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

Just think about it, anyone would have a mental breakdown from this.

The First Emperor's sword energy traverses ninety thousand miles, embodying the determination of heroes throughout human history—we will never lose!

Artoria now only hopes that the First Emperor will teach Mordred a lesson.

Even when she saw Mordred get the short end of the stick, she was still in a very good mood.

It's so great to have other people help discipline children when it's not easy to be a father yourself.

Warcraft Battlefront timeline.

"Hoho ...

King Gilgamesh was in high spirits. With a wave of his hand, countless mirrors appeared in Uruk as he shouted:

"People of Uruk, bear witness! Bear witness to Fujimaru Ritsuka, Gilgamesh's retainer, Mash, and the Ultimate One!"

Let 10,000 words bear witness to the limits of the existence of the man named Xiang Yu!

High in the sky, on the celestial boat Ma Anna.

"Really...really let go!! Really gave up her Lostbelt and chose to let Fujimaru Ritsuka carry on the burden of humanity and move forward!? Waaah, am I seeing things???"

Ishtar was stunned, staring blankly at the scene; she had never seen anything like it before.

There was something strangely cool about him. Was this the First Emperor? "Hmph, you're pretty smart... Don't worry, with my help, Fujimaru Ritsuka will definitely be able to take down that thing called the Alien God."

"And Fujimaru, you really didn't exist in the future after all."

The First Emperor of Qin advised Yu Ji to become a heroic spirit in eight thousand words!

"—Understood, Master! Attack target: the heat source at the center of the Imaginary Tree, 5000 meters above the ground!! Destroying this will halt the Imaginary Tree's growth. Designated: Kyushu Lostbelt, Final Battle—the last battle here begins!"

Mashu suddenly swung the Galahad Shield, snapping off the top of the Imaginary Tree. She leaped onto Red Hare, holding Fujimaru Ritsuka's waist with one hand and wielding the shield with the other to smash the surrounding treetops.

Red Hare stomped its hooves hard on the ground, leaping into the air. Activating its special ability, it charged up the treetops that stretched from the Imaginary Tree, its excitement and adrenaline surging.

Eight thousand words of farewell are always heartbreaking; Koyanskaya's spirit of contract.

“Hmm… Since the path of Pan-Human History has been chosen to be inherited by Fujimaru Ritsuka and others, why not lead the people of Qin to our world?” Swain nodded. If the First Emperor took over Noxus, the rotten body of this vast empire would surely be removed, becoming perfect and stronger.

The current strategic policies of Noxus's foolish emperor are giving Swain, the Hand of Noxus, and other Noxus high-ranking officials a real headache.

"It's time for this vast, war-torn Rune Continent to welcome its true master. However, the prerequisite is that Great Qin must possess the power to confront the gods."

The phoenix, having survived for eight thousand words, returned to the earth, and a new journey began!

Sion shared some good news with Chaldea: "Hahaha! A new operation awaits you all!"

"The next task...?"

"...!" Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu exclaimed in unison, "So fast!?"

"Miss Sion, what does this mean...?? Is the plan to conquer the Atlantic Lostbelt going to be brought forward? Has something changed?" Mash, could something terrible have happened?

She looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with concern. She had wanted to rest for a few days to allow her senior to recover, but this continuous battle was just too much...

"Hahaha, no, no, not the Atlantic Lostbelt! Rather, I've even figured it out: [it's absolutely impossible to succeed at this stage]!" Sion laughed, hands on his hips, waving his finger across the screen as he explained.

"As the saying goes, haste makes waste. Astolfo relied on his lovely clothes, Red Hare relied on his halberd, and unfilial sons were born under the sword of Excalibur."

Using his incredibly peculiar metaphors, Sion said, "Through this operation in the Kyushu Lostbelt, I've discovered that we now need something essential, something absolutely essential!"

"Once everyone has rested, we'll head to the next Lostbelt. The operation is called Lostbelt, No. 4... The target is a mysterious Lostbelt that repeatedly expands and contracts. And oh, and what's more!"

Sion's face revealed a mysterious expression, "The next time we fight, we will have one more rider accompanying us."

"You mean..." Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but think of the mysterious captain's heroic spirit.

"That's right—bring along the mysterious Servant, Captain! Towards the dazzling world of elephant mythology, Less Dog!"

"...The mysterious Elephant Lostbelt. Speaking of Servants from the Elephant Mythology, could we possibly meet Mr. Garnar again!?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's face showed a very nostalgic expression. It had been a long time since she had seen Little Sun. They were good partners who had worked together to fight against the Mad King Cú Chulainn, Queen Medb, and Andona during the Fifth Singularity.

“Hmm! I don’t know if I’ll be able to meet Mr. Arjuna. I want to thank him for his help during the North American Singularity. It was thanks to Mr. Arjuna using his Noble Phantasm that we were able to defeat the monster that Ms. Medb released,” Mash said with a smile.

