Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

'Being forced to witness extremely unpleasant realities and to remember utterly ugly ecosystems will naturally lead to thoughts of solving such dire circumstances.'

'But what should be done? Even if the filth is removed, humanity will immediately generate new filth.' This premise is flawed. As long as life exists, this error cannot be corrected.'

finally--

It was no longer a questioning voice coming from the heavens.

Instead, it was the questioning of the demon god pillars of the past reflected in the sky from the throne on the earth.

Goetia spoke coldly: "There is only one answer, of course: start over! Begin from scratch, rebuild everything into its complete form. Not from history, not from ecology, not from the continent, not from time—but from nothing."

"Perfect timing! Now—let us announce to all the heroic spirits and gods of human history who have invaded this land, that you may die knowing the whole story! Our goal is to restart the plan to revitalize this planet. For this, we need a great deal of resources. We need a huge amount of firewood."

"Just like the heat generated by the burning of all life on this planet. Even recycling it only once is not enough. We need to travel from the future to the past and recycle it all. One second. One minute. One hour. One day. One month. One year. While returning to the past, we recycle the heat generated during these times."

They wanted to eliminate all ugliness in the world—in the eyes of the Demon Pillars, 'the civilization created by humankind' was ugly and unbearable.

Wanting to create beautiful things—! For this, even at the cost of sacrificing the entire human world, burning the heat of an entire world every second, and this time will be traced back to the beginning of everything, to the chaos before the birth of this planet.

That's equivalent to how many complex worlds?!

So terrifying!

Now—the mystery has finally been solved, and even Chaldea has benefited, learning the whole truth in this final singularity.

That was an overly idealistic and beautiful grand ambition, for which a demon god cruelly killed countless times, for which the number of seconds had become uncountable.

Goetia: "This method will achieve our goal. Recover approximately xxx years' worth of 'the planet's maximum heat.' When all of this is recovered, managed, and controlled, our great undertaking will be accomplished. Finally—we inscribe our anger here, to provide a path for our brethren to follow."

"Build the temple. Overlap the light bands. To destroy humanity, we need all the resources. To forget humanity, we need all the time."

Goetia stood up from his throne and looked toward the direction of the Eighth Stronghold.

At this moment, it seemed as if the location of the army of heroic spirits had already been locked from afar.

Before that absolute evil arrives, let's annihilate its entire army! Right here—! Let this be the burial ground for the heroic spirits of human history!

However—before Goetia could even begin to unleash its power.

It seems that the previous announcement and the image of the Temple of the Grand Time hanging upside down in the sky stimulated something.

Suddenly—in the starry sky, countless meteors began to fall, shattering the illusion in the heavens.

A pure and holy female voice suddenly rang out: "Since the establishment of the Age of Primates, it has flourished for thousands of years. The Age of Gods ended, and humans, who experienced the Gregorian calendar, became the most prosperous species on Earth. We are beings who will determine the future of the stars and inscribe our names on them."

"For this reason, we have nurtured a great deal of knowledge, created a great deal of resources, and circulated a great deal of life. The reason for humanity's longevity, steadfastness, strength, and prosperity is the nautical chart of humankind."

"In the world of magic, this is called the Human Principle. Chaldea regards it as their supreme mission and has been striving to protect it."

The saintess, holding aloft the banner of irises, descended from a beam of light. Unaware that she was late, she thought the great battle had just begun and that Chaldea desperately needed the reinforcements of their heroic spirits. So she firmly delivered her rebuttal to Goetia, only to open her eyes and see...

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Chapter 116 Lostbelt Morgan's Maternal Radiance, Little Mo: This can't possibly be my mom!

A blush crept onto Joan of Arc's fair face as she gazed at the massive army of heroic spirits before her, which was not only far greater in number but also frighteningly stronger in terms of spiritual origins than the reinforcements she had brought.

Her voice suddenly became flustered and stammering. She completely forgot what she wanted to say, and all that came out was, "Eh, eh?! Uh...yes, I'm sorry. Did I come to the wrong place?"

