Those time travelers that year

332. This concludes the discussion.

For reincarnators, what ignites their passion is reward—a large reward, a reward that allows them to easily obtain sufficient benefits. Since they've already offended the Holy Temple and the Church, especially if the Holy Temple and the Church find out what they're planning, their reputation will plummet to negative levels. In that case, they might as well just wipe them out completely.

Then there's this guy in front of me... well, a weird psychopath. He doesn't seem like a good person, a complete idiot who looks like he's been through the wringer. Well, that's no big deal for a reincarnator anyway; it seems this guy is planning to go all out against the religious forces. Although listening to his venting makes you think he's definitely a psychopath with a case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), no matter what, he's powerful! Damn, he was just a D-rank trash before, and in the blink of an eye, he's skyrocketed to power. What's even more terrifying is that after killing that minor boss in the story, his strength actually increased again, and then he went even more insane, slaughtering everyone else.

Darkening, depravity, going mad... In many worlds, this situation is commonplace, such as Yuno Gasai... Therefore, the five members of the vanguard team are more or less aware of what will happen after this situation occurs.

That's an unparalleled form of adolescent angst, believing that nothing is wrong with them, and that the fault lies with others and the world itself.

While collaborating with this kind of eccentric and neurotic individual is certainly risky, it's okay; these individuals are often the ones who can bring the greatest benefits. Of course, you just need to be careful not to get scammed by them.

In any case, as long as the benefits are great enough, the reincarnators are willing to cooperate with such figures. Moreover, sometimes the presence of such a traitor within an enemy's ranks provides a better cover for their true intentions. After all, the big heist they're planning is nothing short of blasphemy!

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The news of the complete annihilation of the Templar Expeditionary Force spread throughout the entire supernatural world and the underworld more than a week later. Upon first hearing the news, many forces and beings wondered if it was an April Fool's joke or a prank by their underlings. However, after repeated confirmation, the astonishing news was confirmed. To hunt down those heretics who had challenged the Templars and destroyed churches, the Templars had dispatched four teams led by Templar Knights wielding sacred artifacts. Half of these teams had been ambushed; two Templar Knights were killed on the spot, and their sacred artifacts were stolen.

The two teams, consisting of several Templar Knights and over two hundred elite soldiers, all perished in a forest. Only one young knight named Zavisa, who was also a user of the Holy Relic, was found by a search party later sent out by the Holy Temple about two weeks after the incident, at the foot of a cliff.

Covered in wounds, with broken limbs and internal bleeding... it's fair to say he almost met his maker. Upon learning of this, Zavisa's father, the current Duke of Arliut of the Empire, rushed to the scene, even clashing with the church bishop over it. The family heir was nearly finished. Although he had previously been very unhappy with some of Zavisa's actions, the Duke of Arliut couldn't care less at this moment.

Similarly, both the Templars and the Church were extremely annoyed by this situation, annoyed by the powerful combat capabilities of these heretics, and also filled with fear. The deaths of the two Templar Commanders were a heavy and fatal blow to the Templars' high-end combat power. So fatal that those who were not originally at ease began to cause trouble, forcing the Templars to be busy and exhausted.

Furthermore, the changes in this world were far beyond the expectations of the Holy See and the Church. After decades of peace and stability, how could it have suddenly become completely unrecognizable? First, there was the incident in Earl Grey's territory, and then this upheaval—what on earth is happening to this world?

So no one noticed that while Zavisa was being rescued and sent to a hospital in the capital for temporary care, a mimicry mechanical insect, made of machinery far surpassing the technological capabilities of this world, was accompanying Zavisa to the capital.

The five members of the vanguard team found cooperating with this delusional lunatic quite enjoyable. This guy, who had somehow become neurotic, unsurprisingly chose to cooperate with them. The details of the cooperation were simple: to use the power of the vanguard's reincarnators to help Zavisa ascend to the position of duke and even launch a rebellion—a rebellion against the empire.

It was through this opportunity that the vanguard members discovered the outline of the faction's mission. This corrupt, degenerate, and delusional madman, while a member of a religious force, also belonged to the conservative faction within the Empire. Zavisa made no secret of his hostility towards the reformists, but he also harbored resentment towards his father, Duke Arliut, and the hypocrisy and treacherous nature of the conservative and reformist factions they had led for so long.

