Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 470 Sorry, I am Chaotic Good

Lu Ke could somewhat understand Matou Kariya's behavior.

People born into magic families but lacking magical talent often end up going astray, especially the old bug who is selfish and only cares about himself, and doesn't care much about his offspring.

In this kind of living environment, becoming a piece of trash like Shinji Matou would be the normal course of development.

Aoi Tohsaka's ancestors were also magicians, so she was no stranger to the magic world. She could understand and empathize with his situation, and always took care of him like an older sister. With these three buffs stacked on top of each other, Kariya Matou naturally couldn't withstand it.

Unfortunately, the girl next door wasn't interested in hotheads at all, preferring elegant men. Moreover, she had a stronger sense of empathy than Kariya had imagined, and she was also tolerant and considerate towards traditional magicians like Tokiomi Tohsaka, who pursued the ultimate goal of the Root...

As a result, the handsome man and beautiful woman got together and smoothly entered the hall of marriage. They were inseparable and had two children in just a few years.

Kariya could only visit the child the two had created under the guise of being an uncle, and received only polite and perfunctory responses from Tohsaka Aoi.

He's still being tricked by the old bug into participating in the Holy Grail War, being squeezed dry of his last bit of value, his whole body filled with Crest Worms, and he can only live for three months at most.

Considering that he is still having his magic drained by Berserker, he could die suddenly at any time even without external intervention, and he might not even be able to finish the Holy Grail War.

"I'll let you off the hook since you're in such a miserable state. Transfer the Command Seals to me, and I can help you solve your physical problems."

Lu Ke clicked his tongue twice and reached out his hand to this lovesick simp.

Kariya Matou endured the pain and nausea from the writhing of the Crest Worms inside his body. Through his connection with Berserker, he sensed that the Berserker wouldn't last much longer and would soon be defeated.

Powerless.

The thought of paying such a high price only to be eliminated before the Holy Grail War even began filled Kariya Matou with hatred, not directed at Riku, but at... Tokiomi Tohsaka!
Others might be joking when they say "it's all Tokiomi's fault," but this person genuinely believes it!

"You said... all Servants are yours... so, will you also take away Tokiomi Tohsaka's Servants?" Kariya Matou asked, trembling.

Lu Ke rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment, "That's hard to say. Jin Shanshan has a bad temper, but he did make me happy. If we can accept him, we can accept him; if not, we can send him back to his hometown."

Kariya Matou forced a smile, a hint of satisfaction in it. It seemed the worst-case scenario was that Tokiomi Tohsaka would lose his Servant and the possibility of reaching the Root.

This result actually made him feel better!
"Since that's the case, then take it... as long as it makes Tokiomi Tohsaka pay the price!"

Matou Kariya relaxed his body and was about to hand over the hand bearing the Command Seals when his body trembled slightly.

Then, as if manipulated, he stiffly withdrew his hand and quickly retreated.

"Control of the Crest Bugs?"

Lu Ke casually withdrew his hand, and rustling sounds rang out again around him. The insects in the entire underground insect reservoir went berserk and fearlessly pounced on him.

"Squeak~"

A sticky, disgusting "gray tide" surged in, and those that approached Luke were mentally corrupted and died, but their sheer number gradually compressed the space around him.

Lu Ke glanced at Matou Kariya, who was being controlled by the Crest Worms not far away, and clicked his tongue.

If the pollution were to spread further, this unfortunate creature might be transformed by the "Outer God" into some newly created "lower-ranking subordinate," or it might simply succumb to the pollution and die.

"Although, I am still a 'Caster' after all."

Luke looked at a spot covered by the dark gray familiar, stretched out his right hand towards the target, and searched his mind for the "magic" that Luke had shared from other worlds.

The magic that ordinary magicians would need to use to imprint the magic passed down through generations was constructed in the blink of an eye. It was blended, compiled, incorporated, and multiplied, and points of brilliant light appeared in the air, rapidly converging in Luke's hand, pulsating with the fluctuations of magic power.

Then...

Magical Burst - Comet Azrael!

boom! ! !
Ancient comet magic shone brightly, the converging starlight dazzling and vast, piercing through the entire front in one go, opening up seventy percent of one side of the mansion, and sunlight once again descended upon this impenetrable, damp place.

The piles of insect corpses around them were swept away, and a certain spot that had been the focus of attention showed signs of melting, with the remaining imprinted insects coalescing into a shriveled human figure.

Zouken Matou appeared here, his already deathly pale face even more lifeless. His body had long since decayed, and he was only surviving thanks to the Marking Insects. The two were closely related, and the death of so many insects was obviously a great loss to him.

