Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

For an instant.

Ripples of destruction overwhelmed everything, and light surpassed all.

After the dazzling collision, the world returned to silence.

The night was as still as water, and the dock was deserted.

In a remote mansion, in a hidden basement.

Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was slumped over the desk, suddenly froze, a wave of dizziness washing over him.

Then came waves of excruciating pain.

His palms were sweating as he gripped the unfinished letter tightly, his face filled with utter horror.

His connection with Archer... was broken.

Chapter Thirty-One: I'm Just an Ordinary Demon Wizard Passing By

Fuyuki City.

Today's weather: Rain.

In the comic book store on the street corner.

An old television was broadcasting news about a gas explosion that occurred near the docks last night.

Fortunately, aside from the economic losses, there were no casualties.

"Seriously, such a big incident and they can't even find the cause? What are these officials doing?" The comic book store owner turned off the TV and said angrily.

He looked at the two customers sitting by the transparent glass.

The guy who was reading a comic book looked tall and strong, probably at least two meters tall. He was wearing a dark green suit with the collar pulled down very low, revealing half of his bronze chest muscles in a bold and unrestrained manner.

He crammed his burly frame into the seat, looking completely engrossed in the shonen manga in his hand.

The other one, however, appears to be more unusual.

From the back, his long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Although he was from modern times, he was dressed in an ancient Chinese Taoist robe, and his every move exuded a noble air.

At this moment, the man was slightly turning his head, his gaze falling into the rain.

The two of them came together and seemed to have a good relationship.

"She's probably a TV actress!"

The boss guessed that the two men had quite an impressive air about them, unlike the men who were busy and tired all day making a living.

Zhou Lan turned her gaze away from the rain and onto the Holy Lord in front of her.

This guy is too lazy to even use spirit particles to hide himself.

He sculpted a human body, modeled after Zhou Lan.

To be honest, some of them look like fitness stars from TV shows in the 1980s.

If I remember correctly, after the battle last night, the Holy Lord asked him if there was any way to regain the wisdom that had been erased by Hell.

As a fire demon, he was once a powerful demon wizard.

Zhou Lan's answer was very simple.

Reading.

As a carrier of knowledge, books are the most direct form of information.

Possessing demonic abilities, one can easily decipher simple magic books.

Zhou Lan had already made preparations; at worst, she would turn those magic families upside down and try to find some ancient books for the Holy Lord to brush up on his knowledge.

but.

The Holy Lord doesn't play by the rules at all.

Not long ago, they passed by this comic book store on the street corner. He glanced at the bookshelves filled with books and said he wanted to go in and take a look.

Although Zhou Lan knew that these things had little nutritional value, she let him have them anyway.

result.

Just like now, he suddenly became uncontrollable.

A handsome, fit, and unrestrained man, nearly two meters tall, was curled up in a chair reading a comic book that was no bigger than his palm.

The scene was indescribably strange.

There's a sense of astonishment, like seeing Lü Bu discard his halberd and hold a needle to thread.

Zhou Lan tapped her knuckles lightly on the table, reminding him, "Holy Lord, we've already wasted three hours!"

The Holy Lord raised his head, puzzled, and asked, "Really?" Zhou Lan could guarantee that this guy definitely referenced Valmont's appearance when he "transformed".

His hair was a mix of medium-length and short white, his face was chiseled, and even his aesthetic sense was dictated by the same dark green suit.

Just now, two young girls with umbrellas stopped outside the glass wall, staring intently at his partially exposed chest muscles, considering whether to come up and ask for his contact information.

“My brother, you said…” The Holy Lord suddenly turned the hot-blooded shonen manga in his hand over, pointed to the scene of the protagonist fighting the BOSS, and asked, “What is meant by our bond?” Zhou Lan glanced at it.

It's nothing more than a cliché story where the main characters are beaten half to death, but then suddenly shout things like "This is our bond!" and turn the tables.

He shook his head and spread his hands, saying, "Some kind of connection between people?" The Holy Lord nodded to himself, then his head sank again.

This guy, I never get tired of looking at him.

With his older brother around, she was completely relaxed.

"Fine," Zhou Lan said, a hint of helplessness flashing across her face.

This guy has been sealed away for nearly a thousand years, either trapped in hell or turned into a disc statue, unable to move except to talk.

It's either being sealed away or on its way to being sealed away.

In terms of knowledge about modern life, he may not have as extensive as Zhou Lan's knowledge from her previous life of over twenty years.

It's normal to be interested in other things these days.

However, for some reason, Zhou Lan felt that he seemed to have changed a bit.

