Years Later: Shirou and Everyone / Shirou and the Sherlock Holmes Case Files...

' Shirou took me away and gave me a home; I'm already very happy. But I want to see a world like that. I don't want other children to have to join the army or search for landmines like I did. I want other children to live a home where they can run around without worrying about hidden mines.'

"Whoa!" Shirou charged even harder, tearing open the throat of the person blocking his way.

"Shirou! Damn it!" Yamada bit his lip until it bled, gripped his gun, pulled the trigger, and gave chase while covering Shirou.

Their only chance of survival was to charge into the crowd, making the enemy hesitant to act.

Everyone was caught up in the chaos, unable to distinguish friend from foe, and the avengers hired by the other gangs were also at a loss.

The remaining Yakuza Boss had already escaped into the secret passage, where there was a specially prepared blast door. Once closed, it was impenetrable even by a grenade launcher. They were safe now, so they shouted to the people trapped inside the meeting hall:

"Never mind that! Shoot! As long as you kill Shirou Emiya, we'll give all the money we promised to the survivors, leaving none for ourselves!"

"Yes! We Mohican Gang agree!"

"We, the Bald Head Society, second that! As long as you kill the bishop, you'll be heroes of the City of Sin, enjoying permanent free access to the Bald Head Society's nightclubs!"

The people inside the venue realized what was happening, meaning they were being allowed to attack indiscriminately!

After a few seconds of silence, those with companions exchanged glances. The next instant, a bullet ripped open a bloody hole in one of them's temple. Someone nearby reacted even faster. The first person to pull the trigger opened fire with the machine gun in all directions.

"Waaaaah!!!" The scene was filled with screams of agony.

The people summoned here were indeed those Shirou had dealt with. For example, the cannibal from before had some relatives, but they hadn't communicated for over ten years. However, they had maintained contact before, so they were invited here to seek revenge on Shirou for the cannibal.

In reality, they were just doing things for money. Anyone who participated in the attack on Shirou would receive a large commission from the gang.

Now the gang has spoken: if they kill everyone else, wouldn't they get all the money? He could take that money and leave Sin City, find a place in the neighboring country, settle down, and live a carefree life.

The thought of this ignited a bloodlust in everyone, and they began to fight indiscriminately.

Just then! Shirou was walking through the crowd, made his move.

One of the rules established by the church: No one should kill for profit!

When people break the rules, the power of the white god, as the punisher, is activated within Shirou.

Shirou's speed increased several times over, moving with afterimages. One second he broke the enemy's gun-wielding hand on the right rear, and the next second he was on the left, crushing the throat of an enemy.

Shirou kicked a burly man into the air, sending him flying and crashing into the muzzle of a sniper's gun. Part of the burly man's body was embedded in a hole in the wall due to the force of the kick.

It was an eyeball, a soft eyeball stained with blood, that burrowed into the sniper rifle's hole, passed through the muzzle, shattered the gun barrel, and leaped towards the sniper's eye, crashing into the sniper's eye socket.

The sniper's eyeball, like a billiard ball, crashed into his brain, mixing with his brain matter.

Shirou spread his five fingers, then clenched them instantly, and punched the huge blast door, producing a loud bang like a volcanic eruption. The steel door split into eight petals as if it had been split by a lotus flower.

The gate was blown open.

The Yakuza Boss hiding inside collapsed to the ground in shock at the sight.

"Now you will be punished for instigating others to violate the law," Shirou said coldly.

"Emiya, you're finished too. Since I'm going to die, your stronghold is destroyed, and your followers should be dead by now."

Old Mark grinned maliciously. He had already sent men to drop missiles on the church. These were weapons of mass destruction built by the neighboring superpower. They wouldn't just destroy the church; everyone living nearby would be caught in the crossfire and burned to death by the intense heat.

"Hahaha!!! Nobody supports you anymore, let's see what you can do about it! This city belongs to me! Nobody can take it away, you little bastard!"

Chapter 1149 Years Later, Shirou and Everyone

Some people are beyond redemption; some are either foolish or wicked; some have done countless evil deeds yet always believe they are right, abandoning humanity, faith, and everything else, but never giving up their immediate interests.

This was a war. Shirou led his men to storm the lord's mansion and suppress all the villains.

