Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"Even if the combined forces of the destroyed Roman Empire are no longer something we can devour, what about the Great Qin? The Great Qin, which swept across the two great Roman Empires and was once unparalleled in its glory, what about it?"

"But that's just an excuse Mr. Sakugetsu made up! The so-called country is just a facade!" Fujimaru exclaimed in astonishment.

In Chaldea, the beautiful 'Da Vinci' leaned over, close to the screen and communicator, her tone grave: "Don't get it wrong, Fujimaru, Draco isn't devouring a nation, but rather the prosperity before its destruction."

And wasn't it she who single-handedly destroyed the core of the Qin Dynasty, the God of Slaughter, Wu Anjun?

This is absolutely the perfect resource for Draco!

"Could we have foreseen this future, Chaldea, now that it has lost its Star-Viewing Knights!"

Bathed in surging malice, Draco stretched out his limbs wantonly, his figure gradually becoming tall and voluptuous. The dazzling red dress outlined his excessively perfect figure, his upper body was almost naked, with only bright red lines flowing on his chest and neck, eventually spreading to his cheeks.

The beast ears, symbolizing depravity, grow and finally settle, filling the final piece of the puzzle for the beast's body.

The woman, known as the Great Harlot of Babylon, covered her lips with her hand, her childlike, sparkling eyes reflecting the starlight blocking her way.

"Although I have lost that girl with a pure heart, I still have to ask you, stars of Chaldea!"

As the sun was swallowed up, amidst a hellish spectacle resembling a celestial dog devouring the sun, Draco whispered:

"Everything has an end, that is true, but—when everything disappears, who will witness their end?"

“This—” Fujimaru instinctively wanted to answer, but his experience was still too shallow, and he could only subconsciously repeat the beginning, “This…”

“That’s right, there’s nothing more tragic, nothing more miserable!” The Master remained silent, while Draco revealed a triumphant smile. “I am the evil that was born to relieve this sorrow!”

"Human principles and human history—you describe these as grand things, and they are indeed remarkable. Even mortals can travel through legends and fight alongside heroes of the past."

"But even so, you cannot refuse my existence, because I am the embodiment of human unconsciousness, a devourer that uses the end of civilization, the most prosperous city, as bait!"

A woman of breathtaking beauty opened her hands, her palms seemingly holding something that wasn't there, and loudly proclaimed:

"Am I not the one who can savor every last drop with the utmost pleasure?"

This is human evil, which is both the driving force behind the development of civilization and the way civilization collapses!

An insatiable greed arose from Draco's words, and a chill rose in everyone's hearts, as if a demonic beast had opened its bright, innocent eyes and cast its longing gaze upon them, its prey.

There was no malice involved, just as a person wouldn't have murderous intent towards bread or cabbage.

Yes, it was pure joy.

However, it is precisely that pure emotion that makes it all the more chilling!

Gazing upon this depraved and sinister sight, one cannot help but recall the legend of the Great Witch of Babylon.

No one knows that it was not Jehovah who destroyed Sodom, but Draco himself who destroyed the most prosperous and decadent city of that era!

Ultimately, what secretly makes the "city" prosperous is none other than the cauldron of desire she holds in her hands!

"Oh no, the Holy Grail!" The doctor interrupted forcefully, his tone urgent. "Fujimaru, we can't let Draco snatch the Holy Grail from Sakugetsu! Otherwise, the pure source of magic will deteriorate and become a corrupted Holy Grail that will endlessly fuel desires!"

"Hahaha, too late!" Before Fujimaru could react, Draco burst into laughter, flicking his finger to summon a golden goblet from the void—

A phantom image.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the Holy Grail, which carried the singularity, vanished like a bubble, as if it had been buried with the new moon's death.

After a long silence, Draco revealed a cold smile and licked his lips.

"As expected of you, Shuoyue..."

Chapter 300 Cause of Death: Forced Kiss

Chapter 301 Cause of Death: Forced Kiss

[Spiritual origin has been shattered]

[Disarming simulated weaponry... Disarming successful]

[Soul being sent back... Repatriation successful]

[Successfully returned to the original timeline!]

The familiar feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and Shuoyue opened her eyes to find herself in an exquisite and elegant hotel room.

Instead of returning to the church, and fearing that her secret would be discovered at Ilya's house, Sakumo chose to travel to the Singularity in this state.

But unexpectedly, they returned in such a sorry state.

"The demon beast, He?" Shuoyue murmured, her face showing no resentment, but calmly recalling the oversight in that battle.

Although to outsiders it seemed that Draco had simply used a Command Spell and that Crescent Moon had obediently chosen to commit suicide, the intense tug-of-war within was known only to the two of them.

Just as Fujimaru firmly believed, how could Sakugetsu not take precautions against that Command Seal?

When Draco finally used the Command Spell, New Moon quickly connected with the Holy Grail, using its mystique and class characteristics to resist the Command Spell's force.

And the new moon was once close to success, but a single Command Seal was not enough to control the Avengers who possessed the Holy Grail.

But his Master is not just a simple magician; he is a beast, the embodiment of human evil, and the original owner of the Holy Grail.

Why would Draco waste this Command Seal?

So when the new moon was unable to move due to its struggle against the Command Seals, the few remaining magical beasts stirred.