Now that he's fallen from grace and his ideas have become radicalized, Zavisha is plotting to kill Duke Arliut and take his place. Of course, once he obtains the dukedom, he'll unceremoniously ignite a civil war. While the vanguard team finds him rather...unpleasant, this is precisely one of their mission objectives, so it doesn't matter. Only in chaotic times and frequent wars will humanity choose faith to prevent their spirits from crumbling. Only in such circumstances can they obtain pure faith power, making it easier for the vanguard team to carry out their outlandish 'plan'!

……

“Seriously, do we really have to help that lunatic? I have a feeling something’s not right,” AP said to the other four.

"What's so strange about it?" Old Wang rolled his eyes. "Damn it, although I don't have a good feeling about that corrupted guy, at least his plan to disrupt this empire is perfect for us to score points, isn't it?"

“Old Wang is right!” Captain Wu said, “...Although I also felt that guy was strange, the mission has already been triggered. Are you planning to lose points?”

"Uh! No, that's not it!"

"Besides, this is also an opportunity!" Old Wu continued, "You know, ever since the Demon Team inexplicably perished in this world and died mysteriously, the other three teams have gone into hiding. To be honest, if we reincarnators want to hide, who could find us without the time constraints of a mission?"

"Now, as long as the empire is in chaos, it will force the other reincarnation teams to choose sides, thus exposing them. Only then can the team battles fully unfold. Don't forget, our team is arguably the weakest, but now, with Xiao Zhao's plan..."

"After the Demon Squad is wiped out, we will probably gain the greatest advantage in this mission world. If we don't force those hidden guys to speed up the final battle at this time, are you still planning to stay in this world and waste decades pushing the plot forward?"

Fourth update! This chapter is a bit weak, but anyway, the main world's plot is on hold, and we're getting ready to move on to the new world!

333. Creating clones

Xia Er ignored the little tricks of those reincarnators, nor did he have the inclination to. No matter how much these guys jumped around, they couldn't ultimately cause any real trouble. After all, in this world, the GM's authority was in Xia Er's hands. Even if these reincarnators were to use nuclear bombs to wipe out the world and create a nuclear winter, Xia Er was confident that he could reverse the process in the next instant and erase this outcome, which did not conform to his wishes, directly from the timeline of this world.

So he didn't bother with these matters, simply leaving them to his subordinates to handle. Now, after a period of effort, Charles has finally cleared the confusion in his mind and found the source of this confusion.

It was a signal, or rather, a piece of information, residing on the surface of his consciousness. Because of this information, whenever a signal was transmitted through Xia Er's thought process, it would undergo a complete 180-degree reversal upon encountering this signal. Good things would turn into bad, and bad things would be reversed into good. But overall, this signal hidden on the surface of his consciousness only made Xia Er increasingly confused. Moreover, this confusion wasn't aimless; on the contrary, it was purposeful and clearly defined.

You could think of him as a delusional, neurotic person who finds the world incredibly boring and then decides to destroy it.

This prank-like method made Xia Er feel quite dangerous, because the person who left the signal had no malicious intent, but that's precisely why it took Xia Er a long time to find the source of the chaos.

Of course, nothing is happening now. At least now, Xia Er no longer has the crazy idea of ​​playing a brainwashing music on an endless loop for all intelligent beings in the world.

"...Hmm, we don't need to worry about those reincarnators. They're unlikely to cause any major trouble anyway." After thinking about it, he not only had the dancer chase after them with a longsword, but he also handed over command of the Farron Knights, the Giant King, the Balrog, and the Dragon Hunter Armor to her. There was no way they could lose! Moreover, if they really encountered something they couldn't handle, she could directly draw upon his own power to go there, and if things went wrong, he could even teleport there to clean up the mess.

"Yes! That's right, this is a sure thing!" Xia Er made his judgment and then stopped paying attention to these things. He thought these reincarnators wouldn't cause any trouble, so he didn't expect that they would actually start a civil war in the empire and turn the world upside down. In the end, he accidentally dragged them into it.

Because he didn't have GM privileges to view the timeline of this world, Xia Er had no idea that these reincarnators were really planning something big. So at this moment, Xia Er shifted his attention away from the main world.

After dealing with the mental confusion debuff, Ciel began to address the issue of his clones. Firstly, he could simply utilize the Holy Grail system for the clones; after all, he wasn't a Servant, and without Command Seals and the Holy Grail system, he would be unable to draw magical energy and would return to Valhalla. Conversely, if his clones were sent directly to that world, they could easily take root there.