“…” Goldruff had a very ominous premonition.

As night falls over the land of Kyushu, moonlight spills across the earth.

The villagers who had been hiding inside the cave came out. "...By the way, can we really leave that cave?"

"Didn't that handsome gentleman in white say that it's okay to go out now? Ah, he's really so handsome...!"

The female villagers were talking about Getia's handsome looks, saying he was no less attractive than Sherlock Holmes!

"Yes, that was truly an incredible person, offering us help. A bit like those people called Chaldea..."

"I sing and the moon lingers, I dance and my shadow is scattered. When we are awake, we rejoice together; when we are drunk, we go our separate ways." The young man recited the poem that Jing Ke had taught him, looking at the moonlight and at his own reflection on the ground.

"...Oh. It's a poem about appreciating the moon. Ah, that's wonderful."

Suddenly, the First Emperor appeared here, looked at the young man reciting poetry in front of him, a warm smile on his face, and suppressed the majestic aura emanating from his body.

"Perhaps it's because poetry is so beautiful. No matter where you are, your mood is like gazing at the moon."

"It seems that when I was in Xianyang, all I heard were poems praising me. Although I actually quite enjoyed listening to them, I can't blame them. Really, if only someone could recite even one poem about the moon for me."

"Are you... a big brother? Or a big sister...?" The boy looked curiously at the person who appeared in front of him, dressed in clothes even more gorgeous than Mordred's.

"I am the Son of Heaven," the First Emperor said softly.

"Your Majesty the Emperor!? Eh? Eh? Eh? How could this be...!?" The boy stared at the First Emperor with his mouth agape, his words coming out in a blur: "But I've heard that Your Majesty the Emperor is in the heavens! Always hanging above our heads, someone we have to look up to. But you stand at the same height as us... just like us, standing on the ground."

"Yes, I am a human. A human being who wears the heavens and treads the earth. I am no different from you. I have decided that until the end comes, I will be like this... with you all." The First Emperor smiled and looked at the boy, and together with the boy and the villagers, they looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky, radiating its pure light.

"When we are awake, we revel together; when we are drunk, we go our separate ways—"

"—Let us forever roam freely, our love unto death, and meet again in the distant Milky Way—"

At the same time, the resting place of the heroes of Mount Li in the Qinling Mountains of the Qin Dynasty has also undergone some changes.

I recite poems, and the moon accompanies me as I wander; I dance and my shadow dances with me.

When we're sober, we share joy; when we're drunk, we go our separate ways.

I wish to forge an eternal friendship with them, forgetting our past sorrows, and meet again by the misty Milky Way.

The First Emperor stretched out his hand, and seven-colored light rippled from his palm. A wine jug filled with celestial wine fell to the ground, along with a luminous cup engraved with a black bird. Together with the villagers, they drank wine under the moon, recited poems under the moon, and waited for the end to come.

The First Emperor looked at the place where Chaldea had left, and at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was carrying the future of humanity as she departed.

Chaldea bears the responsibility called the future and will embark on an even more arduous path.

The villagers here could only watch the First Emperor and the heroes of Mount Li depart into the distance.

As the First Emperor looked at the villagers drinking the divine wine, happily reciting poems and singing, a warm smile spread across his face.

"Ah...no"

"Do not worry, I will not bestow such a test upon you. Do not panic, do not fear, let us drift into a peaceful dream together."

The scenery of the land seemed to be frozen in time, as if it had become a painting.

This is not a painting of dreams. The First Emperor, who once single-handedly shouldered the responsibility of governing humanity, entrusted the heavy burden he had carried for over 2000 years to a traveler from a foreign land.

Next, he only needs to wait peacefully for the end with his beloved people.

The First Emperor wore a somewhat forlorn expression, as if regretting why the Qin Dynasty could not have developed for several thousand more years, why the Qin Dynasty could rule the world so quickly, and why this planet would encounter such a powerful alien god. He seemed to feel guilty for choosing to let go and not choosing to fight to the death with all the ministers of Mount Li.

It seemed as if they felt guilty for not being able to help the people of the Nine Provinces...

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Lostbelt.

Queen Skadi of the Norse Kingdom looked upon the extreme environment where her people could barely survive, upon the icy landscape, and upon the children in the villages.

“Powerful King of the World, you chose to entrust the future to them, you chose to let go. I admire the determination you made when you made this choice.”

"Even so, even if my world can no longer advance, even if my world is a predetermined end, an final destination, I will protect this place until my life ends. Chaldea, I will not back down! I will do everything in my power to destroy you! If I still have the strength..."

Skadi gripped the magic staff made from a black World Tree branch tightly in her hand. Behind her, a huge ice nine-tailed fox stood up and looked at Skadi.

