Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

What do you mean I'm not wearing clothes? I'm definitely wearing clothes!

Chapter Twenty-Five: Burn it! This filthy world is not worth saving by this king.

"Has the Second Beast also descended?" When Tiamat arrived in the mortal world, Solomon, far away in Germany, sensed the presence of his kind and couldn't help but speak.

When Kiritsugu Emiya asked what it was...

He uttered a chilling answer.

'Human evil—the beast symbolizing the principle of return, whose true form is Tiamat, the creator goddess of Mesopotamia…'

That was an opponent that even Goetia would be wary of.

When he learned about the final trial of humanity, Kiritsugu Emiya began to understand some of the concepts of human evil. The so-called human evil is human love itself. The desire to destroy humanity is not based on malice towards humanity, but on things that are loved.

Because malice is only temporary, and its value diminishes with use. What truly threatens humanity, however, is the very desire to protect human principles—the spirit's fangs bared at the present peace, yearning for a better future.

From this perspective, there's really no difference between saying that Kiritsugu Emiya's ideal world is the same as the beast's ideal world.

No matter how good Kiritsugu Emiya's initial intentions were, and he never intended to harm the world, his unrealistic desires would be a burden to the world itself if he wanted to realize them.

In the end, besides making a grave mistake before realizing its error, the only other outcome would be like the trolley problem that the black mud made it witness during World War IV, where the desire to wipe out all of humanity to achieve a world without conflict was realized in advance. Only by understanding in advance that the Holy Grail had already been corrupted during World War IV would one understand how terrible that wish was.

Throughout history, it's not just heroes who have grand ambitions; villains can be too.

Upon hearing that yet another beast had descended, and that it was a monster of the rank of the Creator Goddess, Kiritsugu Emiya felt extremely anxious.

The world is facing a tremendous crisis!! The way to realize his ideals is right before his eyes; all he has to do is defeat these beasts. But never before has Kiritsugu Emiya realized how anxious and terrifying this situation is. If he could, he would rather not pursue his wish to be a 'partner of justice'. But the current situation is clearly beyond his control.

at the same time--

Tokyo—the magic family. As the last of the three starter families besides the Sajou and Reirōkan families, if the Sajou family corresponds to the Einzbern family and the Reirōkan family corresponds to the prototype of the Tohsaka family in the old version of the starter families, then the three Ise families correspond to the family of that evil old insect—the Matou family.

As the prototype of the Matou family, this magical family naturally also has many inhumane and unknown abhorrent things.

Although the Ise family believed that this was how a true magician should be, and indeed not only the Ise family, magicians of this era who were humane were considered outliers.

But—to Heroic Spirits, to the heroes of human history, magicians are the dirtiest and most despicable things in the world.

This is one of the reasons why many kings, when summoned, generally have little affection for magicians.

'What is a hero? A king knows. Standing firmly on the earth, drinking deeply of the lingering blade of the wind, and his brother Ozymandias was such a man, a man of compassion.'

Unlike his brown skin, Ozymandias possessed the white skin characteristic of the Narts, so King Seti ultimately entrusted the throne of the earth god to his son. Ozymandias, possessing unparalleled talent, was a brother to whom Ozymandias was equal in both character and wisdom, and was just as qualified to be Pharaoh.

The moment he responded to the summons, he piloted the Dark Night Sun Ship and blasted the Ise Three Families who had summoned him into dust.

The magician who, having obtained the 'false Command Seal,' considered himself the chosen one and arrogantly used the Pharaoh's relic to summon the Pharaoh, was instantly blasted to smithereens, leaving not even ashes behind.

Ozymandias wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to act under other circumstances, but he was in a bad mood because of something, and this bastard just happened to have touched a nerve. So be it!

Although this would deprive him of his magic supply, preventing him from staying in the mortal world for much longer, which made Ramses II, who wanted to see his good brother and get revenge on Tiamat, feel quite regretful, compared to that, it was indeed a sin to let that damned magician breathe even a second more.

While still in the mortal world, Ozymandias began to wander around the backyard of the Ise-san family. Although he had killed his Master and the main members of his family, Ozymandias could still feel the supply of magic power. Following that connection, he discovered a disgusting spot.

