Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

The red team fled, while the black team held firm at the fortress. In Shuoyue and Artoria's minds, no one would disturb their 'operation' tonight.

"let's start."

Taking a deep breath, Sakuyue no longer hesitated. His Mystic Eyes of Death Perception lit up, and the light of the Third Law shone from his fingertips, slowly merging into Little Jack's chest.

The moment the third method touched the spiritual particles, the little girl on the bed stopped struggling, stiffening like a toy doll, her empty eyes beautiful like silver-gray crystal.

"Little Jack, what's going on..."

“Stand behind me, Lingxia.” Artoria’s hair stood on end. A sense of crisis prompted her to stand in front of Lingxia, watching the human figure on the bed warily.

As Jack the Ripper summoned to the mortal world, he is actually an aggregate of vengeful spirits. In other words, he is merely a temporary manifestation of a young girl, an aggregate of fetuses abandoned at Whitechapel.

Now, Shuoyue's magic has freed her from the shackles of "Jack the Ripper".

The toy doll on the bed opened its mouth and spewed out a black, turbid substance—the condensation of countless vengeful spirits. The moment it touched the air, it turned into a thick fog, instantly surging towards the nearby survivors, trying to engulf them.

But before that, a hand with distinct knuckles grasped the invisible and intangible mist of resentment.

Hiss—it was as if they were plunging into highly concentrated aqua regia. Artoria and Rokudou Reika could clearly see that Sakumoku's palm was festering. Even though the platinum light pierced through it, it could only barely slow down the rate of erosion.

"How could this be..." Artoria's expression changed instantly, and Rokudou Reika also exclaimed in surprise.

"Mr. Shuoyue, you didn't tell us this would happen!"

If they had known that doing so would harm Shuoyue, they would never have agreed to his actions!

Faced with the two women's concern, Shuoyue's face showed no extra expression, as if the pain was a kind of comfort to him.

After the smoke dissipated, Jack's body, which was no longer sustained by resentment, began to dissipate. Just then, Shuoyue looked up.

"Now, my king."

Seeing the resolute look in Sakumoku's eyes, Artoria stopped hesitating and unleashed the true name of her Noble Phantasm without hesitation.

"Go, Avalon!"

The idyllic paradise, isolated from the world, transformed into a stream of light and merged into Little Jack's body. His body, which was on the verge of collapse, was immediately stabilized, and Shuoyue was able to withdraw her hands and begin to focus on dealing with the black mist spewed out by Little Jack.

"By command of the Command Spell, unite!"

Without Shuoyue saying anything more, Lingxia understood and activated the Command Spell. In an instant, the misty resentment was forcibly condensed and returned to its solid form. Seeing this, Shuoyue breathed a sigh of relief.

The plan has been going smoothly so far; all that's left is to purify the resentment so that Little Jack can be reborn.

But it was as if the heavens were against the new moon, because two familiar girls who shouldn't have appeared at this moment burst through the door with anxious expressions!

"Are you alright, Shuoyue?!"

"What are you two doing!" Shuoyue was shocked. Just as he was stunned, Saint Maiden rushed straight towards him, while Tamanu also drew his bow and launched an attack on the red team's Servant and Master—Artoria and Rokudou Reika!

From the two women's perspective, Shuoyue was not only 'imprisoned', but her arms were also corroded by resentment, and King Arthur was watching her with predatory eyes—it was time for a beauty to save the hero!

But neither of them noticed that at the moment they made their move, a fan-shaped image clearly appeared in Shuoyue's eyes, containing three parts emotion, three parts grievance, and four parts disbelief...

Is it you?

It was you guys?

Why am I not surprised at all?!

"Mom, be careful!"

The one who made the sound was none other than Little Jack, who was lying in bed under Avalon's protection. Under her intense emotional fluctuations, Shuoyue's arm was in excruciating pain, and the barely solidified mass of resentment exploded again, turning into a monster with its jaws wide open, which devoured everyone!

"Human abilities have limits, so I'm giving up being human, hahahahahaha..."

Amidst the unbridled laughter that rose from the depths of their souls, everyone in the room vanished into Sighishwara.

Chapter 507 Victoria the Detective Makes a Limited-Time Appearance

It was a particularly cold and gloomy city, shrouded in thick smog. A strong stench constantly emanated from the surroundings.

That was the stench of meat, the stench of organs, and the stench of vomit...

This isn't Tolfas—the buildings are completely different, and there are pedestrians on the streets. Although the smog has a pungent smell, it's not painful enough to cause discomfort.

I walked forward, but there was no solid feeling of my feet touching the ground; it felt as precarious and unsettling as stepping on a nylon bag.

This is an illusion, and it's right at the heart of a nightmare.

Realizing this, the young man broke free from the babbling in his ear, and his bizarre vision stabilized. A sharp pain shot through his arm, accompanied by the smell of burning and festering flesh.

As the epicenter of the outburst of resentment, Shuoyue was the most deeply and severely affected, but with the blessing of the Third Law, he was also the quickest to regain his senses.

A biting gust of cold wind blew past, and the crumpled newspaper fluttered up, only to be caught by Shuoyue.

The nightmare never ends.

Jack the Ripper

The newspaper described the horror in bold, large black font, and the pungent smell of ink hit my ears and nose.

Jack the Ripper, a terrifying legend from Whitechapel in foggy London, was a fleeting phenomenon in the 19th century, but then lingered in popular culture like a ghost.

