Moon World Girlfriend Comes Knocking

Tiamat's song rang out once more. Each time her song echoed, layers of magic spread out like waves, and the tides of the Imaginary Number Sea surged one after another. The overwhelming black mud blotted out the sun, and just watching from a distance made one's scalp tingle.

But Lan Ze felt no fear. He was a gamer.

Whether this game was reality or virtual, his identity was that of a gamer. A gamer was someone who, no matter if they were a level one newbie or had trash equipment, would be given a plain sword and could take down a BOSS's HP, and they could even kill a god for you.

What's more... his current weapon wasn't a plain sword!

The moment Excalibur blasted open the pitch-black tide again, Lan Ze drew his second weapon from the Gate of Babylon.

He had far more than just one weapon. The Gate of Babylon contained many Noble Phantasms, including some divine weapons he had forged himself in his dreams every day for the past half-month. Originally, he had just made them for an excuse to replenish his magic, but now they had become crucial tools.

Gáe Bolg, Scathach's demonic spear, also known as the Spear of the Death Piercing the Heavens. Lan Ze couldn't unleash it to the same extent as Scathach, but when he threw the demonic spear, he used its power to break through a layer of the Tide of Chaos. As he advanced, the Tide of Chaos formed by the Sea of Life surged again.

Golden ripples spread from the treasury behind Lan Ze as he expressionlessly drew his third weapon.

Gungnir!

He hurled Odin's divine artifact!

His physical strength and magic were rapidly depleted. The magic in the Holy Grail was being frantically extracted. If the Holy Grail were a person, it would probably be crying out "No!" right now.

Because every weapon Lan Ze threw was a divine weapon, a fearsome weapon from mythology, yet he was treating them as disposable items.

This required a massive amount of magic, and that magic had been supplied by the Holy Grail since he threw Gungnir.

The God-Slaying Spear, capable of a single, decisive blow!

This was Karna's weapon, rumored to be able to kill in one strike, yet it was completely devoured after merely breaking through two layers of the Tide of Chaos.

The many Noble Phantasms of the Gate of Babylon fired in unison. They had just blasted open one layer of the Tide of Chaos, and the moment Lan Ze seized the opportunity to step in, it had already repaired itself.

The Sea of Life surrounding Tiamat was far more than just these few layers!

He still couldn't see the end of it, nor could he see Tiamat's body.

But Lan Ze couldn't afford to care about that anymore. He hadn't even considered what would happen if he failed. This wasn't just a game; he had known that since he entered Tiamat's dream.

But he couldn't be bothered to think about it, or rather, he dared not think about it. Some things, once missed, would lead to lifelong regret. He would rather make a mistake than do nothing at all.

He swung Excalibur once more. The magic within his body was rapidly being drawn out by this Sacred Sword, and at the same time, the Holy Grail in his backpack was continuously supplying him with magic.

He swung the Sacred Sword again. A golden light condensed within the Sacred Sword, and with a boom, it blasted open the Tide of Chaos that rippled with black energy.

But even so, it was still far from enough.

"--Aaaaa--"

As Tiamat's song rang out once more, the Sea of Life surged with her song, forming a Tide of Chaos that covered the sky. Rather than an attack on Humanity's Order, it was more like a shield, layer upon layer of protection enveloping Tiamat's surface.

This woman actually didn't want to harm humans even now. The Lahmu weren't created by her; they were monsters that were automatically mass-produced after her awakening.

She instinctively enveloped herself in the Sea of Life, trying to suppress her own power.

But this foolish woman didn't seem to realize that she was a Beast now, not the Creation Mother Goddess. The Sea of Life's authority was no longer a source of magic for nurturing her children, but poison. For any Heroic Spirit or human, the current Sea of Life was a deadly poison!

Lan Ze looked up at the slowly repairing Sea of Life before him and swung Excalibur again. However, the Holy Grail's magic supply could no longer keep up with his frantic extraction.

"System, do something, System! Are you useless?!" Lan Ze roared in his heart.

He had to retreat because, although the Tide of Chaos couldn't assimilate him, he couldn't casually withstand its physical impact.

However--

The System was principled. It couldn't just help out casually. It didn't respond to Lan Ze.

Watching the Tide of Chaos slowly heal, Lan Ze instinctively tightened his grip on the Sacred Sword.

