Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 112

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 112

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 112 I want to take on ten!

“Hey! Tohsaka Tokiomi, are you really going to fight in front of everyone?”

Noah’s voice echoed in the sky, causing Tohsaka Tokiomi to feel a bit conflicted.

To repeat, Tohsaka Tokiomi is a very standard Magus, akin to an apple among Magi.

He has always strictly adhered to the principle of never exposing the mysteries to the public.

If necessary, Tohsaka Tokiomi wouldn’t mind taking action against an Ordinary Person.

It would be best if he could directly erase their memories.

If that’s not possible, then he would have to resort to more drastic measures.

This proactive behavior of provoking a fight in front of the public actually made Tohsaka Tokiomi feel a bit guilty.

If it weren’t for the mysterious person sending him a proposal to ambush the Berserker with a Servant, he wouldn’t have gone through with it.

However, thinking of Tohsaka Aoi, who has yet to make contact, recalling the humiliation from last night, and considering Kirei, he silently buried his principles deep within.

Such a powerful and eccentric opponent must be eliminated first!

Many times, silence is no different from a response.

Sighing, Noah looked at Artoria and Scáthach in front of him, feeling a bit conflicted.

Noah is not afraid of battle, but he does want to protect the residence he has lived in for a year.

It seems that he can only use that one move.

“Hey! There should still be a lot of people watching, right? If that’s the case, then let’s not hide like mice; let’s all go at it!”

Sensing Noah’s change in battle mentality, Artoria and Scáthach exchanged glances and did not continue their assault.

In a high building in a remote corner, Emiya Kiritsugu, who had just arrived at the battlefield, frowned before he could even catch his breath.

“Acher? Are you going to join in?”

A few seconds later, Gilgamesh’s proud reprimand reached Emiya Kiritsugu’s ears.

“Hmph! Although this king will eventually take his life, that doesn’t mean any Bastard has the right to team up with this king!”

Despite having suffered once, Gilgamesh still viewed this Holy Grail War as merely a dull game to pass the time.

He is the Hero among Heroes, the king among kings; no matter how the situation changes, his proud and dismissive attitude will never waver.

To use all his Strength for these clowns, or even to team up with others, would be the height of irony in his eyes.

However, since this kid is being so provocative, I, the King, cannot continue to sit back and watch him humiliate me!

Gilgamesh’s attitude was within Emiya Kiritsugu’s expectations, but he still couldn’t help feeling frustrated.

Logically speaking, Kenneth, who was hit by the Origin Bullet, and Tohsaka Tokiomi, whose shoulder was sliced open, should have no reason to be alive.

But since he didn’t personally finish them off, Emiya Kiritsugu couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease in his heart.

So, after returning to the Einzbern Castle the previous night, he was restless and had trouble falling asleep, waiting anxiously.

As expected, Saber and Lancer were safe and sound, but instead, he received news of Assassin’s withdrawal, which meant that Kenneth and Tohsaka Tokiomi were still alive!

Although he had eliminated one Servant, Emiya Kiritsugu didn’t feel much relief.

Because Assassin’s Servant was Kotomine Kirei, his threat level had little to do with his Servant.

In other words, Emiya Kiritsugu had risked his life twice the previous day, but gained nothing!

As the saying goes, a fish that slips through your fingers will seem bigger and bigger in your memory.

Not to mention that this time, it was 2 big fish!

If he had succeeded the previous night, Emiya Kiritsugu’s opponents would have been reduced to just Kotomine Kirei and the last, mysterious Master who had yet to appear, as well as a Clock Tower student who was a novice in Magecraft.

Hmm, Emiya Kiritsugu didn’t even know how he could lose!

But thinking about it now was pointless, as it had all come to nothing.

To re-experience that thrill, Emiya Kiritsugu thought for a long time, and probably his only hope was for Berserker and Gilgamesh, those 2 calamities, to mutually destroy each other.

If that didn’t work, he thought it would be best to take care of Berserker first.

After all, with the Command Spell in hand, killing Gilgamesh, who had a low Mana Attribute, would be a simple matter, but Emiya Kiritsugu was at a loss when it came to dealing with Berserker, who was the strongest and whose Master’s identity was still unknown.

Should he use the Command Spell to order Gilgamesh to engage in a fierce battle with Berserker?

Emiya Kiritsugu, who had tasted the fruits of adventure but ultimately failed, couldn’t help but weigh the pros and cons of offending Gilgamesh against the potential benefit of eliminating 2 major threats at once.

In the end, he still chose to suppress his impulse and decided to assess the situation first.

To be honest, Emiya Kiritsugu didn’t think that just because the Lancer and Saber had both shown their Noble Phantasms and suffered mutual damage yesterday, they could kill Berserker together.

Under the twilight sky, a sudden thunderclap echoed.

Stepping on countless strands of purple lightning that spread in all directions, the robust divine bull advanced with iron hooves, parting the intensely condensed wind pressure with each step, causing Rider’s crimson cloak to flutter wildly.

Accompanying this was Iskandar (Rider)’s boisterous laughter, oh, and that kid’s wild retching and complaints.

“Hey! Kid! You’ve got some guts! Need a hand?”

Shaking his head at the burly man, Noah raised his sword in a distant standoff, his eyes cold.

“Thanks for the offer, but what I need right now is for you all to come at me together! Don’t waste my time!”

The smile on Iskandar (Rider)’s face faded slightly, but before he could speak, a Mana fluctuation flickered in the distance.

Golden light waves flickered on a nearby streetlamp, coalescing into a proud figure clad in golden armor.

“You really don’t know when to quit, do you? Just because I’ve let you get a few cheap shots, you think you’re invincible?”

With an astonishing bloodlust shining in his eyes, Gilgamesh was surrounded by dozens of golden ripples, each containing a high-level Noble Phantasm shimmering with an illusory glow.

Curse’s sword, Spiral Gun, Giant Axe… countless Noble Phantasms shone together, radiating a brilliance more dazzling than the sunset on the distant horizon.

Without waiting for others to react, countless Noble Phantasms shot towards Noah with a thunderous roar that tore through the sky, engulfing him.

The ripples of the explosion released like flowers in the air, the vibrating aftershocks resembling unending thunder.

“Damn it!”

“That guy!”

Although Gilgamesh’s offensive arts target was Noah, he paid no mind to Artoria and Scáthach nearby, even the airborne Iskandar (Rider) was affected by the shockwave.

Swinging his sword to cut through the rain of Noble Phantasms, Noah recited a rhythmic chant.

“……To awaken in the midst of ignorance, sincerity is sin.”

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