The butterfly effect

Bai Mo casually tossed the gold coin to Sella, saying, "Take it. I don't think this thing is some kind of lucky coin, but since it's come to you, whether you keep it or sell or throw it away after you get out is up to you."

Sella took the gold coin. The patterns and engravings on it were very familiar, almost identical to the gold coin Bai Mo had exchanged for cash.

"Bai Mo, what exactly is this...?"

Sella asked, Bai Mo shook his head, saying, "Don't think too much about it. Knowing won't help. Just consider it good luck that you found the money. As for good luck, don't believe in that nonsense about fate."

After speaking, Bai Mo turned his attention to the wall in front of him, where a True Magic circle was engraved, exuding an ancient aura.

"Mr. Ruruga is truly tragic. His only hope of repaying his debts has turned out to be nothing but a mirage. Now it seems that death is a kind of relief."

Koyanskaya spoke, she walked over to Bai Mo's side.

"Mr. Bai Mo, you've noticed too, haven't you? This seal is incredibly ancient and difficult; even Ruruga himself probably couldn't have accomplished it while alive. Given this, if you wish to continue exploring, I recommend the NFF package..."

But before she could finish speaking, Bai Mo's hand was already on it, startling even Koyanskaya.

"Wait, stop! The consequences of directly touching this True Magic seal would be unimaginable."

As the magic surged, Koyanskaya's gaze froze in astonishment. The magic circle gradually disappeared, just as the master of the house took out a key to open the door, and the secret room had been opened.

Even after countless years, this seal shouldn't have been broken so easily. Could this Bai Mo be some extraordinary Magecraft? But why was there no information about him before?

Wait, Bai Mo... Bai Ermo...

A possibility arose in Koyanskaya's mind, but the possibility was too terrifying to contemplate further. She comforted herself, thinking, how could such a thing happen?

"Thousands of years have passed, and new talents have emerged in every generation."

Just as Koyanskaya pondering, Bai Mo's sigh drew her attention back. Looking inside the room, it couldn't be said to be intact; at the very least, it was a mess.

In the center was a small pool with clear water on top, but beneath the surface was a liquid that looked like blood. The room was surrounded by densely packed runes, and a skeleton lay not far away.

"Could it be that Circe and Medea successfully resurrected Bai Ermo, but due to time constraints, he was unable to leave this place, and this secret chamber ultimately became his tomb?"

As Sella watched this scene unfold, a story quickly came to mind.

"If that's the case, then the Great Witch Circe and Medea are utterly ridiculous, Miss Sella. I don't think they would make such a basic mistake."

Koyanskaya countered, "Bai Mo went to examine the skeleton. The defensive barrier was very strong, meaning this person didn't get here physically and died here. Was it an accidental death?"

On the back of his spine is a line of small characters: Michael Roa Valdamjong.

Michael Roa Fadanyan, Bai Mo noted down this name.

Finally, after Koyanskaya photographed all the rune records in the room, the group left. As for the so-called resurrection Magecraft, it was obvious that someone had interfered with it. If it were to be implemented, failure would be a minor matter; the real problem would be creating something strange.

*

Fuyuki Airport

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Bai Mo. NFF Company will share the profits with you. If you have any further service needs, please feel free to call my personal number anytime, anywhere. ❤"

On the plane, Koyanskaya blew Bai Mo a kiss before leaving.

Sella had her hand in her pocket, clutching the gold coin. Leyritt whispered in her ear, "Sella, you've got to work harder."

A faint blush rose to Sella's fair face, and she said somewhat embarrassedly, "Leyritt, what are you saying?"

Meanwhile, Illya pulled Bai Mo aside, saying, "That's definitely a bad woman! Bai Mo, don't be fooled by her! Business card, where's the business card? Get rid of it quickly!"

Bai Mo flicked her forehead and said, "Little girl, don't think so much."

Illya covered her head, looking at Bai Mo with a wronged expression.

Don't look at me like that, I don't have her business card.

"Really?" Illya's sorrow immediately turned to joy, and she let Bai Mo put her on his shoulders.

"Yeah, anyway, you can remember that thing after just one glance, so there's no need to keep it."

"Bai Mo!!!"

