Invincible Me Only Wants to Slack Off

Rin, Shirou, Artoria, Archer—even Gilgamesh, who was teetering on the edge of rage—were all frozen for an instant by that declaration, sharper than any blade.

That look of disdain was more chilling than shattering a sky full of Noble Phantasms.

"Ha? Ha... hahaha!" Gilgamesh paused for a moment, then suddenly clapped a hand over his eyes, his shoulders shaking violently as he threw his head back in a hysterical laugh, as if he'd just heard the world's most absurd joke.

Chen Tian hovered high above, expressionless, his gaze icy and detached, like he was watching a clown perform.

As Gilgamesh's laughter rang out, the golden light erupting from him grew even more blinding!

A terrifying surge of magical energy exploded like an out-of-control volcano!

The air over the entire ruin thickened, warped, and groaned under the strain! The ground trembled faintly! Rin and the others felt their hearts clenched by a giant hand of mana, their breathing labored!

Archer reacted first, grabbing Rin's arm. "Go! Now!?"

His voice carried an urgency unlike before.

Rin snapped back to her senses. "Retreat!"

She channeled her mana, sending several jewels flying to detonate into smoke screens in their escape path.

Shirou gritted his teeth and hoisted the weakened Artoria.

Gilgamesh's laughter cut off abruptly!

He dropped his hand, his crimson serpentine eyes narrowing to pinpricks of fury, his face twisted. "Go?! No one is going anywhere!! Do you think I'd let a mongrel who insulted This King just walk away?!"

"I'll chop you all—to pieces!"

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

Before his words faded, the boiling golden ripples behind him locked onto Rin and the others below! Thousands of deadly Noble Phantasms tore through the air, shrieking as they rained down! Faster! More murderous!

Rin's pupils shrank! A chill pierced her bones! Archer roared, projecting twin blades into his hands!

Artoria struggled to lift her sword, but a sharp pain made her grunt.

A flash of azure blade light!

Fast! Unbelievably fast!

A faint, almost imperceptible slicing sound rang out.

Those thousands of lethal Noble Phantasms, less than three meters above Rin and the others, snapped cleanly in half! The smooth cuts gleamed with a cold blue light! The broken weapons, along with their violent mana, silently vanished into nothing.

Chen Tian still hovered directly in front of Gilgamesh, maintaining his slashing stance. The Enma Sword Hilt pointed diagonally downward, a single drop of dew sliding off its tip.

He didn't even look back.

"Mongrel, are you deaf?"

"If all you want is to kill them as a way to amuse me, then you're just boring."

Those words were like a spark dropped into a powder keg.

Gilgamesh's eyes blazed with tangible fury, and a golden storm of mana exploded outward from him!

The sky over all of Fuyuki City was stained a dark gold, clouds shredded by the violent energy.

"Arrogant!!" The Hero King's roar made the very air and ground tremble. "A mere mongrel dares to speak of amusing me?! This King will show you—what true despair means!"

The golden ripples behind Gilgamesh expanded wildly, covering the entire sky in an instant.

It wasn't dozens or hundreds of Noble Phantasms—it was tens of thousands! From every ripple emerged weapons gleaming with destructive light, dense as a golden swarm of bees.

Chen Tian looked at the tens of thousands of Noble Phantasms emerging from the golden ripples across the sky, a scornful smile curling at his lips.

That sentence was like a spark hitting a powder keg.

Gilgamesh's rage was further ignited by Chen Tian, dark red mana erupting from his body like boiling magma!

"It's not over yet!!!" He roared, raising his right hand as a golden vortex condensed furiously in his palm, space beginning to warp and crack—

"Void Separation! Star of Creation!!!"

A dark red pillar of light tore heaven and earth apart! Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch, revealing the pitch-black void!

The red-gold Sword of Rupture appeared in Gilgamesh's hand, and the mere mana it carried as it emerged sliced the surrounding space like broken glass.

A hint of satisfied smile finally appeared on Chen Tian's icy face.

"Space cutting, huh?" He gripped the scabbard in his left hand, his right hand slowly resting on the Enma Sword Hilt. "Heh, not bad."

Before his words faded, a sudden change occurred!

The raging mana around him abruptly fell into an eerie stillness.

No, not stillness—severance!

All mana flow was forcibly "cut off" by some higher-dimensional force, broken down into fragments that couldn't affect reality!

The contrast between the two facing off was stark:

On one side, Gilgamesh with boiling golden magma and a dark red pillar of destruction that swept all before it;

On the other, Chen Tian surrounded by absolute "nothingness," a deep-sea abyss where even light seemed swallowed.

"Hahahahaha! Mongrel! Feel the agony of heaven and earth being torn apart!" Gilgamesh laughed wildly, the mana of the Sword of Rupture condensing to its peak, ready to swing down that world-rending strike!

At the same time, the countless Noble Phantasms hummed and trembled, poised to strike like a golden torrent awaiting the king's command.

He slowly closed his eyes, his presence sinking into absolute cold. His lips parted slightly, and he uttered a few words:

"Dimension Slash: Sky Break."

An indescribable "void" descended instantly!

Alarms blared wildly in Gilgamesh's mind! Something was wrong!

A lethal sense of threat seized his throat in an instant! Without even time to think, driven by battle instinct, he swung the Ea, condensed to its limit, with savage force!

"Die, Mongrel!!!"

The dark red beam roared, tearing through space! At the same time, tens of thousands of Noble Phantasms surged like a flood of destruction, their multicolored magical radiance blotting out the sky as they thundered toward Chen Tian!

