In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

............

Leonardo da Vinci's magic workshop.

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu looked at Olga Marie, who was still unconscious and enveloped in fluorescent light.

Da Vinci stood to the side: "Seriously speaking, the Director is still in a ghost state right now. He's just using the basic spirit body formed from the broken spirit foundation of that Saber. Without a real physical body, the Director definitely won't be able to wake up for the time being."

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded: "I think I understand the director's situation."

She stared intently at Olga Marie's sleeping face, which resembled Sleeping Beauty.

Director... please wait a moment. Mashu and I will definitely bring you back.

knock knock.

A knock came at the door.

"Please come in." Leonardo da Vinci's voice was very pleasant.

Romani Archman walked in.

"Doctor," Mashu greeted.

Roman nodded: "You three, come here first, I have something to tell you."

“I had a preliminary discussion with some staff and came to a conclusion.” He looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, “Ritsuka, who has served as Lord Anno’s Master, and Mash, who has become a half-Servant, must have already experienced the immense power of Servants.”

The two nodded.

"Considering that we are fighting against history, and that Singularity F, as part of human history, underwent that kind of change, we all agree that Chaldea's current strength is far too weak."

“So, Ritsuka, we hope you can use Mash's shield to summon a single Servant once again.” He looked at Mash. “Does Mash have any objections?”

"No, it won't happen." Mashu smiled and shook her head.

Roman smiled and said, "Then, come with me."

The four arrived at the summoning laboratory. Having had previous experience, Mash summoned the huge shield and placed it in the center of the summoning circle to better assist the summoning.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little nervous, as this was her first truly autonomous Heroic Spirit summoning.

"Which Heroic Spirit will be summoned... I can't wait." Mash looked at the summoning circle and swallowed hard.

The Command Seals on the back of her hand flashed, and Fujimaru Ritsuka began her summoning.

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Written at the end of the volume

Ah, Singularity F is over.

It's really fast. I wrote the Britannia volume in more than two months, but Fuyuki only took less than a month.

This volume is a bit watery. Thank you again for reading this far. I am truly humbled. Your support is always my greatest motivation.

I eventually saved Olga Marie because I really love the character.

I've been paying attention to the issues being discussed in the book club recently.

One is still the main character, but some people feel that the main character is too much of a plot device in Britain.

Ugh.

The protagonist is not a strong person. His life in Britain can actually be summarized by those seven suicide notes.

He just wanted to finish the mission as soon as possible, but in the end he actually lived in Britain.

Britain is destined for destruction; this is the fate set by the Counter Force. As long as the protagonist's power does not exceed that of the Counter Force, it is impossible to change this outcome. If Britain does not perish, then Britain will directly become a Lostbelt.

Another problem is that the plot is too bland and lacks excitement.

What I want to say is that this book is not intended to write about an invincible story where power levels are stacked up and one lives a carefree life. It is simply about depicting how a person lived in that era.

As for the protagonist's identity as a fake time traveler, it's not entirely useless; it's a foreshadowing element, reserved for later use.

Furthermore, the protagonist's memories of the modern world were actually erased by the suppressor; it wasn't that he just wanted to coast along.

The next issue is how to get it listed.

I am here, the evil criminal is here, and I promise that this book will not be published on the shelves, nor will it be abandoned.

However, I'm a working professional and I get off work at nine o'clock every day, so I don't have much time to update for everyone. I'm sorry. Right now, I'm consistently writing 3000 words a day, and sometimes I'll add more. Thank you all for your support.

As for the content of the next volume, the restraining force will throw the protagonist back into a new history.

Anor of Britain has been torn off and placed on the Throne of Heroes, and what has been recast is a new individual.

The location is 15th-century Florence, Italy.

Due to my limited knowledge, the historical and anecdotal references may differ from historical facts in some places. I welcome your opinions and suggestions, and I will try my best to make revisions to ensure accuracy and not disappoint you.