However, there's a problem: without using the pocket watch—once a component of a certain main god—Charles isn't confident he can hide it from the world consciousnesses. In other words, his clone can't be incredibly powerful, strong enough to dominate that world. Even if he could dominate, he'd have to suppress his power, otherwise, he'd face the world consciousness's backlash. He'd either pacify that world or be kicked out.

"In other words, at most, they can only use the level of a planetary god?"

"No! Some worlds are so vast that even planetary gods might not be able to contain them!"

"...Holy crap, at most I can only reach the Servant level?!"

It's not that Servants are of low rank, but few worlds with time-related artifacts are of low rank. Unless it's a world based on cinematic themes, like Tomb Raider or Harry Potter, which do have time-related items, but even then, Ciel doubts whether things that can directly reverse time can be used in other worlds.

"But we can give it a try!" Yes, let's give it a try. For example, if we want to go to another world, and we haven't decided on a threshold for the maximum combat power yet, why not just go and take a trip? Besides, although we don't have the coordinates for the Tomb Raider movie world, we do have the coordinates for the HP world! Back when he was a nobody, he wandered around there. Now, let's just consider it a return visit. In addition, what we're sending is just an avatar, and a avatar with its strength reduced to the Servant level. It won't destroy the world, and it certainly won't play a brainwashing song on repeat for everyone in this world and ruin it.

"Hmm, that's feasible!" Nodding, Charles began to deal with the clone's situation. First, he sculpted the character's appearance—oops, I mean, the templates—and tried to use as few as possible. After all, the combat power in that world wasn't strong; if Voldemort dared to appear in front of him, even a clone could easily kill him.

"First of all, I don't need to bring so many spellcasting systems with me. I know most of the spells in that world. The spells of those wizards can't even penetrate my magic resistance. It's easier and faster to just blow their heads off than to fight them head-on!"

Honestly, at this point in the Harry Potter world, the only thing that Ciel finds worthy of his attention is the Time-Turner, a device that's practically a divine artifact. Ciel thinks that if the Bronze Dragonflight of Azeroth could see it, they'd probably cry themselves to death in the bathroom.

In a sense, the HP universe may have once been glorious. After all, a world capable of creating something like a time-twister is bound to be extraordinary, even if it's just something that can be used in that world.

With that in mind, Charles immediately began creating clones. It was quite simple: using his own mirror image as a medium, he separated a part of his essence and merged it into the mirror image, then copied his thoughts and placed them in, and a fresh clone was easily created.

Because he needed to suppress his own power, Xia Er didn't equip his clone with too many templates. First, various melee skills were included, which was acceptable. Then, he loaded a Dota melee assassin hero template. Next, he pulled out two bootleg weapons from his own domain and gave them to the clone. One was a sword that could be split into a longsword and a shortsword, and the other was a gun. After all, what can you say? It's better to pull out a big gun and fire a burst of bullets than to pull out a wand and chant a spell in another world.

Ah, the long-awaited dawn! By the way, does anyone know what the protagonist's clone looks like?

334. Doppelganger

She wore a black dress with a cape-like garment draped over her back. Her neat, silver hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore a hunter's tricorn hat on her head, with a pure white feather embroidered on one side of the hat's edge. If there was anything similar, it was their identical pair of dark golden eyes.

"Really..." This "person," walking down the street, should have attracted attention from passersby with his appearance and attire, involuntarily sighed. People around him couldn't see his face, let alone notice his existence, which was originally a good thing. However, thinking about his current appearance and clothing, he had an urge to curse his own true form. Of course, upon reflection, cursing one's true form and cursing oneself seemed to be no different, didn't they?

So, as the saying goes, this is all the karma we created ourselves!

Yes, that's right, this silver-haired 'beauty' is Ciel, or rather, his clone that was projected into another world. However, when creating this clone, for some unknown reason, the character's face was accidentally sculpted into this form. Well, it's not really a face sculpting; it's just that the hair color was changed and the outfit was modified.

"But is he an idiot?" This clone of Charles covered his face with his hands, saying with exasperation, "Am I not him? What's the difference between him playing like this and being stupid!" Of course, there is a difference. As the original, he cannot actively go to other worlds, but as a clone, he doesn't need to care about this at all. Even if he is killed in another world, it won't matter in the slightest.

This is the guarantee that the evil gods can stir up trouble. Compared to the cannon fodder of the main gods, the evil gods prefer this way of 'going into battle' themselves.

