I am the savior, do you have any objection?

"Doomsday? Actually, I don't understand any of your quantum fixed belt stuff. I just think the worlds Kree created before were pretty good. Everyone started treating half-price bento boxes and instant noodles as entertainment and food, rather than as a necessity for survival."

Since I think he did a good job, I'll help him if he says he wants to do it; it's just something I do out of interest.

Saitama stared blankly at Aoko with that expressionless face.

"This..." Aozaki Aoko was a little unsure how to refute it for a moment, so she could only follow the contract and pass on the mastermind's name and the predicted abilities of the other party to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Next, we need to figure out a way to fight back.

If that's not enough, then...

"Oh, right." The bald man's sudden voice interrupted Aozaki Aoko's thoughts.

"You're using time for defense, aren't you? It's been a long time since I've hit something for so long without it breaking. But next, I'm going to learn to compress my power into a single point for continuous attacks. The target will be your right shoulder. I'll probably throw around 123000 punches in the first second. You can prepare your defense in advance."

"Alright, I'll begin!"

"What?!" Aoko didn't have time to react. She only saw the bald man, who had been falling at the same time as her, suddenly appear in front of her.

The red fist was so fast that it formed a red streak in her eyes, landing directly on her shoulder.

27 seconds later, Fujimaru Ritsuka lowered her hand, which she had been holding tightly. Although the barrage of Noble Phantasms outside was still continuing, she was completely stunned.

Accelerate! Accelerate! And keep accelerating! The heat generated by friction is almost comparable to the outer ring of the sun.

Until the very end, time seemed to rewind little by little on that fist.

The punch that landed 0.1 seconds later hit Aoko, and the punch that landed 0.1 seconds earlier hit Aoko.

In a world where swordsmen can unleash three strikes from the spatial dimension simply through skill, the fist actually struck what was originally just a conceptual phantom.

Physics... no longer exists.

The planned strategy failed; it was completely unable to reach the last few nautical miles of the enemy, and there was still a second guardian.

Chapter 476 The Savior's Determination

Seeing the momentary look of disappointment on Fujimaru Ritsuka's face.

Everyone knew the result.

"There was a second one, and we failed."

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't know what tone she used when she said those words.

It's not that we won't feel pain just because the deceased are heroic spirits.

Many Servants lose their memories of being with her the next time they meet.

Moreover, all the hard work everyone puts in, training together, collecting materials to strengthen their Spirit Origins, and even stacking Spirit Origins when summoning the same Servant, will not be repeated in the next summon.

Only those who had formed a bond with her before taking their seats, or those who could modify their own information in Valhalla like Ying Zheng did with the Killing House, could preserve every encounter.

More often than not, some people who were already close friends in Chaldea, even carrying memories of their future interactions with each other, end up facing someone they've just met when they actually go to a Lostbelt or some special Singularity.

If we consider the act of Fujimaru Ritsuka forming bonds with the Heroic Spirits as a visual novel, then...

So, while Fujimaru Ritsuka was trying to win them over, she didn't realize that she herself had already been won over by the Heroic Spirits.

Those aren't points gained from playing a game; they're the kind of feelings that deepen through real companionship, conversation, and mutual understanding.

Even if it's distributing all her cards in front of a mobile game player, the effort and sweat she put in are enough to bring tears to one's eyes.

Moreover, if they are real people, even if we were to meet again by chance, they would only be familiar strangers.

Fujimaru Ritsuka experienced this sadness many times.

But some things can't be accepted just because you have more of them.

At first it was my own business, then it was a lot of things that happened by chance when I found Holy Grail Heroes, and then it was Chaldea.

She did nothing wrong; she just happened to meet someone who claimed to be a staff member from Chaldea, who said she had some kind of talent and hoped she could join Chaldea as a candidate.

Even part of the reason she joined was because of the good benefits she received after joining.

However, a whole host of issues that had nothing to do with her were brought against her, and a group of people who wanted to interrogate human history changed their focus to interrogate her instead.

Now, after countless life-and-death situations, it seems like she's finally sorted out the mess, only to find herself facing a new one. This time, it doesn't even seem to have anything to do with Chaldea, but she still has to deal with it just like she did with Draco.

But it's okay. Anyway, she thought she could go home after dealing with the singularity. It's just another one. What else can she say?

As Aoko said goodbye, Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind was still filled with memories of her time with Yoran, but she had to force herself to suppress her feelings and continue to face the situation.

