Why are all of us who transmigrated at the same time demons?

He slowly raised his right hand, and the light of another Command Seal on the back of his hand vanished silently.

But this time, it wasn't a simple, forceful command. Loran incorporated his profound understanding of energy binding and fragments of laws originating from his inner world.

"Om-!"

In the void, countless golden chains of divine order, composed of highly condensed magical power, suddenly appeared!

Like living serpents, they ignored Gilgamesh's attempts to provoke magical resistance and instantly coiled around his limbs, torso, and even neck!

Runes flowed across the divine chains, emanating a powerful aura that imprisoned everything and suppressed all laws, binding him firmly to the spot, making it difficult for him to move even a finger!

"The Chains of Heaven? Why does this spell give me the feeling of the Chains of Heaven?" Gilgamesh was very surprised, but then... a surge of rage followed.

"Damn it! You lowly bastard!!!" Gilgamesh had never suffered such humiliation. Extreme rage distorted his handsome face as he struggled frantically, attempting to unleash the endless torrent of treasures upon this audacious subject. "You dare...you dare touch my body with your filthy magic! Outrageous! You deserve to die!!"

"Bastard! I will tear you to pieces! I will rip your soul out and burn it forever! I will make you wish you were dead!!"

Roars and curses erupted like venom, filling the entire basement.

Loran frowned slightly, seemingly getting a little impatient with the noise.

With another thought, an exceptionally thick golden divine chain, like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, precisely wrapped around Gilgamesh's jaw, forcibly pried open his teeth, and then locked his tongue tightly like shackles!

"Ugh...!!!" All the angry curses stopped abruptly, turning into unintelligible sobs.

Gilgamesh's eyes were bloodshot, almost spitting fire. He could only stare at Loran with an extremely venomous and incredulous gaze. If looks could kill, Loran would have been torn to pieces long ago.

Loran then stepped forward, casually grabbing Gilgamesh's meticulously styled blond hair and dragging it along the ground without any pity, heading towards a complex magic circle in the corner of the workshop that had already been carved and was shimmering with a ghostly light.

The rough ground rubbed against the Hero King's expensive clothes and skin, bringing a humiliating pain.

As Loran dragged the child along, he spoke in a calm yet piercing tone, his voice echoing in the silent basement:

"You know, the more people lack something, the more they tend to emphasize it."

"The more you call others 'bastards,' the more it shows that you yourself are a 'bastard.'"

“Isn’t that so?” Loran stopped and looked down at the Hero King, who was slammed into the center of the magic circle and looked utterly disheveled. “What did you rely on to sit on the throne and act recklessly? Wasn’t it your ‘two-thirds god and one-third human’ ‘mixed bloodline’? If it weren’t for this divine blood, what kind of born king would you be? You’re just a lucky one who was born with decent skills.”

"Still indulging in the delusion of being the 'one and only king,' how utterly ignorant!"

Upon hearing these words that pierced his deepest pain and denigrated his proud kingly status as the root of "bastardhood," Gilgamesh trembled violently. A beastly growl escaped from his locked throat, and the anger and murderous intent in his eyes almost materialized.

He frantically channeled his magic, trying to break free of the restraints and summon his treasure, but the golden chains of order were unbreakable, and his connection with the Gate of Babylon seemed to be completely blocked and severed by a higher authority! The treasure vault, which he had once commanded with ease, was now completely unresponsive!

Loran used a deeper understanding of "Noble Phantasms" and "Servants" to cast his own spell based on Command Seals, temporarily depriving Gilgamesh of control over the Gate of Babylon.

Ignoring his murderous gaze, Loran continued to articulate his "kingly way" in an icy tone:

"The so-called way of being a king, in essence, boils down to two points."

"The first is power, which is to subdue the world with absolute power. This is called 'hegemony' and can be called a hegemon."

"Secondly, virtue. To win the hearts and minds of all people with lofty virtue is the way of the king, and one can become a wise king."

"Our Han people have their own traditions, combining benevolence and tyranny, and employing both kindness and severity, which is the way to achieve long-term stability and peace."

"And what about you?" Loran's tone was full of undisguised contempt. "Your 'power' is nothing more than relying on a large number of Noble Phantasm Origins to win. Don't you know where you got your Noble Phantasm Origins?"

"And your 'virtue'?" Loran scoffed, "It's utterly awful, utterly repulsive! You're nothing but a tyrant who relies on his bloodline and power to act recklessly and indulge in extravagance! How is your behavior any different from that of Jie and Zhou?"

