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Chapter 237 All the Evils of This World

The endless black mud, like a living swamp, completely swallowed Kenneth.

Sticky, cold, fishy smell... all the negative sensory experiences were amplified to the extreme in an instant.

However, this is not simply a physical sensation, but something much deeper.

It was pure, undisguised malice, like millions of poisoned steel needles piercing his sea of ​​consciousness from all directions.

It was the resentment of betrayal, the despair of abandonment, the pain of abuse, the hatred of slaughter...

It is the collection of all negative emotions in human history, transformed into this cursed sea that is capable of polluting everything in the world.

This is the world of the spirit, the realm of consciousness.

When Kenneth attempted to analyze the structure of the Holy Grail using the probe of the Moon Spirit Fluid, the will of the Holy Grail—or rather, the being residing within it—could naturally also invade his mind through this link.

Any magician with even the slightest wavering will have their soul utterly torn apart and assimilated the moment they come into contact with this torrent, becoming yet another source of wailing nourishment in this black mud.

However, Kenneth simply floated silently in the center of this darkness, unmoved by the malicious tsunami's crashing waves.

"So that's how it is... Is this your true nature?"

Kenneth whispered to himself, his face expressionless.

The reason he allowed the other party's mental invasion, and even took the initiative to delve into this core, was naturally to verify his final conjecture.

Angolan Manuel.

In Zoroastrian mythology, he is the evil god who is the opposite of the benevolent god Ahura Mazda, and the source of "all evil in this world".

However, in the Third Holy Grail War, the Einzbern family illegally summoned the eighth class, Avenger, in order to achieve victory.

What they summoned was not the real evil god from mythology, but merely a pitiful young man from an ancient village who, because he happened to share the same name as the evil god, was forced by the villagers to bear "all the evils of the world" and was ultimately sacrificed.

He was just an ordinary human being in his lifetime.

But the concept of "absolute evil" was forcibly imprinted on his soul because of the villagers' ignorance and prayers.

When he was summoned as a Heroic Spirit and ultimately defeated, his soul was absorbed by the Greater Grail, and the tragedy ensued.

The function of the Holy Grail is the reproduction of a concept.

It cannot distinguish between good and evil; it is merely a purely mechanical system.

When it received the distorted "wish" of "bearing all the evil in this world", it faithfully activated its own functions.

Thus, the "concept" carried in that young man's soul was infinitely amplified and materialized by the power of the Holy Grail's third law.

Ultimately, a monster composed purely of the curses and malice of six billion people—"All Evil of This World"—was born.

In a sense, this is also an application of the third law.

A miracle that forcibly distorts objective reality with subjective concepts.

Therefore, before completely dismantling the system, Kenneth wanted to witness firsthand and personally analyze the structure of this "miracle".

For him, this was a treasure far more valuable than the Holy Grail itself.

Just as he was pondering, the churning black mud around him suddenly began to gather and rise. The viscous darkness extended upwards, like a clumsy sculptor molding clay, gradually outlining the graceful silhouette of a woman.

As the black mud receded, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared before Kenneth.

She possessed a stunningly beautiful face identical to Irisviel von Einzbern, with long silver hair flowing like moonlight, and ruby-like eyes that shimmered with a bewitching allure that was the complete opposite of her purity.

She wasn't wearing Irisviel's usual white dress, but a tight-fitting black evening gown that accentuated her curves, like a poisonous flower blooming in the dark.

"Ara~"

Black Irisviel extended her scarlet tongue and gently licked her lips, her voice sweet and provocative.

"What an oblivious man!"

She approached slowly with graceful cat-like steps, the black mud around her parting to make way for her as if it were a subject.

"If you're so eager to pry into 'someone else's' body, why not just say so? Why resort to such a crude method?"

Her voice possessed a strange magic, attempting to arouse the man's most primal desires, and then using these desires as a breakthrough to completely corrupt his reason and soul.

But Kenneth just stared at her expressionlessly, his gaze as calm as if he were observing a lab rat on a laboratory table.

Irisviel's smile faltered slightly; she couldn't see the slightest wavering in Kenneth's eyes. This feeling made her very uncomfortable.

However, before she could speak again, Kenneth slowly extended his right hand.

His palms faced upwards, his fingers slightly bent.

The next moment, a cluster of blue flames silently ignited in his palm.

The flame was small, only the size of a fist, yet it exuded an indescribable aura.

It burned silently, without heat or light bursts, yet it caused the surrounding churning black mud to freeze, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and instinctively retreated.

Upon seeing the cluster of blue flames, Irisviel's expression changed drastically.

For the first time, the feigned composure on that alluring face vanished, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

what is that?
"The Holy Grail has the ability to bring concepts to life."

Kenneth finally spoke. He didn't even look at the black Irisviel, but instead stared down at the cluster of blue flames in his palm, his tone as calm as if he were stating a fact.

"Then, by using the link of the [Moon Spirit Essence Fluid] to project my own will into the Holy Grail, I naturally possess a similar ability."

His voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

Do you think this is your home turf?

The moment the words left her lips, the terror on Irisviel's black face transformed into extreme rage. She abandoned her feigned composure, letting out a piercing scream and completely shattering her disguise.

"Don't get cocky, you outsider!"

She suddenly raised her arm and pointed at Kenneth.

In an instant, the entire ocean of black mud erupted in chaos!

Countless jets of black mud shot into the sky, solidifying instantly in mid-air and transforming into thousands upon thousands of sharp spikes gleaming with a cold light, shooting towards Kenneth like an impenetrable rainstorm!

Each spike contains a curse power powerful enough to tear the soul apart.

This is a world of spirits, a battleground for wills. Even if the opponent's will is unwavering, capable of resisting this endless malice, she believes there will eventually be a limit!
Once you wear down the other person's spirit, he will completely succumb!

However, faced with this devastating attack, Kenneth merely raised his eyelids slightly.

He flicked his finger.

The small cyan flame in his palm transformed into a stream of light, drifting leisurely down into the sea of ​​black mud below.

Like a pebble thrown into a lake, it didn't stir up any waves or even make a sound.

However, the moment the blue flames came into contact with the black mud, the whole world fell silent.

next moment--

boom! ! !
An upheaval that defies description has occurred!
That viscous, filthy black ocean, composed of "all the evils of this world," was instantly ignited upon contact with the blue flames, just like dry tinder doused with gasoline!
The azure flames spread wildly at a speed that defied all the laws of physics, turning all the venomous roars and twisted curses into fuel wherever they went.

In a mere second, the black ocean was completely transformed into a purified sea burning with azure holy fire!
"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, erupted from the black Irisviel's mouth.

The azure flames, following the connection between her and the black mud, instantly spread to her body. Her black dress was the first to turn to ash, followed by her fair skin, her alluring face… everything was burned, purified, and stripped away in these azure flames!

Her body twisted and convulsed violently, revealing a completely different form amidst the flames.

It was a young man whose body was wrapped in bandages, his skin an unhealthy pale white, his body thin, curled up in the flames, emitting a wail of extreme pain.

This is the true essence of Angolan Mainyu.

That pathetic young man who was forcibly labeled as "evil".

"What...what is this?!"

Angolan Manuel rolled and struggled wildly in the blue sea of ​​fire, trying to extinguish the maggot-like flames clinging to his body.

But no matter how hard he tried, the blue flames remained motionless, instead burning ever brighter, as if trying to completely erase his very existence.

This flame does not harm matter, but it burns directly on concepts and souls!
"This fire... is called Samadhi..."

(End of this chapter)