Shirou's Six Paths of Reincarnation / Shirou and the City of Sin...

After passing through the dark world wall, Shirou reappeared in the room where the magic circle was set up. Standing next to the magic circle Rin Tohsaka, a twin-tailed girl dressed in red.

This time, the location is set in the workshop of Rin Tohsaka's world. Having learned from her previous experience, Rin Tohsaka has mastered the trick of summoning Shirou.

"Thank you, Tohsaka." Shirou looked around the girl's room. The gym equipment was particularly eye-catching, and there were also plaques placed against the wall.

"Honestly, what do you think I went through all this trouble to run around like this?" Rin Tohsaka patted the things she had snatched back from the challenge.

"Isn't it to collect protection money?" Shirou retorted.

"Yes! Franchise fee!! You're so long-winded!" Rin Tohsaka corrected her, blushing.

Chapter 1133 Shirou's Six Paths of Reincarnation

Although the girl's initial goal was indeed just to challenge the dojo and extort money—stealing the plaque and demanding hundreds of thousands of yen to get it back—the fact that these items were from two different worlds amplified the connection between the two spaces, making it easier to Shirou back through the summoning circle.

"Then shall I take all these things back for you?" Shirou asked the girl.

Rin Tohsaka a moment before finally saying, "... I understand!"

Shirou chuckled and extended his hand to Rin Tohsaka, extending an invitation.

"Really..." Rin Tohsaka extended her hand.

So the two returned to the world where Shirou was, where the other girls were still waiting.

"Senpai!" Sakura was the first to run over.

"Yes, that boy has been transferred to another world. From now on, no one will interfere with the restoration of this world." Shirou nodded and smiled at the girls.

"I knew you wouldn't have any problems, senior."

"That's great." Artoria and Bazett nodded as well.

"Thank you everyone. Without your help, I definitely wouldn't have been able to get back here," Shirou said, thanking the girls.

"No, Shirou, you're being too polite."

"Everyone..."

Looking at the pink, ambiguous atmosphere filling the room, the blonde girl, as an outsider, felt extremely uncomfortable.

Shokuhou Misaki took Mikoto Misaka's hand and said, "Ah, then let's go back early."

"What?! Don't pull me! I want to see if there are any other Gekota items!" Mikoto Misaka complained as she was being dragged along.

"Yes, yes, I'll go with you to buy froglets when we get back," Shokuhou Misaki said, coaxing a child.

"Yes, Gekota!" Mikoto Misaka corrected, clearly annoyed.

"Yes, yes, I'll buy you both Gekota and Gekozakura." Shokuhou Misaki coaxed Mikoto Misaka away like she was coaxing a child to leave quickly.

"Goodbye then, Mikoto. I wish you happiness," Shirou said.

"Ah, I'll accept your blessings, Shirou. Good luck~!" Mikoto Misaka waved to Shirou with a nonchalant air.

Shirou turned to the girls and smiled, saying, "Well then... let's discuss what's to come. I want all the worlds to be connected, forming a mutually beneficial ecosystem. I can't do this well alone; I might even get lost sometimes. So I want everyone to keep an eye on me."

Next, Shirou told the girls about his vision and asked them what their wishes were and what their ideal world would look like.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We'll all go back to our own homes and wait for the end in our own worlds," Rin Tohsaka said irritably.

The girls exchanged glances and nodded. Sakura, Artoria, and Bazett were all prepared. They were beings formed by the power of the White God, the collective recognition of the light novel's readers, and Shirou's memories.

It is half real and half illusory; it will naturally disappear when the power of the white god is consumed to a certain extent.

"Although I don't want to be separated from my senior, this is the best way to handle it," Sakura said with a smile. Being able to come to this world, meet Shirou, live together, and help Shirou made her feel that her life had been meaningful enough.

"No, I won't let you disappear. I've made up my mind!" Shirou said firmly.

