Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Fujimaru Ritsuka pricked up her ears.

Senji Muramasa woke up and lay leisurely on the ground with his legs crossed: "Let me put it this way, that guy has started to move, but he will only be in a half-asleep state. If you can beat her awake, she should be fine, and she might even join your team. But if you let her leave the cave, she will definitely turn into the Dragon of Judgment, following the power of the curse in the dark."

He asked Fujimaru Ritsuka with a cold laugh, "Are you comfortable entrusting your safety to a group of strangers? Are you willing to spread this prophecy, the veracity of which is questionable, widely?"

"Sigh... since you've put it that way, I really can't stand the possibility of being let down by a terrible teammate. But can you tell me one thing? Even though the [Eye of Karma] doesn't have the ability to foresee things, how can you see so clearly?" Fujimaru Ritsuka had made up his mind—he couldn't bear the thought of being unable to help in a crisis. As someone with mild persecution complex, what would he do if his teammates let him down?

He'll definitely try to trick others into joining him next, but he needs to verify the accuracy of the information first.

But no matter how mystical the [Eye of Karma] is, it's impossible for an incomplete Servant's shadow to see the possible future in another world thousands of kilometers away through someone else's dream.

Unless Senji Muramasa stands up, smiles softly, scatters a bunch of flower petals on the ground, and then says that he is actually the dream elder brother who possesses one of the supreme far-seeing eyes, then Fujimaru Ritsuka will believe it.

Edmund gave Senji Muramasa a look that seemed to say: See, you can't fool him.

Senji Muramasa shrugged: "No wonder Edmund said his accomplices wouldn't be easily fooled. Even our earlier attempts to confuse you with real and fake news about your ex-girlfriends didn't work."

"Pah, we've had enough of the Emiya family's dog food. Let's get down to business."

"Sigh... The reason I can see it is because there is no distance between dreams."

Fujimaru Ritsuka frowned as she looked at Senji Muramasa, somewhat unsure of his meaning: "You mean, you can see the dreams of that ahoge (a type of goblin) beneath the London Cave? Since you don't have a contract with her, and excluding dream links, there's only one possibility: you are the white-haired conman Merlin himself?"

"...This name sounds a bit like a fist to me, huh?" Senji Muramasa immediately denied Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Your imagination is too rich. This is a setting that even the most daring science fiction writer wouldn't dare to use easily."

"Then how did you see it? Wait... [Between Dreams]"

"Yes, between dreams."

Senji Village nodded meaningfully:

"The Demon Cave is the dream of the world."

81. How wonderful it would be if the world were filled with erotic dreams about monster girls.

"The Demon Cave you know is probably a kind of alternate dimension formed by the birth of powerful monsters and the use of the magic of the earth's ley lines, as others have described."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded. This was roughly the understanding she had, both from her time in Tokyo and from the information Haruno had given her.

Senji Muramasa smiled and pointed out the error: "Theoretically, this statement is only partially correct. We can obtain memories of your daily experiences from your dreams, memories that your subconscious mind considers non-private, which are then recorded and made available for us to read."

"The biggest problem with people's understanding of the supernatural is that they only grasp the fact that the supernatural originated from [legends], but they haven't thought about why it originated from legends."

"In essence, all the strange things are the world's record of the consciousness of all living beings, born in the chaotic dream. The strange things are the result of the dream materializing with the help of these [foreign objects]. The Demon Cave is just a dream that the world sleeps a little longer."

Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but retort, "Gaia and Alaya? Then our world's Gaia must be the hundred-headed dragon Ladon, right? Having so many dreams at the same time."

"The consciousness of this planet isn't that active; it's actually in a complex state with the consciousness of intelligent primates. Besides, they're not human, so you can't think about them with human logic." Senji Muramasa corrected Fujimaru Ritsuka, then coughed. "Where was I just talking about? Oh, the Demon Cave is the world's dream."

"Because the Demon Cave is actually a dream, there is no concept of distance between the illusory dream that humans have and the real dream of the world [the Demon Cave]. Even though they cannot enter each other, they can still influence and affect each other."

