Mash, It's Dad~

[Namo Ratna Trayaya. Namo Arya. Avalokiteshvara.]

"???"

Rovey couldn't help but feel a lot of questions.

That's strange. Let me listen to it again.

He continued to listen attentively.

[Bodhisattvaya. Mahasattvaya. Mahakarunikaya.]

It's confirmed; someone is performing a ritual to help them pass on to the afterlife.

However, even if it's a ritual for the deceased, shouldn't it be like celebrating Mass for oneself according to the Bible? What exactly is this familiar Great Compassion Mantra?

Where did this come from?

Is this still in China?

How did they manage to kick me all the way from Jerusalem to the Great Thunderclap Temple?

After becoming God Child, can one also become a Buddha?

Feeling unwell, Rovey forced himself to open his blurry eyes, and his mind began to replay the events of yesterday.

Yesterday, he purified the souls of the dead and, as the Son of God Child, bore the sins committed by the Lionheart King in this Singularity —a true Good Friday for the God Child of Lion King.

In addition, he made a pact with the Lion King and then turned and left without hesitation.

He looks very handsome and dashing.

His behavior has a certain carefree quality, like the saying, "I came quietly, and I leave quietly; I wave my sleeves, without taking away a single cloud."

But showing off comes at a price. Things were going well at first. Under the expectant gaze of the God of War, Rovey walked home in the cold wind, leaning on his bare cane, while observing the world around him that had come back to life.

But halfway through, he suddenly realized that bearing the burden of sin was not just talk.

The All the World's Evil that had accumulated in his palm was like the demon that attacked the God Child back then, mercilessly assaulting his soul and body, allowing him to personally experience the pain and resentment that those who had died had suffered.

So much so that he kept going through excruciating pain, yet he kept walking forward.

Rovey called out to the creature above him, asking if it had any solutions, but the creature only said, "—This is the path you should take," and then vanished without a trace.

He could only endure it...

In the pitch-black hallucination, he had lost count of how many times he had died.

Finally, his body and soul were dragged into hell. In a daze, the ground beneath his feet turned crimson, filled with the smell of sulfur. Then, under the gaze of countless demons, he walked an unknown distance and for an unknown amount of time in hell. Every second and every breath was an unimaginable torment in the human world.

Souls trapped in hell endure unimaginable burning pain, suffering double torment in both body and soul, with no hope or solace, only endless despair.

"There, the insects never die, the fire never dies, and you can never stop."

But he had no choice but to continue walking, walking in front of those demons, even though they longed to rush up and tear his flesh apart. But the invisible force and the supreme will did not allow them to do so; they could only interfere through words and the environment.

It was through this ordeal that Rovey realized just how much of a calamity he was carrying had become—to a degree that could even distort the very gods.

However, just as he was beginning to sink deeper into despair, the blinding light of Heaven descended upon hell, bringing him back before the eyes of countless demons.

In that light, Rovey saw many familiar figures; they were all people he had redeemed, people whose lives had been saved by faith and prayer.

Although they tried their best to invite him to enter Heaven and enjoy peace, Rovey refused them, replying, "It's not the right time yet."

He then returned to the mortal realm in human form.

He had experienced a full-blown journey through Hell from Dante's Divine Comedy, and he had personally gone through it. The pain was etched into his mind, and he fainted once again along the way.

He opened his eyes and found himself in this unfamiliar tent. At first, the sound of Buddhist scriptures made Rovey think that he was in hell or Heaven. After that, he did not return to the mortal world, but to the Great Thunderclap Temple in the Western Paradise.

However, after regaining his senses and clearing his mind, he turned his head away from the bed again.

"Here it is...?"

He looked at the woman sitting on the ground chanting scriptures and gently asked her a question.

"Eh? You've woken up so quickly, benefactor? It really is Master's blessing. It seems my chanting has been effective."

Upon hearing the voice, the woman turned her head and looked over, put her hands together, and uttered a Buddhist chant. "Amitabha, well done, well done."

The moment the woman turned around, Rovey saw her true face clearly—she looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long, straight black hair that reached her waist. She was tall and graceful. She was beautiful, with a respectful and gentle air about her, like a monk, but her attire was completely unlike that of a monk; she looked more like a celestial fairy.

Only--

"Does your master use the Great Compassion Mantra to protect others?"

Rovey covered his head, then subconsciously replied, "I thought we had arrived at Mount Ling."

"Eh? You actually know the name of this Mahayana Buddhist teaching?"

"Ah... I've only heard a little about it. Anyway, thank you for treating my body."

Realizing that his body had been moved, he instinctively tried to check, but as he sat up, he suddenly felt pain all over his body.

Looking at his arm, he realized that the burn marks on his body had not completely disappeared. Although the burns were healing, it would obviously take some more time.

Rovey suddenly remembered that this was a side effect of his trip to hell.