"Shirou, what do you mean! I don't approve of you abusing your current power. Although it is indeed your power, didn't you say you would use it to protect the world?" Artoria looked at Shirou and advised him. If Shirou used this power to satisfy his own desires, then he would really become the kind of evil god that Kamisato Shiro believed in.

"I'm not abusing this power; I just don't want to operate according to the White God's methods anymore. Because I've thought of a better way. I believe that life can be changed through one's own efforts, whether it's fate or wisdom and insight."

"It's not just this world, it's the same in other worlds. It's the same for me, and it's the same for Artoria, Sakura, Tohsaka, Bazett, and you too! Perhaps a person's life is too short, so most people can't reach a state of perfection, so I will create more opportunities for people." Shirou explained gently to the girl.

The girls all possess many qualities that Shirou admires, such as Artoria's integrity, Sakura's gentleness, Rin Tohsaka's strength, and Bazett's all-out effort.

If they were with him, he wouldn't have to worry about getting lost.

Shirou led the girls to the outer wall of the world. In the depths of the universe, they could see parallel worlds arranged and operating within the cosmos, interdependent and influencing each other, yet remaining unseen. Through this, they could see the beings they had seen before, including Shana and Yuji, who were traveling and persuading the Crimson Realm Demon King in the Nihil.

Satou Kazuma fights the Demon King's army in various comical ways in another world, while Natsuki Subaru desperately tries to return from the brink of death for the sake of the two girls he loves, striving for the best possible ending.

Every world deserves a chance to achieve perfection.

Shirou arrived at the port connecting various worlds, raised his hands, and gathered the power of the white god from the higher-dimensional universe. He then integrated that Creative Power into each small world, completely perfecting and making the world whole.

Then Shirou summoned a sword and slashed at the port connecting to a higher-dimensional universe, severing everything connected, including Shirou. At this moment, Shirou completely broke free from his connection with the white god, and he was about to embark on a new challenge to fate with the girls in a completely new identity.

The concept of reincarnation allows a person's soul to be reincarnated in another world after death; this is the system of the six realms of reincarnation.

Those who consistently perform good deeds in their lifetime will be reborn into better circumstances to benefit the world.

Those who committed many evil deeds in their lifetime must endure hardship and bitterness until they repent and start anew.

People only need to strive for what they want in this life. Good and evil will be judged naturally at the time of death. There will also be special underworld officials who will analyze and review their mistakes in life and make assumptions, so that they can see that if they had chosen a different path, they would have achieved a better result.

Make sure they understand right and wrong within the system before they are reincarnated.

By experiencing all kinds of joys and sorrows, we ultimately achieve a sublimation, hoping that one day people can grow up and create a world where everyone can be happy.

Between these worlds, invisible white lines connect them into a vast network, and this white light will always protect them.

Shirou travels with the girls through one world after another, immersing himself in their stories and striving towards a better future. Sometimes he encounters misfortune and setbacks, and sometimes he makes mistakes, which he then corrects, together building a perfect and happy new world.

Chapter 1134 Shirou and the City of Sin

This is a city of sin, filled with warlords, gangsters, assassins, fugitives, vagrants, prostitutes, and police. It is considered by many to be the darkest place in the world; for some, it is hell, but for others, it is heaven.

This place boasts the world's most devout Bishop Lord, as well as the most unscrupulous warlords and gangsters. The senator is elected by the warlords, and the police chief is simply the head of a gang.

The city was shrouded in darkness, a world of chaos, disorder, and evil; the church was perhaps the only light in this place.

All the poor and destitute people clasped their hands together inside, facing the stained glass windows on the ceiling in prayer.

Of course, they are not entirely innocent good people; in the end, pure goodness simply cannot survive in this place.

At that moment, the door opened, and a young priest wearing a white robe with gold trim walked in.

"Your Bishop Lord!"

"Your Bishop Lord!"

Whether they were young children or elderly people, everyone looked at this young man with utmost respect.

