In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

Behind him was a blue sky, white clouds, and a sun-drenched world he had been away from for so long!

The road to freedom has been paved; all that's needed now is a gentle push...

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A blank stare appeared on Yanan's face as he stared at the door that had opened by itself before he could even exert any force.

What's going on? Does this door have a built-in sensor system?

A crimson spear pressed against his neck, while gentle words echoed in his ears:

"Where do you want to go, my sweet child?"

A familiar figure stood behind the door, long purple hair flowing smoothly down her back, a purple gown from the Age of Gods outlining her alluring and mature body, and a hint of playful amusement in her wine-red eyes.

"Mother...Mother..."

Yanan involuntarily took a few steps back, his throat bobbing involuntarily, large beads of cold sweat appearing on his forehead: "Weren't you...out hunting...?"

“If a naughty child wants to run away from home, how can I, as a mother, just leisurely stroll around outside?”

Scáthach sighed: "Go back, Anahn. With me here, you won't get out."

Yanan was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mother, I have a reason to go out."

"Why?" Scáthach frowned. She had never described the outside world to her adopted son, so why he insisted on leaving.

Humans often feel fear towards the unknown, but Yanan inexplicably had a great interest in that land he had never set foot on.

Could it be that someone has bewitched her child somewhere she doesn't know about?

A hint of coldness flickered in her wine-red eyes. If that were the case, she would definitely catch that cowardly rat and let him experience the wrath of the Queen of the Shadow Kingdom.

Anann stopped answering, his hands surrounded by black and white light that coalesced into a strangely shaped weapon.

It was a huge knight's lance, made entirely of a mysterious white metal, with sacred patterns engraved on it.

"This is……"

Scáthach's eyes widened slightly. The wisdom from the magic mirror told her that this weapon, which she had never seen before, was filled with primordial life force!

Why would such a weapon exist in a world of death?!

And how did her child get this weapon?

She gripped the scarlet spear tightly. Sure enough, somewhere she didn't know, those filthy rats had bewitched her child!

"Please step aside, Mother, I... do not want to fight you." Holding the holy white spear, Anan's previously pale complexion returned to normal at a visible speed.

“Anan, I don’t know what those rats told you that made you willing to fight against me to leave this place, but…” Scáthach raised her spear, her wine-red eyes flashing with an icy coldness, “Besides being your mother, I am also the Queen of the Land of Shadows, the ruler of the Silent World. It is my duty to protect this place and separate the boundary between life and death.”

"But I'm still alive, Mother," Yanan said helplessly.

"..."

“Then let me teach you another lesson, child,” Scáthach said with a smile. “The more beautiful a woman is, the more unreasonable she is.”

Cú Chulainn, trapped within the runes, pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but noticed Scáthach's cold gaze directed his way, so he obediently shut his mouth.

He certainly didn't want to one day actually turn into a showerhead.

Scáthach turned to look at Anaun, and suddenly a powerful, dragon-like aura erupted from her, causing Anaun to involun to take a step back.

The white knight's lance emitted a warm light, helping Anan to share the pressure from Scáthach and barely stabilizing his uneasy heart.

Yanan took a deep breath, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, and gripped the knight's lance tightly.

Boom boom boom boom!!

Just as he was about to take a step forward, a thunderous sound suddenly erupted in his ears.

The three of them looked in the direction from which the explosion came from.

Beneath the dark and gloomy sky, a gigantic eyeball rises from the shattered mountains, surrounded by a tangible, pitch-black magic.

"The Evil Eye Lord Balor!?" Cú Chulainn couldn't help but gape. "Wasn't this guy supposed to be asleep? How did he suddenly wake up!"

Yanan was the first to come to his senses, his eyes flashing, and he turned and rushed toward the door without hesitation.

Scáthach was momentarily stunned by Barol's awakening and was too late to stop Anaun.

Goodbye, Mother. I will often think of you in my dreams.

A broad smile spread across Yanan's face, and just as the door was about to close, he tossed something he was holding inside.

"This is a gift for you, please take good care of it~"

Scáthach instinctively caught the object, but in doing so, she lost her last chance.

Looking at the completely closed door, a bitter smile appeared on her face.

She looked down and saw something lying quietly in her palm...

A brightly colored lily in full bloom.

Chapter Three: The Road to the Future

The scarlet spear sliced ​​through the air and instantly pinned a half-human-sized demonic boar firmly to the rock.

Even so, the demonic boar did not die immediately. Vein-like patterns flowed across its black skin, and its eyes were filled with the ferocity and savagery of a wild beast. Its struggling body caused the spear and the rock to tremble.