It came over and rubbed against Skadi's belly. Its nine soft, cool, snowflake-like tails spread out, looking absolutely beautiful.

“Go play with the children, go ahead.” Skadi smiled and ruffled the Nine-Tailed Fox’s fluffy white head. “Thank you for staying here with me. Don’t you get bored in this icy, desolate world?”

The Ice and Snow Nine-Tailed Fox shook its head and let out a soft whimper. Snowflakes floated around its body as it leaped out of the window and walked towards the flames spreading, leaving an icy slide beneath its feet.

It moved extremely fast on the icy slide, its body emanating a faint chill.

It opened its mouth, and azure energy and an aura of extreme cold shone from its throat. With a bang, azure light was injected into the thick ice layers to reinforce them.

The monsters living on the ice plains were no match for the Ice Nine-Tailed Fox; with a gentle blast of its freezing rays, it turned them into real ice sculptures.

"...After meeting you, I have more energy left. I hope to help the children in the village live longer." Skadi smiled as she watched what the Snow Nine-Tails was doing. Perhaps you are the one who came to save me. The only Pokémon to appear here to save me, even if you are not human.

A group of snow-white Snow Vulpix, which live in the Alola region, opened their mouths wide and let out a soft "Awooo," indicating that they were hungry. They stared at Skadi with their big, watery eyes.

"Ah... I forgot, it's mealtime now." Skadi waved her wand and placed the wondrous fruit grown in the icy land into the ice bowl in front of the Snow Vajra.

Frozen Ground Lostbelt

The Thunder Emperor was still fast asleep, snoring away, unaware that Anastasia had posted its picture on the All-Worlds Forum.

Lei Di was targeted by a sweet, cute, and shy girl.

Although some of hers are tall and strong.

Although she has a big appetite and can't control her desire to eat, she and Tam might become good friends.

But she's really cute and full of swagger. Who wouldn't love Bagst, who has the attributes of a big eater, a wife, a cook, and a combination of shyness and tsundere?

Bagst had never seen such delicious food before; live mammoths made her mouth water.

Kadoc gritted his teeth, staring resentfully at the screen. Fujimaru Ritsuka, whom he had looked down upon, had gained the First Emperor's approval.

“The capital of Kyushu is willing to entrust its future to Chaldea!? Really... isn’t this decision too hasty? Is it necessary to wait until you’ve witnessed some other Lostbelts and other worlds with your own eyes before making a decision?” Anastasia complained.

“However… I also wish someone could recite a poem for me. Ah… that’s probably just a dream.” Anastasia closed her beautiful eyes and recited poetry with the boy, her heart seemingly already drifting to the beautiful land of Kyushu, traversing…

Bless this beautiful world.

"Waaah... The First Emperor, the First Emperor was truly so great. He was the most unique king I've ever met, without a single selfish desire!! And in the very end, these poems I don't understand inexplicably made me want to cry..."

With tears streaming down her face, Darkness, along with Megumin and Kazuma Sato, watched with heavy hearts as the First Emperor, along with the people of Kyushu, awaited the end.

"My only male idol, the First Emperor... I admire you, but I don't envy you. The burden on your shoulders is too heavy for an ordinary person like me to bear."

Looking at the First Emperor, Kazuma Sato realized how incredibly fortunate he was. Although his teammates were unreliable and he had a Demon King to defeat in the future, his life was still a million times easier than the First Emperor's.

Humanity....

To save humanity and defeat an alien god who might be even more powerful than the Demon King!

This is way too difficult!

He really wanted to send Aqua and all the other gods from the heavens to help the First Emperor and Chaldea kill the alien god.

"The poems of Kyushu are so beautiful... Although I don't quite understand the artistic conception expressed in these poems, I feel as if I am on the land of Kyushu right now, drinking wine and admiring the moon with the villagers, with Jing Ke, and with the First Emperor."

Alice stood on the balcony with a blissful smile on her face, looking at the moon hanging in the sky above her world and at her own reflection on the ground.

The evening breeze caressed her fair and lovely face, her golden hair cascading behind her head, and her eyes curved like a crescent moon, making them even more alluring under the bright moonlight.

That night, everyone in the capital stayed awake, admiring the bright moon hanging in the sky with the First Emperor, reciting the poems the boy had recited.

"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date."

"Raising a cup to invite the bright moon, with my shadow as my companion, we become three..."

Countless people in the human world fell in love with the poetry of Kyushu. People pondered in their minds who Li Bai, the poet who created this unparalleled poetry, really was. Was he a beautiful girl, a handsome young man like Lanling Wang, or an old man with the air of a celestial being like the chief guard?

So many captivating poems were born from the prosperous and thriving land of Kyushu, which makes one yearn for this land and wish to visit it in one's lifetime.

The Fifth Singularity: The North American Mythological Timeline.

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Tokugawa Kaiten Maze Ooku.