell into an eternal, unawakened dream, where even death perished.

The group, who were about to reach the lake, stared blankly up. In their vision, the towering tower had turned into a chaotic mass of colors, as if the world had fallen into a primordial dream before the creation of heaven and earth, before water and sky were separated.

"It is hereby declared that the Beacon of Yog-Sothoth has been established, the summoning ritual has been completed, and the method of severance has been activated. Therefore, the existence of Yog-Sothoth is real and undeniable. Cause and effect reversed!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka reluctantly sat down to watch Aki Tomoya begin his storytelling. It was an old Type-Moon story, well, it was mostly nonsense—but you have to admit, he had the talent. The King of Men could spout nonsense because he had dueling power, but Aki Tomoya, having collected the Holy Grail of Magic Polymer and obtained the Imaginary Observer, also managed to spout nonsense successfully...

Aki Tomoya's declaration stirred up huge waves in the imaginary space. He confirmed the facts of the illusory world line in an ambiguous position. With the characteristics of the imaginary space, he surpassed the speed of light and sent an undeniable message to the past. Through the consciousness of the shallow believers he had influenced in reality, it entered the sea of ​​consciousness of all beings.

That ocean of consciousness of all beings is naturally a deep and chaotic place of impermanence. In the endless and unrecognizable changes of consciousness, it/He heard a voice: "The existence of Yog-Sothoth is real and true."

A vast consciousness and belief were confirmed. Among the many ambiguous forces in the world, some things were confirmed and some things were eliminated. As a result, they were etched into the past, while the rituals of the present provided a beacon. An invisible and colossal thing crawled toward the world line.

"Hahahaha~~ That's right! Using the dream of all beings' consciousness as a metaphor for Azathoth, and using illusions and mist as the embryo for birth, confirming the existence of space, then the ultimate symbol of truth, the transcendent one who opens up space, Yog-Sothoth, the one who unifies all things, will appear here."

Aki Tomoya's face flushed unnaturally. The strange creature on the altar let out a mournful cry before being transformed into pure magical energy, gradually being consumed. The evil god's shadow and the protective light barrier were also completely drained. Behind Aki Tomoya, one after another, illusory monsters appeared, only to be drained as well. The volume of the Holy Grail Drop continued to shrink.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others still couldn't get close.

The altar was surrounded by cracks from which rainbow-colored light overflowed, like countless iridescent spheres. These were probably thought bubbles of some non-existent demon king in his deep slumber.

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly laughed. Her voice wasn't loud, but in this place where space and time had lost their meaning, it sounded like she was talking face to face.

Aki Tomoya rolled his bloodshot eyes, staring at him menacingly: "What's wrong, my Fujimaru-san? Why are you laughing? Are you perhaps praying to our lord for selfless love? Surely~~"

The ceremony had progressed to a point where he no longer needed to preside over it, and he could be left alone.

"Oh dear, I'm a little curious. Why did your divination say that the success rate of the ritual would be higher if I were present?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked with a hint of malice. "Could it be that it was supposed to fail?"

Aki Tomoya scoffed, then furiously scratched his face with his fingers, leaving bloody marks: "No!!!!!!!!!!"

The ceremony went berserk.

Chapter 39. Bingxixi is a terrible person (Third update, please subscribe)

It really exploded.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked as if she had expected this.

Aki Tomoya threw himself onto the altar, channeling all his magical power in an attempt to stabilize the ritual. But the emanating, flickering, and ever-changing spiritual light, visible even to the naked eye, proved that he was merely wasting his time.

"What's going on, Fujimaru-kun? Didn't that arrogant guy look like his plan was going perfectly?" Kasumigaoka Utaha asked, her eyes sparkling with questions, wanting an explanation from this man who seemed to have a script.

Fujimaru Ritsuka glanced at the altar out of the corner of her eye and raised her voice: "The divination result from Aki Tomoya earlier was that our arrival would increase the chances of the ritual's success. But we didn't do anything to make any progress in his ritual. From the perspective of stabilizing the anchor point and acting as a witnessing observer, it wouldn't make any difference if someone else were here. Oh, and that stupid fat cat's unexpected yet planned actions have nothing to do with us."

“But ever since I saw those seven Holy Grail fragments, I’ve had a theory.” Fujimaru Ritsuka mysteriously raised her finger and said leisurely, “A healthy soul resides in a healthy body. You should be able to understand that, right?”

"He accessed the sea of ​​the subconscious through various means, using it as a substitute for Satoshi. He then fabricated the concept of Yog-Sothoth based on people's beliefs and faith, simulated the Nameless Mist, and, with the aid of dreamscapes, rewrote the myth of Bubble's birth. That's quite impressive; most seasoned cult members don't have such a wild imagination. But..."

"But what!" Aki Tomoya cried out in anguish. His body was covered in wounds, the excessive flow of magic within him had torn countless holes, but what hurt him more than his body was his heart. He could not accept that his plan had been ruined at the last moment.

