Hello, dear readers! This story had a VERY poor start on both P@tr- (you know where) and Webnovel... But I've decided to give it one more chance. I'll be releasing another week of chapters, so if you want to see this story continue, please show it a lot of love <3
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Can't ban it? Then find a way to ban it."
Taiga Narumi was even more furious.
He had worked in this industry for over twenty years and climbed to the position of Section Chief, yet he had never seen anyone so arrogant.
Roser: Well, you've seen one today.
Soon.
"Section Chief, I think you should take a look..." A subordinate suddenly spoke up with some hesitation.
"Look at what? This kind of bastard's promotional video, why the hell would I watch..."
The play button was clicked.
The world went quiet.
Taiga Narumi's pupils contracted in disbelief.
What the hell is this? What on earth is this...
The opening was nothing but darkness.
A dead, absolute darkness where everything seemed to stand still.
Immediately after, accompanied by the sound of a candle burning, faint threads of light illuminated an aged face.
With messy, graying hair and bitter wrinkles filled with the vicissitudes of life, a withered body holding an ancient oil lamp sat quietly on a dried-up shore.
It formed a massive psychological impact against the dark background.
A lonely lamp, with only a faint flame, burning in solitude without the slightest flicker.
A thousand years.
Ten thousand years.
Every detail was so realistic; that weather-beaten sense of time carried a massive impact that transcended the screen.
The terrifying visual tension of the opening, combined with an impact so realistic it seemed to actually exist, left everyone speechless.
But the next moment...
They saw the lonely old man's graying bangs sway slightly. His aged face slowly lifted, and eyes that seemed to burn with fire within a withered body looked out of the screen.
Locking eyes with them!
"...Do you wish to change the future? Oh, Son of Man~"
...
"What is this?"
Tokyo.
A certain detached house with a rather nice environment.
Senior otaku Tomoya Aki stared wide-eyed, muttering in disbelief.
This wasn't game CG at all; it was more like a conversation, a dialogue between the future and the present.
And this was only the beginning...
As the desolate voice gradually faded, the camera began to pan up, and the screen gradually brightened.
"Clang—!"
Amidst the clashing sound of metal, invisible shockwaves spread out like ring-shaped blades, slicing the surrounding streetlights in two.
A terrifying storm erupted from the collision of a crimson spear and black-and-white dual blades, the wind causing the surrounding skyscrapers to rattle.
"Such agile skill, definitely not a nameless nobody... Who exactly are you?"
Then, using the recoil to land lightly atop a high-rise, a blue lancer in a blue skintight suit that outlined cheetah-like muscles swept his demonic spear, pointing it at the tall figure on the night street.
"...Unfamiliar hero."
"Hmph..."
Opposite him.
"Just a mere Archer..."
The tall woman chuckled lightly, taking off the sunglasses that blocked her light-colored pupils.
Long, unbridled hair blooming like cherry blossoms, black leather pants wrapping around long, slender legs outlining straight and well-proportioned curves, and a black cape with red lining flapping in the night wind.
Valiant, unbridled, a domineering aura of "who else but me".
"However... I have guessed your name. The famous Son of Light, son of the Danu God-King Lugh, the Demigod Cu Chulainn!!"
The instant the last word fell.
She crouched slightly, and the street exploded. Amidst the sky-filling spray of crushed stone and dust, her figure suddenly vanished...
"Ya ya ya, you actually guessed it? But Archer? With such outstanding skill, I really couldn't tell..."
Atop the high-rise.
The blue lancer remained unmoved, shaking his head helplessly, but the moment the black-and-red figure appeared in the air to his right and slashed down with dual blades, he suddenly raised his spear to stab.
A battle of mythical epic proportions broke out once again on this silent street.
Their blade edges tore the sky, their footsteps shattered the earth. The clashing strikes were like thunder tearing through the sky, the roaring fury like a raging earth storm...
This is a Servant, the soul of a hero known as a Ghost Liner.
...
"Heroic Spirit? That's too exaggerated, isn't it?"
Tokyo.
Chiyoda Ward.
The merely thirteen-year-old Kazuto Kirigaya watched that god-like epic battle in disbelief.
In just four short clips, over five powerful Heroic Spirits of different classes had appeared, each class possessing its own advantages and counters against others.
But without exception, they were all atrociously powerful.
"If I remember correctly, this is a virtual reality game, right? We have to fight against that thing?"
Kirito's voice cracked.
Is this something humans can do?
Leaving aside the destructive power that easily destroys buildings and tears the earth, or the extreme speed surpassing sound like a sharp sword cutting the sky—just the skills alone are impossible for them to match, right?
At present, he hadn't given up on Kendo yet. As a Kendo genius, he still had the ability to discern.
Every single Servant's skills had already exceeded the scope of his understanding.
Could it be that some inhumanly wealthy sponsor collected modern Sword Saints and Great Sword Masters from around the world and recorded their data?
It was too exaggerated.
...
"So amazing. To think it's a virtual reality game of this level, isn't this no different from reality? Suge~~"
At this moment, Satoru Suzuki, the Bone King who was still high school age, couldn't even bother eating his bento, staring wide-eyed as the mythical battle faded away.
The future apocalyptic reality slowly emerged again.
The epic-level music finally began to play.
Accompanying the melody of the double bass, the sounding horns seemed like a woman at the end of her road weeping in resentment—hollow, desolate, numb, a falling despair...
The dead world appeared in everyone's vision: the withered earth looking like black-red steel, dried riverbeds, a dusky yellow sky, and incessant muddy rain.
The atmosphere had long been torn open, revealing a deathly silent starry sky. The stars had long extinguished, and the wreckage of planets solidified in their orbits like motionless corpses.
No words were needed at all; that sense of apocalypse, intense to the point of suffocation, had already drowned people, leaving them unable to speak.
Finally.
The camera descended again.
Lightning flashed and exploded within the dusky clouds. The wind picked up, and the rain poured down as if the sky had broken.
The wind instruments played like a gradually intensifying, insane whistle, and the heavy drumbeats were like the rumble of thunder, as if a power penetrating deep into the soul wanted to vent.
The drums became more intense, the playing more frenzied.
Scenes appeared one after another constantly.
Giant beasts churned; the surface was like a shaking carpet. The earth collapsed, skyscrapers toppled, overpasses snapped, and prosperous cities turned to ruins in the blink of an eye. Surging tsunamis swallowed cities, meteors fell from the sky, giant ships capsized, and volcanoes erupted!
Until an infinitely brilliant band of light pierced through from north to south, crossing the sky...
The disaster named Beast descended.
Countless scenes flew by, as if arriving at the end of time.
Arriving at this dead world.
"I am not human, I am Heaven, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven."
A magnificent Buddha towering into the clouds occupied the entire field of vision. Merciful Buddha-intent burned furiously, igniting even the dim starry sky.
"Oh, Son of Man... With what kind of resolve do you stand before Old Sun..."
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