Seeing Rovey moving around, the scantily clad woman quickly stepped forward to help him up. "Don't move, benefactor. Your injuries are really severe. Although there seems to be something miraculous healing you, this is the first time I've seen someone so burdened with sins and with symptoms that make them look like they're being roasted alive."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Rovey glanced at his chest, where a pulsating ball of colorful light was undoubtedly Avalon, the one that was keeping him hanging on by a thread.

Otherwise, after all that turmoil, his current situation would definitely be much worse than it is now.

"Thank you for saving me, Holy Monk."

Looking at the monk in front of him, Rovey nodded his thanks and recognized the monk's identity.

"No, no, no, this humble monk is unworthy of the title of Holy Monk." The woman named Sanzang quickly waved her hand and said, "Compared to your great deeds of bearing the sins of an entire world all by yourself, what I have done is nothing. The reason I met you is because I sensed the boundless sins that I was trying to redeem, so I just happened to be passing by."

Rovey realized that it was probably when the torrent of All the World's Evil surged forth that this Sanzang came to save him, but he had dealt with her in advance. So she happened to meet him on her way here, when he was being tortured to the point of near death, and then she came to his rescue.

... Perhaps this is fate.

"Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet." The Sanzang remembered something, put his palms together, and introduced himself, "This humble monk is named Tang Sanzang. I come from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East and am going to the Western Paradise to worship Buddha and seek scriptures."

"So you are the Sanzang." Rovey nodded and said, "My apologies, I am Rovey, you can just call me by my name."

"Very well, Benefactor Rovey."

Upon hearing this, the Sanzang nodded, then asked with some curiosity, "Benefactor Rovey, you seem to know this humble monk, and have even heard of Mahayana Buddhism?"

"So the Great Compassion Mantra is Mahayana Buddhism?"

"Of course, this is a genuine scripture that I obtained from the Great Thunderclap Temple, and it is naturally Mahayana Buddhism."

"I've only heard of you. As for fate... it's probably because my father has some connection with the Buddha, so he knows some things about you," Rovey replied.

"Ah? You, no... Luo, Rovey Wei, your father actually knows my master? May I ask him, which celestial being is he?" Sanzang asked, his eyes wide.

Rovey remained silent, but gently lifted his hair, letting the Sanzang glance at his thorny scars; the answer was self-evident.

"...No wonder." Tang Sanzang laughed upon seeing this. "No wonder you can bear such a great sin alone, and remain so pure. You are the successor of that one. When I first met you, I thought that Benefactor Rovey Wei was imitating Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"I don't have the grand vow of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to not become a Buddha until hell is empty. I just enjoy this convenience, so I have to take responsibility."

Rovey smiled and said.

At first, he was delighted by the unique power of the Christianity and the convenience of being God Child. But after the revelation last night, he realized that the pigeons overhead were petty and wouldn't let him get away with it.

No matter what hardships or difficulties he faces, he has to step up. It's true that with great power comes great responsibility.

Good news, the pigeon has high hopes for itself.

Bad news, Pigeon thinks highly of himself.

After all this, Rovey's status as the "God Child" was truly officially recognized. Although he lost the exclusive weapon that had helped him conquer the world, he could clearly feel that the fake God Child he had simulated had been officially recognized due to the power of Hell, Heaven, and faith, making him significantly stronger than before. Moreover, he seemed to have gained new insights into the Christianity, and he now also possessed the revelatory abilities of Christianity saints.

Rovey was not surprised that Sanzang would appear here, because Sanzang was summoned by the Singularity and was not killed by the Lion King. The fact that they met here was probably due to the mutual attraction between the disciples or successors of the "Savior".

However, now is not the time to think about those things. He has other things to do, and now is the time to make a final stand.

Moreover, Artoria and Nitocris must still be worried about him; he needs to get back quickly.

Just as Rovey was about to get out of bed and leave, ignoring Sanzang's advice, a male voice suddenly reached his ears—

"You're awake already? That's great! I remember now, you're actually... Crowley, right?"

Just before Rovey got out of bed, a completely unfamiliar voice caught his attention. After hearing the commotion coming from inside, a knight in purple armor rushed in.

Chapter 201 Mash, she's Daddy~

When they came to their senses, the purple figure had already excitedly entered the simple tent, successfully interrupting the friendly exchange between the two successors of [Savior].

Rovey glanced at the fully armed man, whose armor was purple, hair was purple, and even eyes were purple.

The last time I saw someone covered in purple was in Fuyuki City with my [Best Match], the purple-haired BB... I only saw her in person when we were working together, she's definitely not this purple-haired thug with a terrible reputation.

This is the second humanoid self-propelled gunner in Britannia after Merlin, and his reputation is comparable to Merlin's.

"Last night, after I rushed back here, I dealt with the Demonic Beast wandering around the area. On the way, I happened to run into such a beautiful woman as the Sanzang. She was holding you in her arms in a hurry, so I brought you here. I thought we would never see each other again, but I didn't expect that our fate is really deep, Master of Lancer."

"Mr. Crowley."