I want to try something new in this volume, so there probably won't be any battles or wars. Instead, it will be more focused on everyday life. I wonder if everyone will like it.

As I said before, I am writing this book with utmost trepidation, simply to tell my own story.

Thank you all for reading my book.

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Chapter 150 A New Life – Falgao Town

source.

Standing on the surface of the origin is a burly man and a fish.

Two beings gaze at the naked seventeen-year-old boy, the lost thread of origin, the thread of origin—ANO.

"The experiment of placing it in history was very successful," the fish said. "You can feel that the otherworldly aura on Ano has been significantly weakened."

The burly man nodded: "Yes, repeating this process a few times should be enough to throw him back into the source."

Anno's life was cut off, leaving only the tainted parts.

"The current Ano's memories have returned to when she was 17 years old, including the parts that we gradually deleted." The fish was a little distressed.

“It’s alright.” The burly man laughed heartily. “With the anti-pollution efforts intensifying, the space I have to manipulate will increase. This time, there’s no need for the troublesome step-by-step deletion process like in Britain, nor is there any need to be careful not to let him find out.”

Fish turned around and glanced at the burly man: "Alaya, you truly are the embodiment of human unconsciousness. It's best to keep this kind of thing discreet. After all, he's an ano, and who knows what might happen."

The burly man Alaya nodded: "I understand, Gaia."

Two entities have bestowed protection upon the Root Thread ano.

"Try changing his name. Although his real name (ano) cannot be lost, you can mix in something else besides his real name," the fish known as Gaia suggested.

"So, what is your name...?"

............

1465, April 1.

Near Florence, the town of Falgao (self-created).

It was the dead of winter, and the weather was freezing cold.

The boy sat by the stove, questioning the meaning of life.

"Where is this...?"

He appeared calm and collected, but was actually panicking.

More than ten days ago, he inexplicably appeared in this place, with the north wind howling and the snow falling like goose feathers.

But he was completely naked.

My memory seems to be having problems; I can only remember a very short part of it.

It seems someone once said that you should...become a useful person?

In short, he later fainted and was taken in by an elderly couple, who settled him in a place called Falgao Town.

crunch--

The wooden door opened, and an old woman entered.

Anno nodded in greeting: "Mrs. Anna."

The old woman smiled and nodded: "Good morning, Mr. Lorenzo Anno."

She patted Lawrence's head: "Are you feeling any better?"

On January 1st, she and her husband went into the city to shop and found the little boy by the roadside.

He was lying naked in the snow, suffering from a high fever.

The kind-hearted couple quickly contacted a doctor to treat Anno.

After nearly two weeks in a coma and semi-coma, Anno finally pulled through.

I've been awake for three days now and have finally regained my ability to speak and move.

It seems that there are still some aftereffects, like losing a lot of memories.

He only remembered his first name: Lawrence Anno; as for his last name, it had been forgotten.

"Thank you for your concern, madam, but I'm feeling much better now." Lawrence gave an embarrassed smile.

"Drink this bowl of mushroom soup, and have some bread." Mrs. Anna was a kind-looking old woman. "When you were unconscious a few days ago, we could only give you some sugar water, so eat more now."

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Chapter 151 Lucky Mr. Lawrence

Mrs. Anna sat opposite Anno, looking out the window at the still howling rain.

“It’s winter now, and it’s raining a lot, so everything is damp.” Mrs. Anna always had a warm smile on her face. “Mr. Lawrence won’t mind, will he?”

Anno smiled and shook her head: "I feel incredibly peaceful right now, how could I blame you, kind lady?"

The door opened again, and a bald old man walked in.

The old man had a serious expression, but he was actually a very kind person: "Mr. Lawrence, do you remember anything from the past?"

Lawrence scratched the back of his head, his eyes dimming. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ferdinand... I still can't remember."

Ferdinand brought in two bowls of mushroom soup and handed one to Mrs. Anna: "Poor young man, he doesn't even remember his own home."

The three of them picked up their mushroom soup bowls, looked out the window at the rainy scene, and drank silently.