Shirou Attains Buddhahood / Shirou in Sage Mode ...

But at the end, the adorable fairy reveals a wicked smile filled with lust to the protagonist.

The protagonist is a puppet who is cruelly manipulated from beginning to end.

Chapter 770 Shirou

Shirou closed the last volume of the manga. The plot was similar to his own experiences, except that the protagonist was more constrained and passive, living under the control of others from beginning to end.

However, in terms of plot quality, the story is well-structured and interconnected, making it a decent suspense thriller. It's almost as if the author reinterpreted his own experiences and then artistically adapted them into a second creation.

Shirou mentally Servant all the writers with peculiar tastes he had encountered: Shakespeare, Andersen, Alexandre Dumas, Alexandre Dumas, fils, Marie Shelley, Jules Verne...

"There's more! If you want to see it, then watch it all!" the girl beside her said.

"Huh? You want me to look at this here? Really?" Shirou stared at the obviously erotic doujinshi. Surrounded by a group of girls, looking at this kind of thing? What's going on?!

"Please!" The girls handed over their IF notebooks without further ado.

If the focus is on plot and suspense, then these are all about 'sex! sex! sex!'—a massive, blood-soaked feast! And the main characters are all red-haired youth look very similar to him, while the female protagonists are the girls in this story.

'Wait! What kind of game is this? Is it a new bullying tactic at school?'

"Um... Kousaka classmate? Can you tell me what's going on here?" Shirou asked Kyousuke, who was also male, for help.

"Please don't talk to me, I want to be alone..." Kyousuke, sitting dejectedly to the side, said lifelessly. They weren't friends, they were enemies!

He managed to escape from the comic convention while covering for the girls, but he had already lost something important that he could never retrieve.

Moreover, instead of receiving respect upon his return as a hero, he was forced by girls to read an "what if" story doujinshi featuring a boy who looked remarkably like him. He discovered he had an ambiguous relationship with the muscular protagonist, King Billy, in the story. He even dreamt last night that he had dropped a bar of the same soap on the floor, but he clearly hadn't picked it up! Why were the contents of the doujinshi so different?

From that time on, the girls looked at him with a subtle expression. Although their relationship seemed to have become closer, without the distance that was traditionally reserved between men and women, in a sense, they had become incredibly distant.

'How dare he! This bastard not only has a girlfriend, but he also wants to steal my sister! What else does he want me to say?'

This world is so cruel. Kyousuke, feeling a pang of longing, even found himself missing the warm gazes he'd received from those burly guys at the anime convention. At least there were still people in this world who loved him.

Shirou realized that no one was willing to help him out, so he had no choice but to make the decision and open the first notebook.

"No, don't pull it out, come in!"

"If you don't explain yourself clearly, I won't know what you're talking about!"

"I'll talk! I will! So... so come in!"

Shirou slammed the notebook shut, his face flushed red, and his ears burned. He thought he was used to drawing doujinshi for Eriri and Hime no Toki all the time, but being stared at by girls and watching this kind of thing was so embarrassing!

'I would never say such lines! I only say Type-Moon Heavy Industries! Mushroom's language! There are only furnaces, water pumps, and vises! Ovens! Nails! Where would I find such fancy stuff!'

"What's wrong? Keep going!"

"You don't think this is enough, do you?" the girls asked Shirou. Although they were actually quite shy, these were things they had experienced, so they wanted this jerk Shirou to go through them too.

"I know! I think this is enough!" Shirou felt himself falling into depravity, his soul becoming increasingly corrupt.

'In any case, try reciting Buddhist scriptures. Form is emptiness, emptiness is form...'

Shirou silently recited the Mahaprajnaparamita Hridaya Sutra Tang Sanzang, also reciting scriptures, appeared in his mind.

"You are now my new disciple, and your Dharma name will be Wuse! Please guide me from now on! Wuse ~!" The busty girl in the swimsuit stood up, smiled, and patted his head.

Your breasts are too close; you should have some self-respect.

"Oh, junior brother, I'll protect Old Sun from now on." A monkey-like ape beastman with a face exactly like Osmanthus, the Pharaoh among Pharaohs, said with a grin, his Ruyi Jingu Bang slung over his shoulder.

"Junior brother, from now on, you'll be in charge of leading the Old Pig. I'll keep watch," the pig-man beastman said with a hearty laugh.

