Type-Moon: In Another World, I Became an Alien God

Brunhilde's eyes were brimming with tears.

Yao's words dealt her a severe blow, leaving her feeling utterly dejected.

How pitiful she was, filling one with a sense of guilt.

But this is also a necessary step.

We must not allow Brunhilde to continue like this; she will only ruin herself sooner or later.

Yao doesn't want anyone to sacrifice anything for him.

Especially the people he loves.

"To be honest, I'm a very unqualified wife."

"Woooo..."

"However, this does not mean you have no potential."

Brunhilde, I'm going to make a three-point agreement with you, and you must abide by it this time.

First, you must take care of yourself first. Second, you are not allowed to sacrifice yourself. As for the third, I haven't thought about it yet; I'll decide later. However, if you don't follow these rules, then I won't care about you anymore.

Yao can only use the simplest commands to impose constraints.

It's not possible to go any further than 03.

If a person can't even love themselves, how can they live a normal life?

Before being loved, one should love oneself.

Only when you radiate a quality that makes you lovable will others crave that love.

Yao did not explain this principle.

He will teach Brunhilde through his actions.

He was so strict because he had fallen in love with this doll-like, wooden woman in front of him.

"Although I don't understand... since Yao said it, I will definitely try my best to abide by it."

Brunhilde truly didn't understand.

However, she knew that if she didn't do that, Yao would be unhappy.

She didn't want to see Yao suffer.

Therefore, even if she didn't understand this principle, she would still do as Yao said.

What might happen after doing this?

But that's a story for another time.

To avoid causing Yao too much worry, Brunhilde said she wanted to get off Yao's back.

As a result, Yao refuted this with a single sentence.

Do you think saying this will put my mind at ease?

I believe you haven't recovered properly, and that's it. Your appeal is invalid, and your protest is rejected.

Yao put on a rogue-like appearance.

In fact, he was only saying these things to scare Brunhilde; he didn't actually abandon her.

Yao thanked Brunhilde for her help.

But he knew he couldn't say it, because if he did, the girl in front of him would go down the wrong path.

"Actually, being a little willful and greedy is fine. It's human nature. The desire to be happy is a normal thought that everyone has. Brunhilde, you must prioritize your own happiness. A person who cannot love themselves cannot live in this world."

Yao didn't know if he had said it to Brunhilde.

Or perhaps I'm just saying it to myself.

Brunhilde's sense of self is too thin.

It was almost like starting from scratch.

“…”

Brunhilde remained silent.

She was carried on his back with such force, and the naive Valkyrie could only gaze at Yao's face, feeling the cold moonlight fall on her own burning face.

My emotions were being stirred little by little.

She was a little willful and wanted to rely on him a little longer; she wanted to feel Yao's warmth as much as possible.

Mingming was severely scolded by Yao.

But, for some reason...

The Valkyrie's furnace heart radiated an unprecedented heat; the flame had no shape and no color.

However, the Valkyrie vaguely sensed that this flame was a weapon more deadly than anything else in the world.

Even if it's burned, I still want to touch it.

I wish I could stay in this warm and comforting feeling forever, and keep listening to the strong heartbeat beside my earlobe.

The Valkyrie unconsciously developed this desire.

Unfortunately, Yao walked to the place he had previously set up on the shore for the night, and it was clear that he intended to rest there for the night.

Brunhilde felt a little disappointed.

.....certainly.

She didn't realize why she felt regret.

The camp had tents for sleeping and campfires for warmth, and runes for warding off wild animals.

The weak and powerless Brunhilde was put down by Yao.

She lay down inside the tent.

"Phew, I'd better cook something."

Yao sat in front of the campfire and made up his mind.

Brunhilde was too weak, her physical condition had deteriorated to the point of being almost like that of an ordinary person, and even getting up was difficult for her.

It would be best to use the flesh and blood of a mythical beast to replenish it.

Just as Yao was about to start cooking, a very familiar change in the earth's veins caught his attention.

Needless to say, heroic spirits have been summoned by the ley lines.

"So it has come after all. It seems that I have also been regarded as a threat by Alaya. But did it recognize me as a threat after I slaughtered the evil dragon, or after I seized Typhon's power?"

This is what Yao cares about most.

If it is the former, then Alaya will dispatch heroic spirits with the power to subdue evil dragons.

If it's the latter, then it's very tricky.

Alaya guarantees that a god-level servant will be sent out.

That's the power of Typhon.

"Sigh, I guess I'll have to put cooking aside for now."

Yao glanced at the sleeping Brunhilde.

He then got up and walked out of the camp, determined not to make this the main battlefield.

Brunhilde's perception of ley lines was not as keen as Yao's.

Moreover, she is very weak now.

The heroic spirits are most likely here to stop Yao alone; we can't let her get hurt because of our own actions.

Yao doesn't want this to happen again.

Now, he considers Brunhilde a close friend and has no intention of pushing her away.

The reaction to the geological anomalies was on the other side of the east coast.

It is more than ten kilometers away from Yao.

At this moment, sensing the changes in the surrounding atmospheric magic, Yao knew that the heroic spirit was rushing towards him at high speed.

"Ha! The target is right here!"

"Hmm? The dragon aura emanating from you is even stronger than I expected! Looks like a formidable opponent!"

A blond, wild man leaped out of the woods.

His scarred, tanned skin looked like it had been through a lot, and his fists and feet were wreathed in a misty, almost fog-like magical energy.

It's clear that this heroic spirit has only recently manifested.

"The Heroic Spirit, Beowulf."

Yao saw through the Heroic Spirit's true name at a glance.

Beowulf is a famous Danish dragon slayer and the protagonist of the oldest narrative poem in English literature.

He fought against giants when he was young.

He slew a dragon in his middle age.

The fact that such a heroic spirit with dragon-slaying abilities was dispatched to intercept Yao demonstrates just how ruthless the suppression force is.

If Yao is in the state before entering a volcano.

He will inevitably be restrained to death.

Now that Yao has acquired Typhon's power, even Beowulf with his Dragon Slayer Special Attack is no match for him.

"Oh? You know me? That makes things easier. No need for any boring introductions! All we need is a brawl! Fight until only one person is left standing!"

Beowulf grinned wildly.

His blood-red eyes were filled with nothing but fighting spirit; for him, all he needed to do was beat his enemies with his fists.

An arrangement of inhibitory forces? A human catastrophe?

Too lazy to care about all that, Beowulf only needed to use his fists and feet to ravage and trample his enemies.

They barely exchanged two sentences.

Beowulf then made his move.

With a surge of immense magical power, his fists moved like venomous snakes launching a fierce attack.

It struck Yao with lightning speed.

Boom——! !

Beowulf's eyes widened like bells as he watched as Yao blocked the straight punch with just one hand.

Beowulf immediately sensed something was wrong.

A martial artist's instincts told him to get out of the way quickly, but he was a step too late.

He returned the gesture with a simple, straightforward straight punch.

Yao also slammed into Beowulf with overwhelming force, but the only difference was that Beowulf couldn't block it.

The breath of the stars stirs up atmospheric vortices.

The punch unleashed an overwhelming force, striking Beowulf in the abdomen without any obstruction.

Boom——! !

Along with the giant wave of magic, it was also swept away.

Beowulf fell to the ground, immediately spitting out a mouthful of blood: "Pfft... that was really strong and powerful...!"

He reached up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Looking closer, Beowulf had a bloody hole in his abdomen, the result of Yao's punch.

Normally, a Heroic Spirit would lose the ability to act.

However, Beowulf is a berserker.