The Shura Field Without Rin Tohsaka / Alien God

"Thump~ thump~~"

The body, which had lost its temperature, gradually began to recover, and the stopped heart regained its vitality, slowly coming back to life.

The idea of bringing the dead back to life is impossible; neither Magecraft nor Magic can directly bring the dead back to life.

But what if this body wasn't actually dead to begin with?

After all, Mary Magdalene was Jesus' chosen successor; how could she have died so easily?

"Long time no see."

Chris opened her eyes, her face displaying both the innocence of a young girl and the allure of a mature woman. She looked at Fujimaru Kyoya with a nostalgic gaze.

What name should I use to address you this time?

Having traveled through time, Chris has witnessed too many figures in history bearing the aura of Fujimaru Kyoya. She gradually realized that the First Magic had allowed the person before her to leave his own "anchor point" on countless fragments of history.

Each time, there is a different name and a different life, but the "I" has not changed, so nothing else matters.

"Fujimaru Kyoya, that's my current name."

Fujimaru Kyoya saw that Chris had been resurrected, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The long time travel was finally over, and the two of them, now using different identities, finally met again under this starry sky.

As for the First Magic being dismantled into a simulator, and the complete loss of the Six Royal Authorities, it doesn't matter.

The gains this time were already substantial. The Stigmata on his left hand remained, and he could freely control his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. Although "Information Erasure" and "Revelation" were lost during the fusion of the two, the enhancement to his main body was entirely worthwhile.

More importantly... his beauty talent, "The Imaginary True Ancestor," has been preserved, and the beauty effect is something even South Korea can only dream of.

"With the suppression of the Stigmata, there's no need to worry about my body being corroded by the Black Mud. So, I'll take my leave now."

The White Dove broke free from Fujimaru Kyoya's grasp, flapped its wings, and headed towards the dock, clearly indicating that it really didn't want to get involved in this mess anymore.

After all, it's just a Holy Spirit, so why should it bear the responsibilities of a god? It's really strange.

However, with the transfer of power among the Six Royal Authorities, Fujimaru Kyoya lost control of the Dead Apostle. But that didn't matter much; in this era, no matter how much trouble the Dead Apostle caused, could they possibly outrun nuclear weapons?

The Mage's Association and the Holy Church still dare not cause trouble openly in this day and age because this era is no longer one where one can act with impunity through mystery.

The only question is how Fujimaru Kyoya will leave at this point.

Although the Six Royal Authorities were transferred to Chris and did not completely disappear, Chris was clearly not a skilled fighter, let alone facing so many Ancestor of Dead Apostles.

At this moment, only... the Great Desolate Starfall.

A golden meteor streaked across the sky. By this time, the citizens of Paris were numb. After the Cross and the white light, the appearance of another meteor was nothing to be surprised about.

"It's you?"

As Lord El-Melloi II looked at that familiar face, he recalled the time he almost got Excalibur in his face on the oxcart in Iskandar.

My PTSD flared up on the spot, and I collapsed to the ground.

"King Arthur...?"

Grea was also bewildered. There was absolutely no mistake about the face of the person in front of her, but if King Arthur was still alive, then what exactly had her clan been doing all these years?

"I am not King Arthur."

Rongomyniad noticed Grea's dejection, denied his identity as King Arthur, and took the Rhongomyniad, turning his gaze to the Dead Apostle in the sky.

"The Rhongomyniad..."

A power even greater than when Grea unleashed the Rhongomyniad appeared, a towering pillar of light seemingly connecting heaven and earth. The Goddess, walking on the earth, turned her gaze toward the unclean.

"Anchor Up."

Everything vanished into thin air.

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Paris has been quite lively lately, starting with the Louvre being mysteriously bombed, followed by numerous strange phenomena that night, including Cross, white lights, and shooting stars.

The Church seized the opportunity to promote its faith, while scientists countered with various " Into Approaching Science"-like programs.

The verbal sparring between the two sides was incredibly heated; if it weren't for the screen separating them, they probably would have been whipping each other's tongues with their own.

