Mystic Eyes of Death Perception / JoJo-Level Lifeform King Hassan

Will I forget everything once I leave here?

At this moment Fujimaru Kyoya should be the most learned person in the world, but it is precisely because of his erudition that he understands that once he leaves this place, he will forget all of this knowledge.

The Akashic Records.

The original truth of the Universe, all the records of the world, everything is here; this place is like a library.

To put it more bluntly, this is the Root of the dreams of countless Magecraft.

"The reason the Counter Force prevents Magecraft from entering the Root is because it fears that Magecraft will accelerate the destruction of the world after obtaining the knowledge within. However, if those who enter forget the memories within, then the Counter Force has no reason to prevent others from entering the Root."

Fujimaru Kyoya, being at the Root, quickly understood why he had been able to reach this place so easily.

The Old Man of the Mountain originally had the status of Grand, which gave him a voice in the face of the Counter Force. Moreover, he had a powerful boss behind him that the Counter Force couldn't afford to offend. So he turned a blind eye to exceptions like Fujimaru Kyoya.

There are two conditions for awakening the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. The first is that the brain is connected to the Root and understands "death." The second is that one must have a kind of spiritual vision ability, which allows one to see things that ordinary people cannot see.

"Things that most people can't see? You count that?"

[...]

Fujimaru Kyoya glanced at his simulator. Although most people couldn't see this thing, he hadn't expected it to be considered a form of spiritual vision.

The criteria for the Mystic Eyes of Mystic Eyes of Death Perception are far too lenient.

However, it's unlikely that the Old Man of the Mountain knew about the simulator; this information shouldn't have been leaked.

"God gave him Revelation? Jesus, you're still a gossip!"

After receiving the answer Fujimaru Kyoya couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He never expected that divine Revelation would be such a common, low-class thing, which drastically lowered the prestige of the talent of "Revelation."

However, Fujimaru Kyoya found no information about simulators in this Akashic Records. This means the simulators evaded the Akashic Records, but couldn't escape Jesus's eyes?

Does this, in a sense, mean that guy is pretty strong?

But now is not the time to think about these things. Since we can't take any of the knowledge we gain here with us, we might as well just experience death.

A black book flew towards Fujimaru Kyoya. The book contained everything about "death." Fujimaru Kyoya carefully sensed it, and at the same time... he gradually understood everything.

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The fact that Fujimaru Kyoya's grave was desecrated wasn't really surprising. After all, according to Murphy's Law, if something doesn't go wrong, it definitely will.

At this moment, Fujimaru Kyoya's brilliance was transported to a dark room, where many furtive people carrying drawing boards showed obvious delight upon seeing the coffin.

"Leonardo, my Superman."

Clearly, this young man named Leonardo has done this before.

These days, painter apprentices can't really guarantee their own livelihood, and most of them have to do part-time work outside. People like Leonardo, who can do almost everything, are extremely rare.

"They were just buried not long ago, let's do it while it's still fresh."

Leonardo Da Vinci, later known as one of the Three Titans of the Renaissance, was only a teenager at this time and was still an apprentice.

For example, he was willing to do the job of stealing corpses, which others were unwilling to do.

He needed this money to live on and to buy raw materials for all his little inventions. Of course, dissecting corpses would also help improve his drawing skills, so why not do it?

"Bang!"

The coffin was thrown to the ground, and someone nearby quickly pried open the already flimsy coffin lid.

"Is this guy really dead?"

Looking at the "corpse" lying inside, the people around hesitated; it didn't look like a dead person at all.

"They've already been buried, how could they look like this? Who buries a living person?"

Da Vinci saw that these people were timid and hesitant, clearly not the kind of people who could handle great things; he knew he had to do it himself.

Looking at Fujimaru Kyoya in the coffin, he was dressed neatly. Due to being in Suspended Animation, his body temperature was abnormally low and his face was pale, just like...

"Just like Dead Apostle."

Looking at the person lying in the coffin, Da Vinci felt a profound sense of beauty. Recalling his knowledge of Magecraft, he immediately thought of the legendary Dead Apostle.

Could it be Dead Apostle?