Senjimura scratched the back of his head in distress: "Among these dreams, the Albion Tomb in London is the most unique, containing the most [other things] in this world. For some reason, there's also a Miss Artoria who doesn't want to reveal her name inside. The current situation is that both the end of the world and the hope of self-destruction have been guided into this largest and most unique dream. If Artoria doesn't wake up in time, as the one most qualified to bear the judgment and the legend of the end of the world, she will transform into a red dragon of destruction the moment she steps out of the dream."

"What I saw was the disappearance of the pillar of light supporting the heavens and the earth, and the red dragon emerging from the cocoon of chaos, sweeping across the surface. It was a future dream formed by the world combining all the legends, and if it is not stopped, it will only become a reality."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes sharpened as she stared at Senji Muramasa: "What exactly is the nature of this [Other Object]? And why is the ahoge's spirit origin also in the Spirit Grave Albion?"

Qianzicun spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know.

Edmund scoffed from the side, "My accomplice, don't bother. That useless man has no idea."

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately looked over with expectant eyes, hoping that my invincible, great and powerful Count of Monte Cristo had some brilliant ideas.

"Kuhahahahaha, wait and hope."

"He means I don't know either, figure it out yourself, hey."

"I really appreciate your translation, Master!" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the two suspiciously, hoping to see if they were trying to deceive her.

The two exchanged glances openly and honestly.

"...Let's just assume that these two respectable gentlemen might have suffered a concussion and amnesia. After all, they can't help fight anymore, so they can't possibly keep useful information to themselves, can they?" Fujimaru Ritsuka mocked the two lodgers with a sarcastic tone.

Senko Muramasa said that if we didn't have to talk about serious matters right now, he would have teamed up with the seaweed head next door for a two-on-one fight.

Edmund agreed with what his neighbor said.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stretched lazily, completely unconcerned—it was just a battle of attrition at most, who was afraid of who?

"Speaking of which, are you sure which one it is?" Fujimaru Ritsuka thought to himself as he recalled the pillar of light he had mentioned. "That pillar of light should be the tower at the end of the world, [Rhongomyniad], King Arthur's Holy Lance, which is located at the end of the world's inner and outer sides."

Senji Muramasa hesitated and gave a bitter smile: "When I saw the red dragon, I saw countless curses and felt a divine aura as if it had reached the end of the world... It was like the ruthless King of the Wild Hunt, the Lord of the Storm; and it was also like a goddess who had received the world's blessing and possessed qualities like a god and a monarch."

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face was a little pale: "Ah, I think this is probably the worst possible outcome..."

The three exchanged a glance and said in unison, "The two sides of King Arthur, the Lancer class, have been combined."

Fujimaru Ritsuka rubbed her temples: Possessing the curses and evil thoughts of 600 million people, holding the power to temporarily return both the inner and outer sides to the distant ancient chaos, plus the bloodline of the red dragon, she is practically a main template for the Doomsday Judgment, a strong candidate for the Beast Class.

"I just hope there aren't any unreasonable Beast-class beings in this world, so I can at least barely fight. I'll just drop a nuclear warhead and take it in later." Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Hahaha... I suppose the holder of the Tower of the End should be able to take a nuclear bomb head-on, right?"

"Then you'll die together, or even if you manage to escape, you'll become one of the worst terrorists in human history. My accomplice, are you planning to spend the rest of your life in Yves Prison?" Edmond Dantès said that he was going to start a lecture series on 100 tips for improving prison life now, just in case.

"Just kidding, hahaha..." Fujimaru Ritsuka's dry smile was not convincing at all.

Senji Muramasa sighed: "You've already forgotten my request. Just wake her up! All you have to do is withstand about dozens of attacks from space-based weapons, rush in front of her, block the attack she uses out of instinct, and give her a hit or two of [Wu Yuan Sword Technique].

"One or two?" Fujimaru Ritsuka stared intently at him, as if to say, "Don't even think about leaving until you give me a clear answer."

"A self-destructing level [Sword of No Element] should be enough to wake him up in one hit, right?" Senji Muramasa rubbed his nose and turned his head away.

