Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

However, the enemy, as if anticipating this, retreated and completely escaped her attack range, joining her in one place.

"Wait, I mean no harm."

As the aftershocks of the magical clash subsided, she finally saw the man standing in front of her clearly—

With white hair and black eyes, his skin was almost brown, his bare arms were muscular, and his eyebrows had a signature lightning bolt shape at the end.

It was a face similar to Shuoyue's, but just by standing there, one could sense the difference between this man and Shuoyue.

Shuoyue is powerful, confident, war-loving, and resourceful, with a smile always hidden deep in her eyes.

The man was capable, pessimistic, calm, and realistic, with an unyielding sorrow in his eyes.

If I had to put it in words, they were twins who had gone through the same storms but ended up growing into different forms, familiar yet strange to each other.

Familiar yet unfamiliar...

She shook her head, and a sudden chill ran through her, leaving her with no thoughts other than vigilance.

He raised the holy sword and pointed it forward.

"You're the one who controlled the killing of Shuoyue!"

"You are not allowed to threaten the Emperor (brother)!" Before the man could speak, Miyu, like a cat with its fur standing on end, waved her magic wand and blocked his way.

Such care and protection had also appeared between her and Shuoyue.

So, is this the control she suffered? It wasn't a betrayal based on her own will, but rather, due to certain factors, this man replaced Sakugetsu's existence. Miyu simply saw him as 'Sakugetsu,' and her own personality wasn't distorted...

What method did this man use? This is not something that can be achieved through simple hypnosis, and ordinary mental manipulation could not possibly affect a top-tier familiar like a Servant!

"That's enough. Further thought won't benefit either of us," the man said, interrupting our thoughts. "If you still want to ask my name and purpose—I'm sorry, I've lost my name. Just call me Wuming. As for my purpose, it's very simple."

The man who called himself 'Nameless' spread out his hands, and surprisingly, a diamond-shaped light screen of azure blue, just like the one on the new moon, was woven into his hands!

"It's just that 'all the evil of this world' has come to be in this world."

Under the interference of homogeneous magic, the countless magic arrays that imprisoned the Lesser Grail, hidden deep within Mount Enzo, automatically dissipated, allowing the displacement space to open up and swallow the Lesser Grail containing the black mud in one gulp.

When the Holy Grail, which countless people dream of, reappeared, it had fallen into the man's hands.

The black mud surged, and the man stared at the inside of the golden cup with a cold smile. Then he turned the Holy Grail upside down and poured its filthy contents onto Shuoyue's body without hesitation!

"Then, borrow this broken body to replace this broken soul and come into the world, Angra Mainyu, all the evil of this world."

As if talking about something unrelated to himself, Wu Ming spoke casually.

"Then, destroy everything that guy has."

Chapter 187 The Evil of EMIYA

Let's start with a name.

[Sin and the evil in this world constantly flow, amplify, aggregate, and transform, forming a vortex.]

In this world, he abandoned justice; in that world, he turned his back on humanity; in yet another world, he sacrificed himself.

[Gluttony, lust, greed, melancholy, anger, sloth, hypocrisy, pride, envy—these endlessly revolve, encroaching, possessing, and blaspheming, forming countless eddies.]

In another world, the destiny brought by his name dissipated, and a new destiny came into play, accepting everything that remained of him.

[Rebellion, stolen goods, intimidation, rape, property damage, major crimes, coercion, theft, escape, false accusation, arson, insult, disrespect, arbitrary sentencing, kidnapping, bribery, abortion, suicide-related crimes, gambling, kill, kill, not allowed, kill, kill, not accepted, kill, kill, kill, right and wrong, good and evil, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill]

That was not merely the legacy of one person; the Throne of Heroes, transcending time and space, is selfless, bestowing everything upon that man; the Throne of Heroes, essentially an arsenal, is selfish, with every gift already bearing a price.

[His right arm was severed, his body below the waist was destroyed, his spine was shattered, his skull was frozen, his left chest was blown away, his left hand was cut off, his Command Seals were stolen, his spine was pierced, he was paralyzed, he died from bloodsucking, he was severely injured upon landing, his body was fractured, he was melted by a blood barrier, his soul was extracted and turned into a doll, his legs were severed, he was taken back to the castle, he was killed by a sword, he was ambushed and died in the black mud...]

The brutal war does not only lead to success. Countless people have experienced countless failures and suffered countless deaths. It is precisely because of this that the resentment accumulated to this day is so deep and difficult to eradicate.

Don't forget, you promised to take her to the beach...

What resonates throughout is the final wish of the man who was the vessel for it.

He prayed so fervently that the very wish itself became a curse.

That is the best breeding ground and the best food for all the evil in this world.

And so, amidst the gurgling sound, the white-haired youth's body dissolved.

Thus, amidst the sizzling sound of growth, the malignant tattoo outlined the form, and black mud filled the flesh.

Accompanied by a tooth-grinding sound of bones grinding, the lower half of the body, exuding an aura of 'evil,' continued to grow, while the upper half stood up strangely like putty. The head bent backward as if it had no support, and the pitch-black pupils, like black holes, stared straight at her, making her scalp tingle.

However, the newly born creature seemed uninterested in her—after his lower body was fully grown, he stood up unsteadily like a newborn baby. The connection between his head and neck was finally restored. The unknown creature stared intently at Wuming in front of him, and then tilted his head after a moment.

“You…” Wu Ming frowned, “What’s going on, Angolan Mainyu?”

Angra Mainyu, a young man sacrificed to bear the weight of all the world's evils, was illegally summoned as an avenger in the Third Holy Grail War, replaced by Einzbern. His soul was retrieved into the Greater Grail, and the Grail's colorless power was corrupted into black mud by his evil desires.