The name Shirou Emiya is difficult to pronounce for people in this country, and it is often heard from the mouths of the poor.

People don't have religious faith; they simply trust the bishop here. In fact, more than 90% of the people in the church can't say for sure what religion it is.

However, the church is a forbidden zone for evil. Whether it is a debt collector, a person being hunted, a poor person who can't afford to eat, or an elderly person who can't find a job, no matter what they have done in the past, they will be accepted by the Bishop Lord.

Everyone can come here to get three meals a day. It's clean corn porridge and bread, and on holidays you can even get meat.

Therefore, although the people of the City of Sin may say they live in hell, they do not doubt whether heaven exists in this world.

"Your Bishop Lord, I have received a message." A bald man with a pointed chin and long, pointed hair on the sides approached Shirou and said.

"Oh, then come to the study with me," Shirou said, looking at the man.

In this remote corner of the city, in the dirtiest and most chaotic place, even the police dared not drive here. Even in this city of sin, this was the most chaotic area.

Right here, in a quaint building, a job fair is being held.

"Imagine you have someone you absolutely must kill. For example, someone killed your parents, stole your lover, bullied or humiliated you in the past, or you simply want to seize their property or take their wife and daughters. The motive doesn't matter. It's just that, for you, that person must die. So, what would you do?"

Faced with this unusual question from the interviewer, the candidates were momentarily speechless.

The people present were of various skin colors, including Black man was 2.2 or 2.3 meters tall and was wearing a short vest that looked like it was about to break even in winter. His muscles were bulging, even more exaggerated than T800.

There was also an intellectual woman with long brown hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful figure. She had charming dimples at the corners of her mouth. If she hadn't overheard something about murder, things might have been even more wonderful for her.

He also had East Asian features, wore a brand-new, sharp suit, and stood up straight with a serious demeanor; he was probably Japanese.

He stared in astonishment, mouth agape. Wait, what did I just say? Murder? Did I hear that right?

He turned his head, looking at everyone present, hoping to see the same expression on their faces. But he was disappointed; the others looked as relaxed and cheerful as if they had just heard his question about what he wanted for lunch.

Where's the nervousness I was supposed to feel during the interview?

Yamada mentally cursed himself, thinking he shouldn't have come to this city after all. He realized that since the economic bubble burst, it had become increasingly difficult to find work in Japan.

People in Japan are used to this environment. They either compete with hundreds of thousands of other test-takers every year to get into prestigious universities like the University of Tokyo or Keio University, become members of the winners group, and then directly become executive trainees for large companies after graduation, reaching the pinnacle of their lives.

Either accept being a loser, casually graduate from a junior college, find a job at a shady company, work overtime until you die from overwork, and accumulate seniority until you reach the level of section chief, which is your limit.

Yamada was a loser; he didn't continue his studies after graduating from high school. However, he was unwilling to accept his fate. Even if he wasn't good at studying, even if he didn't get into university, even if he wasn't good at exams or sports, he was willing to work hard and strive, and he believed he could still achieve a wonderful life.

With this in mind, Yamada went on to achieve nothing, growing from eighteen to twenty-eight years old. His savings were less than 100,000 yen, enough for an iPhone or a Nintendo console with a few game cartridges.

Yamada's life is filled with despair; how can he possibly change his fate?

Just then, Yamada saw a high-paying job ad on his phone. All he needed was basic English conversation skills. The job involved accompanying his supervisor to meet clients. The offer was a monthly salary of 500,000 yen, enough to buy five iPhones in a month. After a year, he could be promoted to a permanent position and receive benefits such as housing and a car.

Back then, Yamada had taken an anti-Westward course to improve his skills, and his English conversation was barely passable. So, on a whim, he called and signed up, and passed the onboarding process. Then he boarded a plane and was sent to Sin City.

By the time Yamada realized where he was, it was too late; he could only work alongside his superiors.

