Zongman: The post-2D era

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappled onto the spider's cold body, giving it a layer of faint blue glow and making it look even more ominous.

The spider's eight legs are gently curled up, as if ready to embark on a silent hunt at any time.

Oreki stared with bated breath. Although he was extremely reluctant, for Chitanda's safety, he had no choice.

He slowly stretched out his hand and lightly touched the cold body with his fingertips. An inexplicable chill instantly spread along his nerves throughout his body.

"Why don't you burn it yourself? Why do you have to make me do this?"

Oreki's hands trembled slightly, but he resolutely placed the spider girl's true body in the middle of a pile of yellow fallen leaves. The black figure was out of tune with the surrounding autumn colors and looked particularly eerie.

He took a deep breath and took out the slightly old matchbox from his pocket. His fingers were a little stiff due to nervousness. He lightly scratched the box and a faint spark jumped on the edge of the box, instantly lighting the only match in his hand.

The flame flickered in the dim light, illuminating Oreki's resolute face. He carefully placed the match close to the pile of dead leaves.

At that moment, it was as if time had stopped. The dead leaves were quickly ignited, and the flames spread rapidly, making crackling sounds that intertwined with the occasional sound of the wind around them, forming a strange symphony.

"If I touch the spider girl, it will instantly undergo a huge change, but in your hands, in this ordinary world, it is just a spider."

As Feng Feng finished his words, his figure appeared particularly profound in the light of the fire, as if at this moment, he had a subtle resonance with the surrounding space and time.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing outwards, and gently covered his right eye. There was an indescribable solemnity and mystery in that action.

As his eyelids slowly closed, a strange light quietly surged in his closed right eye, as if the scene of another world was surging inside it.

Everything around me seemed to be still, even the crackling of the flames became distant and blurred.

Oreki Houtarou could feel an invisible force gathering in the air, a wave that transcended nature and came from an unknown realm. He stared at Feng Feng, and his heart was filled with unprecedented shock and uneasiness.

Feng Feng's right eye clearly showed the burning flame of the spider in front of him. His closed right eye seemed to share the vision of April 1st Junxun and Li Huayin. The shadow of the female spider in the eyes of the three people also began to burn.

In the flames, the spider girl's body began to twist, and the black shell gradually lost its luster in the flames, emitting bursts of pungent burnt smells, accompanied by crackling sounds, as if the demonic power imprisoned in its body was struggling in pain.

The strange light in Feng Feng's right eye became brighter and brighter, reflecting the blazing flames in reality, forming a scene that transcended reality.

In his "field of vision", the figures of April 1st Junxun and Li Huayin vaguely emerged. They were standing in different spaces, but they were all staring at the same burning flame, and the gradually disappearing shadow of the girl spider was also reflected in their eyes.

The flames reflected in their pupils, like runes in an ancient spell, foreshadowing a certain transfer of power and the re-establishment of balance.

There was an indescribable solemnity and solemnity in the air, as if the whole world was silent at this moment, just to witness the end of this ancient curse.

These are three worlds, three matches, and the third cremation!

Chapter 826 Holy Grail War

Monday, October 10

Yukinoshita Yukino smiled and asked Fengfeng to go to the classroom for morning reading class, and she walked towards the student union room.

Behind the president's seat in the student council room, Yukino murmured, "The spider girl is dead, but her remaining power has been taken away by someone."

Yukino's fingers danced slightly on the screen, searching for information about the Holy Grail War, especially the information about the Heroic Spirits captured by the surveillance cameras.

Heroic spirits are beings separated from the timeline, and they will be summoned in all eras, whether in the past or the future.

In the classroom, Feng Feng withdrew his gaze from the student union room, answered his classmates casually, and rubbed his ears.

Your life is at my command; my fate is at your sword

"You were discussing the Holy Grail War game? No need for some chuunibaku-like summoning spells, right?"

