I, Ritsuka, the Siscon Grand Hero

Quest Name ②: Object of Fate

Quest Type: Permanent

Quest Requirements: Find powerful treasures in various worlds to gain the power to resurrect the deceased.

Quest Difficulty: Unknown

Quest Rewards: When acquiring power vastly different from one's own traits, it will be repaired according to the situation and personal will, and completely integrated.

[PS: Specific quests must be completed to obtain permission to continue traversing worlds.]

'This is truly something extraordinary.'

After reading the newly appeared content and prompts, Ritsuka marveled inwardly.

What kind of quest would this 'specific quest' be?

Would it appear only after completing the first optional quest?

Her thoughts began to race, and many things suddenly became clear. The Crystal Dice itself was a huge treasure. Perhaps in the future, she might have the chance to travel to other worlds and obtain character templates with the power of resurrection.

Her fingers trembled slightly. At this moment, Loki could clearly sense a change in Ritsuka, as if something had reawakened.

Her spirit, her will.

"Lord Loki."

"I'm here."

Loki felt a flicker of anticipation.

Then, Ritsuka spoke words that Loki would surely regret agreeing to in the future—

"I've suddenly become interested in the power of 'Blessing,' Lord Loki. Want to make a bet with me?"

"Hm... Hm? Bet on what?"

Loki was puzzled, a bad premonition suddenly appearing in her heart.

The next moment, Ritsuka's lips curved upwards, and her dim golden pupils slowly spoke—

"Lord Loki, you're very curious about Riveria's condition a few days ago, right? Then, are you interested in making this bet with me?"

"If you eat my Mapo Tofu ramen, whether you finish it or not, I'll join Loki Familia."

With her arms crossed and her right index finger gently tapping her cheek, Ritsuka grinned, looking exceptionally sunny and cute for a moment.

However, there was an inexplicable sense of dissonance that made Loki hesitate.

But faced with such a promising talent suddenly changing her mind, and her genuine interest in Riveria's situation, she decisively agreed, not wanting to give Ritsuka any chance to back out.

"I swear by Loki's name, I will definitely eat it!"

"Eh! Swear? You don't have to be so serious."

Ritsuka waved her hand awkwardly.

She just wanted to see if Mapo Tofu could take down a god. After all, everyone who had eaten it so far, except for her and Kirei Kotomine, had collapsed.

Perhaps a god could withstand it.

And perhaps they would come to love the pleasure brought by Mapo Tofu due to its unique sensation.

More than ten minutes passed quietly in anticipation.

Beside the shattered wall and the floor-to-ceiling window, Loki's crimson eyes were filled with regret, cold sweat trickling down her forehead uncontrollably.

Holding chopsticks in her right hand, she trembled as she reached for the bowl of Mapo Tofu ramen, which was as fiery red as hell.

If Riveria were here, she would definitely notice that this bowl was much redder than what she had eaten. This was the No. 2 improved version of Mapo Water, based on the original Father Mape's recipe, with double the spiciness.

Unlike Kirei Kotomine's perverted method of suddenly handing it to someone extremely sensitive to spice for the final blow, Ritsuka's approach was to unleash all her killing moves from the start, forcing her opponent to brace themselves and accept the challenge. It could be called a pervert among perverts.

"Please, Lord Loki."

At this moment, Ritsuka's sweet smile appeared like a devil or a yaksha to Loki.

Her arm stiff, she slowly picked up a mouthful of noodles, along with a few pieces of tender tofu, and put them into her mouth, chewing slowly.

Bang, her taste buds exploded.

Loki's eyes widened in fury, staring at the bowl in front of her in disbelief. The divine power surging within her body felt like it was boiling, and her stomach burned fiercely.

Her backside was about to give out.

Then, under Ritsuka's astonished and worried gaze, Loki picked up the bowl of noodles as if it were a joke and quickly finished it, slurping down the noodles and tofu together.

She even gulped down the fiery red soup, which was like lava.

The True Hero is born at this moment!

"Loki..."

Setting the bowl of noodles down heavily, Loki lowered her head in silence, her lips swollen like sausages.

Her eyes vacant, she then sharply raised her head and looked at Ritsuka—

"This is my lifelong rival."

"..."

With a thump, her body fell backward, and Loki tumbled straight off her chair.

She lost consciousness on the spot.

Behind her was an oval pit Ritsuka had punched out, and Loki, unconscious, fell headfirst into it, legs pointing upwards.

She looked like a radish planted in the ground, a truly comical sight.

The flat-chested, ponytail-wearing, squinty-eyed perverted goddess had finally met another lifelong rival besides a certain short, busty loli goddess: Mapo Tofu...

"Loki!?"

PS: Modification successful, this should be fine now (^_^)

(I thought it wouldn't work for the whole chapter modification.)