The twelve figures dressed in the white robes of scholars or doctors of this century, upon witnessing the powerful pharaoh arriving by ship, immediately knelt down in fear.

Ignoring these guys, Ozymandias glanced to the side at a long row of alchemical machines—"How ridiculous..."

Ragnarok II scoffed. His attempt to fuse modern science and magic, and his successful achievement of a magical power supply, was, in his view, utterly pathetic. It was a futile attempt to compensate for the deficiencies of the mystical with machines, making the mystical even more vulnerable to 'collapse,' only to be met with further attempts to compensate with machines. This was the essence of a vicious cycle…

"How ugly..." I already thought magicians had nothing to offer that could be called beautiful, but now I felt even more disgusted.

The source of those machines is fresh lives, which they extract magic by draining those lives dry.

Such people existed even during the Pharaoh's lifetime, but the vast majority were those who betrayed the cause. They couldn't distinguish right from wrong, and they didn't even understand the basic principle that ordinary people should revere the Pharaoh.

"Burn it!" Amid the horrified gazes of these scholars, Rabindranath Thunberg uttered these cold and ruthless words, making the final decision.

Use the magic these guys provide to destroy them.

Just like the so-called Masters he destroyed not long ago—those old things with their 'boring ambitions'.

Destroy this place, and then leave.

As for saving these lives, Ramses II would never do anything 'unnecessary'. These people were not his subjects and had no obligation to protect him. Even if he saved them, they would be mostly useless anyway. Giving them a release now was the best outcome.

As for using the magic of these guys to survive and then to hunt down the beasts?

He was greeted with such filth and disgust upon his arrival. Since the world is so corrupt, what reason does he have to continue to protect humanity? Moreover—he has to use these filthy magic powers.

However—just as he was about to use his Noble Phantasm, a faint light caught Ramses II's attention.

As one of the sources of magic, the young child with tubes inserted into his body is an individual whose appearance and temperament are remarkably similar to his best friend in life, Moses.

With just a glance, one could roughly discern the fragility of the young child's life.

"What's your name?" Wang asked the toddler with great interest.

Hearing someone calling his name, the boy weakly opened his eyes.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Wang is usually a lunatic; Mom: They're all so well-behaved!

With pale, uncolored eyes, she looked back at the radiance of the 'sun,' and the moment their eyes met.

Those eyes, devoid of desire and ambition, those clear windows to the soul, left Ozymandias stunned.

So alike! So very alike! His brother, whom he was so proud of.

Based on this wondrous connection, the king's tone unconsciously softened, and he calmly inquired, "I am the great Pharaoh. If you submit to me, I am willing to be magnanimous, listen to your wishes, and bestow upon you some mercy." Seeing that the child was having difficulty even speaking, Ramses II did not feel disrespected because the child did not answer his question. He was a proud king, but not arrogant.

His gaze, filled with pity, swept over her as he pondered: 'If you wish to die, I will end your life now, granting you release… For the sake of your face, I will take pity on you and end your life myself… Quickly make a wish to me!! Mortal!!'

Of course—if one dares to make those filthy and pointless wishes, it will greatly disappoint Rama II, and the consequences of disappointing the king are quite terrible.

What is the true inner desire of a person on the verge of death, their last wish?

Humanity of this era—! Let him see.

However—"...I have...a...wish."

Seemingly genuinely believing in the words of this stranger who claimed to be a pharaoh, a glimmer of hope rose in the boy's heart, or perhaps it was simply a way to express his innermost feelings before he died.

Through the ventilator, his trembling voice strained out: "I hope that everyone in the world... can... be very happy..."

The voice was so weak it was unbelievable, yet Wang looked into the child's eyes with a shocked expression.

"What?" He wondered if he had misheard, or if there was something wrong with his ears.

The demeanor of a king? No, not that. The spirit of a warrior? No, not that either. Magical talent? No, certainly not something so lowly! This feeling, this aura, this nobility.

Just like the saint who once parted the seas, he led his people to find Moses, the saint of Canaan, under God's guidance! His childhood playmate and best brother!

Ahh—it was so long ago, I almost forgot!! How could I forget! One of the two people I loved most in my life.

"We hope that peace will come to earth. The gods in the heavens, the pharaohs, and the gods worshipped by the Narna people must also have the same wish."