"Sanction!!!" A sword appeared out of thin air in Shirou's hand. He stepped on the ground and, as if teleporting, turned into a streak of light and sliced off Old Mark's head.

Shirou ran up to the hotel rooftop. There was a long trail of jet clouds in the sky, the trace left by the fighter jet that had dropped the missiles. The fighter jet was now moving further and further away, while missiles with homing parachutes were descending high in the sky, their target the church where everyone lived.

Yamada followed Shirou to the rooftop, panting heavily, his eyes red and bulging as he looked at Shirou, his throat choked with emotion.

"Thank you for your hard work, I'll be right back," Shirou said softly to Yamada, then leaped into the air.

Then a beam of sword light struck the missile, igniting the entire sky and setting the clouds ablaze. The aircraft that launched the missile exploded hundreds of meters away.

The church and the people in the surrounding area escaped unharmed. On this day, everyone in and around the city raised their heads and looked up at the burning sky.

After that, Shirou became the lord of Sin City by killing all his opponents and voters, and people called him the Bloody Lord. The church that replaced Old Mark's tavern and became the new office of Sin City was also called the Bloody Church.

Ultimately, this is a war, not a matter of justice; it's just a meaningless slaughter that doesn't serve any real purpose of punishment. Even if these gangs are wiped out, other gangs will quickly grow stronger, rapidly encroaching on the territory of those gangs that have lost their leaders and taking their place. Therefore, mere killing cannot truly change the problem.

If we want to truly change this city and alter people's mindsets, there is still much work to be done. It is a thorny path destined to be arduous and stained with blood, where those who pass through will be pierced and wounded.

Tolstaya is dead, and so is the blue-eyed Worei. Most of the guards have perished. Yamada is one of the few survivors, perhaps because he was a stranger and the snipers didn't target him, thus escaping death. The others survived, but they were all seriously injured and could no longer engage in strenuous activity, so they had to leave the guard.

The church held a funeral for the deceased, Shirou stood at the grave all night that day. Then, at dawn, he returned to his office and silently began to work.

The world is terrible, fate is full of hardships, and people are unreasonable, but there are still people in this world who care about you and who care about you; life must go on, and we must continue to work hard to achieve our common ideals.

The greatest comfort to people is to live well for Tolstaya, for Worei, and for every one of those who sacrificed themselves, and to build their world.

Helen, the female assistant, wiped away her tears and got back to work, but from then on, no one would be able to bicker with her in the office anymore.

With the two of them taking the lead, the people in the church also sprang into action.

Humans are fragile, and people can die at any time. Physical illness and psychological deficiencies can easily cause people to lose their will to live.

But humans are also incredibly resilient; the power of the mind can transcend time and space, and even the boundaries of life and death, to achieve miracles.

Despite everything he's been through, Yamada still decides to stay by Shirou's side. He has grown up in this battle, and for the sake of his ideals and everyone's hopes, he will stay to protect Shirou until he truly realizes his ideal of making the world a happier place.

This world is too cruel. If there is no trust, no understanding, and no empathy between people, and only betrayal and harm, then it is truly tragic.

If you believe your life is bleak, destined to be bullied and unable to speak out, hurt and unable to fight back, exploited and unable to refuse, and you don't try to change it, then you are truly pathetic. How can a person be so humble?

Yamada wants to challenge the world, to confront those unreasonable people, and tell them, 'What you're doing is wrong!'

Of course, this is very difficult. It's much, much harder than directly beating up, killing, or destroying the other person. He probably couldn't do it alone, so he would stay by Shirou's side and witness that day come.

Several years later...

A clear blue sky, dotted with fluffy white clouds, and a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers.

The city of sin is no longer synonymous with a dangerous, depraved, and lawless zone, and Shirou has not used his power of judgment for a long time.

On this day, at the World Peace Forum held by the neighboring superpower, a world-class forum, people from various fields who have contributed to world peace were invited. These included agronomists who helped with famine relief, sociologists who resolved tribal conflicts, and Nobel Peace Prize laureates. Among them were many presidents of major powers whose main achievement was suspecting other countries of possessing nuclear weapons and imposing sanctions on them, thus preventing the destruction of all mankind and preserving affordable oil for Western countries.