Damn it! Wasn't it said that only Masters were highly skilled and not good at magic? Now they're not even going to perform anymore?!

"Caster, why are you picking on me?"

Zouken Matou's face was gloomy, his deep-set eyes were incredibly ferocious, and powerful magic was released from his body, causing the entire underground insect bank to tremble, thus amplifying his power.

Only when he arrived at the scene did he realize something was wrong; he had acted impulsively.
Given his usually cautious nature, his choice to confront Caster, a dangerous character, instead of running away immediately, was to lose control and face her in anger. This was completely unlike him.

Fell into a trap!
Being an old man who had lived for over five hundred years, he realized in the blink of an eye that something was wrong. Some influence, through the connection between the marking insect and him, was slowly eroding him...

Zouken Matou felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Even so, his anger, resentment, jealousy, and unwillingness grew stronger, and he wished he could destroy everything around him.

Lu Ke casually picked at his ear and flicked it with his finger: "I'll hit you if I want to, do I have to pick a day?"

This "provocative" attitude clearly infuriated Zouken Matou, who was already furious, but considering the difference in strength between the two, he suppressed his impulse and made a final effort.

"Can't we really talk? I haven't done anything to you, and we have no grudges against each other..."

"Of course I do! Lancelot is my Servant. Your Matou family summoned him without my permission and even added the 'Madness' spell on your own. Tell me, don't we have a grudge?"

With the final interpretation in his own hands, Lu Ke spoke nonsense with a straight face.

Zouken Matou gritted his teeth. Of course, he had also witnessed the alley battle last night through his familiars and knew the origin of "Ritsuka Fujimaru".

“The Holy Grail summoning is random… even relics cannot be used to precisely target a summon. We did not know that Lancelot was your Servant before.”

"Knowing is useless. Apart from a very few Servants like 'Zeus' who didn't even make it to Earth, all the other famous Servants are from my Galilean people!"

What the heck, "Zeus"?!

Zouken Matou's eyes widened in disbelief. How could the supreme god-king of Greek mythology be connected to a mere Servant?
But seeing the young man's confident words and regretful expression, he momentarily lost his composure and couldn't decide whether what he said was true or false.

However, he quickly gave up judging. The situation was beyond his control. Whether Caster's words were true or false, he was still able to crush him. Life and death were in the hands of the other party.

Matou Kariya regained control of his body. He glanced coldly at the old insect and dragged his half-dead body toward Luke.

As their hands touched, a flash of red light appeared, and Luke had two more Command Seals in his hand. The missing one was the one he used to summon Lancelot last night.

"Okay, Xiaolan caught it too!"

Lu Ke, with the expression of someone who had just caught a mythical beast with a good personality and growth potential, whistled lightly.

Sensing that the other side had no intention of making another move, Matou Zouken breathed a sigh of relief, his unusual emotions subsided slightly, and his tone softened.

"In that case, we won't have any enemies..."

He couldn't finish his sentence because the surroundings had subtly changed.

The lush mountains and forests are deserted, devoid of human habitation, and free from the sounds of insects and birds.

The soft moonlight bathed the ancient buildings, creating an almost unreal tranquility. A plaque reading "Liudong Temple" hung above the entrance to the temple, which featured blue bricks and red tiles.

Zouken Matou then noticed that his body, which had been riddled with holes from using the technique of immortality, had become young, healthy, and full of vitality. He was about to take a closer look when he discovered that his soul seemed to be trapped in this body, completely unable to move.

Before he could react to what was happening, the surrounding scenery changed again, and he found himself in an underground cavern.

In the dim light, four figures were faintly visible.

The elderly man at the head of the group had a head of silver hair, and his classical robes were sacred and solemn. Although they had been eroded and decayed by the years, one could still see his handsome appearance in his youth.

Zouken Matou felt a jolt in his heart as memories sealed away over the long years gradually resurfaced.

This is someone you will never forget once you've seen him: Gem Onghishua Zelrich Schbein Aug, one of only five magicians in the world!

A mage who arrived at the Vortex of Origin, was not assimilated or corrupted, and returned alive!

After understanding this information, he immediately grasped the current situation.

This was the period when the Holy Grail system was just established, when he was still "Machiri Zorgen", when he... had not yet forgotten his goal.

"I believe in your ideals. To reach the root, the Tohsaka, Einzbern, and Marich families will work together to pave the way. Tell me what you can offer."

Zelrich looked at the three, including Zouken Matou, and spoke solemnly.