Just as this world-shattering attack erupted—

Chen Tian drew his blade.

Eyes closed, yet perfectly precise.

The trajectory of the Enma Sword leaving its sheath was so fast it surpassed visual capture, leaving only a faint blue afterimage on the retina.

No earth-shattering explosion. No dazzling collision of magic.

The madness on Gilgamesh's face froze.

His sword-arm hung motionless in midair.

The world—the moment Chen Tian drew his blade—was utterly "severed" from his perception!

Gilgamesh's swinging motion abruptly locked up! The wild grin on his face solidified!

"Wh—?!"

Time itself seemed frozen in that instant—no, his perception had been completely "cut off"!

Magic? Gone! He could no longer feel the divine power boiling within him, nor the energy fluctuations of Ea capable of splitting the heavens, nor the torrent of magical force tearing through space as countless Noble Phantasms shot forth! All energy reactions dissolved into nothing!

Sound? Silence! The roar of Ea cleaving space, the shriek of Noble Phantasms rending the air, even his own frantic heartbeat and breath... all returned to absolute silence!

Air? Solidified! No flow, no temperature, no sensation! He was like a specimen cast into a vacuum, stripped of all physical perception of the outside world!

Vision? The image remained—the roaring dark red torrent, the gleaming Noble Phantasms, the distant ruins' outlines... but they had lost all "substance."

It was like watching a false, lifeless frozen frame! He felt no threat, no presence at all! Though his eyes were open, he had become a "blind man" devoid of perception!

Absolute "nothingness"! Even the very concept of space seemed forcibly stripped away!

In that moment, the Hero King Gilgamesh was plunged into an unprecedented terror of his own existence! His prideful power, his Noble Phantasms, even the entire world—all were utterly "denied" by that merciless slash!

As Gilgamesh sank into the deprivation of perception, drowning in the abyss of nothingness—

His trembling serpentine eyes could still clearly see Chen Tian's movements.

Chen Tian's draw was so fast it defied comprehension, yet his sheathing was starkly visible.

The Enma Sword's azure blade, carrying the icy gleam that severed all things, was steadily and evenly pulled back by Chen Tian.

He raised the Enma Sword vertically before his face, like some solemn ritual.

The tip slid precisely into the scabbard's mouth.

Inch by inch, steadily advancing.

The friction between blade and scabbard's inner wall should have been silent, yet in this absolute "void," one could almost "see" the minute trajectory.

Gilgamesh's thoughts nearly stalled in the terrifying silence and emptiness, forced to passively "watch" this suffocatingly slow process.

The tsuba (guard) met the scabbard's rim.

A crisp, cold sound, like metal striking metal, exploded sharply as the blade was fully sheathed!

This sound, like thunder cleaving chaos, or a blade severing shackles!

It did not come from outside, but directly, violently, poured into Gilgamesh's "severed" perception! Piercing through his very soul!

Boom—!!!

The stripped world surged back into the Hero King's perception like a receding tide!

Sound! Magic! Airflow! Touch! Temperature! Presence! Everything, like a raging flood, engulfed him in an instant!

"Ugh—!" Gilgamesh let out a low roar of pain and terror mixed together, his body lurching violently, nearly falling from the sky!

And in that same instant perception returned—

Crack... crackle... crash!!!

Above the sky, the tens of thousands of divine weapons summoned by the Gate of Babylon, suspended in midair—those Noble Phantasms condensed from myth and legend, brimming with infinite power—without any external force touching them—

Like castles built from sand that had decayed for eons!

Silently, they crumbled in droves!

Shattered! Annihilated!

The golden radiance that filled the sky was extinguished like a snuffed candle flame! In its place, countless fine golden particles cascaded down like a brilliant, despairing golden rain from the dome! Rustling down!

This golden rain is the elegy of the Gate of Babylon!

Gilgamesh jerked his head down, staring at the supreme treasure clenched in his hand—the sword that symbolized the might of creation, Ea, the Sword of Rupture.

On the blade, the faint scar carved by that azure sword-light suddenly flared with blinding blue light!

Crack! Crack, crack, crack!!!

Cracks like a spiderweb spread wildly from that mark! In an instant, they crawled over the three twisting cylinders of the blade!

The red-gold divine radiance dimmed sharply.

"No... impossible! This King's Ea!" Gilgamesh roared in disbelief, fear—unprecedented and undeniable—flashing in his eyes for the first time.

Before his words faded—

That peerless, supreme Noble Phantasm, capable of tearing the world apart, silently crumbled in his clenched grip, surrounded by billions of golden particles.

It dissolved into fine dust, tinged with faint embers of dark red, slipping through his fingers and scattering on the wind.

The magnificent, sturdy Golden Armor on Gilgamesh, symbol of the Hero King's unmatched glory, seemed to suffer eons of erosion.

Starting from the breastplate, cracks spread across his entire body in an instant! Shoulder guards, arm guards, leg guards... shattered and peeled away like cheap pottery shards.

Golden fragments mixed with the falling golden dust of the Noble Phantasms, tumbling down together.

Stripped of his splendid armor, the body beneath was revealed.

Gilgamesh hovered in midair, his hands empty, clad only in tattered undergarments. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his pale chin.

Dazed, he looked down at his hands, bereft of weapon and armor, then raised his head to look ahead—

Chen Tian had fully sheathed his blade.

The Enma Sword hung silently at his waist.

His gaze remained icy, like eternal, unmelted frost, as he looked down upon the Hero King below—stripped of all his glorious arms, battered and humiliated.