Feng Feng's classmates in Zhou Guo looked at each other, then looked at other classmates, and then they all stared at Feng Feng and said:

"We were just talking about the relationship between the student council president and you. Are you... hallucinating?"

Those who respond to the call of the Holy Grail and follow this will and truth, respond to me!

Feng Feng heard the second spell and smiled, "You guys are so boring. I was just joking. You must be scared!"

I am the one who accomplishes all the good deeds in the world, and I am the one who brings together all the evils in the world.

Seven Days of Entanglement of the Three Great Word Spirits

During the third and fourth spells, Feng Feng stood up and rushed to the toilet, saying, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Come forth through the Wheel of Suppression, Guardian of the Scales

Heroic spirits are beings separated from the timeline. They will be summoned in all times, whether in the past or the future, but

Feng Feng is a living person from another world!

Then, in the men's restroom of the Freedom College, the spatial structure began to deform, and in the strange white flash, the figure of a white-haired girl appeared and disappeared.

Inside the student union room, Yukino's figure looked particularly resolute in the soft and slightly pale morning light.

She walked slowly to the window, and the gauze-like curtains were inadvertently rippled by her, just like the subtle fluctuations of her mood at the moment.

The scenery outside the window was shrouded in the chill of early winter, but Yukino's gaze penetrated this layer of chill and was fixed on the window of the men's bathroom that emitted a strange white light.

The white light seemed even more mysterious against the backdrop of the morning light, as if it was a portal to another world that was slowly opening.

A complex emotion flashed in Yukino's eyes - a mixture of worry, determination and trust.

Finally, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her tightly pursed lips, which showed her trust in Feng Feng's ability and her firm belief in his safety.

"Feng Feng, you are really a trouble-possessed person."

In the bathroom, Feng Feng held Illya in his arms, turned his head to avoid the crazy attack of the little white hands, and glanced at the student union room.

"I'm not a heroic spirit, nor a human trafficker, but you must be a troublesome little loli!"

Illya's figure stood out in the small space of the men's restroom. Her dazzling white hair glowed with a soft and uneasy luster under the dim light. The hem of her dress swayed gently because of her struggle, like the most helpless lily in summer.

Her little face flushed red, tears glistened in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She just shouted loudly:

"Help! A perverted high school student took me to the men's room!"

There was a hint of trembling and fear in the voice, which echoed in the empty toilet, making it seem even more desolate.

Seeing this, Feng Feng quickly covered her mouth with one hand and tried to maintain her balance with the other hand, fearing that this sudden movement would hurt her.

"Don't scream, Illya, I'm not a pervert, it's just... it's just that the situation is a little special."

There was a hint of helplessness and embarrassment in his words, but his eyes were full of sincerity and apology.

The distance between the two people became delicate because of this sudden close contact, and the air seemed to be filled with an indescribable tension and awkwardness.

“Boom…boom boom…boom…”

At the door of the men's restroom, there was a crisp and urgent knock, breaking the subtle atmosphere inside. The door panel trembled slightly, as if even the air froze.

Feng Feng and Illya looked at the door that was about to be opened at the same time, with surprise and a bit of helplessness in their eyes.

With a creaky sound, the door slowly opened, and a beam of light slanted in, illuminating the small space.

Outside the door, a teacher wearing a neat women's suit and with a serious face stood there. He glanced at the two of them sharply, with a frown on his face.

She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, and her tone was full of unquestionable majesty: "Two students, please follow me, we need to go to the student union room to talk."

In the corridor, the light was dim and long, stretching the two people's shadows to appear longer and shorter.

Feng Feng anxiously tried to explain to the teacher, speaking quickly but clearly: "Teacher, please listen to me, this is Illya, she...she is not an ordinary child, she comes from..."

Before he could finish his words, Illya had already broken free from his hand, jumped to the side, put her hands on her hips, her round eyes full of vigilance.

"Teacher! He is a bad guy! He wants to sell me out! And what about the heroic spirit? It's all a lie!"