"You really know how to make Hell difficulty sound so simple, Master." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed. "Thanks, Master. I know what to do now. Is your way of encouraging people to just put the bloody reality directly on their shoulders?"

"I've made up my mind. As the saying goes, 'Delay your proclamation and stockpile provisions.' I'll use these two weeks to quickly accumulate resources, and while I'm at it, I'll connect with others, acquire more weapons, and find some cannon fodder. I'm determined to make this happen!" He rallied himself, then pulled the Count of Monte Cristo and Senji Muramasa aside for a long chat, discussing their plan. After quite some time, he finally disappeared from the dream, satisfied.

The Count of Monte Cristo stood there and said, "We only know the answer, and we don't know much about the cause and effect, but are we really not going to tell anyone?"

Senji Muramasa had already picked up his hammer and was forging the blade as usual: "What's the point of saying anything?"

"That's true... telling him the truth, which is incomplete and without any context, would only cause him unnecessary trouble."

"[You're half to blame for the state of this world.]" or something like that.

82. No, I need to find a way to trick them into going.

"Those two definitely didn't tell me something. But it probably isn't anything crucial." Fujimaru Ritsuka woke up from her dream again, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

In the past, we would fight each other in our dreams, and when we woke up in the morning, we would be grumpy and groggy, and it would take us at least half a day to recover. Today, thankfully, we just went to tell a crosstalk routine with the two of them, so there was no mental strain.

"Sigh, I'm grumpy in the morning..." Fujimaru Ritsuka stood in front of the mirror, brushing her teeth and rinsing her mouth while thinking about the dragon in London who was going through a grumpy morning phase.

In Mushroom's writing, there's an "if" scenario where Artoria abandons the Holy Sword [Sword of Oath and Victory] and instead uses the Holy Lance [Lance of the End].

It has to be said that Curry Stick is inferior; Rhongomyniad is far more powerful. Aside from rapidly growing into a voluptuous older sister, the ending for Fujimaru Ritsuka, whether black or white, is better than that of the original flat-chested King Arthur after wielding the Holy Lance.

The black-clad Artoria, whose life story is little known, is only known to have been a tyrant-like figure, manifesting as a ruthless killer. Through the legends of her later being known as the King of the Wild Hunt, she halted her goddess-like transformation and became connected to an unknown curse of the Holy Grail. Theoretically, she could be linked to Odin and others, as well as to the evil within humanity.

The white-clad Artoria is even more satisfying—compared to Saber, the Holy Sword wielder, she is calmer, more composed, and more rational. Having wielded the Holy Lance for only ten years, she hasn't fully become a goddess and still retains humanity. Reigning over Britain, she is a more ideal ruler. Even after her death, she never sought the Holy Grail. If Bedivere had returned the Holy Sword to her, she could have peacefully returned to heaven after the Battle of Camlann, entering the fairy realm of Avalon and becoming a Heroic Spirit.

Of course, the worst possible scenario for White is that Bedivere doesn't return the Holy Sword, causing White Lancer Artoria to completely transform into the Lion King, and become the goddess Rungominiad, who is dominated by pure divinity.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka thought that the two of them seemed to have lived better lives than the blue ahoge (sharp hair stick) when they were alive.

The black-clad tyrant, due to writer Sakurai's laziness, has not revealed much information, but he always felt that being a tyrant and a ruthless dictator from the beginning was more comfortable than having to shoulder the burden himself and being yelled at by his traitorous subordinates for not understanding people.

As for the White Saber, she is even more remarkable. She has been designated as the ideal king, and she doesn't seem to have any regrets after the Battle of Camlann. She quietly enters Avalon, which is definitely more comfortable than the Blue Saber who is hiding in a drawer looking for a time machine.

In conclusion, it seems that only large breasts can win people's hearts.

No, it's that the Holy Lance is far superior to your Holy Sword!

Fujimaru Ritsuka spat out the water from his mouth and pondered whether the above discussion of merits and demerits could wake that guy from his dream. After all, he really didn't want to fight.