Illya grabbed at Bai Mo's hair, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull a single strand out.

In the end, she could only express her dissatisfaction by ignoring me. Bai Mo found Illya's behavior somewhat amusing, so he let her be. Illya sat on Bai Mo's shoulders as the group headed to the booked hotel.

Standing outside the hotel, Bai Mo sensed a magical fluctuation. It seemed that this was the workshop of some Magecraft. Sure enough, once inside, the top five floors had been generously booked by someone.

"Let's stay here. "Bai Mo didn't care what the Magecraft here might do. As long as Illya stayed in the room, nothing would happen. He could also use the barrier here for some peace and quiet.

That evening, Leyritt and Illya went out for dinner, while Bai Mo and Sella stayed at the hotel, gazing at the night view of Fuyuki. Meanwhile, the seven Magecraft were preparing for their battle. How long could this tranquility last?

"Sella, as we agreed before, we'll go our separate ways once we get to Fuyuki. Now it's up to you whether you stay or leave. If you want to leave, you can take the money you want."

Bai Mo's abrupt words startled Sella, who quickly regained her composure. She replied, "I'd like to contact Madam first, so I might have to bother you for a while."

Bai Mo nodded, Sella continued, "Bai Mo, I still want to ask you a question: why did you help us?"

"That's a strange question. Should I just watch you die there if I don't help you? Helping others doesn't need a reason. Don't say such stupid things in front of me."

The words were familiar, though somewhat cold, but Sella felt a warmth in her heart. She said, "I understand. I'll go get you some dinner."

I don't need to eat.

"No, how can a person not eat? Even if you have powers I don't know about, a normal diet is still necessary. As your maid, I can't just watch you neglect your health."

"You're not my maid..."

"I'm not shameless enough to accept all your help without giving anything in return. At least for the time we spend together, I'll take responsibility for taking care of you, so don't refuse me."

After saying that, Sella left. For some reason, she seemed to be in a good mood, and her steps were accompanied by a soft humming rhythm.

What kind of mess is this? Never mind.

At this moment, Bai Mo shifted his gaze to the distance, where a fighting spirit emanated.

It started so quickly! I thought it would be a bunch of shady Magecraft fighting each other, but I didn't expect to see such honorable warriors. It makes me itchy to join in.

Bai Mo got up and jumped out of the window, flying towards the direction where the fighting spirit was emanating.

When Sella returned, the room was empty.

Fuyuki, a certain port of discharge.

Artoria and Irisviel were moving in the direction where the battle intent was released. Although it was unclear why the two of them, who were clearly here to participate in an extremely dangerous battle royale tournament, had been wandering around Fuyuki all day like tourists.

Meanwhile, inside the port, Diarmuid is struggling to face an opponent.

The thrusting spear was once again easily dodged by the enemy. Diarmuid swept back, regrouped, and after a deep breath, slowly Diarmuid: "To achieve this level with just your fists, Saber, you must be a renowned hero in history. It's a pity we can't exchange names."

"I am not Saber."

As Bai Mo finished speaking, he floated closer like a feather. At this moment, he did not use any Magnetic Field Power, and even suppressed part of his physical strength, facing his opponent purely with martial arts.

Within Oga's space, Bai Mo's Magnetic Field Power did not increase, but his inner understanding reached a new level. After confronting Diarmuid, Bai Mo quickly discovered something special.

Normally, a martial artist's attack is meaningless against a magnetic field expert whose punch can cause a devastating explosion with a diameter of tens of kilometers. No matter how powerful or talented a martial artist is, they are basically just a roadside dummy when facing Magnetic Field Power user.

However, this does not mean that martial arts are meaningless to those who possess Magnetic Field Power. Many moves are derived from human martial arts, and mastering them can even unleash greater destructive power.

If one only uses brute force to bombard others, the energy lost will be greater than the energy exerted. Just like Gang E, if one does not understand how to use wisdom to propel force, the power of 150,000 horsepower in its body is no different from that of an ordinary person with 70,000 horsepower.

The attainment of the Complete Realm cannot be achieved by simply working in isolation. External training and internal refinement are both indispensable. Bai Mo had previously honed his mind and his Complete Realm in Oga's space. It is precisely because of this that even now, with only the power of an ordinary person, he is strong enough to fight against the body of Heroic Spirit.