At this moment, it was as if Joan of Arc had transformed from a French saint back into that country girl in an instant. If she hadn't been holding up the fleur-de-lis banner, she would no longer be the French flag, but the banner of humanity. If she didn't have such a heavy responsibility on her shoulders...

She must have been so ashamed that she dropped the flag, clashed her fingers together, and buried her head in the ground.

After anxiously looking around, Jeanne finally spotted familiar figures—Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash, and the others—standing in the other direction. She breathed a sigh of relief, then murmured in confusion, "Um…did I make a mistake? Is Chaldea's summoning technology that advanced now? Were all these Servants summoned by their Masters? They don't actually need us as reinforcements?"

Whoosh!

Immediately, the armies of Heroic Spirits from the Greek, Roman, and Norse schools all turned to look at the Chaldean group that had followed them.

Previously engrossed in the intense pursuit of the Demon God Pillar, the army of Heroic Spirits didn't notice that a few tagalongs were following behind them.

Now that they've discovered it—even if they weren't looking at it with malicious intent, it still put immense pressure on Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mashu, and the others.

Gudako hurriedly waved her hands, saying, "No, no, no, I don't have that much mana to summon so many Heroic Spirits!!"

Gudako had a look on her face that said, "Don't get me into trouble, Jeanne!"

Hiss! Alexander was being stared at by an endless sea of ​​heroic spirits, with so many eyes on him. This was a nightmare he would have at night. Even facing Solomon directly didn't put him under this much pressure!

With so many Heroic Spirits, one person with a sword could probably hack a Lightning-level Servant to pieces.

Not to mention there are two behemoths flying in the sky. If this causes a misunderstanding, just thinking about the terrifying power of the Moon Goddess shooting through the human defense line of the Demon God Pillar makes him feel extremely depressed!

Eh? !

It wasn't summoned by the Master?

Joan of Arc: "...!"

At this moment, the more than twenty meteors that descended from the horizon transformed into the Heroic Spirits that Gudako was familiar with from the previous singularities and descended behind Jeanne d'Arc. They all looked at the army of Heroic Spirits in front of them as if facing a formidable enemy.

They were also somewhat confused about what was going on.

So, are these allies or enemies?!

When Gudako saw so many familiar faces arrive, despite the immense pressure she was under, she was incredibly moved: "Everyone, you actually—you all came?!"

Among the Heroic Spirits who arrived with memories of the Singularity—Alter (Lancer) coldly said, "—Master, what's going on? Aren't you going to explain this to us?!"

Weren't they here to fight the Demon Pillars?

How did I suddenly find myself confronting so many heroic spirits?

Seeing the spiritual auras of those individuals, each no weaker than a Knight of the Round Table, the sheer number of them put pressure on the powerful Black Gunner.

Sudden--

From within the army of heroes, a voice rang out: "Wait, is that Father?!"

In the Holy Grail War world, Gilgamesh, Ozymandias, and Mordred had already entered with the army of Heroic Spirits. Mordred became excited when she noticed Artoria Alter (Lancer) and Artoria Alter (Sword) behind Jeanne d'Arc.

At this moment, they even became eager to try and fight this group of heroic spirits as enemies as well!

My father, with such an evil aura, is definitely—an enemy siding with the Demon God Pillar! So it wouldn't matter if I killed him, would it?!

Meanwhile, in this Holy Grail War world, when Saber saw Mordred's eager expression, his face immediately darkened.

She also noticed another side of herself, a black Saber-class and Lancer-class form whose spirit origins were clearly off.

How could she have fallen to such a state?! But the aura on her spirit core—it was undoubtedly her own.

Noticing Mordred's hostility, both the black-sword and sword-wielding characters turned hostile. It seemed that this rebellious son had gone against their wishes again, and he should be taught a lesson.

Seeing Mordred's obvious hostility—or rather, her itch to draw her sword and kill someone the moment she saw her father—in this tense atmosphere...

Suddenly, a noble queen appeared between the two sides.