Demons are ancient beings that have lived for thousands of years.

But their current way of getting along is quite similar to that of ordinary brothers.

Does this guy really trust me that much?

A crisp doorbell rang behind me, followed by the clatter of leather shoes on the wooden floor.

Zhou Lan didn't turn around; he knew who had come.

He lightly raised his finger, and a chair suddenly moved on its own, as if lifted by an invisible hand to the side of the table and landed steadily.

"Please take a seat!"

He spoke, his tone subtle, "Mr. Tokiomi Tohsaka!"

"Thank...thank you!"

With a weary expression, Tokiomi Tohsaka sat down, his gaze cautiously fixed on Zhou Lan.

This Caster's Master is a man who inspires no rebellion.

He scratched his messy hair and said dejectedly, "You knew it was me!"

"Of course, your familiar has practically glued its eyes to me all day!"

Zhou Lan chuckled and sized him up.

What a mess.

His once-neat suit was now stained with water and looked disheveled, his tie was curled up, and his face was covered in stubble, making him look as if he had suddenly aged more than ten years.

Zhou Lan leaned back comfortably in her chair and said calmly, "You came to find me? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Tokiomi Tohsaka suddenly choked and coughed violently for a while, "How, how could this be... Archer is dead, and I'm out of the game too. This battle has nothing to do with me anymore..." "Then why did you go through all this trouble, braving the heavy rain, to come find me?" Tokiomi Tohsaka's lips were taut, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly, making him look extremely nervous.

He lifted his gaze from the table and met Zhou Lan's unwavering eyes.

Like a deep, still lake, the water almost made his gaze sink in. He clenched his teeth, his voice squeezed out word by word: "Excuse me! Have you... have you ever reached the source?" As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have used up all his strength and slumped back into the chair.

Tokiomi Tohsaka, as the head of the Tohsaka family, was well-informed.

As a magician, he makes almost no attempt to conceal his thirst for the roots.

Ultimately, his sole purpose in participating in the Holy Grail War was to use the Holy Grail to make a wish to reach the Root after victory.

Now, a magician who is very likely ahead of everyone else appears before him.

Even though his servant Archer was dead, he had to risk angering him by asking that question.

This was his lifelong dream, that of a magician.

"source!"

Zhou Lan lightly tapped her knuckles and smiled, "What is that?" Tokiomi Tohsaka was instantly stunned, his pupils trembling uncontrollably.

"No, impossible, how could this be!" he exclaimed repeatedly, questioning the statement.

"Tokiomi Tohsaka, I think you're mistaken!"

Zhou Lan shrugged and said sarcastically, "I'm just an ordinary demon wizard passing by!"

Chapter Thirty-Two: Diarmuid, A Brilliant Exit

Tokiomi Tohsaka left.

His back looked forlorn.

In just two days, he went from looking like a spirited middle-aged man to showing signs of aging.

Not everyone can accept their failures as readily as Gilgamesh.

That guy certainly has the heart of a king.

Thinking of this, Zhou Lan asked the Holy Lord, "What did Archer say to you before he vanished?" Hearing the voice, the Holy Lord raised his head and said, "He said he had a great time!"

"Is it really that short?" Zhou Lan asked.

"It's that short!"

The Holy Lord said.

He shrugged and lowered his head again.

With Zhou Lan's endorsement, and supported by his almost limitless magical power, the Holy Lord will not lose last night's conflict.

The combination of the Noble Phantasm-level horse and dog talismans is indeed too overpowered.

It can only be said that Gilgamesh's defeat was indeed justified.

As far as I can remember, if Zhou Lan hadn't interfered, he would have been able to obtain a physical body in this Holy Grail War and thus influence the Fifth Holy Grail War.

But Zhou Lan's appearance undoubtedly disrupted this trend.

As for whether it will have a butterfly effect, he couldn't care less.

Anyway, this isn't his home.

Even if he were a demon, he wouldn't care.

I wonder if Gilgamesh had a chance to instill the knowledge of "pleasure" in Kirei Kotomine.

If not, that guy might have suppressed his desires until he died of old age.

If that's the case, then Tokiomi Tohsaka should be thanking him.

She indirectly saved his life, preventing him from being stabbed to death by the treacherous disciple Kirei Kotomine.

As for Tokiomi Tohsaka's question.

Zhou Lan is a devil who only acts according to his own mood.

He had never reached the origins of this world, nor was he interested in it.

His only goal was the Holy Grail.

He stood up and said to the Holy Lord, "Let's go, there are still many eyes watching us!"