Shuoyue rolled the newspaper into a stick shape, tapped it lightly against her palm, and squinted as she looked around—

Young children huddled together, their tattered clothes barely concealing their injuries; a bloated drunkard leaned against a telephone pole, casting cunning, wolf-like glances at the young man; a heavily made-up woman stood at the doorway, her hollow smile luring in sleazy customers…

In the distance, chimneys soared into the clouds, spewing the poison of the Industrial Revolution; mist drifted across the streets, nurturing unknowable shadows and sins.

"Ha, what a realistic world, my friend."

The young man's cold laughter seemed to have a magical power, repelling the gazes that were secretly watching him. Then, a hazy magical light shone, and when the people around looked over in surprise, they saw a completely transformed English gentleman walk out.

Dark suit, white shirt, narrow bow tie, Ulster coat, black leather gloves, and his signature top hat and walking stick.

If he were to add a pipe to his lips, coupled with the young man's already sharp eyes, the great detective would seem to have transcended a thousand years and stood once again on a Victorian-era street in England, perfectly blending into the dark city.

Having satisfied her small desire, Shuoyue nodded to the people around her, then gracefully began her search, seemingly slow but actually fast.

Unlike the original story, this time Jack is forced into the situation, but there is still hope for rescue.

“Artoria may not be present. Avalon, without magical support, won’t last long. If Little Jack is corrupted by resentment again and gets lost in the illusion, he will be beyond saving.”

The dim streetlights swayed as the gentleman walked through the foggy streets. He could hear the cries of children, the shouts of drunkards, and some unclear, ambiguous sounds around him, but he ignored them all. Suddenly, however, he stopped in his tracks.

A girl dressed in tattered clothes, with scars and bloodstains on her legs, stood at the street crossroads, facing the elegant and well-mannered gentleman, and reached out her hand to him.

"Please don't abandon me..."

The young boy's pleading was too much to refuse, so the gentleman walked up to the girl, half-squatted down, and took her hand.

Was it because she had permission? The girl stretched out her other cold arm and wrapped it around the gentleman's neck like a snake.

"Please warm me..."

"Why? Why does everyone bully me?"

"so cold……"

"I desperately want to be saved, so why is no one willing to save me?"

"I really want to be together..."

"I want to go back into my mother's tummy."

Those illusory ramblings and insane obsessions once again enveloped the gentleman. Despite the mental pollution that could drive an ordinary person mad, Shuoyue's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh all you want."

"This is the lowest level of the world, the end of Naraku. Whitechapel, London, the foggy city, a great human waste disposal site, a spider's nest from which you can never climb out once you fall in."

The voice did not come from the little vengeful spirit, but from the mouth of the handsome gentleman who had been captured by the girl.

The voice contained no hatred, no resistance, but rather a hint of pleasure and mockery that made the girl, a vengeful spirit, stare wide-eyed in disbelief. Just then, Shuoyue raised her head, her iridescent blue eyes meeting the girl's directly.

"So this is hell, a city of vice inhabited by inhuman beasts."

"You know what, I don't like it here, but I also enjoy it."

The girl tried to pull her hand away in terror, but Shuoyue grabbed her hand in return, pressing the cane in her left hand against the vengeful spirit's neck to prevent her from escaping, her words carrying the unique humor of an English gentleman.

“In a city rife with malice, I am not bound by people or things, and for me, this sense of freedom is the greatest reward.”

"In return, child, accept my prayer. Don't let my appearance fool you, I am actually a registered member of the church."

Ahhh—the girl's vengeful spirit let out a mournful howl, and the streetlights on the street began to flicker rapidly. Each time they went out and came back on, a new vengeful spirit possessed the child and cast an empty gaze at the gentleman.

"Are they here?" Shuoyue looked around and saw ghostly figures everywhere. He laughed from the bottom of his heart, but that laugh terrified the vengeful spirits.

"Then let's get started."

The girl in his arms tried to struggle, but this time, a hand gripped her head.

"Declaration——"

The moment those words were uttered, a purifying light illuminated the London fog, and the vengeful spirits cried out in despair, only to find themselves locked onto by iridescent blue eyes.

"I both destroy and create. I both harm and save."

A mournful cry arose, and the hands and feet began to struggle.

However, the gentleman's hand, as if possessing the strength of ten thousand men, gripped the vengeful spirit's face tightly.

"What cannot be surpassed is in my palm, what cannot be escaped is in my gaze; I will shatter them."

The merciful Lord cast a distant glance toward hell, and amidst the prayers of the believers, the collapse began.

Innocent people, innocent children, pure and flawless beings.

Her vision distorted, and the scene changed in an instant. Liu Daolingxia realized that she had lost her connection with Xiao Jieke. As a result, the mother lost her composure and called out her daughter's name on the unfamiliar street.

"Jack—Little Jack—"

Like a fool who willingly walks towards a curse, Lingxia naturally attracted the world's attention.

Thus, Liu Daolingxia witnessed it with her own eyes.

She witnessed a young girl being assaulted by a burly man with thick body hair in order to get her food for the day. She also saw a boy beating a girl to the ground with a stick in order to take her bread. Furthermore, she saw the boy having his hard-earned bread snatched away by a fierce-looking adult, and finally, the bread ending up in the hands of some inexplicable person.

As the street came to an end, a vehicle rolled over a loaf of bread, which flew high into the air and landed with a thud at Lingxia's feet. Just as she bent down to pick it up, the magic circuits belonging to the Osare clan sounded an alarm.

"Come with us."

A child behind Lingxia hugged her, showing the same affection as when facing a mother.