"The HP world! It must have been so many years since I've been back here!" Looking at London at the end of the 20th century, Charles was filled with emotion. The last time he went to London was in the Marvel world, and the time before that was when he first came to the HP world. It hadn't been that long since his first visit to London in the HP world. Anyway, in these years, the Russians had brought themselves to ruin. While the Western "free world" was immersed in 'defeating' that evil 'red' empire, no one noticed that during this period, the one who truly reaped the benefits was the rabbit—a country that had always been invisible in this era and habitually used abstentions to slap the eagle in the face among the five permanent members of the UN Security Council.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Ciel; his avatar came to this world mainly for the Time-Turner. As everyone knows, the Time-Turner is a very troublesome thing (for wizards in the Harry Potter world), so the British Ministry of Magic has always kept these things, which can be considered 'artifacts' in a sense, very carefully.

And these things, in fact, aren't anywhere else; they're right there in the British Ministry of Magic. And the British Ministry of Magic isn't anywhere else either; it's right beneath Shire's feet, deep beneath London. Seriously, these wizards are like rats in the sewers—why are they so enamored with the underground?

Unfortunately, while Shire's clone possessed combat power at the upper limit of this world—enough to cut Voldemort in half and punch Dumbledore—it lacked the power to instantly tear apart the surface of London. This meant that there were no shortcuts to gain entry into the British Ministry of Magic; only the normal procedures would work.

The normal procedure was to find a dilapidated red telephone booth on a dirty street with a few run-down buildings, a bar, and a wall covered in graffiti. Of course, it wasn't easy to find, but it wasn't difficult either; it took Charles about ten hours to reach the destination. Naturally, there was a certain amount of boredom involved in wandering around London, which made him somewhat slow and hesitant in his actions.

“If these wizards were willing to engage with the real world, there wouldn’t be so many problems!” Standing in front of the red telephone booth, Charles sarcastically remarked, “Do you think a bunch of Death Eaters can cause any trouble with the help of the army?”

"Twenty RPGs, or even a single thermobaric bomb, and all the wizards in the Harry Potter world are no match for them!"

Normally, to enter the Ministry of Magic from the phone booth, one would first dial 62442, or MAGIC, before a receptionist would answer. However, Ciel didn't need such trouble. Although this was just an avatar, it was still an avatar of an evil god. So, after finding the phone booth, Ciel narrowed his eyes, and instantly the entire world transformed into countless lines and grids. He selected, copied, and pasted, and the next moment, Ciel vanished from the street and appeared in a very, very large hall.

It was late at night in London. Inside the foyer, only a wizard was dozing. The golden fountain of magical brothers continued to spray water, the only sound in the hall being the flowing water. The lax security was laughable. It wasn't that there were no defensive spells, but in Charles's eyes, those spells had long since been deactivated. Especially the hidden magical traps; Charles was speechless to discover that all the defensive devices had run out of energy and were now useless.

In other words, this well-decorated hall, in terms of security, couldn't even compare to the Shire's manor in the main world. No wonder the Ministry of Magic practically fawned over Voldemort when he returned; those guys were utterly useless.

Although the deeper parts weren't undefended, what use were all the defenses inside if even the main gate could be breached? With that in mind, Xia Er wondered if he should use a little surprise here to teach the wizards of this world a lesson in the cruelty of nature.

Snapped! ! !

Thinking this, Charles casually snapped his fingers, then turned his gaze to the dozing wizard. The sleeping wizard shuddered slightly, but didn't wake up. However, if we zoomed in, we would see that beneath the wizard's clothes, dense, dry hairs were sprouting from his skin—beastification. The process was slow, probably taking about a day to complete, but Charles didn't mind; it was just a small gift.

After secretly leaving behind a small gift that could likely plunge all of Britain into panic and nightmares, Ciel strolled to the elevator behind the fountain and chose the lowest floor, the ninth floor, where the Department of Mysteries was located. It was also where the Time Converter was kept. When the elevator doors opened, Ciel entered a circular hall. On the walls of the hall were twelve large doors, and the Time Converter was behind one of them.

"Unfortunately, I don't like deciphering!" Xia Er held the two swords, one long and one short, in his hand. "So, a little violence is fine too!"

