Max-Level Gilgamesh Panel (100%)

Before Kanzaki Kaori's eyes appeared the figures of everyone from the Amakusa-Style Crossist Church, her companions from Necessarius, and Index's innocent smile.

Her short life replayed before her like a movie.

Memory after memory—happy ones, sad ones, bittersweet ones, painful ones.

The final scene froze on the "sun" Rod had hurled at her like a god looking down from on high.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I lost." Kanzaki Kaori let out a soft breath, then slowly spoke with a relieved expression.

"That man was far too powerful. I could tell that he had never used his full strength from beginning to end."

"But I have no regrets. That sword strike was my swan song."

As her words fell, a powerful yet gentle light appeared. Within that radiance, a door slowly opened before Kanzaki Kaori, as though welcoming her arrival.

"Goodbye, everyone. I'm glad I got to know you!" Kanzaki Kaori smiled from the bottom of her heart and stepped toward the door.

"Hey, where do you think you're running off to?" A familiar deep voice came from behind her, stopping Kanzaki Kaori just as she was about to step through the door. She turned back in astonishment and saw Rod standing within this space.

Rod was utterly speechless. He had clearly used Reverse Cursed Technique to repair Kanzaki Kaori's fatal wounds and had simply been waiting for her to wake up. Yet after a long while, she still showed no sign of awakening, so he used Idle Transfiguration to enter her mental space.

From the start, he had seen her talking to a group of people over there. Rod simply chose not to interrupt. After listening to her monologue for quite some time, a door opened before her. Seeing her looking as though she had accepted everything and was about to go reincarnate, Rod finally called out to stop her.

"Why are you here, sir? Could it be that you are the final image flashing before my eyes!?" Kanzaki Kaori asked in utter shock.

"It's not a deathbed hallucination. And why would I be the final image flashing before your eyes?" Rod grumbled speechlessly before continuing his explanation.

"I've already repaired your body. By all rights, you should be able to wake up now. Don't wander around randomly, or you might really die."

"Wh... what do you mean?" Kanzaki Kaori's beautiful eyes widened as she stared at Rod in disbelief.

"What do you mean, what do I mean? It means you've been brought back to life. Hurry up and go back!" Rod waved a hand, looking as though he had been completely defeated by her.

"Huh?" Kanzaki Kaori wore a cat-confusion.jpg expression, still looking as though she could not understand.

"..." Rod fell silent. This woman was such an airhead that it was unbelievable.

After thinking for a moment, Kanzaki Kaori finally managed to process it. Her gaze toward Rod became complicated, and she did not know what expression she should wear when facing the man before her.

"I'm sorry. I failed to make you use your full strength." Kanzaki Kaori's expression darkened, and disappointment showed on her face.

"Heh. From the very first clash, your blade carried hesitation. Until that final strike—the strike in which you cast aside every ideal and stance—that strike even impressed me." Rod crossed his arms and gave his evaluation with a light laugh.

"Hesitation..." Kanzaki Kaori forced a smile, but a trace of bitterness seeped through it.

"If you want to become stronger, it's simple. Cast aside all ideals and stances, completely abandon every bond around you, and rely solely on the blade in your hand to cut down every obstacle." Rod's words entered Kanzaki Kaori's ears, making her waver.

"But that is only one path. Instead, why not place more trust in your bonds?"

"Did you leave the Amakusa-Style Crossist Church because you feared that your companions in the Amakusa-Style would be hurt while beside you?

No. These tragedies did not happen because they were too weak. The true culprit behind every tragedy was you—the one who regarded your companions as 'weaklings' and did not believe in their strength."

Rod's words pierced Kanzaki Kaori's heart like arrows. The arrogance she had never revealed, hidden deep within her heart, had been seen through by the man before her.

"Somewhere in your heart, you looked down on them. Unable to entrust yourself to them, you cast aside the power within reach and kept fighting alone until now with your half-baked swordsmanship.

That arrogance, along with the sense of superiority of 'I will protect all of you,' was the main cause of those tragedies."

Silence. There was no refuting it. Rod had seen straight through every corner of her heart.

"None of that matters now. Keep becoming stronger, Kanzaki Kaori. Cast aside the hesitation in your heart. Since you do not wish to sever your bonds, then accept them. Accept their strength, become stronger, and then come fight me again."

Rod's words lingered by Kanzaki Kaori's ear. For some reason, she felt the urge to cry. She barely managed to hold it back, her reddened eyes looking toward Rod as she prepared to nod in response.

But then she saw Rod's shirt quietly vanish, revealing a scar that ran from his left shoulder to his right abdomen across his strong, perfect body.

Before Kanzaki Kaori's trembling gaze, Rod pressed his thumb against the scar and grinned.

"Be proud. You are strong."

His deep, magnetic voice entered Kanzaki Kaori's ears and pierced the girl's heart. Tears silently slid from the corners of her eyes, falling without end.

"I understand, sir. I will become stronger. I look forward to our next battle." Kanzaki Kaori bowed deeply, revealing both her admiration for Rod and... the fondness in her heart.

Back in reality,

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, for defeating 'Kanzaki Kaori (God Splitter)' and obtaining the max-level Gilgamesh template (Fate series)."

"Max-level Gilgamesh (Fate series). Does the Host wish to fuse with it? Yes Or No."

"If you were a woman, System, I'm serious—I'd hug you and start nibbling on you." Rod joked. As a transmigrator, having a system that kept handing him such cheats really was a blessing earned in a past life.

"Yes!"

"Ding! Beginning fusion..."

Infinite Transcendence System

Host: Rod

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Race: Human

Physique: 2875 [The average adult human male is 1]

Strength: 2870

Agility: 2846

Spirit: 3240

Talents:

Infinite Transcendence (No so-called bottlenecks remain. Infinite transcendence, constantly surpassing one's own limits. Theoretically, there is no upper limit.)

Max-Level Sukuna Template (100%), Max-Level Gilgamesh Template (100%)

Abilities:

Cursed Technique: Dismantle, Cursed Technique: Cleave, Reverse Cursed Technique, Domain Expansion: Malevolent Shrine, Flame Technique: Open, Blood Manipulation, Ten Shadows Technique, World-Cutting Slash, Ryomen Sukuna's True Form, Cursed Technique: Idle Transfiguration

Leadership: A+, Collector: EX, Golden Rule: A, Beautiful Youth Beloved by Women: C, Wand Master: EX, Clairvoyance: EX

Weapons:

Cursed Tool: Kamutoke, Cursed Tool: Hiten, Gate of Babylon, Ea / Enuma Elish, Enkidu, Sha Nagba Imuru, Melammu Dingir, Enki

Items:

Elixir of Rejuvenation, Tablet of Destiny, Uruk Great Cup... (There are many items in Gate of Babylon, so they will not be listed one by one. If there are any interesting items, dear readers, please remind me. Perhaps the author can come up with an interesting plot.)

The fusion of the templates once again raised Rod's attributes by a notch. More importantly, Rod reached out, and golden light emerged from the void—mysterious and brilliant. A sword... or rather, though it was called a sword, it possessed no blade in the conventional sense. Its tip was not sharp, and its cylindrical body was divided into three sections, each rotating in the opposite direction around the hilt as its axis.

Ea, the Sword of Rupture!?