"Look at that mournful face of yours. I thought you were quite cool when you charged into the Sea of Life earlier."

But at this moment, a clear and arrogant voice suddenly came from beside him. The voice was like sunlight breaking through the gloom.

As Lan Ze slowly turned his head, Ishtar, riding Ma'anna and flying beside him, curved her lips sexily.

"Just watch, and see how magnificent the Heavenly Goddess's Noble Phantasm is!"

In the wind, her hair flew wildly. She raised her proud head, and Ma'anna shone with brilliant red light:

"Shatter, 'Ma'anna's Noble Phantasm'!"

At this moment, the magic of the Noble Phantasm rapidly condensed within the Heavenly Goddess's Ma'anna. Using her administrator privileges, she collected the concept of the evening star into Ma'anna's chamber, and then--

When the magic condensed to its limit, the light cannon formed by Ma'anna suddenly erupted!

Lan Ze stared blankly at the goddess in mid-air.

It seemed that only at this moment did he truly feel that she was indeed a goddess.

She was truly like a deity, appearing before people in their most desperate moments, high above, yet filled with dazzling light, inspiring awe.

"Wh-what?! Why are you looking at me with that expression like 'Ah, this person is actually going to help me, how unexpected'?" Ishtar noticed Lan Ze's gaze, and her cheeks suddenly flushed. "Let me tell you, I'm not helping you. I'm only doing this for Mother..."

"Ah--?!"

Ishtar suddenly shrieked. The Tide of Chaos that had been broken in the sky was now falling towards her. Ishtar shrieked and fled on Ma'anna.

Alright, this goddess doesn't always seem reliable... messing up is her passive ability.

However, this time, she didn't mess up.

As Lan Ze was still stunned, Ishtar suddenly turned her head and shouted:

"You want to bring Mother out, right? If that's the case, what are you waiting for?!"

"Hurry up and charge in to bring Mother out, then beat the crap out of that sneak attacker!"

Lan Ze's body jolted, and he abruptly turned around, stepping deeper into the Sea of Life. At the same time, he heard the roar of a god once more.

The Feathered Serpent God, who was a Sovereign, unleashed a power far beyond Lan Ze's imagination. The massive flames, accompanying her kick towards the Tide of Chaos, seemed as if they would burn the entire dark sky into twilight.

The barrier formed by the Tide of Chaos was broken layer by layer, and black waves like a tsunami surged high. The Feathered Serpent God glanced at Lan Ze, a brilliant smile on her face, "Big sister can only help you this much."

As she spoke, a lightning-fast... leopard suddenly leaped out beside her.

The leopard nimbly scooped up the Feathered Serpent God and sprinted a hundred meters, then leaped out of the Tide of Chaos.

One Heroic Spirit after another adventured into the Sea of Life. After draining their mana to the point of exhaustion, they quietly departed.

Lan Ze watched the Tide of Chaos being continuously blasted open, and it was only at this moment that he finally felt a tangible sense.

He wasn't alone.

The only idiot was the System... No, the System only issued tasks based on the situation.

This meant everything could be rewritten... As long as he could see Tiamat, as long as Tiamat could recover even a sliver... even a tiny bit of sanity, there might be hope.

His mana had been fully restored by the Holy Grail's supply. Lan Ze once again took out Excalibur, raised his head, and gazed at the target that seemed to be within reach.

As mana condensed, he slowly raised the Sacred Sword, his soft black hair at his forehead gradually lifting.

"It's time to truly awaken from your slumber, Mother!"

Lan Ze swung the Sacred Sword fiercely.

The golden light illuminated the dark environment. He stepped forward again, and Noble Phantasms from the Gate of Babylon shot out one after another.

His Illusion Manifestation was reactivated at this moment, creating and throwing out illusions on the spot, as if they were free trash.

"Just a little more..."

Lan Ze's gaze was fixed on the barely visible giant body. It was Tiamat, who was slumbering in the Sea of Life, doing her best to suppress the time of her rampage.

But... his mana was depleted once more.

Lan Ze's mana was considerable, but releasing Noble Phantasms like this, even with the Holy Grail's support, was unsustainable. Even though she was within reach, even though it was only a little bit more.