The next moment, a crimson blade, tinged with the fire of dusk, shone forth. It swept across like a hurricane…

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335. The New World

He fiddled with the Time-Turner in his hand. This seemingly ordinary contraption, much like his pocket watch, was actually the most overpowered time-turner in the Harry Potter world. This magical item, brought back from the Harry Potter world by his clone—was completely useless!

Yes, that's right, it has absolutely no effect! It can't travel through time or take people back to the past. Of course, this isn't surprising, since Ciel had already expected it. After all, it involves the realm of time. If a magical item that can easily transport people through time in the Harry Potter world can still be used in other worlds, then there's a big problem.

"Just as I expected!" Charles nodded, unsurprised by the situation. Of course, while the Time-Turner couldn't be used in this world, it still possessed the power of time, albeit a very weak one. Immediately, Charles crushed the Time-Turner in his hand, pulverizing this seemingly miraculous item from the Harry Potter world. He then intercepted the time power within it before it dissipated.

"It's as weak as it gets." Feeling the golden, sand-like energy emanating from the extracted time power—some of it so small that even his little finger couldn't encircle it, like dust—Charles narrowed his eyes, then casually tossed these grains of time aside…

A chair was unlucky! The moment Sha Shuo touched that chair, it instantly became tattered and covered in thick dust, a testament to the passage of time.

“Although I can do this at will in this world with GM privileges…” Looking at the chair that had instantly become dilapidated, Xia Er shook his head, “but that doesn’t mean I can control time. In this world, the timeline is practically something that can be manipulated at will. But in other worlds, if I dared to do something like that, I would be targeted by the world’s consciousness.”

“Low-magic worlds are fine; those world consciousnesses can't contend with me. But starting from mid-magic worlds, unless I intend to destroy the world directly, I'll just be expelled by its consciousness,” Charles muttered. “If it's a high-magic world, then…” He shook his head. Right now, the most important thing for him is to understand the difference in time, rather than going to fight those high-magic worlds. However, without a pocket watch, the worlds his clone wants to travel to are too random. In the previous HP world, he had coordinates. However, a day or so passed for his clone there, but two whole days passed for him. This proves that time is not equal between different worlds; sometimes it's faster, sometimes slower.

"Forget it! Let's continue the experiment..." After thinking for a while, Charles decided to continue sending out clones. After all, it was more interesting this way, and nothing unexpected would happen in this world anyway. After making the decision, Charles naturally left the room and came to the outer edge of this world. Then, he randomly picked a direction and threw the clone out.

...A clone with absolutely no human rights!

"Have a safe journey and a pleasant trip!" Charles sincerely offered his blessings, ignoring his clone's complaints.

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There are countless worlds, practically infinite. As for their exact number, the glowing bubbles can answer you 'infinite'. Yes, the number of worlds is 'infinite'; it doesn't have a specific number. If we had to give a number, then that number would be 'infinite'.

Because every universe is likely to contain many parallel universes, like Marvel, which is an endless ring composed of a vast number of parallel universes. This is why the Shire dared to open the Dark Portal in Marvel; a single universe cannot represent the entire Marvel multiverse.

In the starry sky representing these worlds, a shooting star is streaking across the sky at an incredibly fast speed. However, this shooting star has no specific destination; it's simply wandering aimlessly. It's gambling on luck, hoping that some world will capture its image.

That's hard to say, because you don't know what those worlds are like. If you encounter some powerful ones, then it will be a cautionary tale for some King in Yellow.

However, it seems that this meteor was quite lucky. After experiencing hundreds or thousands of worlds, it finally arrived at the outer edge of a world, and that world did not react to it, naturally allowing the meteor to enter.

Like I said before, I was lucky...

……

When Charles opened his eyes, he found himself in a completely new natural scenic spot. Blue skies and white clouds filled the air with the fragrance of grass and trees. The surrounding scenery was dominated by lush trees, and the air was fresh and completely unpolluted. After getting up from the ground, Charles began to take in the conditions of this new world.

Rule suppression—none, magic suppression—none… In a short time, Charles determined that this was a world that could accommodate his power, and he wouldn't need to spend much time adapting to it.

"Well! If I had known, I wouldn't have downloaded the melee template and just loaded the spellcaster template directly. In this world, I could have roamed freely even without using my Heavenly Father-level combat power!" He slightly regretted that he had created this clone based solely on the melee template, as a precaution against being transported to a world that couldn't accept magic, or a purely Eastern fantasy or xianxia world, and where magic was rejected due to conflicting rules. "Sigh! Clones have no rights!"