He's called a leader, but there's really only one. He was exiled here by the gang for making a mistake, to expand their business. He can only go back if he succeeds.

However, on the third day after Yamada arrived in the City of Sin, his superior was shot in the forehead and died. There was no reason for it; it wasn't a revenge killing or retaliation. It was just that a stray bullet from a fight nearby hit him.

The company abandoned its business here, and Yamada was fired. The other party simply blocked him, treating him as if he didn't exist.

Yamada had no money to return home, no place to stay, and his boss's body was still lying there. Yamada knew he had to find a job, earn enough money, and leave this place as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would suffer the same fate as his boss, dying a violent death in the street.

"How do you plan to kill this person?" the interviewer asked again.

Yamada was now certain; he hadn't misheard.

Chapter 1135 White-Robed Shirou

How to kill someone? Who has the time to think about that? It's a question that shouldn't be considered. If someone seriously thought about that, they wouldn't be here for a job interview right now, they'd be in jail.

Yamada strained his increasingly sluggish brain, racking his brains. What exactly did the interviewer mean by that question? What were they really trying to assess? Was it their planning skills for work? Or their ethical values? From the company's perspective, what kind of student were they looking for?

"Crush them to death with your bare hands!!! Hahaha~!" The muscular black man grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said smugly.

"Hmm." One of the interviewers, a muscular man in camouflage military pants, gave an approving smile.

"Try kissing me, and you'll know what it feels like to die from pleasure." The voluptuous woman pulled out a lipstick with a skull design and smiled seductively.

"Oh, I really like this child," said a transgender man with Barbie pink lipstick, stroking his face.

Yamada maintained a stiff, fake smile, but his mind was racing, trying to decipher the deeper meaning of the question.

However, no matter how much he thinks about it, one fact remains unchanged: he has chosen the wrong job again.

There were three interviewers. Besides the man in military pants and the transvestite man, the one who asked the question was the man sitting in the middle. He was a muscular, bald man wearing sunglasses and a brown coat that seemed to conceal something dangerous.

There were about twenty people taking the interview. From the perspective of the interviewers, Yamada was on the far right, closest to the door. The students on the far left answered first, and Yamada should have been the last to answer.

He had already sensed something was wrong and was planning to sneak out of the room. Would he be forgiven if he pretended to have an upset stomach and ran away? Yamada wondered to himself.

Even if no other company in the city wanted to hire him, Yamada wanted to retort, "How could I possibly know that kind of thing!" and then walk away.

The first interviewee answered honestly, "Murder is illegal, I can't do it."

The moment he answered, a strange current suddenly flowed through the interviewers' area. The bald interviewer sitting in the middle pulled out a Colt Mark and pulled the trigger on the interviewee.

"Ugh..." The man stared blankly as he fell backward, his forehead riddled with a bloody hole. The bullet had tried to exit through the back of his skull but hadn't managed to come out completely, leaving his head looking grotesquely deformed.

"Ah! If you're unwilling to kill, you should be prepared to be killed yourself," the interviewer said coldly.

The interviewees became even more nervous, while those who were excited became even more excited.

The company has already demonstrated its commitment through its actions; now it's just a matter of seeing how many people meet their standards. Of course, those who don't meet the standards will likely find it difficult to leave alive.

Yamada stood frozen, his legs trembling. He probably wouldn't have a chance to walk out of that door.

The interviewer began, "The next question is based on the premise that if the other person doesn't die, you must die. What would you choose? Next!"

When it was the second person's turn, knowing that he would be killed if he didn't answer properly, he quickly said, "If I have to die anyway, then I'll kill someone! I'll kill him! I'll hit him from behind with a hammer at night! And then bury him in the yard."

"..." Clearly, his explanation did not interest the interviewer, but fortunately, the interviewer did not intend to kill him.

"Then next," the transvestite man said.

"I'll use a spoon! I'll slowly chip away at their head until it's soft and cracked, then scoop out their brains and eat them!"