However, this is not something Fujimaru Kyoya should worry about; getting through the current difficulties is the most important thing.

Why did it turn out this way?

Fujimaru Kyoya looked at the women on either side of him. At this moment, his straight male radar was already giving him a crazy warning. His intuition told him that if he made one wrong move, he would be heading into the "Nice Boat" ending and the whole book would be over.

"Kyo, are you friends with this Miss Rongomyniad?"

Chris spoke gently, even offering the other person a cup of tea, yet this inexplicable hostility was truly chilling.

"Ah... yes..."

"Lloyd and I are less friends and more soulmates; we can give each other everything without reservation."

Rongomyniad also sensed this inexplicable hostility. She shouldn't have cared, after all, why would a Goddess hold a grudge over such a trivial matter? But a strong sense of crisis washed over her.

She knew she absolutely had to make her position clear.

I can do that too.

Chris wanted to say it out loud, but considering that Fujimaru Kyoya next to her, her girlish shyness made her stop.

However, her boldness as a mature woman compelled her not to let it end like that.

"Ahem~ Chris and Rongomyniad, can you tell me how you've spent these years? Although I wasn't by your side then, I can share your joys and sorrows by speaking your words."

Fujimaru Kyoya quickly changed the subject. He was starting to feel increasingly uneasy. If he let the two women continue, he would be well on his way to Nice Boat.

At this moment, Fujimaru Kyoya very glad that Tohsaka Rin hadn't come. You see, the troublesome nature of women isn't just additive or multiplicative, it's exponential.

If Tohsaka Rin were present, the crisis that Fujimaru Kyoya face would likely increase by 114514%.

"What happened over the years? It was just going through everything Mary went through back then. Sometimes I didn't even know who I was anymore. In the end, I found my way back thanks to this Stigmata."

Chris did not go into great detail about what she had experienced, which involved many things about the First Magic, which she was able to describe to some extent when the First Magic was completed.

But now the First Magic has been broken up again, and the White Dove that symbolizes the Holy Spirit has disappeared.

"I have no intention of hiding anything. You'll experience those things sooner or later, and then you'll know everything."

"Will I experience this once?"

Fujimaru Kyoya pondered: if Chris witnessed Mary's life, wouldn't he be simulating a time before and after Christ, perhaps even confronting that Old Bastard Jesus directly?

What a joke! If the Holy Spirit is considered so worthless, then what about Jesus, that Old Bastard? He's the worst of the worst!

"All these years? I've probably been wandering."

Rongomyniad recounted her carefree travels over the years, but there was one thing she didn't mention: it seemed that during the Crusaders, she had done something quite outrageous.

But I can't remember the specifics; it all seems like a dream.

"I thought it was just a dream, but this sword appeared beside me."

A flash of golden light, and the Holy Sword symbolizing King Arthur appeared in her hand. This sword was clearly given to Lord Bedivere, so why...?

"This is probably what Bedivere returned to you."

Fujimaru Kyoya looked at the Holy Sword, the past seemed to have changed, yet it also seemed to have left some traces.

"But hasn't Artoria's consciousness recovered yet?"

Artoria and Fujimaru Kyoya had made a promise, Fujimaru Kyoya thought that Rongomyniad, but it seems that this is not the case now.

"Her soul is still chasing the Holy Grail; that guy is too obsessed."

Rongomyniad has repeatedly lamented over the years just how stubborn humans are.

"By surrendering one's body to another while simultaneously entering Suspended Animation, leaving a mark on Hall of Heroes, one can participate in Holy Grail War as Servant and strive for the opportunity to make a wish."

Listening to Rongomyniad's words, Fujimaru Kyoya realized just how much Artoria, as a queen, valued the country that her group of companions had established.

In the process of building that country, she lost countless things, which is why she has an absolute desire to start over.

Can't it be woken up?

If Artoria's consciousness cannot be awakened, then what difference is there between her being alive and dead?