Illya's voice was clear and a little tearful, and her tear-stained face made her look even more innocent. She looked around as she spoke, as if she was ready to run away at any time.

The teacher comforted Illya, and finally brought her and Feng Feng to the door of the student union with sweat on his forehead. He said to Yukino inside, "I'll leave it to you," and left in embarrassment.

The door of the student union room was gently pushed open, and a beam of warm light spilled out, forming a sharp contrast with the dimness of the corridor.

Yukino stood inside the door, surrounded by a quiet and powerful aura. Her eyes were soft and deep, as if she could see through everything.

Seeing this scene, she stepped forward gently, and each step seemed so calm and unhurried, as if it had the power to soothe people.

As soon as Illya saw Yukino, the vigilance in her eyes instantly weakened a little, but she still held the corner of her clothes tightly, and her little face was full of vigilance and uneasiness.

Yukino squatted down and looked at Illya at eye level. With a gentle light in her eyes, she whispered softly, "Illya, don't be afraid. I'm Yukino. It's safe here. Tell me, what happened?"

Illya's little face was like a ripe apple, so red that it almost bled. She lowered her head shyly, but couldn't help but secretly look up at Yukino, with pure admiration flashing in her eyes.

"Sister Yukino, you are really...really beautiful, like a princess from a fairy tale." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, but full of sincerity.

Then, she clutched the hem of her skirt tightly with her hands, her eyes filled with confusion and a hint of excitement, and began to narrate the incredible journey:

"I was in my room, following the spell in the book and trying to summon a powerful heroic spirit to protect me, but I didn't expect... in the blink of an eye, I appeared in this strange place, and was taken to the men's restroom by that... that guy!"

Having said that, she secretly glanced at Feng Feng, with a look that contained both resentment and a hint of barely perceptible dependence.

Chapter 827 Death of Berserker

Tuesday, October 11

Feng Feng listened to the voice of Yukinoshita Yukino on the other end of the phone telling him not to go to school for the time being, and looked at Illya who was sleeping on the bed with tears in her eyes.

"King of Heroes, Gilgamesh is looking for Illya? That's great. I want to ask him if he had the glory of a king when he blinded Illya with his sword."

Yukino's gentle voice faded away in her ears, replaced by the slightly noisy background sound of the student union office, and there seemed to be the sound of papers flipping and student leaders whispering.

Feng Feng slowly put the phone close to his chest, his eyes fell on Illya's furrowed brows again. Those hands unconsciously grabbed a corner of his clothes, as determined and fragile as a drowning person grabbing the last straw.

He leaned down gently, putting his face close to Illya's small hand, and his warm breath brushed over her cold fingertips, trying to convey a little comfort and strength.

Illya's breathing gradually became steady, but the tears at the corners of her eyes were still flickering in the darkness, like the loneliest star in the night sky.

Feng Feng felt an indescribable tenderness and determination in his heart, and he whispered softly: "I'm here, don't be afraid, everything will be fine."

Although the voice was soft, it was as firm as a rock, as if it could dispel all the haze.

The sunlight shines through the gap in the curtains and falls on Illya's peaceful face, casting a soft silver glow on her sleeping face with a slight smile.

Her lips moved slightly, and she murmured in a dreamy voice, "Basaka... don't die..."

Every word seemed to overflow from the softest place in my heart, carrying with it endless attachment and pleading.

Feng Feng stared at this scene, feeling mixed emotions. He repeated softly again: "I'm here, Illya, don't be afraid."

The voice was so gentle as if afraid of disturbing the dream, but it was also full of determination, as if it wanted to penetrate the barrier of dreams and give her the most solid support.

One of his hands gently stroked the ends of Illya's hair, his movements full of tenderness and compassion, while the other hand tightly grasped the mobile phone, the light of the screen reflected in his focused eyes.

His fingertips slid across the screen, quickly searching for traces of "Hero King, Gilgamesh". Every tick of a character carried his complex emotions.