Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 114
by TINY FAN FICTIONMultiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 114
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 114 If I had never seen the light
“Aren’t you the hero? This Noble Phantasm looks more like something the Demon King would use! It’s too cunning!!”
It was as if I had been dragged into the deep sea, with the constantly increasing air pressure making it hard to breathe, and my vision became distorted.
The air pressure changed drastically, my eardrums ringing, and the universe seemed to become eerily silent in that moment.
The extremely dense Mana coalesced into a Lightning Arc, unleashing a thunderous roar that shook the earth!
Wherever it passed, the high-pressure Electric Current pierced through the air, sending out a shocking explosion that shook the atmosphere, and the scattered Shockwave whipped up a boundless tidal wave.
“Get out of the way!!”
Facing the incoming Offensive Arts, which were like a tsunami, Artoria instinctively shouted, but when she turned to look, she was the only one left standing in the original spot.
Lancer had already used his superhigh agility to run to a distant location, his Speed even faster than the Electric Arc’s Offensive Arts’ Shockwave!
Rider was also using his divine bull Battle Chariot, carrying that small guy to a far-off place in the sky.
Even Archer had pulled out a green, oil-splattered plane, spewing out a Large Number of tail flames as it took off.
?
It seemed only I was the fool?!
“Avalon!!”
In her indignation, Artoria directly deployed her strongest trump card.
Accompanied by the light of the distant utopia unfolding, Artoria entered a remote, isolated space-time that was cut off from all things.
Even the thunderous tsunami that shook the heavens was unable to cause her any harm.
This made Artoria let out a sigh of relief, her mind already set on using this strongest defense to hide for a while.
Turtling wasn’t shameful.
On the contrary, turtling was a glorious and righteous path!
It was a necessary means to achieve victory!
Many times, Artoria would wonder if Noah was specifically born to counter her.
Not to mention his Swordsmanship, but the mechanisms of this Barrier seemed to be tailored to take her down.
Lancer could run, Archer and Rider could fly, but she had to take a beating on the ground.
Offensive Arts?
Artoria hadn’t considered that option at all.
After all, Sola-Ui wasn’t Kenneth; just one shot of Excalibur (Sword of Promised Victory) had almost drained Artoria’s Mana, and through their link, she could faintly sense that her Master was in a lot of pain.
If it were outside, Artoria would give it a shot no matter what, after all, fortune favors the bold.
But within the Barrier, where even Excalibur (Sword of Promised Victory) can’t cut him down, it’s wiser for her not to feed him Mana.
Even if she doesn’t actively use Offensive Arts Noah, she has to output an equivalent amount of Mana to defend.
However, this would allow Noah to barely devour Mana, making his next Offensive Arts Strength twice as powerful as the last.
Artoria had once been under Merlin’s tutelage and had a certain understanding of the arts.
On a chessboard with 64 squares, if you place one grain of rice on the first square, 2 on the second, and 4 on the third, and so on, the final amount of rice would be enough to feed millions for a whole year!
If you double it, it could even fill the entire world!
Too terrifying!
Don’t even mention 64 times, even a few more rounds would leave Artoria completely drained, not a drop left!
Hang in there!
Anyway, Avalon’s Mana consumption is very low, Artoria is confident she can tough it out!
Lightning spread out in all directions, brilliant sparks instantly boiling the sea, and the vaporized water triggered a steam Explosion.
Amid the diffuse Mist, Noah’s figure slowly emerged, eyeing the Avalon Barrier, which set off Artoria’s alarm.
“Hey! Lia, this is pretty good! Very sturdy!”
In theory, Avalon should be Invincible, except for the inability to attack and move while defending.
But Noah has startled her too many times, she can’t afford to let her guard down.
“Rest assured, Lia, as long as you stay inside, I действительно can’t do much to you, but the same can’t be said for others.”
Under Artoria’s suddenly narrowed Pupil gaze, Noah waved at a distant Figure barely visible even to a Servant’s eyes, almost at the horizon.
The next second, Gilgamesh appeared alongside a massive flying ship seemingly made of jade and gold.
The ancient king apparently intended to watch the battle from afar, a glass of red wine in hand.
Now, however, he clearly had no idea about the situation, his face a mix of joy and stupor, looking quite comical.
“In my Barrier, you think you can just watch? Listen up, there are only 2 paths… either you kill me, or I kill you!”
With a radiant smile, Noah raised his great sword and swung it down towards Gilgamesh’s face!
The crackling of electricity echoed, and a scream pierced the heavens, causing Artoria to involuntarily feel a chill run down her spine, prompting her to silently increase the Mana output to Avalon.
How on earth are we supposed to fight this?
The Masters outside the Barrier were also grappling with similar questions in their hearts at this moment.