"That's enough, Mordred. I don't recall ever teaching you to be so rude." Lostbelt Queen Morgan suddenly appeared and reprimanded Mordred.

Mordred, who had just peeked out, immediately withdrew her head upon seeing the beautiful, noble woman before her—completely different from the vicious woman she remembered—whose aura was undeniably genuine. She was nonetheless the 'Mother' of the Lostbelt world. "Mother?!"

Having grown up in Morgan's shadow, Mordred's reaction was almost instinctive; she dared not disobey this seemingly young, beautiful, and exceptionally elegant version of Morgan.

Lostbelt Morgan, being a pure Paradise Fairy rather than a human, has no relation to Mordred, but she does possess her own memories of Pan-Human History and is naturally familiar with Mordred.

Morgan easily suppressed Mordred, then turned around and said, "After the Demon King Goetia burned away the humanity of the parallel universe, was it Fujimaru Ritsuka, the last Master of humanity in that world, and Chaldea, who supported her actions and constantly repaired the singularity to save humanity?"

“These are not your enemies. Rather, you share the same goal in wanting to destroy that beast of mercy—the Humanity Burning Ceremony.”

At this moment, Morgan himself doesn't know why he's here, or even why he's helping these heroic spirits and Chaldea clear up their misunderstandings.

Perhaps—it was simply that they didn't want to see that person's army wasted in meaningless battles, so they subconsciously stepped forward to help 'that person'.

Clearly—she hasn't forgiven him yet.

But why? Perhaps it's because that man admitted that Mordred was his 'child'.

Because of this, even as a Lostbelt member, she couldn't help but acknowledge that Mordred was her child.

Child?

A long-lost ripple stirred in his heart. How long had it been since he had felt warmth in his wounded, frozen heart? After acknowledging Mordred's identity, Morgan couldn't help but glance at Mordred.

Although his expression remained as cold and aloof as ever, there was a hint of complex emotion in his eyes.

That motherly gaze, seemingly unsure how to face her child, a mixture of bewilderment and concern, though fleeting, was keenly captured by Mordred, a child who had lacked love since childhood.

In that instant—not only did I not feel warmth, but I even felt fear and horror.

Mordred: ? ? ? !

No, this is my mom?! How could this be my mom?!

That woman could show that kind of maternal love in her eyes?

Hiss~!

Chapter 117 My Father and My Mother? Xiao Mo: Who Did You Have Me With?

This might not be a real Morgan!

"Morgan!!!" Instantly, King Arthur's hostile tone tripled!

Sure enough, regardless of whether their hair is black or white, and regardless of their class, everyone would subconsciously frown and draw their weapons upon seeing Morgan, as if they were ready to slap a skull onto him.

"Wait, your spirit origin—!??" The ahoge were the first to show hostility, but they were also the first to notice the abnormality of Morgan's spirit origin.

Morgan, summoned by Ayaka Sajou, is a special individual formed by the fusion of Ash from the Lostbelt and the Spirit Origin of Artoria Caster, the fairy from the Grand Sword. She possesses the memories of both, but the Ash from the Norse era dominates her personality.

When the Heroic Spirits from the Lostbelts descend upon this place, they will have their own Spirit Origin from the Pan-Human History form merged twice to achieve the purpose of disguise.

Just like the moon goddess and the goddess of love before.

Morgan here also has some familiar elements in his spirit origin.

Sword Master exclaimed in disbelief, "How is this possible?! My spirit origin... aura?"

Wait, what exactly is this woman in front of me?

It was a mixture of the Queen's aura, her own aura, and some other special auras that they couldn't understand (paradise fairies), along with a massive and terrifyingly large spirit base.

That's definitely not the scale of a normal Heroic Spirit's Spirit Origin; it's probably on par with the previous Grand Lancer Achilles.

Black Gunner and Black Sword also temporarily set aside their hostility, revealing a somewhat shocked look in their eyes for the first time. This was even more unbelievable than the fact that they had reversed—it was practically a British nightmare.

That evil Queen Morgan has merged with their own spirit origin?!

Xiao Mo: "Huh?!?!"