"When there are no heroes, even a mere scoundrel can rise to fame!"

“A guy who relied on his family’s legacy to do whatever he wanted, and only when he got tired of life did he reluctantly start to seriously govern a small country with a mere few hundred thousand people,” Loran’s voice suddenly rose, carrying a thunderous rebuke, “does he even deserve to call himself a king before me?! Does he even deserve to talk about the majesty of a king?!”

After speaking, Loran said no more. With a surge of power, he slammed Gilgamesh's head into the center of the magic circle as if throwing away a piece of trash!

Immediately afterward, he cut his palm, and his blood, imbued with special magic, dripped onto a key node of the magic circle. The entire magic circle was instantly activated, radiating a bright, eerie light, and the complex runes seemed to come alive, flowing ceaselessly.

At the same time, Loran took out the gem sword passed down in the Tohsaka family and used it as a medium to fully unleash the power of the Second Law!

He made a light stroke in the void.

"Om-!"

A dazzling golden door, in Gilgamesh's astonished gaze, was forcibly torn open in space not far in front of him, slowly opening!

Beyond those doors lay the gleam of endless treasures and weapons—his Gate of Babylon!

"Huh?!" Gilgamesh's pupils constricted, a storm of shock raging within him. Without his permission, without the sole "key," how had this "Tokiomi Tohsaka" forcibly opened his treasury?!

He now finally felt a chill to the bone and a trace of regret. Why did he treat it like a game and not activate the "Omniscient and Omnipotent Star" that could see through everything?

Now, his skills are locked and his treasures are taken away. Like a lamb to the slaughter, he can only endure this endless humiliation.

“Perfect, this body is fire-attribute, which is extremely compatible with the Tohsaka family’s ley lines.” Loran stated coldly, raising his jeweled staff and beginning to mobilize the vast ley line magic of Fuyuki City.

As the nominal administrator of this place, he has this authority.

The next moment, immense magical power surged into the forcibly opened Gate of Babylon! Inside the treasure vault, it seemed to transform into the mythical Bagua furnace, with terrifyingly high temperatures instantly engulfing everything!

Countless precious Noble Phantasms melted and deformed at a visible speed in the flames that exceeded their limits, transforming into a colorful liquid torrent containing immense energy and fragments of concepts.

Then, under Loran's incredibly precise mental control, these liquid "materials" began to be forcibly shaped, compressed, and refined.

Finally, Loran's gaze fell upon Gilgamesh, who was trembling violently with rage within the magic circle.

"Although I find it rather absurd, this world acknowledges your title and status as the 'most ancient king of mankind'."

“In the ancient, ignorant times, the king was also the great shaman.” Loran’s voice carried an ancient and cruel sense of ritual. “As a shaman, to offer everything as a sacrifice for this divine weapon that is about to be born, a symbol of time and civilization, is also your… destiny.”

After saying that, under Gilgamesh's angry and twisted gaze, Loran manipulated the chains of order, lifted him up, and mercilessly threw him into the collapsing and merging Gate of Babylon, into the blazing furnace of concepts!

The spirit origin of the King of Heroes, his immense magical power, his status as the "most ancient king," and the countless melted essences of Noble Phantasms... all of these were frantically fused and tempered under the guidance of the second spell's leyline fire and the forging of Loran's will!

The entrance to the treasure vault twisted and shrank violently, eventually transforming into a dazzling sphere of light that was impossible to look at directly.

The sphere of light gradually stabilized, and its shape began to solidify. Finally, the prototype of a longsword with an ancient and mysterious design slowly emerged from the radiance.

The blade possesses a peculiar texture, like rippling blue waves; upon closer inspection, it seems as if countless fine ripples of time are constantly spreading across its surface. The hilt, on the other hand, is like transparent glass, existing between reality and illusion; holding it feels like one can sense the weight of civilization.

Simply gazing at it is as if one sees a vast river of time flowing endlessly before one's eyes, where the rise, prosperity, and decline of countless civilizations flash by in the shimmering waves.

Loran reached out and grasped the newly formed divine weapon embryo, feeling the immense power of time and the imprint of civilization contained within it.

“This sword…” He hesitated for a moment, “Let’s call it ‘Years’ for now.”

"As for the name 'Time,' it is more appropriate to leave it to my future sword."

Chapter 282 Type-Moon: Speedrunning the Holy Grail War (Part 2)

Fuyuki City, Tohsaka Residence. The night was deep, and only the crackling of the fireplace echoed in the study.

