A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

"Just a few more things to collect... and my paradise will be almost complete!"

A pleased smile appeared on Koyanskaya's lips. Having devoured the three calamities of the Beasts Pirates, these pirates really are a bit dim-witted.

Why treat yourself as a weak woman?

If she didn't have some real strength, how could she have established this cooperative relationship with the alien god?

Miyamoto Musashi stared longingly at the secretory gland that Spartacus had extracted; it was definitely a rare and exquisite wine.

"Hehehe... Miss Jing Ke, not only are you beautiful, but you also enjoy drinking fine wine and eating the meat of these magical beasts, just like me!"

"Detective, you really don't understand! The meat of such a powerful magical beast is incredibly delicious. It certainly doesn't look appetizing, but the taste is absolutely amazing!"

"Hahaha...! That's right, that's right. Although I hate the Flame Dragon, that annoying giant lizard, roasting dragon meat... the taste is absolutely delicious." As he said this, Beowulf wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. Why are there no dragons in this frozen wasteland Lostbelt?

"Dragon meat barbecue... In this freezing place, being able to eat a meal of grilled ribs made with dragon meat would really make one's mouth water."

"I ordered takeout from the 'Childhood Sweethearts' website!! Famous dishes from Sichuan, Kyushu: Boiled Beef in Chili Oil, Mapo Tofu, Twice-Cooked Pork, and Spicy Chicken!!"

Billy reached out and grabbed into the azure space in front of him, revealing an exquisite square box woven from bamboo, with several large characters on it: Yangquan Restaurant.

Miyamoto Musashi's eyes sparkled like countless little stars as he leaned closer, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and twitched his nose. "Ah... I smell it! It smells so good... so rich! Just smelling it makes my mouth water...!"

She quickly pulled out the red wooden chopsticks from her waist.

Inside a square bamboo box, four dishes lay quietly on a white porcelain plate. First, the rich aroma of chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns wafted into the three people's noses. What came into view were countless bright red chili peppers, white tofu, thin slices of meat as thin as cicada wings, golden chicken pieces, and palm-sized slices of beef dipped in red oil.

Looking at the delicious food, Beowulf couldn't help but ask, "Billy... we have the food. But... what about that thing?"

“Yeah!! How can we forget that thing?” Miyamoto Musashi nodded in agreement, staring at Billy the Kid.

"Hey—! I was planning to eat this all by myself. This stuff is so expensive, I traded dozens of magical beasts for it." Billy reluctantly pulled out a pale red wine jar sealed with yellow clay.

He placed three porcelain bowls and plates on the snow. The pale yellow bowls and plates were filled with the faint fragrance of Shaoxing wine.

"Come on, have a taste. This is a specialty wine of Kyushu—30-year-old Nu'er Hong!"

Miyamoto Musashi looked at the pale yellow liquor with curiosity; it was the first time he had ever seen such a drink.

Beowulf, Billy the Kid, and Miyamoto Musashi raised their wine cups, clinked them together, the wine sloshed, and then the three of them tilted their heads back and drank it all in one gulp.

The Great Qin Strangebelt.

"The Heroic Spirit Summoning System does indeed have its unique advantages. These heroic spirits can quickly adapt to the new era without any risk of panic, making it a stable and mature system," the First Emperor commented.

The captain of the guard stood with his hands behind his back, watching Spartacus and the boy.

Although Spartacus was disrespectful to His Majesty, his actions of protecting the weak and nurturing young sparks are worthy of respect.

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Next to Shadow Border.

Jing Ke leaned back in his chair, admiring the bright moon hanging in the sky. He picked up his wine cup, lowered his head, and took a sip of the orange-yellow wine. "A pot of wine among the flowers, I drink alone without a companion. I raise my cup to invite the bright moon, and with my shadow, we become three."

"Ah... Big sister, you sing so well..." the farmer said.

"What was the meaning of that song just now?"

The boy looked at Jing Ke with curiosity, finding the poem he was reciting pleasant to listen to, but he didn't understand its meaning.

"Hmm... When drinking alone amidst blooming flowers, one invites the bright moon and one's own shadow to share fine wine. The three of them drink and revel together. Don't you also have times when you want to drink alone under the moon? The aroma of the wine then is truly unique."

Jing Ke smiled as he watched the young man, enjoying the wine that Leonardo da Vinci had personally removed the toxins from and brewed.

"Although I've never drunk alcohol, I really like the moon. Because the moon is so beautiful!"

The boy smiled as he looked at the beautiful moon in the sky; the only thing he could do at night was to admire the moon.

"How should I put it? It's a very strange feeling. I know it, but I don't know how to put it into words."

The male villagers always felt like there was something stuck in their throats, something they wanted to say but didn't know how to say.

"Do you drink wine in the flower field like this every moonlit night?" the farmer asked Jing Ke curiously.

"Haha, no." Jing Ke shook his head slightly and explained with a light laugh, "The one who drinks alone under the moon is a man named Li Bai. I just occasionally try to imitate him."

