Type-Moon Assassination Fist 202
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 202
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 203 What is truly real and unfalse?
Kuzuki’s words instantly enraged a large portion of the crowd; over half of the masters intended to eliminate the madman before them to demonstrate the authority of the Mage’s Association.
However, Lorelei raised her hand to stop the intentions of those behind her.
She looked at Kuzuki with a serious expression, feeling an oppressive force even stronger than the Twenty-7 Dead Apostle Ancestors.
If a fight broke out here, over 90 percent of the people would die; even if they won, the Mage’s Association would suffer heavy casualties.
This was something that needed careful consideration.
“The Clock Tower is the heart of the Mage’s Association, and its authority is not to be violated. If you dare to intrude upon the Clock Tower without a suitable reason and provoke the Mage’s Association, then I will certainly make you pay the price!” Lorelei declared emphatically.
This is the trouble of dealing with ‘individuals’ and ‘organizations’; if you are weak, the system ignores you; if you show strength, the system sees it as provocation.
The balance in this is very hard to grasp.
Kuzuki, of course, would not think so much.
When an individual becomes strong enough to solve most problems with brute force without thinking, even if that individual was originally very intelligent, they will become increasingly ‘foolish.’ Thinking is a tiring task, and when one can achieve their target without thought, that individual will regress, becoming like a single-celled organism.
Only when faced with problems that cannot be solved without thinking will they start to engage their mind again, laboriously considering how to resolve the issue.
This is human nature.
The human nervous system spontaneously adjusts and alters various aspects of the body to minimize energy consumption.
For example, in the most common act of walking, people will easily and unconsciously change their walking style to reduce energy expenditure.
This spontaneous behavior is similar to how humans tend to choose the shortest path and prefer to sit rather than stand.
An individual, regardless of the activity they are engaged in (even the most common act of strolling), will have their nervous system subconsciously monitor the energy usage of the human body and continuously optimize their movement patterns to achieve minimal energy consumption.
The brain only accounts for 2% of the human body’s weight, yet it consumes 20% of the body’s energy.
Thinking is a very energy-consuming task, and when a goal can be achieved without thought, humans will subconsciously tend to avoid thinking and simply complete their target.
After saying all that, it was just to explain Kuzuki’s motivation, a bit like the will of a Hero in a tale from the Far East, driven by a desire to test his strength against the strongest.
He thought that the Mage’s Association was a large organization with vast intelligence, so he wanted to borrow their strength, and communicating with the decision-makers of the Association was necessary, much like a Master and Servant relationship from the Holy Grail War.
First, establish a relationship with the Mage’s Association, then gradually increase his own say in the Association, and finally gain the right to call upon the Association’s strength, but that would take too much time, a bit like a long and arduous journey through the Dungeon of Orario.
“Is this where we’re going to have the meeting?” Kuzuki looked around at the increasingly large crowd of people gathering and reminded them, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, like those of a skilled Adventurer.
The Mage’s Association still had some dignity, Lorelei gave Kuzuki a cold glance and said, “Follow me,” her voice as icy as the gaze of a powerful Noble Phantasm.
After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked away, her movements as elegant as those of a refined lady from the Clock Tower.
Kuzuki ignored the hostility of the people around him and followed behind her, with several lord-level Magus surrounding him, treating him like a prisoner, their auras as intimidating as those of the strongest heroes from the Age of Gods.
Lord El-Melloi II, the head of the Modern Magecraft Department, Waver Velvet, did not follow behind, but instead stayed to deal with the aftermath, his presence as reassuring as that of a skilled Supporter.
He snapped his fingers, and an invisible wave swept through the surroundings, suppressing all sound, a technique as subtle as those used by the stealthy Assassins of the Nasuverse.
“This matter will be handled by the lords, everyone doesn’t need to worry,” his voice as calm and reassuring as that of a wise and experienced Master.
Waver had a high reputation among the new generation of Magus and was the most popular lecturer, so when he stood up to explain, most of the students calmed down according to what he said, but only a few people, who were worried about the crisis of the Mage’s Association from the bottom of their hearts, remained uneasy, their concerns as deep as those of the heroes who had faced the greatest challenges.
That was an experience that only those with sufficient insight could gain… the strongest and most terrifying person they had ever seen in their life, began to be updated when they saw Kuzuki, a bit like the feeling of facing a powerful Enemy of the State, or a monstrous foe from the depths of the Abyss.