Putting everything else aside, he could already imagine countless buffs that the world's consciousness could bestow upon her in her dreams. Things like being an Odin accessory, a fellow King of the Wild Hunt, or an Endless Red Dragon accessory, not to mention the possibility of two sides being merged. A Lancer transforming into an all-A King, capable of unleashing various AoE attacks—just thinking about it terrifies him.

"Well... but the benefits are pretty great too. If we really defeat her and get an upgraded version of Gunslinger, we'll be able to do whatever we want. We can come back and overthrow the old guard, becoming the second-strongest force after the Big Five."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was thrilled. With such high returns, it would be a disservice to her life, born in a capitalist country, not to take the risk.

Wait, it seems like the Japanese often do things that wouldn't even be done in feudal society? Oh well, never mind.

Even in feudal society, when fighting a war, you need to find some people to lead the charge for the king.

With that in mind, he started frying the saury while making a phone call to Kaiki Nishu.

"Hey? Fujimaru, you've got news?"

The sound of the shell boat was still as lacking in pitch as usual, but there was a hint of fatigue that was hard to detect.

"Hehe~ Mr. Kaiki Deishuu, it looks like you've been working all night. I didn't know you were such a caring person to your family and friends." Fujimaru Ritsuka held her phone between her shoulder and shoulder, flipped the saury over with a spatula, and teased the person opposite her.

"Hmph. If you knew how much debt that brat Hikigaya owes me, and how much that guy Machio Meizou owes me on credit, you wouldn't say that." Kaiki Deishuu clicked his tongue and said listlessly.

Fujimaru Ritsuka laughed: "You say you're not worried? Haven't you extended credit to any other customers?"

"Of course there are. In this economy, how can old customers settle their payments immediately? Wait... I contacted a few guys last night. They've only been gone for less than a week and are still within their stay period. Could it be that they're also..." Bei Mu Ni Zhou became melancholy and distressed, like a priest facing his mentor's back but being ruthlessly pulled away, filled with indescribable sorrow.

Fujimaru Ritsuka put the saury from the pot onto a plate, sat down at the table, and then answered him: "bingo. According to information whose source I cannot disclose but is absolutely reliable, a huge creature has appeared beneath the London Cave. Many of the monsters inside have spontaneously revolted out of their desire to escape threats at the top of the food chain."

"...Damn bureaucrats! I told you, our Reform Society should send people to supervise the management of the Demon Cave. It's ridiculous to hand it over to the government and their subordinate superhumans." Kaiki Niishu coldly mocked the group of organizations that were fighting for the right to supervise but were unwilling to give in. But after waiting for a while, he didn't hear Fujimaru Ritsuka speak. He only heard him quietly sipping his soup.

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, I'm telling you, your friend has already fallen into this trap, why aren't you furious yet?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka put down the soup, let out a satisfied yelp, and replied irrelevantly, "It's so comforting to have some soup made with white radish and seafood in the morning."

Bei Mu Nishu twitched his lips on the other end of the phone, feeling that young people these days are really too hard to fool.

Logically speaking, the combination of short-sighted, power-hungry colleagues in the industry, incompetent officials in government positions, and companions whose fates are uncertain should ignite the passion of teenagers. Why are they so calm on the other side?

Fujimaru Ritsuka served herself a bowl of white rice, but didn't eat it right away. She just waited for Kaiki Deishuu for a few dozen seconds before speaking up: "That kid Aki, as long as he doesn't risk his life, the famous horse Brilian Draco and the Armor of the Nine Great Men can protect him so he can at least escape. And he definitely won't take Komachi down to the Demon Cave with him. As a die-hard siscon, I believe he can't possibly get out of there."

"I'm telling you this news purely so that you, with your extensive network, can be used to spread the word within the industry."

"The dragon beneath the demon's lair is awakening. If we don't investigate now, we'll miss our chance."

83. You go first, I'll be right behind you.

"Dragons? But we've encountered some surviving dragons in Albion, the Tomb of the Dead." Bei Mu Ni Zhou pondered for a moment, sensing something was amiss.