“That’s because you’re too obsessed with perfection.” Fujimaru Ritsuka raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. Having seen what he had in the mist and observed the entire process with his Eye of Karma, he had been keeping track of the ritual’s progress almost in sync with Aki Tomoya. “Reversing cause and effect, creating Yog-Sothoth, a higher-dimensional consciousness, within the Cradle Dream, and attempting to use the properties of imaginary space to help it traverse the past and present, to be born at this moment… But alas, it is ultimately nothing more than higher-dimensional information, and what about the carrier?”

"Seven drops of the Holy Grail! Including the Beacon, my offerings, and the offerings of all of you, and the entire Dream Realm, isn't that enough?!" Aki Tomoya was practically grinding his teeth to powder.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a thumbs up: "Very good, very decisive, as expected of the mastermind. However, the key is missing."

“Even an Outer God, an existence beyond comprehension, needs to [exist] for its first birth into the world. You want to use the seven drops of the Holy Grail as the key, right?” Fujimaru Ritsuka said, resting her chin on her hand in distress. “How come you guys actually know that the Holy Grail is related to the Third Law?”

Aki Tomoya looked horrified—he clearly remembered the knowledge he gleaned from the middle-aged man's brain, which mentioned that not many people knew about this.

Fujimaru Ritsuka clapped her hands, her tone cheerful: "But, while seven drops of the Holy Grail are equivalent to the Holy Grail, a mere drop of the Holy Grail doesn't possess the complete content of the World Decisive Battle: Heroic Spirit Summoning Ritual and the materialization of the Third Law!"

Although it was just a gamble, Fujimaru Ritsuka secretly wiped away his sweat, but he had another crucial reason: "Besides, even a truly perfect [PaperMoon] might not be enough to support a high-dimensional being of the same level as a Grand God to travel back in time!"

Aki Tomoya stood frozen in place, then suddenly vomited a large amount of blood and collapsed to the ground.

Ugh, Pinduoduo is such a scourge. Using a fake [PaperMoon] to ritually pull the entire tower into imaginary space—that's just asking for trouble!

This is like a novice driver who has the opportunity to drive a new car. Instead of taking the time to properly touch the headlights and smooth curves to develop a sense of connection with the car, he rushes to insert the key. Of course, this will cause the exhaust pipe, which has never been touched before, to become clogged and torn due to dryness.

Fujimaru Ritsuka clapped her hands, showing no sign of the smugness she felt from imitating Zhuge Liang's death speech against Wang Situ. Instead, she walked over with a solemn expression.

"What's wrong? You're not going to finish him off, are you? Take me with you! I'm going to kill this jerk who tricked me with my own hands!" The fat cat pounced at him, baring its teeth and claws, but was pulled aside by Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Get out of here! If I don't clean up this mess soon, I'm afraid I'll have to play ball."

He was about to walk forward when his hand was grabbed. Yukino Yukinoshita looked at him seriously: "What do you want to do alone?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha also stood on Yukinoshita Yukino's side, sharing the same hatred, as if to say, "I won't let you go until you explain yourself."

"...Have you noticed what's going on?" Fujimaru Ritsuka pointed to the area around the platform, where the chaotic landscape continued to churn without calm, and the faint sound of ancient songs drifted through the air. "We've entered the imaginary space, and that thing has anchored us to the false observation result of [successfully summoning an Outer God]. In other words, if we can't find a way to achieve—or at least reduce—the result, we won't be able to appear in the real world, and then we'll have to wait until [PaperMoon] can't hold on any longer..."

He spread his free hand and made a loud thud: "We'll only ever hover between reality and the future of [successful summoning], never reaching the reality of survival."

Yukino Yukinoshita and Utaha Kasumigaoka looked at him quietly and said in unison, "Are you confident?"

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other, well, their expressions were hard to describe.

“Of course, who do you think I am? I am Fujimaru Ritsuka of Chaldea!” Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a thumbs up and smiled brightly.

Yukino Yukinoshita let go of his hand, and Kasumigaoka Utaha watched him walk onto the altar in silence, their fingers digging into their flesh.

Then they both saw Fujimaru Ritsuka stagger, as if her legs were a little weak...

Seeing this, the fat cat covered its eyes with its paws and rolled on the ground, crying out, "I'm doomed! I should have agreed to Little Persian's offer! Even for a cat, losing its virginity is a 'saying, hoo-hoo'!"

Yukino Yukinoshita stomped hard on the fat cat's belly, her sadistic urges rising from their long-dormant state: "Shut up! Watch closely!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka waved his hand behind him to indicate that he was alright and took a deep breath. The scene before him was too bizarre. When he stepped onto the altar, he could clearly feel your future behemoth trying to pass through. The passage opened was too narrow to allow it to pass through completely, and the incomplete vessel could not attract it to rush over recklessly.

However, I can still make use of these things, right? Hopefully, these Holy Grail drops are from an old television set. If I hit them hard a few times, they might produce some reaction.

Remembering the vague yet familiar girl's voice he had heard in the mist, Fujimaru Ritsuka extended his right hand and began his ritual: "Declare!"