I, Ritsuka, Siscon Grand Hero

I, Ritsuka, the Siscon Grand Hero, Author: Yixuan Yetingyu

I'll give my life, burn myself out, tear apart my soul… I, the Grand Hero Emiya (no mistakes), am going to take on six today!

Peach Blossom Calamity Max

Nuclear Bomb Sword Immortal is free with a click, and no one can beat me when I craft divine creations with my own hands.

Mapo Tofu has never lost; whether they're human or ghost, they're all in the proctology department.

The Grand Hero Emiya wants to go home; I want my sister and my wife!

(Clenches fist)

As long as you give Miyu a boost with a summon, I'll answer the call, tear apart Singularities with my bare hands, and kick the Demon God King's ass.

With a not-so-intelligent Golden Finger System, Emiya Ritsuka travels through worlds, embarking on a journey to seek miracles and find their way home.

Chapter 1: The Predestined Beginning

What if the world wasn't singular, but many? What if different worlds had different stories and histories, and everyone's fate was already decided?

The world is fixed, unchangeable. Everyone struggles in their own small world, with no support until death, fighting alone against an unalterable destiny, only to be cruelly crushed in the end.

Perhaps the world is manipulating everything. All within it are pawns, acting according to certain rules in the hands of a transcendent player, crushing other pawns or quietly fading away.

Pawns cannot resist the player. Their way of life is predetermined. Even if they want to resist, they are firmly held in hand. Whether they advance or retreat, a small pawn can do nothing against it.

Resisting fate is just a joke. The girl struggling in the vortex called the world died alone in the storm, leaving her small world all by herself.

This might be what is called irreversible fate, destiny.

A thin man swung his knife, charging at the soldier in military uniform, his face filled with hatred visible in the line of sight. "Go to hell, American dog!!"

Under the oppression of war, people fought back, only to be mercilessly slaughtered on the battlefield. Faced with excellent modern firearms, ordinary people had no ability to resist. The knives in their hands were like toys, posing no threat.

Bang bang bang—!

Rifle shots. The man, unable to get close to the instigators of the war he resented, fell to the ground, a pool of blood beneath him.

His breath grew weak.

"Trace On."

The dagger was covered in azure patterns, like the precise luminous veins of a circuit board, filling this simple weapon. A small girl squatted on high ground.

Her voice, as if narrating, was light and deadly.

She leaped down silently, her knife slicing through the air. Like a phantom, it grazed the soldier's neck, and blood spurted out.

"Ngh..."

A fleeting cold sensation, a momentary sting on his neck, caused the soldier to instinctively raise his hand, trying to cover the wound.

Flipping her wrist, Ritsuka, only ten years old, stabbed the soldier in the thigh.

Her height was much lower than that of a regular soldier, but sometimes, that was an advantage. Reinforcement Magic covered her lower legs, and Ritsuka easily tripped the retreating American soldier.

She pressed forward, and the dagger plunged fiercely into the man's throat from the front.

The soldier beneath her stilled. Ritsuka added another stab to his neck and chest before feeling slightly relieved.

It was only one soldier, and using an armament enhanced with Reinforcement Magic, a successful sneak attack was expected. Although she still felt some resistance to killing, Ritsuka had adapted somewhat after walking this land for nearly a month.

She glanced at the man on the ground, no longer reacting, who had been hit by bullets. Ritsuka turned back to the approaching figure. "Kiritsugu, this person is almost dead."

"...Let's take him back to the church first. See if the old priest can do anything. We don't have the means to heal gunshot wounds."

The man who had been watching the entire time put away his gun and picked up the unconscious local man who had been shot.

With a detached and numb expression, Kiritsugu looked at Ritsuka, whose face was stained with blood, and asked, "Ritsuka, are you alright?"

Kiritsugu Emiya, the man who had saved her from a great fire a few years ago. Ritsuka knew that although he appeared indifferent now, if she had shown any sign of weakness against that strong man just now, Kiritsugu's bullet would have blown the man's head off.

He was a man of ruthless methods, but that coldness was merely a protective layer. Perhaps some painful memories from the past made it difficult for Uncle Kiritsugu to express his emotions now.

Of course, he was only like this outside. When he was alone with Ritsuka, he was a good person.

Ritsuka wiped the blood splattered on her cheek, a gentle smile forming on her lips. "I'm fine, Kiritsugu. You know my strength."

"Indeed, your talent is not low, but it's better to be cautious."

Kiritsugu nodded slightly. He recognized Ritsuka's abilities. He wasn't this strong when he was ten. She possessed the combat power to ambush a regularly trained soldier.

To perfectly utilize Reinforcement Magic at this age, without fully activating her magic circuits, she was a natural magus.

Moreover, she claimed to have something called 'Crystal Dice'...

Crystal Dice was the name Ritsuka gave to her ability. The essence of this thing was a crystal-like twenty-sided die, incredibly exquisite.

This thing appeared around her when she was about five years old, and she couldn't get rid of it.

Currently, it is known that if certain conditions are met, images will appear on the die. These images will be equipment from a certain fictional work, or perhaps even the image of a character. She hasn't figured out many of the die's functions yet.

So far, there was only one figure above, extremely meager.

The figure was a man with white hair and brown eyes, dressed in black and red clothing. His expression was heavy, and he held a pair of dual swords engraved with the Yin Yang Tai Chi symbol in his hands.

It only occupied one-twentieth of the capacity.

The two walked along a small path and quickly found a nearly abandoned church.

The gatekeeper saw Kiritsugu and immediately stepped forward. Several people took the injured man to be treated; only the priest here understood medicine and was skilled at treating gunshot wounds.

"Kiritsugu, what do we do next?"