"Junior brother, don't listen to what he says. From now on, we're brothers," said a man with a thick, honest-looking beard, pushing aside the orc.

This seems to be something I'm experiencing in some parallel universe...

No, no! Tang Monk could never be a woman! Moreover, she's a silly woman who runs around in a swimsuit and gets lost all the time!

Shirou shook his head wildly, pulling himself out of his imagined world of desire. He began reciting the Heart Sutra again, trying to calm his mind; this was a great test for him from this world.

The monster hunter beast-eared girl, dressed in a black boar suit, unfastened her fur-lined bra and stuffed a symbol of motherhood into his mouth.

A young girl's gentle, motherly voice sang a lullaby. "Baby, eat more, grow up quickly."

Shirou once again broke free from his chanting and began reciting the scriptures again.

"Senbei~! I like it~! I want a hug~! Come into my arms." Lip, the most eye-catching purple-haired girl in Sakura's battle, opened her enormous claws and pulled him into her huge embrace. She squeezed and squeezed, his whole body sinking into her, as bouncy and incredibly soft as an air mattress, sucking his hands into it. He could even smell a warm, milky scent, and then...

"Oh no! Breathe! Breathe... I'm suffocating!"

Shirou breathed heavily, having escaped his mental state. He finally understood why those who went into seclusion would go astray! The world of chanting scriptures and meditation was truly profound and extensive.

In the very end... Shirou had an epiphany! All things in this world are ultimately illusory. Power and influence are nothing but fleeting clouds. We watch as someone builds a magnificent mansion, hosts lavish banquets, and then witnesses its collapse.

Despite having immense wealth and indulging in luxury, ultimately you can't take anything with you when you die.

A delicate beauty, stunningly beautiful, will grow old in ten years, and decades later, she will be nothing more than a skeleton in disguise.

Chapter 771 Shirou Sage Mode

Shirou then opened the doujinshi again, seemingly in a sage-like state.

Ignoring the pink onomatopoeia, ignoring the gradually degenerating monologue within the black frame, ignoring the lewd dialogue within the white frame, I focused on searching for clues related to the world I had been drawn into amidst the image of white, fleshy flesh!

"Yamete!"

"No! Don't stop!"

"One warehouse! One warehouse!"

All temptations and desires are no longer distractions. At this moment, the scene in Shirou's eyes is bathed in a white Holy Light, leaving only the crucial plot developments.

Shirou quickly flipped through the "what if" storybooks the girls handed him, gaining a basic understanding of their contents and the circumstances they experienced.

After that, Shirou looked at the girls with clear, handsome eyes, devoid of any malice, and as gentle as a spring breeze, and said, "You should still remember me, right? There were two twin maids in the castle, probably middle school students, or just starting high school. And the mastermind behind it all was Earl Roswaal, the tall, thin man who was in charge of the inheritance, disguised as a clown."

"No, in my memory, I encountered a fat middle-aged man, along with two adult male waiters. Just like in the if story."

"Huh? The book I bought clearly depicts a mean-spirited noblewoman with two adult maids. That's how it was in my dream too."

"Huh?" Shirou stared blankly at the orange-haired girl.

"Huh!" Kirino's eyes widened in surprise.

"Huh??" Shirou looked at the gothic lolita again to confirm.

"Eh!!" The Kuro Neko's eyes widened in surprise.

"Huh?! What's going on?" Eriri asked, completely bewildered.

"Sawamura-san... don't you understand even this?" Utaha Kasumigaoka covered her face, looking at her with an expression of utter exasperation, and continued, "What did you experience in that world? Just tell me about the things that left a deep impression on you."

"Huh?" Eriri glared at Utaha Kasumigaoka, annoyed, but still tried to recall and said, "I think I almost died several times in my dreams! Either I was killed by monsters or I had to kill monsters, it felt like a really awful world."

"Huh?! Didn't you say you were going to kill someone important?" Shirou turned around and asked the girl in surprise.

"It's a monster! It wears human skin, but everyone turns evil at night, so I ended up hiding in Shirou's room," Eriri said.

"Huh... didn't you sneak into my room at night to ambush me?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

"Waaaaah! So you remembered after all!" Eriri blushed like a cat with its fur standing on end, and suddenly yelled, "Idiot! Shirou big idiot! Don't say things like that here!"