But his mana was completely exhausted.

At this moment, the Tide of Chaos generated a repulsive force. They seemed to possess consciousness. They had been trying to devour Lan Ze just a short while ago, and now they intended to push him out of the core of the Sea of Life.

Under the effect of the repulsive force, Lan Ze's body retreated uncontrollably. His eyes slowly widened, but he could only watch helplessly as the target that was within reach gradually moved further away from him.

"Just a little more..."

The boundless darkness slowly engulfed Lan Ze, as if swallowing his consciousness and even his vision.

Since birth, Lan Ze had never felt such regret. He was just an ordinary person. An ordinary person might never make an important decision in their lifetime, but he had.

But he had failed.

Just a little bit more, and he could have broken through the barrier of the Sea of Life... but that tiny distance now seemed incredibly far to Lan Ze.

He remembered participating in a school marathon race when he was younger. A three-kilometer marathon. It was easy at the start, but it became more strenuous as it progressed, his stamina dwindling. In the end, even though he was close to the finish line, that small distance felt impossibly far for his exhausted body.

He was in the same situation again now... but this time was different. If he failed this time... he couldn't bear the consequences.

This wasn't just his problem... How much courage had Gilgamesh mustered to support him with all his might?

And those Heroic Spirits... they might still have to fight the Lahmu after leaving the Sea of Life, and perhaps they already had...

In the pitch-black environment where he couldn't see his hand, Lan Ze felt drowsiness creeping in. This was a sign of mana depletion. The Holy Grail's supply required him to actively absorb it, but as the repulsive force of the Sea of Life pushed him out, it seemed to have pushed his forward momentum out of his body as well.

"If you give up so easily, how will you save anyone?"

But at this moment, Lan Ze suddenly heard a high-pitched and inspiring voice in his ear, and then--

A beam of light with a terrifying sound descended from the sky in the distance. Lan Ze felt a faint flicker of dazzling light on his eyelids. His groggy brain gradually cleared a little, and he slowly opened his eyes to see.

It was Gilgamesh!

Gilgamesh, covered in blood, stood beneath the sky. EA slowly rotated in his hand.

Warm crimson blood flowed from his chest.

A large hole had been torn open in his chest, and blood gushed out.

When Lan Ze had charged into the Sea of Life, Gilgamesh had commanded Uruk's soldiers, stopped the Lahmu, resisted the King of Magecraft who was trying to cause trouble in mid-air, and even protected his people.

At this moment, the King of Heroes was practically indistinguishable from death.

It was unimaginable that he could still stand in such a state, and his upright posture made one doubt, "Is this King truly heavily injured?"

"Your injuries..." Lan Ze stammered.

"A mere fatal wound, nothing to speak of!"

Gilgamesh's voice was high-pitched, as if commanding the heavens and earth. He raised EA again.

"What are you still standing around for?"

As Gilgamesh raised EA and blasted towards the Tide of Chaos once more, the King of Heroes' chest was almost drained of blood. He panted, but a wild laugh escaped his lips.

His crimson eyes, like a snake's, fixed on Lan Ze, and he finally commanded in a high-pitched voice:

"Bring out 'Mother,' this is my final command to you!"

The moment the words fell, Lan Ze's consciousness completely cleared. The last remnants of the Sea of Life's barrier were shattered, and the Holy Grail began to operate once more.

He gazed at the core of the Sea of Life, which felt as if it were within arm's reach, quietly clenched his fist, and stepped into the center of the Sea of Life.

Lan Ze didn't look back even once.

As if Gilgamesh were still standing proudly in mid-air, as if the King of Heroes had not yet fallen.

The Sea of Life appeared a deep, profound black. As Gilgamesh blasted open the final barrier of the Tide of Chaos, Lan Ze finally stepped into the core of the Sea of Life.

He looked up into the air and saw the massive body. Its originally beautiful, delicate skin was now covered in hideous, terrifying scales.

He walked forward. The sky was completely covered by the Sea of Life's black mud, and sparks drifted in the air around him. Lan Ze took a step forward and suddenly felt as if he had stepped on something viscous.

He looked down. A dark swamp churned on the ground. The swamp didn't swallow him, but it made it difficult to approach Tiamat easily.

"For f*ck's sake, is this ever gonna end?!"