Primordial God

The entire universe was riddled with holes, split by chasms that swallowed billions of star systems. Yet this beautiful vision of despair had come from the red-haired man holding a sword on an Earth already on the brink of destruction.

The sword light shone clear as the moon reflected in water, as the sun at dawn, illuminating all ten directions.

"Should we touch up his looks?" Stelle studied him for a while. "The Hair Growth Technique alone won't be enough, will it?"

Shirou Emiya had been doing his best to stay on his feet, but he had fallen asleep standing there some time ago. Meanwhile, every member of the Chat Group and every player had arrived at the final battlefield, which had been cleaved in two. Even its underlying concepts lay exposed in the sea of time of the Present World.

Zhang Chulan said, "That should do. The Japanese high school uniform is a little distracting, though. Let's change it. I'll pose him and take a photo."

"A Japanese high school student saving the world is as normal as an American drifter shooting lasers from his eyes, isn't it?" Kaguya Houraisan said. "It fits anime conventions perfectly. No problem."

"This universe is already falling apart." Song Shuhang wore an expression that said, How are you this outrageous?

"Hero of Justice, what exactly did you protect? Little girls?"

The Purple-Gold Divine Dragon took a drag on his cigar. Once the Yesterday Once More Talisman wore off, he had changed back from a handsome rogue into an Eastern divine dragon.

"Hey, goddess of beauty over there! Come put some makeup on my bro. What are you looking at? Yes, you. You badmouthed this dragon lord at that gathering of goddesses from the Eastern and Western Divine Realms in your past life, didn't