However, unlike the Servants who felt a sense of despair and helplessness, they were more entangled in their thoughts.
The Servants had just allied to fight the Berserker, and now with the outcome uncertain, would their side fighting first allow the Berserker to take advantage?
Kotomine Kirei approached Tohsaka Tokiomi, observing the battlefield that still carried a strong scent of gunpowder even from hundreds of meters away, and couldn’t help but rub his palms together.
“Master, what should we do?”
Tohsaka Tokiomi, seemingly coming back to his senses from communicating with the Servants, surveyed the Matou estate before him.
As a Magecraft family that had coexisted for hundreds of years in the same city, Tohsaka Tokiomi was quite familiar with the Matou estate.
Yet, even with a small portion of the estate damaged, it still emanated a sense of danger.
Undoubtedly, it must have been the Caster allied with the Berserker who had reconfigured the Barrier.
If the opponent was a Magus from the Age of Gods, even if they weren’t present, it would still be quite troublesome for them.
Moreover, Aoi also seemed to be absent…
“The Saber’s Master suggested that we take this opportunity to breach the Matou estate and capture the Berserker’s Master…”
At this point, Tohsaka Tokiomi couldn’t help but frown.
Because he couldn’t quite understand why Sola-Ui Sofia-Ri was so fixated on defeating the Berserker’s Master first, even going so far as to ally with a Magus who had once battled Kenneth, and actively using a Command Spell to force Saber to launch an Offensive Arts first.
Although the opponent was indeed the most threatening Master-Servant pair in this Holy Grail War, wasn’t the relationship between the Berserker and that woman quite good?
If it were Tohsaka Tokiomi, he would at least choose to watch the tigers fight from the mountain rather than actively lead an Organization alliance.
It was clear now that even a 4-on-one situation wasn’t guaranteed.
Women these days, it’s truly incomprehensible.
However, regardless, Tohsaka Tokiomi had no intention of taking further action.
That treacherous Magus Assassin is definitely still lurking around, I need to hide carefully.
Since Sola-Ui Sophia is in such a hurry, let her go ahead and take the heat.
Judging from the flow of magical energy within, Lancer’s condition isn’t great either, I need to be ready to support my Servant with a Command Spell at any time.
Unbeknownst to Tohsaka Tokiomi, his disciple and adopted son has also made a decision.
As Kotomine Kirei gazes at Tohsaka Tokiomi’s unsuspecting back, he discreetly caresses the blade at his waist.
It’s the Mercury Sword, a Magecraft Equipment given to him by Tohsaka Tokiomi as a gift for his graduation and a symbol of their master-disciple bond.
Although it doesn’t feel quite right in his hand, as a human weapon, Kotomine Kirei can easily use it to pierce through Tohsaka Tokiomi’s intercostal space and into his heart without damaging any bones.
Just imagining the look of incredulity and terror on Tohsaka Tokiomi’s face after being stabbed in the heart makes Kotomine Kirei’s body tremble with excitement and pleasure, almost to the point of moaning out loud.
A Distortion smile appears on the face of the Silent Father, whose expression rarely changes.
Ah, Kotomine Kirei, you’re truly a person who deserves to be sent to hell, torn apart by a thousand knives, and struggle for ten thousand years in the Flame of Karmic Debt!
But wait, just a little longer.
I want to give the final blow to my ‘father’ when he thinks victory is within his grasp, that would be truly tragic and desperate!
Kotomine Kirei has never been more intuitive about something in his life.
He’s indeed a natural-born villain!
As Kotomine Kirei ponders, Tohsaka Tokiomi suddenly lets out a low groan and his straight back slouches slightly.
“Master?! What’s wrong?”
With Kotomine Kirei’s support, Tohsaka Tokiomi straightens up and shakes his head slightly.
“It’s nothing, Lancer just seems to be preparing to activate its Noble Phantasm and is requesting my support.”
“Then use it, I have some Command Spells left.”
Seeing the two remaining Command Spells on Kotomine Kirei’s hand, Tohsaka Tokiomi nodded in understanding.
Now that they were like father and son, Tohsaka wouldn’t be overly polite, and immediately activated his Command Spell.
“By the power of the Command Spell, I command…”
In the dimly lit alley, the bright red glow emitted by the Command Spell illuminated Kotomine Kirei’s face.
On the rooftop of a distant building, Emiya Kiritsugu held a rifle, using the scope to search his surroundings.
Where is everyone?
Where are the others?
When the Servants clash, their Masters can’t just stand by and do nothing, like a certain Hestia from DanMachi, who wouldn’t let her comrades fight alone.
You can’t just sit back and relax while I’m trying to stir up trouble and launch a surprise attack, it’s like trying to navigate a labyrinth without a map, like the ones found in the TYPE-MOON universe.