"I went back to Avalon during this time and told Morgan and Merlin about Artoria's condition. The conclusion we reached was that girl."

The girl Rongomyniad was referring to was named Grea, whom he nurtured into a vessel for King Arthur, and then waited for the right moment to transfer Artoria's soul into Grea's body.

"Merlin's idea?"

"You guessed it?"

"Of course, although that guy always has a grin on his face, he's essentially a heartless bastard. He probably doesn't care about anyone except Artoria."

Fujimaru Kyoya saw through Merlin's true nature: if he could revive Artoria, he would be willing to sacrifice anything, not just a little girl.

This personality is quite an improvement compared to back then, which gives you an idea of how cold-blooded Merlin really was back then.

At least now, he has someone he cares about.

"Artoria will not agree to such a thing."

Fujimaru Kyoya concluded that even if she possessed the disregard for trivialities characteristic of those who achieve great things, she was no longer a queen and would not make such an unreasonable sacrifice.

"That's why I'm planning to start Plan B. Can you help me out?"

Flowers appeared in the hotel room, and where there had been no one before, a flamboyant man in a white robe appeared—that was...

"Useless Merlin?"

"Who says I'm useless? To the people of Europe, I am the embodiment of the concept of 'Sage.' Have you read The Lord of the Rings? Gandalf was modeled after me."

Merlin stomped on JOJO in anger; the Sage Merlin was no stepping stone.

While what he said is true— Gandalf's character was basically designed to resemble the legendary Merlin —there's a difference between the advertised product and the actual product in this world.

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"It's unbelievable that we actually encountered that Marshal of Magic in that room."

Despite being the Lord of the Clock Tower, Marisbury Animsphere had never seen the Magus with the title of Marshal of Magic.

Now, thanks to Fujimaru Kyoya's help, he was able to see it, and suddenly the thought of paying compensation to Fuyuki City didn't feel so painful anymore.

Marisbury's pursuit of wealth wasn't because his family was poor, but rather because their family's resources were somewhat insufficient to support the construction of Chaldea.

Now that the Holy Grail War has been lost, having a chance to pay a fine to avoid further disaster isn't entirely unacceptable.

"The Demonic Marshal actually received them, and that white-robed Magecraft..."

Marisbury glanced at the office that belonged solely to the Grand Marshal of the Demonic Path; he was finding it increasingly difficult to understand the boy named Fujimaru Kyoya.

He had initially thought his disciple was unmatched among the younger generation, but now that question must be put on hold.

"So, what kind of trouble have you run into this time?"

Fujimaru Kyoya and saw a Sage from a global civilization, a Second Magic Magus, a Goddess walking among humans, Chris, who was both a holy child and a holy mother, and himself, the former First Magic Magus.

"If alien monsters are about to invade Earth, then I suggest you go to M78 Nebula and ask Ultraman for help, or at the very least borrow a bracelet."

It was originally a joke, but Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg and Merlin froze, clearly Fujimaru Kyoya on the head.

"Sorry, I'm going back now."

"I'm going to... no."

Seeing that Fujimaru Kyoya about to leave, Merlin pounced and grabbed Fujimaru Kyoya's leg, clearly not intending to let him go.

"You're all asking for it, I've run out of First Magic."

If Fujimaru Kyoya still possessed the First Magic, he would fear no one after abandoning his humanity. Let alone alien monsters, he would even dare to challenge the Ultraman King.

For now... that's good enough.

"This is also for your sister, Fujimaru Ritsuka. For the sake of me calling you 'big brother,' lend your brother a hand."

"Who says you're my older brother? Don't you dare lay a finger on my sister."

Fujimaru Kyoya stepped on Merlin's face. He had originally thought Merlin was just an illusionist, but now it seemed this guy was also an alchemist.

Damn it, don't think the FBI can't do anything just because this is the Britain. Don't underestimate America in 2004. Learn about the true value of the world's police force.

One phone call, and the FBI is waiting for you at the gates of Avalon.