War. Human history is a history of war. The two, who had originally come to this place in pursuit of a legend, were later forced to become involved in the battlefield. It was also here that Ritsuka first tried killing, and Kiritsugu taught him combat techniques.

The basic magic he had studied for so long finally came in handy.

"We can only leave. We don't have the power to influence the war."

Kiritsugu fumbled in his pocket but couldn't find a lighter or matches. He then remembered he had used them all up and couldn't help but sigh again.

Watching Kiritsugu's actions, Ritsuka's expression turned serious, and she pinched him hard.

"Hiss—!"

The soft flesh on his waist was very vulnerable. Kiritsugu gasped and trembled, and then a lighter was handed to him by Ritsuka.

"Smoking is harmful to your health... This is a one-time thing, don't expect another."

"Okay, okay, next time, I definitely will. Next time I'll quit."

Kiritsugu's attitude was extremely perfunctory.

He must have had other lighters hidden on him. The action of subconsciously reaching for a lighter was because Kiritsugu suddenly remembered that Ritsuka absolutely did not want him to smoke too much.

Even if she didn't give it to him, once he fell asleep, she would still sneakily light one up.

Lighting a cigarette with the lighter, a hint of warmth appeared in his vacant eyes. Kiritsugu Emiya's rough hand rested on Ritsuka's head, gently stroking her scattered orange-red long hair, a fatherly comfort to his daughter.

The way they interacted was actually quite strange. Ritsuka refused to call Kiritsugu Emiya "father," and always addressed him simply as "Kiritsugu."

As for Kiritsugu Emiya, he had only adopted her and did not handle their relationship from a father's perspective.

This somewhat peculiar combination, however, carried a touch of warmth and a bit of happiness, filling Kiritsugu's hollow and sorrowful heart.

Standing amidst the desolate ruins and broken walls, Kiritsugu silently finished a cigarette and put the pack away. "Let's go."

"Go where?"

Ritsuka asked.

They had originally come to pursue the legend of this place, seeking a way to save the world, but were forced into a war and a power struggle between nations. This ruin had only recently been created, bombed by a great power with no moral bottom line.

Poverty and backwardness meant the people here were largely powerless to resist, allowing that great power to harm them and plunder all available resources under the guise of eradicating terrorists.

To save some meant abandoning others. Kiritsugu had taught Ritsuka many things, and also helped the girl, who already had a complete moral compass, establish her own way of thinking.

Kiritsugu's path was not entirely suitable for her. With the experience of two lifetimes, Ritsuka was not optimistic about this world itself.

Sacrificing a small portion for the majority seemed too inappropriate.

She was already slightly accustomed to the feeling of killing. She could wipe the blood splattered on her face without batting an eye. Life was unexpectedly fragile.

She probably couldn't do it – sacrificing the present for the greater good...

PS: 1. New book seeking support, recommendation tickets! This newbie is rolling on the ground for you all! 2. (The first volume mainly supplements the book's setting and is written for readers who haven't read 'Magical Girl ☆ Iri: Oath Under the Snow'. Those who have read the original can skip it as they see fit.)

Section 2 Chapter 2 The Painful Dream of an Endless Cycle

Dreams vary from person to person; one dreams of what one thinks about during the day.

Endless, repeating dreams are mostly painful memories or unforgettable psychological traumas.

Raging flames illuminated the ruined wasteland, and black smoke billowed into the sky above the city called Fuyuki, leaving a shadow in the hearts of those who saw and experienced it – a disaster.

Under the high temperature, some buildings began to collapse. A girl with orange-red long hair was buried beneath them, having not escaped in time.

Scorched wooden blocks fell onto her left forearm, and her thick clothes were instantly destroyed.

Her tender body was torn and bleeding, the pain engulfing her entire being, and the choking smoke surrounding her caused Ritsuka, who was only five or six years old, to lose control of her tear ducts, tears welling up in her eyes.

Covering her nose with her usable right hand, Ritsuka began to figure out a way. Panicking at this moment would only make things worse.

Her head grew increasingly heavy. Feeling like she might die again, Ritsuka felt like crying. She had only lived for five years in this life, and had only regained her memories about half a year ago...

Rumble!

The sound of collapsing appeared in her ears again, bringing Ritsuka a deep sense of despair. The wall in the courtyard that had not yet collapsed suddenly fell backward, completely blocking her view ahead.

Dust and black smoke were squeezed and swirled around her, and Ritsuka's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

"Am I going to die...?"

Her murmured words were drowned out by the fiery wind in the ruins.

A faint light appeared by her cheek – it was a beautiful, exquisite little toy, a crystal-like 20-sided die.

Having no interest in gambling and almost no deep understanding of such things, Ritsuka was utterly confused.

Perhaps it was the instinct for survival. Ritsuka, who was about to lose consciousness, reached out and grabbed the dice. The small dice, which could only fit in the palm of her hand, began to roll.

None of the 20 faces had numbers, making them unqualified as dice.

The next moment, a 2D-style character portrait appeared in her hazy vision, and some information flooded into her mind, explaining the general usage of the item before her.

—A man with white hair and brown eyes, dressed in black and red clothing, his face grave, holding twin swords engraved with the Yin Yang Tai Chi symbol.

[Emiya Shirou (Archer)]

[Synchronization Value (7%)]

Reinforcement Magic. Ritsuka's right hand was covered in blue patterns, like circuits on a motherboard. Her entire hand suddenly felt strange.

Following an instinct, she clenched her right fist and pressed it against the burning wooden blocks that had fallen on her left arm, forcefully pushing them away. Sparks landed on Ritsuka's face.

It seemed... it might work...

Her breathing was heavy, and along with the reinforcement of her palm, a needle-like stinging sensation spread through her body.

As she continuously inhaled smoke, Ritsuka's consciousness grew more blurred, and her eyes instinctively narrowed. She saw a person.