He couldn’t help but furrow his brow, worried not just about the situation before him, but also about the battle between the Servants, a concern that rivaled that of a Guild Leader from DanMachi.
Gilgamesh’s most frequently used Gate of Babylon (King’s Treasure) was incredibly powerful, but required only a minimal amount of Mana to activate.
However, the amount of Mana being drawn by Gilgamesh was now causing Emiya Kiritsugu some discomfort, and he could feel a cold sweat forming on his forehead, much like the strain of using a powerful Noble Phantasm.
With this level of Mana consumption, combined with the power of the Gate of Babylon (King’s Treasure), it was likely capable of reducing Fuyuki City to rubble, a feat that would put even the strongest of heroes from the TYPE-MOON universe to shame.
What is going on?
Can’t even take down one opponent with 4-to-one odds?
This thought troubled Emiya Kiritsugu, much like the concerns of a strategist from the world of DanMachi.
If it’s already difficult with 4-to-one odds, if he were to kill one of the Masters, wouldn’t the Berserker become nearly invincible, like a certain powerful entity from the TYPE-MOON universe?
It seemed that he would have to prioritize killing the Berserker’s Master first, a decision that would require the cunning of a hero from DanMachi.
However, despite using both simple Magecraft and technological methods like infrared detection, Emiya Kiritsugu couldn’t find a single living person within the Matou residence, a mystery that rivaled those found in the world of TYPE-MOON.
Could it be that this place was just a front?
As he pondered, Emiya Kiritsugu suddenly noticed a figure in the distance, much like a hero from DanMachi stumbling upon a hidden enemy.
Hmm?
Was that Sola-Ui Nuada-Re Sophia-Ri?
Kenneth’s fiancée?
What was she doing?
Having snuck into the Matou residence, thinking she was being stealthy, Sola-Ui’s breathing quickened, and her face grew slightly hot, much like the flush of a heroine from the TYPE-MOON universe.
Almost there, if she could just defeat Noah’s Master, she could claim him for herself and keep him by her side forever, a desire that burned within her like the passion of a hero from DanMachi.
In reality, after meeting Noah for the first time, Sola-Ui didn’t have any special thoughts, just a sense of daze as if she had been cooped up in a cramped little room for a long time and suddenly saw the distant blue sky.
It wasn’t until she returned to the Hyatt Hotels and met Kenneth again that her thoughts truly underwent a Change.
After the Holy Grail War ended, would she have to return to the Clock Tower and spend her life with Kenneth, a man who was both uninteresting and arrogant?
No, Sola-Ui discovered that what she feared more than Kenneth as an individual was the entire world of Magus.
That crazy world, which would sacrifice everyone, including wives and children, in pursuit of the Root, was something Sola-Ui no longer wanted to endure.
As a member of a Magecraft family who was treated like a tool and married off to someone because she was a Failure in inheriting the Magic Crest, she couldn’t bear the thought of her future children repeating her fate.
No matter how many children she had, only one could inherit the El-Melloi family’s Magic Crest.
If the other children were mediocre, that would be one thing, or they could be married off like herself, or return to the world of Ordinary People and live an ordinary life.
But if more than one person awakened to excellent abilities, it would represent the beginning of another nightmare cycle.
Either siblings would kill each other to inherit the Magic Crest, like the orange sisters in Misaki City, or they would have to carve out their own path in the world of Magecraft, or else be consumed by the madness they had summoned and ultimately be sealed away in formalin.
What was even more terrifying was that no matter what the outcome was for this generation, such things would continue to happen to every generation that followed, an eternal cycle of reincarnation.
In the past, Sola-Ui didn’t think such a future was wrong, because everyone around her and the entire world was like that.
…Until she met Noah Cipher.
From an outsider’s perspective, he was a complete lunatic.
He deliberately exposed his identity, deliberately sought out enemies to have dinner with, and charged forward to battle all enemies…
Without any method, without any logic, without any strategy…
But in Sola-Ui’s eyes, she seemed to see a gust of wind.
A gust of wind that was free, unbound, and followed its own desires.
The conventional rules of the world, the sorrows and fears of life and death, and even her own joys and sorrows couldn’t bind it; not even the all-powerful Holy Grail’s wish-granting machine could stop it, for it lived only to explore the unknown and fight.
That kind of gentle warmth that was neither sycophantic nor indifferent…
That kind of wild and free, vibrant sunshine smile…
That kind of fearless spirit when facing numerous strong enemies, charging forward without hesitation…
For Sola-Ui, it was a ray of light piercing through the Dark World, making it unbearable for her to endure any longer.
This time, Sola-Ui wanted to seize the future with her own hands!
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