In other words, he is the source of the corruption that led to the Holy Grail War, and the 'all the evil of this world' that has always lurked within the Greater Grail.

“Angola Mainyu?” The unidentified creature frowned, speaking slowly as if he wasn’t used to it. “Who is that? My name is ‘Emiya Shirou’.”

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Wuming subconsciously looked up at the sky. "It is night, that's right... No, in the end, there is no Gem Sword here, the Second Magic has not gone out of control, and Bazett has not been ambushed by Kirei Kotomine—Could it be that, the new moon!"

Suddenly, a spear as pure as moonlight appeared in Wuming's hand, and at the same time, his eyes flowed with a data-like light.

At that moment, he saw through the 'soul' hidden within this body and discovered that a white-gold light was woven into a seal, firmly binding 'Angola Mainyu's' consciousness.

Wuming knew that it was a product of Shuoyue's use to imprison the soul fragments of Emiya Shirou after she realized there were impurities in his soul. After 'Angra Mainyu' entered, it took over the position of 'Emiya Shirou' and became the new prisoner. Obviously, this was an arrangement made by Shuoyue before her death to prevent her body from being possessed by others, and it probably also contained a purpose targeting Wuming.

In other words, at this very moment, the remnant soul of 'Emiya the Great Hero' has replaced 'Angra Mainyu'. The platinum seal is the manifestation of the Third Law, and only the Third Law that touches the soul can trap Angra Mainyu, who bears the evil of the world.

For some reason, Wuming recalled the words that Karen Altesia had said.

"Shirou Emiya is a benevolent person who suppresses his own desires and does not tolerate the irrationality of the world."

"On the contrary, he is a villain who allows his own desires to prevail and ignores the injustices of the world."

"Since we are standing on opposite sides, we naturally have many things in common."

"Hmph... It's like a demon looking at itself through two mirrors."

There are many commonalities, one of which is that there is absolutely no possibility of them taking action against each other, and—

Yes, the existence of 'Nameless' is the most serious thing for Emiya the Great Hero.

So it's only natural to show hostility...

Sensing the malice beginning to flow, Wuming gently pushed aside Meiyou, who was blocking his way, and sighed helplessly.

"Ah, I originally intended to save this last bit of power for you. Since that's the case, then you'd better take it, Emiya Shirou."

Facing the embodiment of hostility, Wuming seemed oblivious to the danger, taking a step forward and calmly saying:

"Bend your knees and shed tears of gratitude."

The imposing figure with white hair seemed to overlap with Wuming, causing his voice to transform into an unknowable dual tone once again.

"I am the one who saves us, and I am the one who ends our days."

"The embodiment of the world's will!"

As Wuming made this announcement, one could sense that the repulsive aura emanating from him grew stronger, while the familiar aura faded—the opposite was true for the remnant soul of the Great Hero Emiya.

The remnant souls that have evaporated from reason are incapable of thinking. Their instincts are polarized: either hostile or friendly. So-called neutrality is a delayed answer given after weighing the pros and cons of thought.

For Wuming, as long as 'Emiya Shirou' approves, that's enough.

A deep blue glow rose up.

That is the light of the whole world, the radiance of the Holy Spirit.

Bathed in radiance, 'All the Evil of This World' narrowed its eyes like a tamed beast, then turned and pounced fiercely at Wuming's command.

"Since the opponent's hand has already been played, let's just use the black mud to stain her black and finish her off!"

I'll be really happy if you don't understand (runs away)~~

Chapter 188 The Star of the Divergence of Heaven and Earth (Enuma Elis)

Chapter 188 The Divergence of Heaven and Earth - The Star of Creation!

Can't beat it.

Faced with the frenzied evil of this world, one can only grit one's teeth and endure the hardship.

It's not a matter of martial arts skills; the evil of this world, having lost its reason, is completely inferior in combat techniques.

It wasn't a matter of willpower; knowing her knight was gone, she wouldn't show any mercy.

However... the compatibility is really too bad.

"Clang!" The black mud surged like a tidal wave, manipulating the Wind King's barrier to strike horizontally. But as the storm dispersed, the black mud that had been blown away earlier gathered again and surged towards the turbulent sea.

An almost screaming intuition made him retreat quickly, not daring to get himself covered in the black mud. However, the enemy was relentless, and the liquidified curse intensified, almost solidifying into a lump. The overwhelming, nauseating malice was enough to make anyone dizzy just by looking at it.

A Servant is essentially a 'soul' of the highest purity summoned with the aid of the Greater Grail. Since the black mud can affect the colorless power of the Greater Grail, it is easy for it to corrupt the Servant's Spirit Origin.

All the evil in this world can fail countless times, but being hurt means defeat—this is an unfair battle.

"Damn it, I gritted my teeth, feeling frustrated and powerless."

He was knighted by himself, he was the heir of the Round Table in this era, yet he couldn't even protect her...

His pent-up anger had nowhere to go, which ultimately led him to make the wrong decision.

"Avalon!"

The severed ideal land reappeared, standing like a reef atop the surging black mud. At the same time, hands gripped the holy sword, and a shout like the roar of a dragon echoed:

!!

In the dazzling holy light, Wuming's expression was so intriguing.

Tick.

Like raindrops falling on parched land, moistening the soil.

The platinum-gold light of the soul fell upon the object, and thus the doll, composed of countless materials, was born with new life.

Click, click.

He got up, stretched his body, and amidst the sounds of his bones and muscles working, the doll opened his eyes, a flash of platinum-gold light appearing and disappearing.