"Teacher?" Kirei Kotomine, dressed in a black ceremonial robe, looked at Tokiomi Tohsaka, who stood with his back to him in front of the huge French windows, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "Why did you summon me here so urgently? According to the plan, we should be playing the role of enemies at this moment to avoid arousing suspicion."

However, when Tokiomi Tohsaka slowly turned around, his face revealed a mysterious smile that was different from his usual elegant and composed demeanor, but instead carried a hint of profundity and transcendence. Kirei Kotomine's muscles tensed up instantly!

As an agent who has handled countless extraordinary events around the world, he has an extremely keen sense of aura.

The person before me, though possessing the appearance of a teacher, exudes an inner aura as if from a different soul! Is it some kind of sophisticated disguise? Or... something worse?

“Kirei,” Loran (Tokiomi Tohsaka) said calmly, her voice carrying an undeniable authority, seemingly oblivious to the growing wariness in her disciple’s eyes. “Don’t be nervous. Summon all your Assassins.”

Kirei Kotomine harbored many doubts, but years of training had instilled in him the habit of maintaining the highest level of vigilance while carrying out orders.

He raised his arm, which was engraved with Command Seals, as instructed. In any case, having the Servant appear would increase his side's leverage.

"In the name of the Command Seal, Hassan of a Hundred Faces, appear!"

A surge of magical energy rippled through the mansion. The next moment, figures, as if emerging from the shadows, quietly appeared.

The assassin clones of Hassan, of all shapes and sizes, men and women, young and old, filled the spacious study and connecting corridor like ghosts in just a few breaths, silently yet with a suffocating sense of oppression.

Hundreds of eyes, hidden under masks or hoods, focused intently on Loran.

“Master,” one of Hassan’s avatars, the tallest and seemingly the dominant consciousness, spoke in a deep, hoarse voice, “what major event has occurred that has led you to summon us all with Command Spells?”

Just as Kirei Kotomine was about to speak, his gaze was drawn to something that had appeared in Lorraine's hand at some unknown time.

It was a long sword. The blade did not have the cold gleam of metal, but rather a strange texture like the flowing years, shimmering and sparkling. Gazing at it, one could almost see the river of time rushing before one's eyes, with countless fragments of life rising and falling within it.

Kirei Kotomine even vaguely saw a silhouette of his own past in it—devout practice, rigorous training, and the unfillable emptiness deep within his heart…

"When did you acquire such a... Noble Phantasm, Master?" A huge question gripped Kirei Kotomine's mind. He was about to ask when Loran spoke first.

Loran's gaze swept over the room full of Hassan's clones. Far from being tense, he revealed a look of satisfaction, like an appraiser looking at rare materials.

"Perfect timing. The mobility of my body is a weakness. Your presence can make up for that."

Upon hearing this, even the most obtuse person would realize that the "Tokiomi Tohsaka" in front of them was definitely not the real person!

"You are not Tokiomi's teacher!" Kirei Kotomine shouted, no longer hesitating! He exerted force with his feet, the ground trembled slightly, and his body shot out like a cannonball, delivering a powerful and unparalleled Bajiquan "Heart-Piercing Elbow" straight to the central palace of Loran!

The punch was fierce, and the air made a sharp explosion. If this strike landed, it would be enough to instantly incapacitate any magician who was not skilled in close combat!

However, faced with this thunderous attack, Loran simply took a half-step back, and at the same time, he flipped his wrist, and the "Years" blade was swung out in an arc that was mysterious and unpredictable, as if it were in harmony with some kind of celestial trajectory.

"Five Directions Emperor Blade - Black Emperor Overwhelms All Things!"

The longsword "Years" swiftly drew a circle, its light not spreading but rather converging inward, instantly creating a dark, bottomless vortex before Loran! That vortex seemed to be the origin of the universe's void, emanating a terrifying suction force that devoured everything and ended all things! Chaos was like a chicken egg, before the Great One was divided!

"What's this?!"

"Can't move!"

The room was filled with Hassan's clones, and no matter where they hid, they all felt an irresistible force seizing their spirits! Amid cries of alarm, hundreds of figures were pulled as if by an invisible giant hand, involuntarily thrown into the dark vortex!

Within the vortex, it was as if countless invisible millstones were turning, crushing, pulverizing, and disintegrating the Hassan clone that was thrown into it! The sounds of bones shattering and spiritual wails mingled together, creating a chilling atmosphere.