Da Vinci touched a small gadget at his waist, which he named the Black Keys. Normally, it looked like a bladeless sword hilt, but it could extend into a blade when Mana was input.

This thing is already sharp, and with the added damage bonus against spirits, it's not afraid of some low-level Dead Apostle, especially since it's broad daylight.

Low-level Dead Apostle are always killed in the light; if you really can't beat them, just open a window.

"The clothes are expensive, we'll strip them and sell them for money later."

Da Vinci removed Fujimaru Kyoya's shirt, since it would be difficult to act if the clothes were stained with blood. Just as he was about to take off his pants, his eyes were drawn to Fujimaru Kyoya's muscular physique.

Those muscles, that physique—it's practically a work of art!

Although it was a bit rude, at that moment, Da Vinci... BOKI.

"Bang!"

Da Vinci sprang to his feet, and a fist the size of a sandbag struck him hard on the forehead while he was engrossed in his muscles. Now, he was completely disoriented and had no idea what had happened.

Fujimaru Kyoya, of course, did not wake up. However, his strong masculine spirit sensed the approach of a powerful figure no less formidable than the Gay Four, and his body naturally took defensive measures.

"Holy crap, it's come back to life?"

"Zongzi?"

"What kind of Eastern saying is this? This is terrible Dead Apostle!"

The more experienced artists nearby opened the windows, letting sunlight flood the dark room, but Fujimaru Kyoya was, after all, a living person, and the sunlight had no effect on him whatsoever.

"True Ancestor?"

The well-informed Da Vinci immediately considered a possibility, but most of the True Ancestor stayed in the Millennium Castle and didn't venture out freely. Was his luck really that bad?

His fear made his voice rise a few decibels. He had been touching his chest and opening the window before, and now he was shouting and yelling, finally waking Fujimaru Kyoya up.

Why are you yelling so loudly?

At this moment, Fujimaru Kyoya's morning grumpiness was ignited, and everything recorded in Akasha's records was forgotten as he left. All he remembered now was that he originally wanted the Old Bastard his gold coins, but unexpectedly, he was the one who exploded his gold coins instead.

We must retaliate with this unexpected blow.

A deep blue light appeared in Fujimaru Kyoya's eyes, with streaks of rainbow light weaving through them. In that instant Fujimaru Kyoya's vision changed.

Deep red lines filled his field of vision, making him somewhat tempted to touch them.

[You have recovered from Suspended Animation. In the process of being infinitely close to death, you have come to understand the true meaning of death, and your eyes have changed.]

[Awakening of the talent "Mystic Eyes of Death Perception": Mystic Eye that face death squarely; under your gaze, the death of all things has nowhere to hide; cutting the line of death reaps life.]

Mystic Eyes of Death Perception?

Fujimaru Kyoya looked bewildered. Was Old Ho killing me for this reason? But...

"Humans are like garbage."

Countless crimson lines filled Fujimaru Kyoya's vision. These lines revealed not only living things but also inanimate objects. With the simulator's explanation, Fujimaru Kyoya could sense that he could kill anything within his sight if he so desired.

If we continue to view humanity from this perspective, then sooner or later humanity will become nothing more than trash in his eyes.

Fujimaru Kyoya stood with his back to the light, and the painters in the room could not see his face clearly, only his pair of eyes that glowed blue. Combined with his pale skin due to his apparent death, he looked like True Ancestor of Vampire from a story.

The painters panicked and hurriedly pushed open the door to leave. Although they knew they had no hope of escaping from a True Ancestor, they still chose to flee. However, the first painter to step out the door screamed and was sent flying back.

"The Templar Knights, we've heard there's a heretical gathering here, now..."

The Knight who entered the room had only received a report that there was a gathering of "heretics" there; such a trivial matter was none of their business.

However, the operation that night failed, and Bishop Joshua's anger needed to be quelled. Even if it was a scapegoat, it was never wrong to catch a few more "heretics."

"You've hit the jackpot!"

The Knight looked at Fujimaru Kyoya as he crawled out of the coffin. Although no one had survived the operation, the neighbors still knew exactly what Flagg, who liked to jump around, looked like.

After comparing the portraits, no memorable moments like "This isn't me" occurred.