"Isn't that Mr. Li Bai you're talking about admiring the moon alone?" The farmer had no idea about shadows or inviting the moon. "You weren't with him, so how would you know such things? You weren't spying on him, were you?"

"No, Li Bai was certainly alone. But how he drank wine in the flower field under the moon, and what he felt, we can learn about from the poems he wrote in later generations," Jing Ke explained with a smile.

Did you ask Li Bai?

"No. I have never met Li Bai. His poems were copied and sung by many people before I finally came to know them."

"Write...write?" What is writing? The farmer looked at Miss Jing Ke with a blank expression. Today he heard all sorts of words that he had never heard before.

"Yes, this is [writing]. Using these symbols... one can transform the experiences and thoughts of people from distant times, unknown to anyone, into something that feels like a personal experience—my own thoughts, my own ideas."

Jing Ke showed no impatience and explained to the villagers very gently.

"How interesting! I want to use this kind of writing too!" the boy exclaimed excitedly, even having the idea of ​​creating poetry like Li Bai.

"Yes. There are so many words. It would be difficult to memorize them all at once. But if you memorize them little by little, it becomes very simple."

Jing Ke decided to first teach the young people and villagers some simple, commonly used words.

The Kyushu Jing Ke Literacy Class has begun!

The boy followed Jing Ke, reciting these unfamiliar words.

He didn't even know what "Dad" and "Mom" meant.

The villagers' way of life was so strange that Jing Ke was taken aback. He decided to teach them the names of things he could see instead.

"How tragic! The people of this world have been stripped of their social wings. Slaved and unjustly imprisoned in the cage of illiteracy. This is oppression!! Utterly evil and brutal!!! I must use my love to save them!"

Spartacus brandished his iron sword and roared angrily.

"Hmph. Don't be so optimistic... Pouring too much emotion into the residents here will only backfire. This is a Lostbelt. We must defeat the Hidden Ones, cut down the Imaginary Tree, and block the future of this world. By bringing it back to its original pruning order!"

"It's better not to be gentle with them in the first place than to suffer the pangs of conscience later!"

"If you can disregard all this and simply be happy about this encounter, then that's fine. But my mind isn't that simple. I know very well the limits of the pressure I can withstand..."

Gordolf watched this scene with great concern. If too much emotion was poured into it, would Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash, Jing Ke, and Spartacus still be able to fight decisively when the final battle came?

He remained inside Shadow Border, enduring the agonizing torment of the poison while analyzing the unfolding situation.

He didn't want to invest even a single bit of his emotions in these villagers.

Because he has experienced this many times before, and the emotional bond he has built up makes the moment of parting incredibly painful!

The pain can be so intense that it can trap you in a deadly, inescapable quagmire.

"..." Mashu lowered her head. It was indeed the case, but she couldn't just ignore it.

“That’s not how it is,” Spartacus said, staring at Goldruff. “He speaks like an oppressor, yet has no experience in oppression.”

"Huh??" I'm the oppressor? Goldruff was stunned.

“If you chain those you've defeated, keeping them in a state of weakness, and then defeat them again, it's undoubtedly a form of oppression. They must be given freedom,” Spartacus said earnestly. “Only those who have gained fangs for battle, and hope for the future, are allowed to compete with each other. Of course, I…”

"I am Fujimaru Ritsuka's Servant. I belong to Fujimaru Ritsuka's camp, and I fight for the victory of Pan-Human History; my will is unwavering."

"But as a celebrated hero, I dare say this: we should not only move in the direction of pan-human history, where the last survivors must be the one who survives."

"What!? Are you serious? You're a Berserker?!" Gordolf stared at Spartacus in disbelief. A berserker uttering such philosophical words? "Is this Berserker Mode?!"

"Hahaha! Relax, don't worry about it." Mordred grinned, revealing his fangs, and patted Goldruff's bulletproof armor. "This guy, seeing that the people here have no ambition, probably had some strange switch flipped on."

"He's been talking a lot more than usual. But he's already thought all of this through. Even if he doesn't get understanding, he won't change his mind. That's the real Berserker!"

"Humans must strive for a better future. Master Fujimaru Ritsuka, you haven't become an oppressor yet. Take a good look at this amazing world, at the way these people live. Between us and them, who is more suitable to be the successor of humanity?"

"Just as we resist destruction, they too must resist the bared fangs of fate. True justice arises only from the struggle between rebellions."

Spartacus stared intently at Fujimaru Ritsuka and revealed all his thoughts.

Should victory rightfully belong to pan-human history? Is pan-human history the natural successor to human reason?

He believes that victory will fall into the bowls of those who truly deserve it.

"Do you think we should make concessions...?" Fujimaru Ritsuka pondered Spartacus's words.

"This matter should be resolved in the subsequent battles. It was precisely for the sake of pursuing these few rounds that I raised the sword of rebellion. But if, in the event that true human dignity exists in this Lostbelt, I will kneel before this land of Kyushu."

