BOOM—!
Thunder rumbled violently, reverberating through the corridors like the roaring winds of a valley. The entire space quaked beneath its deafening fury.
This was Emiya's final technique—his last, desperate hope of survival.
His legs were already numb from pushing them beyond their limits, the wounds on his thighs festering with each stride as the wind lashed mercilessly against them.
Blood streamed freely down his face, nearly obscuring his one remain...
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“…”
Emiya remained silent, offering no response to the demon’s question.
Not because he intended to hide some great secret, but simply because he himself didn’t understand why Muzan’s blood had failed to transform him into a demon.
“If you refuse to speak, then I shall simply devour you and uncover the truth myself.”
It would be no different from how Muzan, by devouring Tamayo, learned the nature of the poison she had planted inside herself—or how Dou...
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“Where is she?!”
“Where is she?!”
“Where is she?!”
Scene after similar-yet-different scene flashed past Emiya's eyes in rapid succession.
He'd long since lost count of how many windows he’d leaped through across countless connected spaces.
Even the creator of this chaotic realm struggled to follow Emiya’s erratic jumps from one scene to the next.
Every time it pinpointed Emiya’s location, he slipped away like an eel, leaping into another s...
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Slaying the demon named Kaigaku didn’t earn Emiya even a moment’s respite.
As if sensing him as an intruder, the bizarre space itself seemed to come alive, countless winding staircases and rooms hurtling toward Emiya from every angle.
Their movements weren't as fast as Kaigaku's; indeed, they barely matched the agility of ordinary demons.
But their sheer numbers and wide-ranging assault made up for it.
Everything around Emiya had become an instrument of attack.
...
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The battle raged on within the irregular space.
Yet something had gradually changed.
Kaigaku had initially dominated Emiya utterly, but now Emiya began to hold his own as time went by.
The rate at which Emiya acquired new wounds steadily decreased.
It was as if Emiya had grown familiar with Kaigaku’s fighting style, his Nichirin Blade continuously pressing closer to Kaigaku’s neck.
Emiya had learned Thunder Breathing through [Projection]. How...
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BOOM—!
Amidst thunderous roars, eerie black lightning coiled around Kaigaku's body, and his formerly dark golden Nichirin Blade was now covered in sinister black patterns.
"[Thunder Breathing—Fourth Form: Distant Thunder]!"
Kaigaku, his entire form crackling with black lightning, lunged at Emiya with overwhelming force, hurtling toward him like a devastating storm.
A razor-sharp slash cleaved toward Emiya.
"[Sword Br...
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After Varka left, having endured a thorough scolding, Eula—still a bit pale—slipped in at the door like she was sneaking around.
“What are you looking at?”
Seeing her glancing all around, Artem couldn’t help but find it both amusing and curious.
Eula didn’t answer right away.
Instead, she locked the door, hurried to Artem’s bedside, and asked anxiously, “How’s your wound? Let me take a look.”
“Hiss—”
Hearing that, Artem clutched hi...
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It had to be said—Mondstadt’s healing arts truly were the finest in the Seven Nations.
Artem’s heart had been run through.
Yet under the ministrations of the church healers, he recovered as if nothing had happened.
But his face remained clouded with gloom.
What happened today, he and Varka had agreed it would just be an act.
Varka would put on a convincing show of trying to kill him, creating an impossible dilemma—forcing Eula to make a choice and maybe, ...
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Facing the sheer might of the [Glacial Seal], even Varka couldn’t help but be moved.
The bloodline of sinners… can wield such strength?
While he was still reeling in astonishment, the berserk Eula was already upon him.
The moment she saw the gaping wound in Artem’s chest, the pain on her face grew even deeper, and the swings of her greatsword only became more savage.
From the way she fought, it was clear—she was ready to tear Varka apa...
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Eula stood to the side, utterly stunned by what she was seeing.
She’d originally thought that, up against Varka, Artem might not even last three rounds.
Especially now—she had lost her [Vision].
She couldn’t summon [Song of Broken Pines] anymore.
If she tried to help, all she’d do was get in the way.
Her anxiety spiked.
But to her shock, Artem was actually holding his own against Varka.
He’s this strong?...
