To leave or stay

There was no dungeon on Noah's Ark; only the pirate ships had cells. And the group didn't actually harbor much ill will towards Scheherazade, who had been consistently passive in battle; perhaps Lio Shirazumi had drawn all the hatred away from him.

But not everyone felt this way. Circe's hatred was like a nail driven firmly into Scheherazade, along with several unfriendly gazes.

"Get up first. I don't like people kneeling." Bai Mo's words made Scheherazade barely stand up. Looking at the Heroic Spirit, she sighed inwardly and said, "I don't intend to keep you. Where you go is your freedom. If you want to go back there, I won't stop you."

Completely dominated by fear, with a desire to live surpassing everything else, such a person is unsuitable to be a comrade-in-arms, and would be completely unreliable to keep in the rear. At the same time, Bai Mo had no intention of killing her; apart from getting splattered with blood, it would be utterly meaningless.

"Don't you need me to do anything? Just set me free like this?" Scheherazade still looked pitiful, which made Bai Mo frown even more. He didn't want to waste any more words with Scheherazade.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred. One after another, the familiars around them exploded, triggering a chain of explosions. At the same time, a voice came from the sky.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go!" It was the voice of the Supreme Heavenly King. Bai Mo raised his head, his gaze spanning a vast distance. In the sky, a satellite was watching him.

With a wave of his hand, Bai Mo unleashed a whirlwind that swept up and dissipated the explosion, which even heroic Heroic Spirit had to temporarily avoid. Scheherazade nearby, bit her lip and departed in spirit form.

Inside the Japan, the Supreme Heavenly King breathed a sigh of relief, comforting himself, "It's nothing more than that. Now, once I recover, I should be able to kill this guy."

But the next moment, his hair stood on end, and a chill slowly crept up his spine to his brain, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. On the monitor, Bai Mo's gaze did not even glance at Scheherazade, Supreme Heavenly King could sense that Bai Mo was watching him.

Like a wild beast eyeing its prey, he felt immense pressure in an instant. The wounds left by Bai Ermo on his body seemed to mock him, radiating a dull ache. Gradually, he seemed to see Bai Mo step out of the monitor, raise his hand, and, just as he had killed Lio Shirazumi, sever his own head.

"Wake up!" A voice boomed in his ears, and the Supreme Heavenly King was jolted awake. The cold sweat on his body had completely dried. He had been sitting there for an unknown amount of time before the system's voice brought him back to his senses.

"Father, what kind of monster is he? Why is it that even though I have his martial arts memories and body, I still..." He didn't finish his sentence, perhaps because his pride wouldn't allow him to say the truth.

The system looked at the screen, which now only showed a vast sea. Bai Mo and his group had long since left. It sighed and said, "It's a move similar to the Illusory Demon Art. The injury you suffered came from his shadow, which is why you were trapped in the illusion."

In reality, the difference in their Complete Realm was too great; even a single thought from a satellite could influence his mind. But the system wasn't going to tell him, because once this arrogant guy realized the insurmountable gap between himself and his opponent, he would definitely back down.

It's better to let him continue to swell up unnecessarily. As for now, we need to increase his power first. Bai Mo isn't one of those Heroic Spirit. To be honest, at this moment, Bai Mo gives him a feeling that even he, the one who chose him, can't quite see through.

A surge of electricity coursed through his heart, Supreme Heavenly King immediately felt a wave of weakness wash over him.

"Don't be nervous, this is normal. Your soul is damaged, so I've transferred the Source of Power of the Magnetic Field to your heart. This will greatly reduce the impact on you, and I will allow you to reach the same Complete Realm as him in a short time."

The system spoke with confidence, Supreme Heavenly King abandoned any thought of resistance, focusing on accepting the changes the system offered.

But a sense of doubt and wariness arose in his heart. Why could the Source of Power be transferred? Could it be... that my situation is the same as Bai Mo's before, and the Source of Power is merely pieced together with my soul, rather than fused with it?

Thinking it over, the system continued, "Select a few pretty, capable women. Sigh, I thought I wouldn't have to make a deal with him anymore, but it seems I still have to rely on him... Son, you better behave yourself later. Whether we can defeat Bai Mo depends entirely on him."

As for Bai Mo, he didn't stop Scheherazade at all. After protecting Noah's Ark, he led everyone from the submarine to the ship.

The situation was relatively good for him; the Emiya family was mostly present, and Caren and Touko had also been brought onto the ship. The rest were the Magecraft. After confirming everyone's safety, Bai Mo returned to the Argo.

As soon as they boarded the ship, Jason gave him a tight hug. "Damn it, I thought you were really dead. Damn it, I used all my savings to try and bring you back to life..." He complained, but his tone was one of heavy relief. Bai Mo returned the hug to the first friend he had met in this world.

"That's true. After your death, I received a lot of financial assistance from Jason to research the elixir of resurrection. Unfortunately, I was struck down by Zeus." As he spoke, Asclepius pulled the crowd away.

After the Battle of Mifune, the original Bai Ermo was defeated and disappeared, along with many other Heroic Spirit fought on the front lines. However, Heracles survived thanks to the Twelve Labors.

Polydeuces Bai Mo, somewhat angrily saying, "You're something else! After all this time, you won't even tell us your real name."

The Argo cheered. After Bai Mo perished together with Poseidon, the figure in the thundercloud became a source of regret for many. He did what many wanted to do but could not, and like a flash of lightning across the night, he briefly illuminated the entire world.

Bai Mo also felt a sense of relief. After so long, returning to the Argo gave him a feeling of peace.

Inside the room, Bai Mo looked out the window; the Dahai was no longer as beautiful as it used to be. Inside the room, Asclepius frowned, sighed, and said:

"This is terrible. I can hardly think of any solutions. There was a problem during the body's construction. It's like in the desert, no matter how you try, nothing will grow. Your body can't be repaired... If only the magic circle on Aeaea Island were still there, maybe we could reshape a body."

Bai Mo seemed completely unconcerned, saying, "It's alright, this amount of time is more than enough. If you can accomplish what needs to be accomplished, then you have no regrets in life, right?"

In fact, it wasn't just his body; Bai Mo sensed that his soul had also suffered some damage, and these losses were the most critical. Some of these injuries occurred during the battle with the Giant Shark, but others occurred even earlier.

Resurrection is not without its price; the soul inevitably suffers damage in the process. If it had been fully integrated with the Magnetic Field Power before, it wouldn't be in this state now, but there are no "ifs."

"Sigh, you have a good attitude. I'll prescribe some medicine for you; it should help a little. Those guys are probably having a party tonight; don't miss it this time." Asclepius opened the door, preparing to leave so Bai Mo could rest for a while.

"Welcome back, my friend." With these words, Asclepius departed.