Section 71 Chapter 64: Lv1 New Adventurer

In the dark, endless abyss, her body fell uncontrollably, an eternal silence that seemed to have no bottom eroding her soul.

Even Loki, who had been quite wild and proud as a god in the upper world, couldn't help but feel fear, because she sensed a future that gods rarely encountered.

Death!

The bottom of the abyss seemed to hold endless ferocious beasts, roaring menacingly towards the sky, awaiting fallen prey from above.

Grinding their teeth and lapping blood, sharpening their bestial nature...

Just as the endless fall seemed like it would never end, Loki quietly awaited death.

Suddenly, Loki hit the bottom. The harsh environment sent a chill through her. It was like a volcano, with crimson things churning incessantly, though she couldn't see what they were. They just enveloped her with a burning sensation.

The sky above lit up, and Loki instinctively looked up.

A giant, inverted volcano descended from the sky, about to collide with the volcano enveloping her below. The immense pressure, like two graves crashing together, made Loki open her eyes.

She saw it clearly.

"Mapo Tofu..."

"Holy crap!!"

In a dim, messy room, Loki, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, jolted awake from her bed.

Ritsuka, sitting nearby with a wet towel in hand, watched Loki tumble out of bed in a daze, tilting her head in a cute, bewildered manner.

Is she having a nightmare?

Seeing Loki still shaken, her eyes wide and darting around, Ritsuka suddenly felt a pang of guilt. She had actually heard Loki mumbling something in her dream.

It sounded like Mapo Tofu.

It was clearly related to her, and Loki's unconsciousness was her fault.

What intrigued her most, however, was when she brought Loki back. While the other Familia members were surprised, the top-tier members like Finn barely reacted, as if thinking, 'Oh, that's it?'

It was as if no one was particularly worried about Loki's safety, a strange kind of trust that Ritsuka couldn't quite understand.

She could only take care of the unconscious Loki as an apology.

"Loki..."

Ritsuka reached out and placed her hand on Loki's shoulder. The sudden voice made her notice the presence behind her.

With a gentle and pleasant tone, Ritsuka's voice sounded like a demon's at that moment. Loki's body trembled violently, and she immediately lunged away from Ritsuka, trying to put as much distance between them as possible.

Her instinctive reaction made Ritsuka both amused and exasperated.

"I'm really sorry. I won't make you Mapo Tofu anymore."

"We have a deal."

Loki leaned forward, instantly reverting to her familiar squinty-eyed expression, looking as if nothing had happened.

This made Ritsuka realize, this woman...

"So you were faking it. You scared me to death."

Ritsuka curled her fingers, stood up, took a few steps forward, and lightly flicked Loki's forehead.

"Heehee, Ritsuka-chan is so cute. Just a little less so than Ais-chan. I'm liking you more and more."

"Cut it out. I'm not interested in an old hag like you."

Her age is an unknown variable.

Loki, being a god, has no idea how old she is, and for an immortal being, the concept of time is rather faint.

What's more, with Loki's perverted, old-man personality, it would be a miracle if anyone liked her. Anyway, Ritsuka only likes gentle, cute girls.

Her eyes suddenly dimmed a little, and Ritsuka scratched her hair in distress.

"Loki, Finn said to wait here for you to wake up so you could engrave a 'Blessing' on me and make me an adventurer."

While Loki was unconscious, no one initially took care of her. Ritsuka was led by Riveria, and together with Finn, they went to see her residence, which was in the living area for first-class female adventurers.

First-class adventurers in Orario are generally Lv 5 or above.

Therefore, Ritsuka's arrival also made everyone in the Familia very curious. After all, the last girl to live in this area without being Lv 5 was Lefiya.

The talent of the elves is evident for all to see.

Ritsuka's abilities and strength were known only to a select few at the forefront of Loki Familia. Loki, on the other hand, could roughly gauge her full strength, as she had indeed taken a blow from one of her hidden trump cards, which served as a measure of her personal power.

Now, everyone in Loki Familia began to look forward to it, wondering if this cute girl named Emiya Ritsuka would soar to the heavens like the 'Sword Princess' Ais.

"Oh, come on, let me, the great Loki, bestow my 'Blessing' upon you."

"Take off your top and show me your back."

Loki opened her squinting eyes and picked up a needle from the table beside her.

Ritsuka subconsciously unbuttoned her top. Realizing what she was doing, her cheeks flushed. She met Loki's gaze, then put her sword-axe aside.

If you dare touch me, I'll take your head off at any time.

Understanding Ritsuka's meaning, cold sweat trickled down Loki's forehead. She began to focus, her eyes looking straight ahead.

Her casual top was unbuttoned and placed in front of her. Her scattered orange-red hair was tied up and brought to her chest, exposing her fair and delicate back to the air.