As the servants of the fallen beasts, they themselves represent the 'seven deadly sins' and are the embodiment of base desires.

Greed, pride, sloth, envy, gluttony, wrath...

In that instant, they burst open on their own, transforming into the purest original sin, which flowed into Shuoyue's body, shaking his emotions.

After a brief moment of shock, Shuoyue let the blood demons surge back, filling his entire body with murderous intent and preventing the depravity of his emotions and desires. Even as his spirit was affected by the murderous intent and intense pain spread, he remained unmoved.

If Draco can get through this hurdle, he will have no chance to resist.

!!!

In a secluded corner, the beauty bent over; her seemingly boneless body became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Draco hugged Shuoyue, propped his chin up with his fingers, and lowered his head.

A soft touch covered his lips, so cold and rough, like a small dragon full of hostility and possessiveness, biting at the man with whom he was destined to be entangled.

Even if it's just a brief moment, before they part, one can still sense the burning love hidden beneath the cold mask, a love as intense as a raging fire.

Draco, the embodiment of lust.

Her passionate kiss completely shattered Shuoyue's psychological defenses.

Reason was shaken, and the soul was shaken.

The demonic beasts invaded, and the Command Seals spread like maggots clinging to bones. The light of the Holy Grail receded again and again, and finally, with a mournful cry, it was forced back into the Destiny Compendium.

A sigh came from his spirit core; as a Servant, he had ultimately followed his inevitable fate.

"Commit suicide."

The soft lips had already parted, and Draco pulled away without hesitation, issuing the command once more.

So the white-haired general plunged his hand into his chest and crushed the spirit core.

It wasn't until then that the Servants, who had been shrouded in the aura of the Demon Pillar, belatedly turned around.

I witnessed the building collapse with shock.

"Ugh, I was forcibly kissed! I'm so angry and cold-blooded. When will we men be able to stand up for ourselves..."

Even so, Shuoyue had to rub her face with her hands to hide the strange curve that unconsciously appeared at the corners of her mouth.

Despite suffering the terrible treatment from the giant dog and dying in a singularity, he was in an excessively good mood and almost burst into song.

It seemed that someone finally couldn't stand his smugness even after he died, and drowsiness suddenly washed over them like a tidal wave.

"Damn it, today is the check-out date..." Before she could say anything more, Shuoyue closed her eyes and fell into layers of dreams, losing consciousness.

That was a call from the valley of death.

When Shuoyue opened his eyes, an old man holding a worn-out greatsword and burning with eerie blue flames was already standing quietly in front of him.

"Wang Hassan... actually pulled me into the dream on his own initiative, what is he trying to do?" Looking at the Mountain Elder who exuded a strong sense of oppression, Shuoyue was not afraid of him, but just smiled bitterly.

Although it wasn't written, after the first encounter with the Old Man of the Mountain and the beheading, every night that Shuoyue experienced thereafter inevitably involved meeting him, fighting him, and then being defeated, just like the final boss guarding the final stage in the Souls series' Little Garden.

After being presented with 108 ways to die, Shuoyue didn't develop any premonition of death. She simply gave up on winning and regarded it as a training exercise, hoping that her death wouldn't be too gruesome.

But this was the first time that Wang Hassan had actively dragged him into the dream.

A light of the soul ignited in the old man's eye sockets, and for the first time, this nightmarish body spoke:

“I smell the scent of a beast, a fallen beast, a dragon that drinks filth from a golden cup, and it is almost upon me.”

Upon hearing this, Shuoyue also put away her relaxed attitude and nodded seriously: "That's right, Your Excellency. In the Mediterranean Sea, far away, my battle with Draco has come to an end. I have tasted the bitter fruit of defeat, while she has probably broken free of the seal and reclaimed the soul and body of the beast."

"Is it really you who failed?"

What?"

This time, the Grand Assassin did not respond to the man's rhetorical question; instead, he slowly raised his old sword.

"What is the result of such arrogance and laziness? Is it merely to add to the corpses of the powerful?"

"Fool, hand over your head!"

As the familiar lines were spoken, Shuoyuehong's blue eyes lit up along with the howling wind, reflecting the shattered world.

Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, activate!

"I've been playing the role of Lord Wu'an for so long that I've almost forgotten how to fight..." Calmly dodging the attacks, Shuoyue stretched her muscles and bones, her black and white swords crossing in her hands, obscuring her face, revealing only a pair of chilling eyes.

Even if he wasn't as skilled as King Hassan, after dying so many times, even a dog should have memorized the enemy's attack patterns.

Although I could have cleared the game long ago, I've been busy tackling the second singularity lately and haven't had time for the trials. But, well, since King Hassan has come knocking on my door...

"Let us have a good, good fight, Old Man of the Mountain!"

With a confident shout, Shuoyue charged forward.

Then it was given away at lightning speed.

The headless corpse had just fallen before the old man of the mountain when new shadows gathered, outlining a brand new body. Before it could even recover from the fact that it had been decapitated, it instinctively swung its arms, but its hands were empty.

The wild crescent moon has popped up again!

"I was instantly killed? Wait, how did I survive?!" Shuoyue was incredulous, not only because Wang Hassan's combat power had increased by a level, but also because he had not escaped the trial despite his death.