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What is the thing the Lawrence clan fears most right now?
Without a doubt, it’s Varka.
Back when the Lawrence clan was holding their secret meetings, Artem Vetrovski had patted his chest and confidently promised there was no need to worry about Varka.
The Fatui, he assured them, would have a Harbinger personally step in to keep him occupied.
But now, Varka was standing right there before them, clear as day.
Schubert Lawrence, both shocked and furious, was just ...
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The Lawrence family estate.
Nearly every member of the Lawrence clan had gathered outside the gates of their ancestral castle, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Fatui soldiers and enduring a long-winded, excruciating pre-battle speech.
Artem Vetrovski stood off to the side, struggling to keep his eyes open—yawning so much he could hardly stop himself.
He had no idea where the Lawrence clan leader got his lung power. The man had been rambling on for two or three hours with...
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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
As the morning light gently crept across the land, Artem Vetrovski drew a deep breath.
He had finally resolved the question that had haunted him the past two days.
It’s not worth it.
Mondstadt wasn’t worth this much effort.
Even factoring in what Old Man Coulson did for him—finding him on Dragonspine, rescuing him from dying in a foreign world—
It still wasn’t enough.
He used to think if he ...
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As agreed, Artem Vetrovski had organized a team to set up a secret base outside Mondstadt, a hidden spot for contact with the Lawrence family.
The place was so well concealed that Schubert Lawrence had to circle the mountain several times before finding it.
“Hmph, savages from foreign lands, just as I thought,” Schubert sniffed, glaring at the sentries. “To think you’d put your camp in such a rundown place. Not a trace of noble taste to be found. If you people weren’t us...
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…
Staring at the black chain he’d just thrown out, Artem Vetrovski blinked.
What on earth…?
Black fire, black chains—no doubt about it, he was wielding the godly power from the [Delusion].
But… hadn’t he already shattered the [Delusion]?
And now, the black fire and black chains were almost… too clean.
He distinctly remembered that when he’d used the [Delusion] before, the black chai...
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After several rounds of careful experimentation, Artem Vetrovski finally uncovered the unique nature of Crepus’s [Delusion].
Unlike the standard [Delusions] he carried—imitations of Visions that simply drew on elemental energy—this one’s power came from within itself.
In other words, this [Delusion] carried an immense force: the power of a deceased god.
But there was a catch.
Whenever he used it, Artem...
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My name is Roxy Migurdia.
Forty years old. Physically looks about fourteen...
Hmm. Somehow, that sounds suspicious no matter which way you say it.
Anyway—I'm a demon.
So despite being forty, I'm actually still in the middle of adolescence by my race's standards.
In human terms, that would be...
Fourteen.
Yeah.
At fourteen, I ran away from home and became an adventurer.
Back then, I thought I was finally escaping the nightmare of not bein...
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Allen froze.
But just then, the smoke before him began to whirl like a vortex! Flashes of light and shadow spun rapidly past his eyes.
Mountains. Rivers. Lakes and oceans.
Silhouettes of people. Herds of beasts.
Scene after scene streaked by like a torrent of memory, and Allen felt his head about to spin clean off. He quickly shut his eyes and opened his mouth to shout—
“Bro! Stop flashing! I’m going blind over here!”
Perhaps sensing the sincerity i...
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The flames licked the edges of the letter, letting out a low hiss.
The "telepathic dialogue" continued.
Allen leaned back in his chair with ease, chin resting in his palm, eyes narrowed in satisfaction as he watched the letter burn.
So my childhood-phase score is maxed out. Does that mean I can advance to the tutoring phase now, task-wise? Or do I have to wait until next summer, when Rudeus heads to Roa, for it to officially start according to the original story?
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Time rewinds to the day before.
The sunset blazed like fire. Everyone stood stunned, staring at the snow—clearly stained red with blood.
And then, suddenly, Zenith and Paul’s expressions shifted. Without a word, they each grabbed a nearby shovel and began digging into the snow with frantic urgency. Paul’s battle aura had long been exhausted—he was running on brute strength alone.
Shovelful after shovelful, the snow was flung aside. Layer by layer, the blood-soaked dr...
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Beneath the winter snow valley.
The white-haired girl's smile outshone even the moonlight.