At that moment, in the VIP preparation room corridor inside, Yamada, dressed in a suit and tie, with a full beard and a more mature appearance, knocked on the door, then pushed open the VIP preparation room door and walked in.

Shirou, dressed in a white robe, is undergoing final preparations with the help of a makeup artist.

"Are you ready, Shirou? It's almost your turn to give a speech. Don't embarrass yourself by being too nervous."

What's there to be nervous about?

"No, after all, this is the first time we've received such great attention from the world, isn't it? Because we've successfully transformed the City of Sin into the City of Hope, I was just worried you'd be nervous." Yamada smiled awkwardly, only now revealing some of the naivety he had when he first arrived in the city.

"Yes, after so many years, we've finally achieved some results. But don't worry! I know! Our goal has only just begun, hasn't it? I won't let everyone's wishes go to waste." Shirou agreed, taking firm steps outside.

"Want some background music for the entrance?" Yamada caught up with him, pulling out his super-loud mede-in-china phone and asking.

"Unnecessary!"

Chapter 1150: The Adventures of Shirou and Holmes

At that moment, Shirou stepped on the brakes. Ahead lay the end of the road. In the back seat of the car sat a black-haired, English-looking young nobleman, smoking a pipe and holding a newspaper, slowly puffing out clouds of smoke.

Hours earlier, he had driven the man from the southern outskirts of the city, heading towards a mountain road called God Manifest Town.

The reason he came here was because, while searching for an international thief, he discovered that the thief had given something to a Magecraft with underworld connections. It sounded somewhat like what he was looking for. Anyway, he ignored his terrible partner's advice and, without thinking too much, drove here.

Surrounded by dense forests, with no sign of human habitation, it was almost like the sea of trees at the suicide hotspot of Mount Fuji.

I thought that since it was a town, no matter how mountainous it was, there would be a dirt road that could reach that area. So even though the car drove up a gentle slope and the road became narrower and narrower, and we had reached a point where we had to get out of the car to go up the road.

The car's trembling signaled that the road ahead was nearing its end, and he ultimately missed the chance to turn around.

Shirou stopped the car and got out. All he could see was a forest. In December, the bare, slender branches were dense and tangled. It seemed he had mistakenly driven onto a mountain road, which was clearly not the way to God Manifest Town.

"Wrong turn? Shirou, you're still not good enough. If it were Watson, he would never make such a mistake."

Someone like you can't be a top-notch detective assistant. Only people who live a leisurely life would go astray!

Holmes got out of the back seat first, and with the attitude of a rich young master scolding his servant, he did nothing but instead mock Shirou with a rather sarcastic tongue.

"If that's the case, why don't you get out and help me find my way instead of sitting there smoking opium?" Shirou put on his coat and slammed the car door shut.

The consequences of this ordeal were completely unexpected. First, there was a rustling sound of sand and dirt, and then the Black Mud on the side of the road suddenly collapsed. The whole car tilted to the left into the grass. Although it didn't flip over completely and get crushed, the two right wheels of the car, which was tilted to one side, were lifted off the ground and hung in mid-air.

Because the driver's seat in Japanese vehicles is on the right, the weight of two people helps maintain balance, so it didn't overturn before. I didn't expect it to flip over as soon as people got out.

Even if two people tried to lift or push it now, it would be too late; the car remained overturned.

Shirou regretted that he shouldn't have driven a family car to this mountain where there wasn't even a paved road. He had acted rashly and chased after them as soon as he heard the news.

When Shirou arrived in this world, before the White God's power was even realized, it was already being contested by well-prepared early arrivals, led by Moriarty, the flamboyant villainous uncle he encountered in Chaldea.

He somehow managed to arrive in this world ahead of schedule and gathered a group of criminals skilled in the occult. They were Magecraft similar to those in Shirou's previous world, though their Magecraft systems differed. However, in terms of danger, they were actually on par.

The power of the white god was crystallized into Power Gemstone, which was then shattered into dozens of fragments during the battle. Some of these fragments were taken away, and others were knocked away and disappeared.

These fragments are weakened versions of the wish-granting machine. Even if Magecraft doesn't obtain them, they can be activated and then randomly change the world. In order to prevent this power from being used by bad people for evil purposes, Shirou decides to collect these powers again.

