I, Fujimaru Ritsuka, am back with a max-level character!

Swords, axes, spears, halberds, and countless other divine artifacts gleaming with golden light surged forth from the shimmering ripples.

"Feel the terror of the myriad phenomena, or have you lost the courage to resist?"

......

"Damn it... I can't break free at all."

The young emperor looked at the group of magical artifacts that shone brightly and were filled with a terrifying threat.

"Although I have no memory of it, you have undoubtedly penetrated my soul."

"This body, this spiritual foundation, this soul tell me... I must cross the golden light before me, to ravage, to trample, to plunder!"

"Here we go, Busifalas! The target is the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh—!"

With the help of Lev's magic, Alexander struggled to break free from the iron face that bound him tightly, and then he and his black steed became one, charging towards Gilgamesh on air.

"Sigh... Here we go again? It's not quite the same as the adult 'me'. Actually, I don't want to be your enemy, after all, I only have ordinary power right now."

"But even so..."

Young Flash covered his forehead, his scarlet eyes gleaming with a strange light: "Let me see again. Just how far will your domineering spirit and ambition go this time?"

The blond boy calmly faced the frenzied trampling.

The roar of that lone rider was as magnificent as the stampede of ten thousand horses!

Tap tap! Tap tap! Tap tap!

Horses gallop, a young man draws his sword.

The battle for the young king unfolded like a fateful duel.

Glory lies on the other side; it is precisely because it is unattainable that we must challenge it.

One after another, the treasures shot out at speeds exceeding the speed of sound, producing an unprecedented roar.

"Hahahaha, I'm so happy, really so happy! You, although you're not as entertaining as that girl, you're still a decent diversion."

"Come on, just charge at me like that!"

The Noble Phantasm transformed into a golden rain; the power of its light and its instantaneous speed pierced through the body of the black steed.

"Bousifaras!" Alexander cried out, tumbling off his horse.

"There's no time to worry about other creatures. My suggestion is that you might be better off worrying about yourself."

They wield their Noble Phantasms as if they were free, and even if they only possess less than half of their original Noble Phantasms, their reserves are still enormous.

"The Gate of Babylon, with its star-like Noble Phantasms, unleashes them endlessly like arrows... Ah... On the contrary, can you summon your endless army?"

"I can still use the treasure vault, though~~"

The blond boy watched with delight as the young conqueror king continued his charge.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!

Each one is deadly enough; each one possesses the power to destroy itself.

Gilgamesh, humanity's strongest Heroic Spirit!

"Drink! Aa ...

A handsome young man in a red cloak, filled with unruly ambition and a dream of conquest, raised his longsword.

"Gilgamesh, I will stake my ambition and my dominance on this one strike! If you have the guts, take it!"

The red-haired boy roared like a raging fire.

"Hmm~~ This is indeed perfect."

"You deserve praise for actually getting to me... But there are countless ways to defeat you... Let me give you a little bit of respect, you should thank me properly."

"All doors open!"

"Sorry, Ea isn't with me right now, so I have to use this to respond to you."

The oldest young king smiled and uttered the declaration of certain death.

The golden ripples expanded even further in an instant, and their power and rate of fire surpassed those of the past.

No matter when, no matter which heroic spirit.

Wanting to challenge Gilgamesh was an extremely wrong decision.

Moreover, Young Flash wouldn't be so arrogant as to not even use a shield.

.......

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A burst of golden light.

That moment felt like eternity.

Time seemed to have turned back to 1994, as if in some other world, in some Holy Grail War.

The man clutched the red cloth in his hand tightly; the cloth was quite tattered.

Time and years have left their mark on it, yet it is still treasured.

Simply because it was something that a certain king once owned.

"Damn it, this ominous feeling!"

"What happened to that guy?!"

The man ran anxiously. Those guys shouldn't be able to break through his Stone Soldier Formation anytime soon... and that young, foolish king should be alright too...

hateful! hateful!

Despite his weakened state, the man kept running forward.

They ran and ran, breaking through the scorched forest, until they reached the battlefield that had been almost completely leveled.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, the same thing happening again... Damn it!"

That golden hue, though not the one I'd ever seen before, was that of a king who looked down upon the world and reigned supreme.

But the strategist's discerning eye told him, told this man who had once participated in the Holy Grail War.

It's him!

The highest peak that even the great hero Rider had to look up to, the oldest king of mankind—Gilgamesh!

The light from the Lock of Heaven pierced the red-haired boy's heart in an instant.

"Ugh...!"

"How could this be?!" The man's lips trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The fight between the two boys was very short, and the outcome was decided almost in the blink of an eye.

Just like back then.

The Conqueror King's attack was completely pointless.

Even the golden armor couldn't be touched.

"Ah, it's you... Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm still very strong. Even if you join the team, you probably still wouldn't have a chance to beat me."

The blond boy twisted his heels and slowly turned his head.

With his hands in his pockets, he had no rivals.

“Rider——!”

"I'm sorry, teacher... I think I lost again... I'm sorry, I really can't take it anymore... But why... did I say again..."

The red-haired boy, now pierced, revealed a dim gaze and a hint of unresolved sorrow in his eyes, before transforming into a blue quantum.

Follow the wind

It drifted away with the wind.

"Rider!!!!!"

He looked like a middle-aged man whose spirit had collapsed.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Situation Reversed

"Damn it, even Rider lost! Useless, utterly useless. That just goes to show that humans are all trash!"

Professor Rafe's eyes turned icy.

"Berserk Saber, slay the young King of Heroes!"

Okita Souji's eyes were still extremely unfocused, as if he couldn't believe what he had done.

"This is an order! Okita! If a swordsman with super speed but no divinity is to deal with that guy... then all of the King of Heroes' trump cards will be useless!"

"I want Fujimaru Ritsuka to know that his last resort is completely meaningless!"

"Ugh~" Young Flash scratched the back of his head in annoyance: "Well, how many times have I told you, don't call me King of Heroes anymore. I'm a different being from [that]... Seriously, how do I explain it to you guys so you can understand...."

锔——!

A cold glint flashed, and the cyan-clad girl's blade arrived in the blink of an eye.

"So fast--!"

Yu Shan glanced at the blade's edge, quickly dodged, and leaped down from the height.

"Oh dear, that was close."

"Hey, can you not suddenly attack someone when they're talking? Well, it's no use talking to you now, poor big sister."

As he spoke, Young Flash unleashed countless Noble Phantasms without mercy, his gaze fixed on the swordsman who was destined for the Bakumatsu period.

The golden light pierced through Okita Souji's body easily, but...

"There's no real feeling of it piercing an object... Is it an afterimage? This speed is terrifying... It's still too difficult for a little kid like me to handle."

"Oh dear... I really tried too hard."