In just a moment, all of Hassan's clones were completely crushed, mixed and recombined, turning into the purest stream of magic and basic spiritual particles, surging and turbulent in the vortex.

Kirei Kotomine's punch, powerful enough to shatter stone, didn't even reach the hem of Lorraine's clothes before being swept by the aftershocks of the incomparably sharp blade energy overflowing from the edge of the vortex!

"laugh--!"

Blood splattered! Kirei Kotomine's entire right arm was severed at the shoulder! A sharp pain shot through him, and he groaned. A look of horror finally flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he used the force to fly backward, crashing into the stained glass window behind him, trying to break through the window and escape!

This "Tokiomi Tohsaka" is far beyond his comprehension!

Loran ignored the fleeing Kirei Kotomine, his attention completely focused on the immense energy gathering before him. He twisted his wrist again, and the sword's momentum shifted dramatically!

"Five Directions Emperor Blade - Fire Emperor Burns Heaven and Earth!"

"Om-!"

As if a spark had fallen into a sea of ​​oil, the immense energy that had been crushed and purified by the "Black Emperor Overturns All Things" was instantly ignited! Boundless, scorching flames ignited in the void. These flames were no ordinary fire; they carried the powerful will to revolutionize civilization, burn away the old, and give birth to new life!

Under the tempering of this conceptual fire, Hassan's shattered spiritual foundation was further refined and purified, with impurities removed, leaving only the most essential conceptual characteristics such as "concealment," "aura concealment," and "mobility."

Under Loran's precise control of his powerful mental energy, these refined energies and concepts began to weave and take shape at breakneck speed. Finally, the flames dissipated, revealing a cloak that was neither cloth nor iron, but a deep blackish-gray with shadows flowing across its surface, which floated silently in the air.

Loran beckoned, and the cloak flew automatically behind him, draping over him. The instant the cloak was on, a unique power belonging to the Assassin class surged into his limbs and bones!

Aura Concealment A+, Throwing (Short Sword) B, Hidden Knowledge Librarian C... The many skills and attributes of Hassan the Hundred Faces were perfectly replicated and superimposed onto Loran's originally frail magician body.

The feeling of lightness in the body, the affinity for shadows, the instinct to lurk and hide... all instantly elevated several levels!

“Now, I’m finally free to act without restraint.” Loran stretched his wrists with satisfaction, feeling the power surging within his body. “It seems that I’ll be using other people’s identities quite often in the future. I need to quickly develop a method to rapidly build a powerful physical body…”

His mind raced, and countless pieces of spiritual knowledge collided and combined in his mind.

"Such a weak start is inevitable in the future. In order to strengthen my physical body quickly, I have to think of a way."

“My spiritual power far surpasses that of my physical body. Perhaps I can try to interfere with matter with my spirit, visualize the indestructible Vajra, and directly build a strong physique… This method could be called the ‘Tibetan Tantric Wisdom Book’.”

Another idea emerged: "We can also draw on the principle of the Quincy's perfect body, use magic to simulate spiritual particles, construct 'blood armor' within the body, and create an indestructible temporary body in a short time."

With her plan set in mind, Loran didn't linger.

With a thought, his black and gray cloak swayed slightly, and his figure became blurred as if blending into the night, activating Hassan's top-level stealth ability.

The goal is to end this so-called Holy Grail War in one night.

The first targets to be eliminated were the perverted master-servant pair who enjoyed killing—Ryunosuke Uryu and Caster Gilles de Rais.

Inside a dark and damp underground workshop in Fuyuki City.

"Master Greenbeard! Look! This is my latest artistic creation! I have perfectly integrated the colors of the internal organs with the structure of the bones!" Ryunosuke Uryu excitedly showed his servant a child's corpse twisted into a bizarre posture and exuding a strong bloody smell, holding up his blood-soaked hands.

“Oh, my dear Ryunosuke,” Caster Gilles de Rais, the French marshal with bulging eyes and a pale complexion, responded in an aria-like, exaggerated tone, “From an aesthetic point of view, your work is full of vitality and visual impact! However, in terms of ritual, perhaps a slight adjustment could be made to make this ‘beauty’ even more… eternal.”

He smiled, picked up a rusty scalpel, and began to perform nauseating "modifications" on the corpse.

"Wow! As expected of the master! This technique is exquisite!" Ryunosuke exclaimed in a frenzy, as if admiring a master's painting.

Just then, Gilles de Rais paused, his bulging eyes turning toward the workshop entrance, a cruel smile spreading across his face.