After praising Sanzang, Lancelot plopped down on a chair on the ground.

"I knew it! My memory of you was a bit hazy when I saw you in Jerusalem. You looked familiar, but I just couldn't quite place you. It wasn't until I brought you back yesterday and examined you closely that I remembered. Aren't you Lancer's Master?"

"I never expected this. I just heard that another group of foreigners has arrived at this Singularity, and one of them even passed the King's Holy Selection. It turns out that one of them was you. Fate is truly full of wonders. Speaking of which, you really tormented me during that Holy Grail War. I never even recognized the King in the end. But, I guess that was a kind of punishment in itself..."

Lancelot spoke with great relish, a strange smile occasionally appearing on his face, along with a hint of nostalgia.

For him, that was one of the few pleasant experiences he had.

"...??"

Listening to what this guy was saying, Rovey frowned, feeling somewhat confused. Of course he recognized the guy in front of him as Lancelot, but the other party couldn't possibly be the Lancelot on his side. So how did he know the specifics of the Fourth Holy Grail War on his side?

"You didn't recognize me, did you?"

Seeing the confusion in Rovey's eyes, Lancelot thought he hadn't been recognized and was about to put on a helmet to cosplay as Berserker Lancelot, but Rovey stopped him.

"Of course I know you, Lancelot. It would be strange if I didn't, but..."

Rovey stroked his chin, looked at the purple knight in front of him who was looking very interested, and asked, "From any perspective, you shouldn't know me, right?"

"Could you be Lancelot from my world?"

"What...? Oh, that's what you're wondering about..."

Lancelot immediately understood the reason for Rovey's doubts.

Simply put, it's about the summoning of Heroes from the Throne of Heroes. Generally speaking, the Holy Grail War only summons Heroic Spirit who have ascended from this world to the Throne of Heroes. Take King Arthur as an example. On the Throne of Heroes, there are naturally countless possibilities for King Arthur in countless parallel worlds. However, in the Holy Grail War, under normal circumstances, only King Arthur from the Throne of Heroes will be summoned from this world.

Of course, there is also the possibility of summoning Heroic Spirit from other parallel worlds, such as King Arthur being summoned from the Throne of Heroes in this world to another world.

To draw an analogy: what if Emiya Kiritsugu summoned the Proto Saber instead of Artoria, Tokiomi Tohsaka summoned King of Heroes Old Gilgamesh instead of Gilgamesh?

These are all low-probability events that may occur.

It can only be said that the Throne of Heroes is too mysterious; both its existence and its operating mechanism are beyond the comprehension of Magus and Heroic Spirit. However, it can be explained simply using scientific knowledge, albeit in a very specific and complete way.

What Rovey is wondering now is—has Lancelot from his own world been summoned here?

"No, no, I'm not the Lancelot from your side, I just have that memory. But it's really strange. Theoretically, we shouldn't inherit memories of past appearances as Heroic Spirit, let alone memories from other worlds. However, the Holy Grail War that happened in your world's Fuyuki is very clearly preserved in the memory of the Heroic Spirit's original body on the Throne of Heroes. And it's precisely because that memory was shared with all of the Heroic Spirit's incarnations that I came to know you. This same memory also made me—"

"It is impossible to be completely loyal to such a [Lion King]."

Lancelot clenched his fist and said in a deep voice. At this moment, after realizing that this was the comrade-in-arms who had helped his Master end the nightmare in another world and who had planned and controlled the entire Holy Grail War, he began to explain his current situation in detail, as if he had found a confidant.

"During that Holy Grail War, I was shattered by Gilgamesh's Ea, but my soul remained in the Greater Grail, so I witnessed the entire war. Therefore, I naturally knew that the King had let go of the past and started his journey, and had also found peace with his life. That's right, the King owes Britannia and us nothing; on the contrary, we owe the King too much. The King's liberation is simply the best ending."

Rovey understood what Lancelot was talking about; he was referring to the ending of Artoria's journey in another world. Originally, he wanted to die at Artoria's hands to find peace, but Rovey had pre-arranged for Artoria's death and had him thrown in front of Gilgamesh like a stray dog.

Although he didn't get what he wanted in the end, he still saw a good ending, and Lancelot naturally felt relieved.

It was a good ending, and it should have been like this—

"After the king of that world was redeemed, I slept soundly, my soul and mind at peace. But when I opened my eyes again and was summoned to my own world, I suddenly saw that our world's king had become what he is now, the goddess of the Wild Hunt and the Storm, and her personality had been greatly deified and subjected to extreme influences. Originally, I wanted to continue to serve her, but after witnessing her evil deeds, I realized that this was wrong. So now I hope to find out why King Arthur became a god and stop her!"

Listening to Lancelot's righteous and seemingly repentant words, Rovey could only tell that this traitor was indeed about to betray him again.

Although there was nothing wrong with what he did, Rovey also felt that this guy's loyalty was somewhat questionable, but he didn't know how to evaluate it.