No, it should be said that it was more than enough, because even if he withdrew all his power, he still had some self-defense power. This power could only be slowly withdrawn, and before this power was withdrawn, the two guns could not hurt him at all. The reason why Diarmuid was still swinging was only because the two guns had not even touched the hem of his clothes.

What Bai Mo is doing now is understanding and absorbing the martial arts of the person in front of him. With his superb memory and comprehension, Bai Mo absorbs and understands every move of his opponent. Although it is not suitable for him, it is, after all, the understanding and accumulation of a lifetime of a martial artist who has made a name for himself in history. These will come in handy after the battle.

Thinking that he could slow down by another 30%, Bai Mo stepped on the red spear thrust at him by his opponent, then used both hands to deflect the yellow spear. Now, he only needed to take one more step forward to crush his opponent's head with one Bai Mo.

But there was no need for that; he hadn't fully displayed his martial arts skills yet. Bai Mo was prepared to abandon this attack, while on the other side, the booming thunder in the sky attracted others to come.

The battle attracted many people: Iskandar watching from afar, Hassan and Kiritsugu Emiya hiding in the shadows, Caster and Tokiomi Tohsaka monitoring the situation, as well as Irisviel and Artoria.

Of course, Kayneth was the one who was most emotionally affected.

"Enough, Lancer, retreat now."

Kayneth had issued this order countless times, but Diarmuid's response remained unchanged.

"My lord, rest assured, even if it costs me my life, I will defeat the enemy before me."

At this moment, Kayneth really wanted to grab his ear and yell, "You're just a pistolman, and you've been trampled underfoot even with dual pistols! Where did you get your courage and confidence?"

Did Diarmuid not know that Bai Mo had been holding back? He knew it. Even without using his sword, Saber had several opportunities to kill him. He was well aware of this, but he did not back down, nor would he choose to retreat.

The person before me is someone who has responded to my fighting spirit. Since that's the case, how can I be a coward who runs away with my tail between my legs? So what if I can't win? So what if the gap between us is as wide as an insurmountable chasm? The scars on my back are the shame of a knight.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Saber, but in the end, I will fight you to the death as a warrior. This is my promise to you for accepting my invitation. Come!"

With this determination, Diarmuid was like Don Quixote charging into the windmills. And Bai Mo was happy to see this happen, until that last encounter when someone descended from the sky in an oxcart.

Of course, the real Saber, Artoria, also experienced considerable inner turmoil.

That guy, is he Saber?

Everyone present, except for those on Kiritsugu Emiya, thought the same thing: what else could this be but Saber? And not just Servant, but a powerful Servant, a formidable enemy.

As for what Bai Mo said, who are you trying to fool? If you're not Servant, are you even human?

But in Artoria's heart, she really wanted to ask: He's Saber, so what am I?

"Um, Saber, no, your class is Saber, right?"

Irisviel turned her head and asked, while Artoria was utterly devastated.

"Of course! Although I don't know who that guy is, on this battlefield where even real names can't be revealed, it would be too disgraceful to even falsify his class. I'm going in, Irisviel."

At that moment, Kiritsugu Emiya's voice came through the communication.

"Kiritsugu, what's wrong?"

Generally speaking, the true Master is hiding behind the scenes should not appear, so Kiritsugu Emiya's sudden initiative to contact Irisviel was quite a surprise.

"Tell Saber to calm down and continue to hide."

Upon hearing this, Artoria withdrew her foot from the step she was about to take, but she needed Kiritsugu's explanation, Kiritsugu was well aware of as well.

"Now, whoever that guy is, he's been exposed to everyone. There's a Saber far more powerful than Lancer. That's the information all Master have. So, that guy should be the first target to be eliminated."

"Do you intend to join the fight against him? It is not the act of a knight to gang up on the weak."

"No, how could I possibly join such a boring operation?"

Although the words were unpleasant, Artoria breathed a sigh of relief. If Kiritsugu were to say the next thing, Artoria would have to inhale the breath she had just released.

Kiritsugu's target is the Master who are exposed during the extermination, such as Lancer's Master now, who is already a fish in his net.