That's a great achievement.

"Yes, we had a stroke of great luck."

Fujimaru Kyoya channeled his Mana into his head and, imitating Aizen, gave himself a slicked-back hairstyle with hair gel.

He hadn't been able to extract anything from his mother before, but now he finally had the chance to interrogate her properly.

They've really hit the jackpot!

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"Last time it was Genesis and Egypt, so what will we read today?"

Fujimaru Kyoya stepped out of the coffin and walked towards the Knight. He was preoccupied with which scripture to recite to the gods later, clearly not taking the enemy before him seriously.

However, the Knight wouldn't wait for Fujimaru Kyoya to make a decision. They charged in, since Bishop Joshua didn't want anyone alive, so there was no need to hold back.

"The Kingdom of Heaven is near; repent."

Just as the blade was about to touch Fujimaru Kyoya's body, Fujimaru Kyoya finally decided to recite the scripture— the Gospel of Matthew.

The power of the Stigmata permeated his body, and with the blessing of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, the "lines" symbolizing death were laid bare.

Fujimaru Kyoya and merely brushed his hand across those "lines," he felt a strange sensation, as if he were reaping lives.

"Bang!"

That was the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground. The Knight who had attacked Fujimaru Kyoya first fell to the ground without any warning. His body had been cut in half at some point, and there was no way to save him.

As Fujimaru Kyoya recited, "The Kingdom of Heaven is near; you should repent."

[Your strength is growing ever greater; God seems pleased with your recitation of scripture and praises your actions.]

This so-called god... is he watching a live stream?

Looking at the simulator's prompts, Fujimaru Kyoya felt that a deadbeat otaku was treating everything he was doing as a "live stream," so Fujimaru Kyoya gave him a tip.

If this is true, then this god is far too boring.

"I baptize you with water, so that you may repent."

Because a mere suspicion could lead to the murder of an entire family, Fujimaru Kyoya, though not believing the other party would repent, still had to exchange the necessary pleasantries.

If the other party is willing to repent and tell him everything, then baptize them with water; if they do not tell him, then baptize them with blood.

The Knight they encountered this time were much stronger than the ones they faced last time, but Fujimaru Kyoya had experience fighting against the Knights of the Round Table, and the European Age of Gods of the 15th century had faded away more than a thousand years ago.

In this era where much mystery has faded, these Knights are hardly impressive.

As for the artists standing by, they were all terrified. They watched as Fujimaru Kyoya smeared a few strokes on those fierce-looking Knight, and the Knight scattered on the ground like tofu. This kind of dissection was much more exciting than their petty squabbles.

After an unknown amount of time, someone finally mustered the courage to escape through a window. This act inspired many artists to follow suit, and as more and more people fled, even the Templar Knights joined in, looking as pathetic as dogs.

Yo-yo.

Just as Da Vinci was about to leave, a hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him back.

"You're the one who brought me here?"

Don't suck my blood.

Da Vinci recalled the information from the magic books back home: once someone's blood is drained by True Ancestor, they will become Dead Apostle. If they become a higher-level Dead Apostle, it's not so bad, but if they become a low-level Dead Apostle, they will die instantly upon exposure to light.

Do I really look that much like Dead Apostle?

It's not a question of whether it looks like it or not; it is exactly the same.

Da Vinci inwardly grumbled but dared not utter a word. He stared at Fujimaru Kyoya's terrifying Mystic Eye; the luster in those eyes was definitely at the highest level of Rainbow Level.

While humans also possess Mystic Eye that reach the Rainbow Level are rarely found among humans; rather, they are more commonly found in non-human beings like True Ancestor.

This is why Da Vinci considered him the True Ancestor.

"Since you consider me True Ancestor, then fine. But you need to think about this: I killed these Templar Knights, and you brought me here. In that case... you also bear some responsibility, don't you?"

Seeing the other party's confident demeanor, Fujimaru Kyoya also switched to Japanese Emperor Mode —if you say it's spicy, then it is, no arguments.

"I..."

Da Vinci broke out in a cold sweat. He understood what the word "Church" meant in that era. More than one painter had escaped; if one of them were caught and implicated...