"Ah..." Shirou recalled the plot of an 'what if' doujinshi featuring a blonde with twin tails and a childhood friend.

"Hey... So you went on a night raid? When did you grow up to be so capable?" Utaha Kasumigaoka asked the blond loser in surprise.

"Whoa! No! I told you it was a dream, it was a dream! My memory of it is all blurry now! Right, Shirou!" Eriri shouted, waving her hands frantically.

"..." Shirou had been dragged into this, covered his face. Past experience told him not to argue, because the more he argued, the more unclear things would become. No, even if he jumped into the Yellow River now, he wouldn't be able to clear his name.

But I was clearly the victim who was murdered, okay? Why did it turn out like this?!

"Sigh..." Utaha Kasumigaoka rubbed her head and sighed with a headache. Things seemed to be more complicated than she had thought. In some ways, Shirou's relationships with the other girls were quite entangled.

"Shiyu, I have never done anything to betray you," Shirou explained, looking at his girlfriend who seemed quite troubled.

"Well, I can still think of things like that." Utaha Kasumigaoka nodded at Shirou to show her understanding. After all, she wasn't someone who hadn't experienced anything. The story in the dream unfolded so exaggeratedly, and according to the plot of the doujinshi, all the villains were extremely vicious.

If she were to have silly dreams about her boyfriend and jealousy over the anime characters she draws in her notebook, she probably would never have a moment of peace.

As expected of a bestselling novelist, his understanding of things related to the story is impressive, and he certainly has basic logical abilities.

Shirou breathed a sigh of relief; at least things hadn't gotten out of control.

'And now is not the time to question Shirou...' Utaha Kasumigaoka glanced at the other girls. She had to stabilize her own side before she could deal with these troublesome little fairy!

"But if that's the case... doesn't that mean everyone's memories in dreams are different? Is that why there are 'what if' scenarios?" Shirou broke out in a cold sweat and asked in a low voice, "What does it feel like for you in your dreams? Are you being manipulated and losing your memories?"

"No, I really tried hard to wake up from the dream. I pinched my cheeks several times, but it didn't hurt at all," Kirino said.

"Yeah, but apart from me and Shirou- nii-san, the others all seem to have no memories of the outside world," Ayase said.

"So, in dreams, you really do have free will to act?" Shirou asked in surprise.

"Huh? When you're dreaming, you can't control everything, but you can definitely control your own actions, right?" the Kuro Neko said matter-of-factly.

When you have a nightmare, your actions might unfold in a terrifying way, while a pleasant dream is full of joy and happiness. In either case, you're not an observer, but the protagonist.

In other words, the girls Shirou encounters in that world may not be their own will, but rather some kind of copy. And each of these girls may be, like Utaha Kasumigaoka, the protagonist of their own story in another parallel world!

In that world, Shirou is likely to be in a state similar to the other girls Shirou encounters, having lost his memories and become immersed in the characters, following the plot, and easily influenced by the black mist, potentially turning evil and going berserk at any time.

Shirou inwardly groaned, "Komachi! You didn't tell me there were so many parallel worlds!!!"

In the other world, Komachi is lying in bed having a sweet dream. She says, "Onii-chan is trapped in the desert with Monkey, a pig, and a kappa? Wait, Komachi is coming to rescue you. Eh? You got caught by a cow monster and are about to suffocate? Don't worry, Komachi is here, you're alright now. Eh! You want to give Komachi a thank-you gift? Hehehe, no need for a reward, I haven't had my brother's braised pork in ages."

The girl had no idea that her negligence had caused such consequences for her brother.

Chapter 772 Ayase is acting strangely

"Um... Anyway, could you all share your dream experiences?" Shirou raised his hand and suggested. He wanted to confirm something. Although his guesses were already pretty much right, he was still unwilling to give up and didn't want to face that reality, so he wanted to confirm it again.

The girls exchanged glances, because in this situation, under these circumstances, they had already pushed themselves to their limits by simply flipping through each other's notebooks. Their minds were reeling from the shock, and they immediately placed all the blame on Shirou.

It's like a female college student who spends all her time hanging out with all sorts of handsome, bad boys, only to suddenly realize she's messed up and gotten pregnant unexpectedly, not knowing who the father is. She contacts the richest one, only to be ruthlessly dumped. Then, in a panic, she runs off to find the most honest guy among her former lovers, desperately trying to find someone to take her place.