The first to step forward was Tohsaka Nagato, a disciple of the Jewel Elder and the ancestor of the Tohsaka family. His tone was focused, and his refined, English aristocratic face was full of seriousness.

"The Tohsaka family provided the spiritual veins for setting up the Holy Grail."

Zouken Matou's body moved forward uncontrollably, and he heard his own voice ring out—a voice that was not yet decayed, full of conviction.

"The Machiri family provides Command Seals to bind Servants who are sacrificed."

As certain emotions resurfaced with the opening of the memory box, Zouken Matou felt his gaze fall upon the last person—the Winter Saintess, Justessa Risleich von Einzbern.

She had long, pure white hair and ruby-like eyes, and her appearance was almost identical to Irisviel's, except that she had a more holy and pure face and wore a pure white holy robe. She was the object of Machiri's admiration.

"The Einzbern family provides the magic circle to reach the Third Law."

The Winter Saintess's voice was peaceful and elegant, yet it also carried a hint of joy at the imminent fulfillment of her long-cherished wish.

After the three finished reading, Zelrich nodded slightly and solemnly announced.

"Then, let us begin, with myself, Ongkishua Zelrich Schbein'ogu, as witness and presiding!"

The Winter Saintess slowly stepped forward and lay down on the altar, which was engraved with magic circles, in the posture of a martyr. As the start of the ritual, she would sacrifice herself.

Heavy stones fell inch by inch, their weight enough to easily crush a human body, but no one present stopped them. For the path to exploring the origins, human sacrifice was a negligible price.

"For the root cause..."

Zouken Matou watched as the Winter Saintess smiled as she was crushed by stones, her blood drawn by magic into a magic circle, and the complex and magical Holy Grail system was created from nothing. Something within him was stirred.

Sadness, pain, depression, regret...

A complex mix of emotions churned within "Machiri Zorgen," then transitioned into Zouken Matou's consciousness, drawing him into the emotional vortex as well.

One is most able to empathize with oneself; when one projects their past self onto oneself, one's emotions are also affected.

not right...

Zouken Matou tried his best to suppress his surging emotions, but to no avail.

Unreasonable "mind interference" arbitrarily manipulates the soul and will, and once the process stops, it cannot be stopped.

Past memories become incredibly vivid, even turning against the present self. Scenes from the past replay before the eyes: the self before wanting to live longer, the self before being alienated by the passage of time, the self before chasing the Root and the Holy Grail...

Amidst his chaotic thoughts, a question suddenly surfaced in Zouken Matou's mind.

If we go back to the beginning, what was our original wish?
…………

When he opened his eyes again, the fierceness and cruelty in Matou Zouken's eyes had faded, and at first glance he looked like a kind and gentle old grandfather.

He looked at Lu Ke with a complicated expression and bowed deeply.

"In the name of Machiri Zolgen, thank you for your help, Caster. I was able to find myself again thanks to you."

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow and slightly curled the corners of his mouth:

"No need to thank me, I just thought this would make you suffer a little more later."

"what?"

Zouken Matou clearly hadn't expected this answer.

"A person who has completely fallen into depravity will become numb to all kinds of pain. Only by finding oneself again and regaining one's conscience can one's screams be more vivid and real..."

Lu Ke shrugged, his tone slightly playful, "I'm a Chaotic Good, you know, I do things according to my heart."

Zouken Matou still had a blank expression and couldn't react immediately.

Lu Ke's smile deepened. "I just went through your memories. The cost of using the immortality technique was 337 people, most of whom were teenagers and children with vigorous vitality. My rule is to kill one and pay ten, so you will have to die 3,370 times before you can be free."

"Oh, right, in order to extract and store magic power, you also used those lewd creatures like the Marking Worm to prey on 133 girls. Hmm... of course, it's also a tenfold compensation for any fake."

Luke looked at the surviving Crest Worms. Some invisible pollution began to transform the familiars, causing them to swell, proliferate, and become more distorted... and even more indescribable.

"Don't worry, considering you're over 500 years old, I'll provide mental healing and thoughtfully help you get back on your feet whenever you have a mental breakdown."

Zouken Matou's face turned ashen, and his lips trembled.

"Under normal circumstances, if you save a bad person, shouldn't you let him go and let him atone for his sins with good deeds?"

"Sorry, I'm a consequentialist. If you want a not guilty plea, I suggest you consult God."

Lu Ke offered a serious suggestion, then suddenly shook his head, "I almost forgot, the God in another world seems to be my partner, so you might still be guilty."

"It was said by God."

(End of this chapter)