Underground, a large, luxurious hall, its grandeur as impressive as the grand halls of the Guild in Orario, or the majestic architecture of the Clock Tower.
The surroundings were filled with complex and dangerous magecraft formulas that even Kuzuki, who was not familiar with magecraft, could feel, with over a dozen barriers of different properties unfolding, and various magecraft equipment breathing and waiting in the surroundings, as well as over a hundred elite-level Magus waiting on standby, their auras as formidable as those of the strongest heroes from the world of Fate.
The enormous rectangular table made entirely of purple sandalwood surrounded them, with the 7 lords sitting on one side of the main seat, while Kuzuki sat on the other side, facing them.
Perceiving the setup constructed by the Mage’s Association against him, Kuzuki tapped on the table, hinting: “Is this how the Mage’s Association treats its guests? Not even a cup of hot tea is offered.”
Among the 7, a woman in her fifties spoke up: “Whether you are a friend or foe has yet to be determined; if you are a guest, the Clock Tower will not neglect even the slightest courtesy.”
Lorelei, seated in the main position, remained silent, implicitly agreeing with her statement.
Kuzuki cleared his throat and said: “The Mage’s Association should be aware, shouldn’t it? The recent anomalies… their intensity is increasing.”
The 7 lords exchanged glances, their expressions varied.
After a while, Lorelei responded: “If you’re referring to that, yes, it’s true; are you here regarding this matter, Your Excellency?”
The Mage’s Association, as one of the two strongest organizations in this world, indeed had exceptional Intelligence Ability, surpassing that of individuals.
Kuzuki nodded, though he didn’t know what Lorelei specifically meant; it didn’t hinder his response: “From what I know, this degree of anomaly is far from the limit, not even reaching Issei’s level; as time passes, the anomalies will only intensify.”
Every individual present was a deserving member of the Association’s ruling class, more or less informed about the latest reports; thus, upon hearing Kuzuki’s words, many faces turned solemn.
Lorelei said coldly: “What else do you know?”
“That would require an exchange of intelligence; there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world, after all.”
Lorelei smiled wryly: “Do you think you can leave the Mage’s Association as easily as you entered?”
A massive Energy Momentum surged from her, and the other 6 lords simultaneously released their Bloodlust; with all 7 targeting him, no Magus could afford to relax.
However, Kuzuki was no Magus, and his Strength wasn’t something the Magus of the Mysterious Side could comprehend; nonetheless, Strength was universal.
Whether it’s the Mysterious Side, the martial side, or the esper side, no one dares to look down upon you if you’re strong enough!
Ignoring the tense atmosphere in the room, Kuzuki raised a finger and said, “Issei Strength.”
In the next moment, Kuzuki’s body disappeared from everyone’s line of sight, transcending sound and color, as he entered the stillness of the world at that moment.
The expression of each individual froze at the moment he finished speaking, their faces filled with differences and confusion.
Like a sightseeing tourist, Kuzuki walked through the meeting room, passing by each individual until he stood before Lorelei, only then did a burst of light explode from the body of the first individual he had passed.
Kuzuki pointed a finger at Lorelei, and as he was about to make contact, she suddenly leaned back and avoided Kuzuki’s finger.
Looking at her with surprise, Kuzuki then discovered that her expression was still one of confusion and misunderstanding; she had not truly observed Kuzuki’s movement and reacted.
‘Some sort of preset magecraft effect? One that automatically dodges attacks?’
An invisible barrier blocked Kuzuki’s finger, and with a strong force, he shattered the barrier completely.
After doing all of this, Kuzuki returned to his original position and sat down again.
As a Magus of the Mysterious Side, and a warrior of the martial side sitting within a range of 20 meters, this in itself was the greatest mistake.
At such close range, their lives were no longer in their own hands.
Kuzuki did not kill; he sought intelligence, not war.
When Kuzuki sat down, the flow of time returned to normal.
With a roar, a fierce wind powerful enough to blow people into the sky was produced indoors, followed by a series of bright lights and explosions, throwing the room into instant chaos.
Amidst the powerful wind pressure, a voice full of presence sounded, and then everything aftershock was quickly calmed and quieted down.
Lorelei’s forehead vein bulged, and it took great effort to calm down.
The opponent had held back; otherwise, no individual would have survived just now.
A fearsome monster.
With a glance at the other Lords present, who were all in a state of disarray, Lorelei spoke calmly: “I acknowledge that you have the qualifications to converse with the Clock Tower, so, as you wish, let us proceed to exchange information.”
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