"At that time, the souls of those who dwell here will no longer be imprisoned by the cage of the oppressors. They will become the inheritors of our desires and hopes for the history of humankind. Therefore, we must now spread our thoughts through poetry. So, I hope you will not stop Jing Ke's actions."

Spartacus could not stand idly by.

He stubbornly believed that the people here were oppressed and tragically imprisoned.

The heroic spirits who gained knowledge of pan-human history could not resonate with the thoughts of the First Emperor of Qin, who lived before the Common Era.

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Deep Sea Cyber ​​Paradise Timeline, Second Playthrough.

"Hmph—!! Although what you said makes sense, I'm on your side no matter what!! No matter how bad or terrible the current pan-human history is, BB will let it continue!! Don't worry, at the crucial moment, the reliable junior will personally step in and thoroughly discipline these foolish humans!"

BB stuck out his tongue, waved the black pointer in his hand, and teleported to Fujimaru Ritsuka's side, boldly kissing her on the cheek.

"Alright! I'm going to try hacking into the Kyushu Lostbelt's central control system!!"

"Wait a minute...wait a minute!!" Upon hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately shouted to BB.

"What's wrong? Are you worried about BB? Are you afraid that BB will be captured by the First Emperor??" BB turned around and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka. If the senior confesses to her, then she will choose to stay.

"You don't have the computing power to support the lunar celestial computer right now... What if the other side also has very powerful computing capabilities?! Let's not make any rash moves for now!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka was worried that BB might become an accomplice of the First Emperor, or be deceived by him.

He didn't think his baby would betray him.

But the baby's parents certainly wouldn't miss the chance to play pranks and mess with themselves...

"BB... don't cause trouble for Fujimaru... just stay here quietly. Wouldn't it be better to synchronize completely with Chaldea's computing device first?"

Meltlilith almost blurted out her true feelings, but thankfully she changed her mind quickly, otherwise BB would have gone berserk.

"Hmph! You look down on the super AI, the genius girl BB! How could mere technology that makes cities float be a match for the super AI BB!!"

BB puffed out her chest, her breasts swaying beneath her snow-white uniform, and her eyes darted around. "However, since you've said so, I'll postpone my trip for now."

She had just received bad news: the electronic virus program she had secretly released in the Great Qin Mystery Belt had been resolved.

"Sir Spartacus's words have some merit... but for now, isn't a pan-human history with the potential for future development better?"

In the history of humankind, there are many noble and selfless human beings like Fujimaru Ritsuka and Emiya Shirou, as well as geniuses like Leonardo da Vinci, Suzuka Gozen, and Tesla in the creation of the future.

"It's too early to draw conclusions. Every system evolves over time. How could an absolutely peaceful world, built over 2000 years, possibly be better than the current Pan-Human History? Although I am a Heroic Spirit from Pan-Human History... to be honest, the current Pan-Human History has far too many problems! Human evil, alien gods, blank slates, singularities... look at all that..."

Did Qin possess these things?

Robin Hood worried that even if Panhuman History was the last one standing, it might not necessarily have the last laugh. Solving Lostbelts was just solving Problem A.

There are so many questions about pan-human history; they just keep popping up one after another.

Who can guarantee that after Fujimaru Ritsuka dies, a qualified, normal, selfless, and brave master will appear?

If a few more people like Sesshouin Kiara and Marisbury Animusfiah were to appear in this pan-human history... they would be destroyed no matter what they did, right?

"Hmm... what Mr. Green Tea said does make some sense. The First Emperor, who treated Akuta Hinako with courtesy, was not a rigid or conservative person. When he saw a place with a better civilization, he might learn from it, absorb it, and improve it to suit his own Great Qin!"

After careful consideration, Tamamo Cat realized that the First Emperor was indeed far superior to the rulers of modern human history.

Alaya imparts knowledge of pan-human history to the heroic spirits.

From this knowledge, the Heroic Spirits Suzuka Gozen, Tamamo Neko, Gawain, and Tristan knew that many humans in the current pan-human history were living poorly and in great pain, as if they were in hell.

Although I've gained knowledge and freedom, it's been painful. I have to earn money, solve diseases, and outperform other humans in exams and interviews...

Those who have already given up and don't want to get involved are probably more inclined to live in the Qin Lostbelt.

If the First Emperor had provided us with internet, computers, mobile phones, games, and the like, this place would be a paradise for modern humans.

Kyushu Lostbelt.

"Oh...? In your eyes, is my way of governing an oppression of the people? Has it robbed them of the wings of their wisdom?"

Looking at Spartacus and Jing Ke's performance, the First Emperor pondered for a moment and said, "And what about your world? Those who have gained wisdom and freedom cannot even maintain peace in the face of a pan-human history that has been divided into hundreds of kingdoms. They are so powerless even in the face of alien enemies."