A black-haired, black-eyed boy emerged from the shadows, a massive knight's lance appearing in his hand. The holy white patterns instantly turned into a somber, pitch-black color, with an aura of "death" swirling around it.

Seemingly sensing something, the demonic boar struggled even more violently.

"Don't be afraid, it'll only hurt for a moment."

With an innocent, elfin smile on his face, the boy gently pierced the tip of his spear into the boar's body.

"hold head high!!!!"

The demonic boar let out a piercing howl, then gradually fell silent.

The crimson spear and the white knight's lance disappeared together. Anan gathered some branches nearby, lit a campfire with runes, skillfully gutted the boar, washed it with water, cut it into uniform pieces of meat, and then roasted it over the campfire.

By the time the meat was almost cooked, it was getting dark.

Yanan leaned against a rock, eating meat while gazing at the star-studded night sky.

It was a sky different from the Land of Shadows. Although it was equally dark, it made people feel a sense of vastness from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the taste of freedom.

It had been half a month since he left the Land of Shadows. He swam across the ocean and arrived in Britain on the other side of Ireland, without encountering any obstruction from Scáthach along the way.

It seems that the resurgence of the Evil Eye Demon Lord Balor has indeed brought her considerable trouble.

But Yanan wasn't worried at all. His mother was the ruler of the Land of Shadows, where she was invincible. Dealing with troublesome enemies was just a matter of taking a little more time for her.

So instead of worrying about her, you should focus more on your own affairs.

"We should arrive at Tyrell tomorrow, if that old hunter who took half of my magic boar wasn't lying to me."

Such a thing is unlikely to happen; this is the fifth century AD, and people here are still quite simple and honest.

"Not having a cell phone is really troublesome. I wonder how long it will be until the day of the election of the king."

Yanan scratched his head, looking at the virtual panel in front of him that only he could see.

[Mission 1: Escape from the Land of Shadows (Completed)]

[Quest Reward: Twelfth Divine Key - Key of Erosion - Jizo's Soul]

[Task Two: On the day of the king's selection, pull the sword from the stone]

[Quest Reward: Eighth Divine Key - Key of the Mind - Feather Crossing the Dust]

From the very first day he opened his eyes, Yanan understood his situation.

He traveled to the world of Type-Moon and became the adopted son of the Queen of the Land of Shadows.

In this era where time travel was as commonplace as eating and drinking, he quickly accepted the status quo. However, when he saw the knight's lance, his mind went blank for a moment.

Why did the Divine Key travel through time with me?!

As a player who is proficient in both Type-Moon and Honkai Impact 3rd, he naturally recognized that the knight's lance was the sixth divine key made from the core of the Herrscher of Death—the Creation Key: Black Abyss White Flower.

He initially thought it was just an accident, but the system notifications that followed helped him gradually understand the situation.

Simply put, as long as he can complete the mission, he can obtain the Key of God. As for the Black Abyss White Flower, it can be considered something like a beginner's gift pack.

However, none of these tasks were easy to complete. He prepared for the first task for more than ten years, training hard every day and trying to hide his mastery of runes. He went through countless hardships and finally completed it by luck.

If the first task was so difficult, the second task was naturally not as simple as it seemed.

Before his death, King Uther made a will in the presence of the great sage Merlin, stating that whoever could pull the sword from the stone would become the king of Britain.

This is common knowledge.

To prepare for the day of the king's election, countless knights are eager to compete, promising an unprecedented spectacle.

But Yanan knew that this wasn't the worst of it.

The most difficult part is that this royal selection was a hoax from beginning to end; the real king had already been decided in advance.

Artoria Pendragon, an artificial red dragon created by King Uther and Merlin, was destined to be the eternal ruler of Britain from the day she was born.

Anan had no real desire to become king, but Merlin had already enchanted the stone sword, and no one except Artoria could pull it out.

This is a performance by Artoria alone. The script was written the moment King Uther died. Apart from the girl destined to become King Arthur, everyone else is just an audience.

"We'll just have to see how things go. If we get the chance, great. If not... well, we'll just smash the chessboard."

He wouldn't give up easily, especially since it was the Key of God that controlled the power of the mind. Anyone who had read the story and the comics knew how useful it was.

The nickname "Shenzhou Tablet Tool Man" is largely based on Yu Duchen.

After all, even a pufferfish that controls six cores has suffered a setback in this regard.

"what!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the night sky, like the cry of an owl.

A faint smell of blood reached Yanan's nostrils, and he could faintly hear the clanging sound of metal clashing.

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