Holmes is provoked by Moriarty, and the two compete to see if Shirou can successfully retrieve the Power Gemstone of the white god, resulting in a duel between the famous detective and the phantom thief.

Now Shirou will be in charge of the fighting and actions, Holmes will remain calm and Shirou, providing advice and suggestions from behind the scenes.

Holmes didn't really agree with Shirou's idea of finding the Power Gemstone, but he didn't object either.

Shirou's goal is to retrieve the power of the hidden White God, but if these powers are combined, they are more likely to be used by evil people to do great evil. The current state of the fragments will not have a big impact, at least until he figures out how to use this power.

Therefore, these crystals have now been entrusted to Holmes for safekeeping. Shirou has not touched them; his current physical abilities are merely those of a well-trained ordinary person. It is impossible for him to push up a tipped-over car by himself.

The reason they came here this time is because they found a clue: a guy who obtained a fragment of the Power Gemstone has come to this village— God Manifest Town.

Besides their investigations, Shirou and Holmes also run a detective agency in the Metropolis. Of course, they don't take on just any job; they refuse jobs like catching cheating or finding lost pets. However, they do occasionally do exorcisms for people in need. As for income, the two grown men are unburdened and have enough to live on.

However, he couldn't afford a luxurious lifestyle; ultimately, this era might no longer be suitable for a chain smoker like Holmes.

The overt work is handled by specialized departments, including forensic experts who gather clues at the scene, detectives who investigate and arrest criminals, forensic doctors who obtain intelligence through autopsies, and experts and professors in criminal psychology who cooperate with the police department.

Everyone has their own role. Even if no one is as good as a famous detective, three mediocre people can still outwit Zhuge Liang, right?

Therefore, they can only accept secret commissions from shady alleys.

"What are we going to do now?" Holmes asked.

"Let's see if we can find someone to help," Shirou said.

"Yes, I'll stay here and watch the things."

"There's absolutely nothing to see!"

Shirou checked the time; it was already past 3 PM. He needed to get the cart up before dark, but he didn't think he could manage on his own. So he decided to go back the way he came and find someone to help him. If he could also find the God Manifest Town along the way, everything would be settled.

Walking on the gravel road, Shirou realized that it was not easy to grasp the terrain while driving, as this was already considered a mountainside area, surrounded by a continuous forest.

After walking for a while, about fifty meters ahead on the left, there was a huge rock wall. It was black all over, with strange patterns on it, almost like some kind of mysterious symbol left by aliens. The surface was quite hard, feeling no less solid than hard ceramic tiles.

Gazing at this seemingly masterpiece of nature, Shirou was about to approach the rock face for a closer look when a figure appeared in front of him.

A white-haired man dressed in a black tracksuit was bending over, picking up and selecting stones from the ground.

"Hello, sir!" Shirou raised his hand in greeting. "Could you help me lift my bike?"

"Sure! Where?"

The white-haired man said his surname Kinoshita, that he was over sixty, and that his face was full of wrinkles, but when he smiled, he was as carefree as a child.

Chapter 1151 Shirou and the Village of the Gods

When the white-haired man saw the wreckage of the car, he turned and glanced at the frail Holmes, then said to Shirou:

"That's impossible. There's absolutely no way you two and I could move it."

"It's unlikely with two people, but it should be feasible with three. Please help us out and give it a try."

"No, what I mean is, if the two of you can't do it, adding me won't help. Besides, I'm an artist; these hands are for sculpting, not for dangerous work." Kinoshita shook his head.

"Artist?"

Kinoshita, who called himself a sculptor, stared intently at Shirou and said, "Hmm! You'd better remember my name soon, because I'm going to be a big star soon."

Shirou looked at the over-sixty-year-old gentleman before him, who called himself an artist and was still ambitious about the future. Perhaps this was a unique characteristic of Japan, where the elderly were more ambitious and driven than the young. Although the old man Kinoshita contrary, he felt inexplicably encouraged.

"But you're an artist, so pushing a cart shouldn't be a problem here, right?" Shirou asked.

"Haven't you heard? Artists, you know, usually have terrible arm strength," Kinoshita said, blinking.