"Oh? You're not the Pharaoh, yet you understand the hearts of the Pharaoh and the gods?" I still remember that was how I answered this imaginative brother.

You are wiser than anyone else, and possess far greater knowledge than I do; you should also become a pharaoh…

"Three thousand and several hundred years have passed, yet I still hear the same words. Rejoice! Bound mortals. Because of your existence, I allow this filthy world to continue to exist!"

Out of admiration for such a saint, Ramses II finally began to re-examine humanity in this era.

Wang—usually mentally ill.

Just as someone wanted to unleash evil upon this world to judge it, only those who survived were qualified to live in the new world—a kind of chuunibyou flash (a term used to describe someone with delusions of grandeur).

Just like Ramses II, who could destroy everything on a whim, and then save everything on a whim, thus bearing the enormous responsibility of saving the world.

"I am the sun, I am the king!! Hahahaha!! Okay!! I admit it!! I will still rule this world that I have ruled before!! I still have an obsession with it!! Because this world is destined to accept my rule!!!! Heroes of the past and present!!! Evil beasts, all of you shall fall before the Pharaoh's glory!!!"

He made up his mind: if he couldn't walk side by side with that brother, then they would become rivals!

He must defeat all the heroic spirits who oppose him, and at the same time defeat the Second Beast and the Final Trial!

As for faction battles?

What is that boring thing?

In this era, the only ones truly worthy of being his adversaries are the beasts! The other heroic spirits are far too insignificant and fragile; he can simply be dealt with easily.

Before that, he needs to sign a new contract to remain in the present world.

And so, the first day of the true and false Holy Grail War passed.

Time comes to night.

That night, Linglongguan introduced Tiamat to everyone, without even hiding her real name.

After all, hiding one's true name is to prevent enemies from attacking the weaknesses in the mythology. However, whether it's Night or Tiamat, the concept of a weakness simply doesn't exist. Even if there were something like a weakness in the mythology, anyone who tried to use it as a strategy would inevitably suffer a terrible fate.

The gap in strength across dimensions is not so easy to bridge.

Meanwhile, the Sajo family, who had stayed as guests because of the alliance matters discussed during the day, also froze upon hearing Yoru's introduction of Tiamat.

Originally all smiles, Aika couldn't hide the gleam in her eyes the moment she saw Yoru. She stared at Yoru with an open smile, but when she saw the young-looking Ti Ma beside him, she had a bad feeling.

Not to mention, Sajō Aika felt immense terror from Tiamatsu.

The humanoid figure standing before me is, in essence, an incredibly enormous and terrifying thing.

This premonition was completely confirmed after the head of Linglong Pavilion introduced both parties' identities, and then after Ye also introduced Ti Ma's identity.

Tiamat?!

The creator god of Mesopotamia?

If the Root Princess was only somewhat fearful, flustered, and embarrassed because of Ti Ma's identity, especially now that she has lost her omniscience and omnipotence after Night arrived in this world, retaining only a portion of her power—a power that would crush others but is utterly insignificant to beasts—how could she not be flustered?

If Sajō Aika panicked, then the head of the Reirōkan and Sajō Hiroki were even more flustered.

Wait—who is this female Heroic Spirit?

Mother Goddess of Creation, Mother Goddess of Creation!!! Even if they didn't understand the concept of beasts, just understanding the origin of a myth and what kind of monster the creator goddess really was was enough to shock and terrify them, as humans and magicians.

Because they weren't completely ignorant, the more they came into contact with the mysticism and understood the existence of God, the more they were terrified when faced with this ultimate master. Hiroki Sajou and the head of the Reiryukan were so frightened that they fainted.

On the contrary, Misaya Reirōdō and Ayaka Sājirō, who were still young children and whose worldviews were not yet formed, were somewhat afraid of the title of the creator god, but were also very curious and secretly looked at Tiamat's beautiful face.

After all, this petite mom is just too adorable.

Furthermore, with her power restrained, apart from her somewhat unusual dragon horns, Tiamat appears to be just an adorable little girl, making it difficult for anyone to feel any awe towards her.

Faced with the children's curious and inquisitive gazes, Ti's mother was not angry at all; on the contrary, she felt happy inside.

She sees all things as her children...