It's understandable that a woman who is alone and helpless would want to find security in a reliable, honest man who isn't unfaithful.

Women need protection and a sense of security. They fear men cheating, yet they also want men who are sweet-talking, charming, and cunning.

Of course, the same goes for men. They need to be seductive and have many alluring moves, yet also be virtuous wives and loving mothers. They also need to be immune to jealousy, dumping any disobedient women and not fighting over the family fortune. Ideally, they should be able to get on the bus without paying a ticket, have fun without worry, and not have to take responsibility afterwards. Ideally, every woman should be willing to follow them, begging to have their Monkey, and spending money every month to support their food, drink, and entertainment.

But there's no such thing as a free lunch; there's no such thing as receiving without giving. Things that are easily obtained are rarely cherished. Free things are often the most valuable.

Food and sex are human nature; they are physiological phenomena. Too many taboos make one seem hypocritical, since your body tells the truth. Of course, this doesn't apply to men who are impotent or asexual.

So if you want to experience it, the most affordable way is actually to go to a special place with clearly marked prices. In a third-tier city, you can get a full service for under 1,000 yuan.

Of course, this kind of transaction only brings you personal satisfaction; it lacks the sense of accomplishment of conquering others. After all, you're paying someone to do a job, while they're just doing it for you. Their service attitude depends entirely on their mood; they're eager to finish quickly so they can move on to the next order. Hmm... who knows, maybe their last customer had some kind of illness.

If you're looking for a more upscale experience, you can visit nightclubs or leisure centers to buy drinks and build rapport. The other person will be more charming and understanding. Later, when you take them out, they'll be grateful.

Ultimately, the best option is to go abroad to a country where it's legal to operate, find a local experienced driver to guide you, and you might even meet a genuine local and experience the local flavor.

Many minor celebrities, internet celebrities, and live streamers in China, after playing the subservient role for too long, feel too repressed and go abroad to indulge themselves. In particular, some female live streamers like to go to SM clubs to be queens and release their stress.

However, none of these are love; once you've spent money and had your fun, it's over and nothing remains.

If you really want to experience love, the cost can be enormous. And the freshness of that love is unpredictable; there are always demands for a house and a car, marriage on one day, divorce the next, and the division of assets in half – such cases are not uncommon.

You won't get hurt if you don't try, but you'll never get anything if you don't try, and a single person will always be a single person.

Of course, the otaku are the smartest. The most cost-effective way is to buy a doujinshi (a type of Japanese comic book), which costs 20 or 30 yuan, or a small doujinshi, which costs 100 or RMB. After all, a decent waifu (wife/figure) costs at least 500 yuan, and a single in-game purchase in a mobile game costs only 600 yuan. Spending money is not a problem at all.

Your wife can move and talk, and her voice is lovely. You can change her as many times a month as you like. Plus, you can register your marriage in Japan now. Most importantly, it's safe and hygienic. Once the door is locked, it's your new home.

Of course, the girls weren't the kind of people who would go too far; they were just suddenly caught in this strange situation. They were kept in the dark, felt betrayed, and were dealing with something unknown and mysterious, with no idea what the long-term consequences might be. They were both scared and anxious, which is why they acted so angry.

When Shirou promised to tell them the truth he knew and sat down to talk to them seriously, he gave them enough reassurance that their heated minds gradually calmed down.

Now that they've calmed down, the girls realize they went a bit too far with their attitude.

"Now that you mention it, we really haven't had a proper conversation," Eriri said.

"Yes... at least let's confirm the information." The Kuro Neko thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

"After all, speculating like this won't lead to any results," Kirino nodded and said.

"Everyone! That was just a nightmare. Only you are real." Shirou nodded and encouraged the girls, thinking to himself, 'That's right! If we talk things out, we can all understand each other.'

"Yes, I'm a little shy, but I'll tell you, brother." Ayase stepped forward and said, "In the story, just like everyone knows, I became one of the heirs, and I discovered that in the story, I'm actually... pregnant."

"Huh?! What's going on?!" the girls exclaimed in surprise.

"Then, my brother told me that he would protect me no matter what, and that he would protect the baby in my belly with me. So... to be honest, I was really touched. It would be nice if someone said something like that to me in real life," Ayase said shyly.