Type-Moon's Problem Child from Collapse

If he had been given the choice, he would rather the entire world be left with only Collapse Beasts than accept that kind of world.

At least Collapse Beasts still felt joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. They still had conflicts...

Kiritsugu Emiya and Fu Yuan were different. One possessed strength, while the other possessed only fantasies.

Fantasy—a beautiful word.

But there were still people waiting behind you! So it would be better for such impractical fantasies to disappear.

Even if you hated me, even if this might be unfair to you.

We were the same kind of people!

Irisviel, Illya, Fujino, and you—I chose three people.

So, I'm sorry, Master.

P.S. A character's personality isn't set in stone!

Didn't the King of Knights in Fate also prepare to defy her own code of chivalry in the end?

Didn't Lancelot care nothing for the deaths of others?

Gilgamesh was covered by Black Mud because he hadn't reacted in time...

There was much more besides. Anime could help you understand a work, but it would not necessarily make you comprehend it.

Of course, works whose original source was anime were exceptions.

"Saber, destroy the Holy Grail!"

The moment Kiritsugu Emiya emerged, he gave the order without the slightest hesitation.

"As you wish."

The Void Sword God, which had already been prepared, instantly reduced that area—or rather, half the castle—to dust.

The remaining debris would also be completely dealt with by the Divine Grace Barrier within minutes.

It sounded rather wonderful, if one ignored the fact that Kiritsugu Emiya had nearly gone mad.

And the Lesser Grail was merely the Greater Grail's vessel in this Holy Grail War.

"Lancelot, enjoy these last few hours."

Without needing Kiritsugu Emiya to say anything, Fu Yuan consciously headed toward Ryudoji Temple.

"A Yuan, where are you going?"

Irisviel's fairly sharp mind had been left bewildered by everything happening before her. It all seemed rehearsed somehow—far too... satisfying.

"...The Holy Grail War, perhaps this will be the last one."

Rather than directly answering Irisviel's question, Fu Yuan said something very strange.

"Saber, by my Command Spells, destroy the Greater Grail!"

"Saber, by my Command Spells, destroy the Greater Grail!"

Fu Yuan's steps suddenly paused. Then, as though nothing had happened, he waved a hand to show that he understood.

Command Spells... Hah!

Though Kiritsugu Emiya was deeply confused, he still completed everything he could do right now.

And Saber—he knew everything about this Holy Grail War!

Just what was he plotting!

Forget it. Under the authority of two Command Spells, the Greater Grail will at least certainly be destroyed.

Something like that should not exist in this world.

Greater Grail: Are You Being Polite?!

"Sunshine shines in the sky, Flowers smile at me, Little birds say, 'Good morning, good morning, good morning!'

Why are you carrying explosives on your back?

I'm going to blow up the school, The teachers don't know, The moment I pull the fuse, I'll run, Boom! The school flies into the sky!"

At two or three in the morning, a childish voice rang out through the previously silent streets.

Fortunately, the people living along the street had fairly good temperaments. Not a single one came out to stop him.

Of course, that might also have had something to do with the greatsword in his right hand.

"Though the timing is a little off, it somehow fits the mood, doesn't it, Senior Sister?"

The youth deliberately waited a while, then a little longer, then longer still...

"Senior Sister?"

Fu Yuan had initially thought his Senior Sister simply couldn't be bothered to respond to him, but he was bored out of his mind right now, and he had just discovered something very interesting.

So he decided to take the initiative and go in to play.

It wasn't like multitasking was difficult.

And then, he couldn't get in!

Fu Yuan: ???

This time, he got serious and focused completely, precisely observing every detail.

And he still couldn't get in!

"Senior Sister!"

Fu Yuan was genuinely angry for once. He couldn't see inside! Yet that feeling of shared memories was still there.

In other words, the shared memories might have been fake!

He had been the only one losing out from beginning to end!

"So annoying!"

No matter what, Su Mei was Peerless Lady, the woman who had struck fear into the Jianghu. How could she possibly not think of a way to let someone survive?

And it was incredibly simple. All she needed to do was have him bear someone else's wishes—or rather, have him bear the lives of others.

As though she had planned something long ago, Su Mei looked fondly at Fu Yuan outside, whose mood had clearly changed.

As for the shared memories, they had indeed been fully shared at first, because she hadn't reacted in time back then.

Later, it had taken her quite a while to solve that problem, but she had never told Junior Disciple Brother.

As for what her junior brother had discovered, it was nothing more than those few things. She could spare some time to take a look later.

"Little Qiuqiu got sick, and Second Qiuqiu came to see, Third Qiuqiu gathered herbs, Fourth Qiuqiu brewed the tea, Fifth Qiuqiu somehow died, Sixth Qiuqiu bore the bier, Seventh Qiuqiu dug a hole with his head hung low in grief, Eighth Qiuqiu came near.

In Whispering Forest stood a little tombstone, Beneath it lay a Qiuqiu corpse, cold as stone.

The cries and wails had long since faded away, As the sun slowly climbed into the day.

Ninth Qiuqiu grieved upon the ground, Tenth Qiuqiu asked him why he frowned.

Ninth Qiuqiu said:

'Fifth Qiuqiu left and never came around.'"

Perhaps because of its owner's shifting emotions, even the lyrics had changed somewhat.

Some of the people on the street had already started calling the police.

The more they looked at the sword in the youth's hand, the more it seemed as though there were bloodstains on it.

"So, did you enjoy it, Mr. Peeping Tom?"

Fu Yuan suddenly looked toward a high-rise building far, far behind him, though he did not speak loudly.

If the other person could hear him, fine. If not, it wouldn't be awkward either.

The white-haired figure atop the distant building was clearly somewhat at a loss—not because he had been discovered.

Rather, he had not expected that this time, he was the target.

So, should I make a move?

After thinking for a long time, he finally recalled a very serious problem: whether he wanted to fight or not, whether he actually fought or not, he definitely couldn't beat him!

"Fuck!"

But after realizing this, he simply sat down openly on the rooftop instead of hiding.

With what seemed like an appreciative gaze, he sat cross-legged there without the slightest restraint.

That guy behind me is so annoying!

Even though that person had not caused him any trouble, Fu Yuan felt extremely uncomfortable now, and he stopped singing.

He simply let the Command Spells lead him there.

Yes! This was the interesting thing he had discovered!

The power of Command Spells was limited. For example, the Cowlick King's A-rank Magic Resistance could resist one Command Spell, but not two.

Fu Yuan's Magic Resistance was only C-rank!

But Ryudoji Temple was far from Einsbern Castle!

As long as he put on an unwilling front, the Command Spells would forcibly lead him there.

And since his magical energy was still EX-rank, he could keep dragging it out!

C-rank Magic Resistance alone could probably wear out two Command Spells!

It wasn't that he didn't want to destroy the Greater Grail. It was just that volunteering and being forced were two completely different gaming experiences.

Besides, what did he need the Greater Grail for? The Third Magic?

Give him a break! What would he even want that thing for?

As though having that thing could change anything.

"The big rabbit fell ill, and the second rabbit came to visit..."

How annoying! He had gotten himself depressed again. Out of habit, he was about to sing to ease his mood, but after only two lines, he remembered there was still one irritating guy behind him.

So pissed!

Forcibly suppressing the urge to send him to meet God with a Taixu blast, Fu Yuan silently allowed the Command Spells to drag him forward.

After all, This Guy should have been sent by Alaya. Killing him wouldn't be good... No, wait!

I'm about to die anyway! Why am I still worrying about so much?

Once he figured that out, Fu Yuan felt as though his Dao Heart had become crystal clear!