She is humanity's last Master; if she's not here, then no one else is.

But this time, just like countless times before, she can't do anything on her own. Even if her actual command ability is enough to wipe out the opposing Master in some singularities that require 7v7 when there are similar Servants, what can she do without power?

Every time, I try to win over more people and go all the way to the end, but now, who can I win over and talk to the guy who caused the natural disaster?

……

Outside, after the internal raiders were defeated, the Sea Tiger launched a counterattack.

Setting up such a barrier is something Haihu could accomplish without lifting a finger; it's simply a matter of condensing matter in the air and then applying a magnetic field lock.

Then fix whatever is broken.

However, in Haihu's opinion, with this kind of firepower, it is estimated that by the second half of the month, they could break through the first layer of his six-layered Heavenly Lock.

Now that he had some free time, Haihu began his counterattack.

He raised his finger, occasionally shooting out a bolt of lightning, and soon there was no more attack coming from one direction.

After tapping the protective shield more than 700 times, the world fell silent.

The sea was still covered with waterspouts, and the protective shield had solidified into a tangible form.

Haihu leisurely conjured an invisible recliner in the air and lay down on it.

And so, on the second day after the plan completely failed, there was no further attack. It seemed that the enemy had also given up. Apart from Dante still fighting leisurely with the ship, nothing special seemed to be happening.

However, this is normal. In this kind of siege warfare, unless it is a mind-based or development-based system, the more they fight, the stronger they become.

Of course, all forces should be mobilized for a general offensive from the very beginning of the countdown. If the first round fails, the subsequent attacks will only become weaker and weaker.

It's like playing Age of Empires. If the opponent has built wonders and occupied holy sites, you'll definitely race against time to gather troops and accelerate development to cut off their countdown to victory.

It's unrealistic to wait until it's too late to strike.

But that's the current situation; it's not that Chaldea can't develop.

On the contrary, they can actually develop when there are a large number of Heroic Spirits.

But the problem is that development is completely useless.

Build a bunch of warships, battleships, God-era Gundams, giants from Avisbro, or sea monsters from the Shroud of the City.

These things aren't even enough to withstand a single slap from the first gatekeeper.

Then there's the issue of strength. The strength of a Heroic Spirit is basically locked, and it doesn't increase except by feeding them materials. At most, everyone's Noble Phantasm might suddenly get a buff, or they might share their Noble Phantasms within the same system.

Moreover, the first wave resulted in the loss of a large number of non-standard Servants. These Servants are not to be summoned at will. Human history is not currently biding its time and preparing for a new mission.

Rather, they were outnumbered and had nothing left to do but retreat.

However, refunds also take time!

The moon was bright and the stars were few; the clouds had long since been dispersed, and only the bright moonlight and starlight shone down from the sky.

The third day arrived after the 12 o'clock mark when the magical energy fluctuations were at their strongest.

The enemy has retreated; it seems that simply holding the line is enough.

However, this person is not one to be passive.

"How about it, kid? Can you handle it?"

Kerry didn't turn his head; instead, he kept his eyes glued to the instrument, not blinking once the machine started running.

Following his plan to keep Fujimaru Ritsuka perpetually on the brink of the incident, Kerry came up with something new.

It's nothing more than a simple propaganda war.

Because, in fact, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Kerry had no conflict of principle.

She wants to go home, and she doesn't want her family and friends to be erased from history. That's perfectly fine. Once Kree completely negates history, a new world without restraint, without Dead Apostles, without oppressors, without magicians, and without demigods will come.

Moreover, if there were any lingering problems that needed to be addressed at that time, Kerry would be happy to solve them and protect the world that had already improved.

Even Valhalla, which is located outside the world, might not be affected.

Fujimaru Ritsuka wants a peaceful life, and I, Kerry, want to give everyone a peaceful life. Aren't we on the same side?

The only question is whether this young girl is prepared to abandon the heroic spirits who have journeyed with her for the sake of a better life for more people.

If those Lostbelts and deliberately troublesome individuals like to set tests for Fujimaru Ritsuka, then this can be considered a test given to her by Kree.

Is there a test of one's awareness as a savior?

Chapter 477 Gudako: Right...right?

Kenneth and Waver explained the situation of the last Holy Grail War at the fifteenth monarchical council in Albion, because according to intelligence investigations, the mansion that flew up this time belonged to Kiritsugu Emiya, a participant in the last Holy Grail War.