And for some reason, Allen—watching this scene—felt a sudden, nameless fire ignite in his chest. It burned through him, searing his mind into numbness, while his body was left cold as ice.
As a swordsman, his grip on the blade was supposed to be steady.
Yet under cover of night, Allen's hand trembled ever so slightly.
This had only happened twice before—similar, yet e...
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One day earlier.
At the moment of the fall.
Allen and Sylphy were plummeting rapidly through the air—without Rudeus’s wind magic to support them.
They were close. So close, in fact, that—
The wind raging through the valley had already torn Allen’s hair loose, and his glasses had shattered during the first charge through the monster horde. The tie holding back his hair had long since been snatched away by the mountain winds.
The wind howled like a screechi...
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When a person is caught in the grip of emotional torment, time begins to move unbearably slow.
Zenith felt as though she had cried herself dry.
Her hair hung in disarray, her face pale and despondent as she stared blankly into the ravine before her.
The mountain was full of silhouettes, flickering and blurred.
Nearly every able-bodied man in Buena Village had come to help dig. Ever since the dreadful news had arrived before midnight the night before, the rescue effort ...
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Sylphy’s house sat almost at the northernmost edge of Buena Village.
When they first picked the location, it was chosen for convenience—Laws, as a hunter, needed easy access to the forest. But when his wife, Nolda, neared her due date, the couple had already discussed moving somewhere closer to the village center, thinking about their future child’s social circle.
“If we keep living on the edge of town, won’t she have to walk too far just to play with the other children?...
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In that split second of tactical judgment, the battle aura wrapped around Allen’s legs gave him one final push. He twisted midair, turning his back to the oncoming monsters, both arms wrapped tightly around Rudeus and Sylphy to shield them.
The aura surged at his back—but the force of his dive did not slow.
And then, amid Sylphy and Rudeus’s screams, Allen became a cannonball crashing into the horde of monsters mid-leap.
The sea of monsters bulged around the point of i...
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The slaughter was proceeding smoothly, almost methodically. And visibly, the number of monsters in the valley was dwindling.
No one had any intention of stopping. The operation had gone too well.
Paul was already starting to show signs of fatigue, but Allen was still brimming with energy.
“One hour’s up!”
Laws, though basking in the success of the hunt, remained cool-headed and dutiful. The moment time ran out, he called out the reminder right on cue.
Rudeu...
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Manhattan Cafe, having had a restless night, found her cousin’s gaze especially odd today.
Nevertheless, the group still cheerfully celebrated Cafe’s significant victory at the Kikuka Sho.
The Kikuka Sho effectively signaled the nearing end of the racing year. At least in Japan, after the Kikuka Sho, the only major event left was the Arima Kinen.
If the Kikuka Sho was the whistle marking the closing stretch, the Arima Kinen was undoubtedly the final call.
Under the...
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Sunday Silence stubbornly refused to leave Gotham Song’s body. Meanwhile, Manhattan Cafe—completely oblivious to this—hurried out of the waiting room, appearing before her cousin with a slightly crestfallen expression.
“Cafe-nee? What's wrong? You just won the Kikuka Sho, didn’t you?”
“It’s… nothing. I just feel like I forgot something important there.”
Though her "friend" had always come and gone unpredictably, vanishing for extended periods at times, sh...
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Mejiro McQueen walked silently along the path back home.
As always, Phantom Twilight Song floated alongside her, occasionally making odd noises to disrupt her "little sister’s" deep thoughts.
“So, Phantom, you definitely felt something in that direction, didn’t you? Yet in the end, you sensed nothing at all?”
“Ah, there wasn’t anything I could do! The feeling was completely blocked—vanishing without a trace. That alone suggests we've encountered a worthy oppone...
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Naturally, Gotham Song had no idea about Sunday Silence’s thoughts. She was simply waving the cheering flag with all her might, eyes bright with pride as she watched her cousin cross the finish line.
And in that instant, Manhattan Cafe bid farewell forever to anonymity.
She became the honored winner of the Kikuka Sho, claiming a title countless Uma Musume could only dream of.
Of course, from Gotham Song’s perspective, perhaps it wasn’t something incredible—but that w...
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