The global signal problem remains unresolved. It's hard to say whether the Sea Tiger is still influencing the Earth's magnetic field, or whether it's intentional on the part of the Church and various magic-related organizations to prevent the spread of mystery.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the map and realized that her group had not only failed to cross the storm, but were almost being chased from the Pacific Ocean to the Indian Ocean.

The entire world anchored to the surface by the Holy Lance is busy, as they have all received messages from certain beings, and all the world's major organizations are doing their utmost to resist the arrival of that day.

Because they knew that day would not only be a day of catastrophe for many worlds, but also their day of destruction.

The political organization sifted through the data of its various research labs in hopes of finding a weapon that might work, while the magic organization searched for magic that could exile enemies to another dimension or outer space.

The world is in this state now. Although rumors are rampant, it is still relatively stable. However, those who truly control the world are in a state of panic. But no one expected that while everyone is racking their brains to find a way out,

The instigator, who had remained silent throughout and acted without any prior warning, finally spoke.

To be precise, they sent out a person in charge.

"Um... Hello to all the residents of the world... My name is Emiya Shirou, and like you, I am a resident of this world. I believe that you have all heard about what happened in the Pacific Ocean recently, and those of you living by the sea should have noticed that all the ships have been docked in the port and have not set sail these past few days..."

The speaker seemed a little nervous at first, but calmed down after taking a deep breath. However, it was still hard to hide the speaker's inexperience and lack of skill.

But despite its strange and awkward opening, it spread to... the whole world!

Not only did the sound, amplified by the power, cover the entire world at a normal broadcast volume, but even the visuals—a boy who looked somewhat related to Fujimaru Ritsuka sitting in front of a "lens" in a traditional Japanese garden—appeared around the globe through the refraction of light.

You can see them all over the skies: bustling American commercial centers; the French romantic city that is not only not romantic but also rather unhygienic; Venice, a water city where the indigenous people discriminate against tourists and whose lives are indeed seriously affected by tourists; desert regions where the situation is becoming increasingly tense and small-scale armed conflicts have begun; small African villages where bicycles have just become popular; and even nature reserves where only a few rangers and expedition members live.

Wherever humans gather, this sound and the reflected image will appear.

This caused a worldwide uproar. People whispered among themselves, and residents discussed in fear that they could no longer understand Japanese!

Fortunately, the phone that Shirou Emiya brought from Kerry had a translation app that didn't require an internet connection and could also be read aloud by AI. After the AI ​​repeated what he had just said several times in several major languages, everyone finally said: "Now we understand."

Of course, most managers around the world, when faced with this thing that suddenly appears on their foreheads, would do the same: evacuate the crowd below and send out researchers to try to disperse it, rather than stand there like idiots listening to it.

But it doesn't matter, because they will soon find out that this thing cannot be dispelled.

At this point, the person who had spoken up earlier has started talking again.

"What I'm about to say might be beyond everyone's comprehension, and most people probably wouldn't believe it, but magic does exist in our world, and there are specialized organizations managing magic in various places, though those within the organization usually refer to it as magic..."

Next up is a mini-lecture on the Type-Moon universe. Actually, if possible, Kerry would like to invite veteran actor Taiga Fujimura and assistant teacher Illya to do it.

However, at this moment, Master Fujimura Yamato is staring blankly at the sky at the headquarters of his own Yakuza guild.

No, isn't this my number one marriage prospect, the little boy from the Emiya family? What are you doing up there?

Shinji Matou, standing in his own backyard, was even more bewildered.

What...what did you do?

Weren't you guys going to have a Holy Grail War? I thought that mansion flying up was someone's Noble Phantasm.

Faced with a suddenly unfolding worldview, most people who have lived in a materialistic world for so many years are naturally not going to believe it just because of a few words, even though this sudden global broadcast is indeed very strange, and what kind of nonsense it is.

If you said there were magicians in the dark side of our lives, we might believe it.

You said that even physics, chemistry, and various rules are unique to Earth, and that the world we live in is just a piece of paper fixed to Earth by some holy lance.

Most people: Haha! It must be a scam!

Some coastal residents living around the Pacific Ocean, who have witnessed towering beams of light, massive cracks, waterspouts, and various explosions in recent days, yet miraculously unaffected by any of them, are saying: "It must be a lie... right?!" QAQ