Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Whenever Boudica says she wants to forgive or stop seeking revenge, or utters any nonsense about "because of love" while reading those eyes-polluting Shiramine comics, Tsugumi immediately takes action to punish her and the entire Asiani!

Boudica's leather straps snapped with a snap, and without hesitation, she stood up and stared into Tsurugi's eyes.

Then, kneel down on one knee.

“I don’t know who you are, but you saved me and my daughter.” Boudica took a deep breath and gripped Tsugumi’s hand with all her might, her eyes flashing with hatred.

"But I want revenge! I want revenge on Rome, on that empire that has no glory or dignity!"

"Very well, I will grant you the power of revenge."

Tsugumi smiled with satisfaction and pleasure, reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and the next moment—

A crimson glow, carrying the shattered souls and anguish of countless Romans, gave rise to the Queen's soul, forcibly shaping her spirit origin within the Throne of Heroes, while the incantation tore her soul apart once more!

Her eyes widened, and a hoarse, broken roar, seemingly stained with iron and blood, burst forth from the deepest part of her chest, breaking free of the shackles of her throat, echoing clearly across the plain.

"war!!!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: There will be more content in the Rome section, since the entire Type-Moon Age of Gods storyline is quite long. Of course, there will definitely be illustrations, absolutely no exceptions! The overall length of the Age of Gods is about seven or eight days, followed by the Cup War (I'm debating whether to go directly to the Fifth World War or just ride the wave in Snowfield City), and although she's a fringe Servant, I like Brynhildr!

Changing styles doesn't stop the killing spree! : 152. The Counterattack Starting from the Arena

Let's go back six months.

That day, Tsugumi returned to Type-Moon.

Or to be more precise, the Tsurugi arrived at the Type-Moon a month after a world had been wiped out.

Why, you ask? During that month or so, he was really worried, so he went to the Jealousy Ring and took care of those little rascals.

Nightmare, absolutely a nightmare! Taking care of a bunch of energetic kids, and you can't hit them or yell at them, or they'll burst into tears!

After turning into little devils, these imps weren't just energetic, they had limitless energy!

He kept calling me "brother" and "boss," it was driving him crazy!

The psychological trauma he suffered from caring for the child made him desperately need other ways to relieve it!

But he didn't return to Fuyuki. As soon as he landed, he was certain that he was in Rome.

As for why you should ask him?

This is the infamous Roman Colosseum at a glance.

The Alaya-vijnana of the ditch, or perhaps it's his system, assigned him, Grandpa Tsurugi, the identity of a gladiator!

Damn, that's incredibly bold! Absolutely outrageous! Good heavens!

Standing before Dongjiang were more than a hundred fully armed soldiers, clad in heavy bronze armor, wielding short swords, spears, and square shields. Their exposed muscles were smeared with pre-battle paint, making them look like ghosts crawling out of hell.

Dongjiang, on the other hand, was opposite them. He wore a plain white silk robe, his hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, and he held an eight-sided Han sword in his hand. He looked like a handsome ancient man from a cultivation novel.

Damn, this art style is off!

Tsugumi squinted. At the highest point of the stands, a nobleman dressed in luxurious oriental silk with a pale white toga—the owner of the arena—was introducing Tsugumi's identity in a loud voice.

"Citizens, look! Standing in the arena are one hundred well-armed Gallic barbarians, strong and robust, bloodthirsty and cruel!"

"And opposite him is his opponent in this battle!"

"A warrior from Seres, the land renowned for its beautiful silk, named Dongjiang!!!"

From the stands, cheers and applause from citizens and nobles thundered.

But it's not for those Gallic gladiators they used to admire, but for this young man from the East!

All the noblewomen gazed at the incomparably handsome young man from the East with eyes as alluring as silk threads—and of course, many men did the same.

Oh, look at that young face, black hair and black eyes, handsome features, fair and healthy skin, as perfect as a sculpture meticulously crafted by Apollo.

The ancient Greek poet Stratton once said that the innocent twelve-year-old boy brings me joy, but the thirteen-year-old boy arouses my desire even more; the fourteen-year-old is the more beautiful flower of love; the fifteen-year-old is even more charming; the sixteen-year-old is the flower pursued by the gods; and the seventeen-year-old is not even in my reach, only Zeus can enjoy him.

Look at this stunningly handsome young man; even though he's over seventeen, he still possesses such beauty.

Isn't this a beauty that only Jupiter could enjoy?

Then wouldn't we, who had a one-night stand with him, be living as well as the God-King!

The allure of a body and face imbued with the magic of desire is absolute.

In a sense, this can be considered an inherent skill of a naturally beautiful young man with a strong physique.

"What a waste! I'm willing to pay 50,000 dinars (silver coins) for him!!!"

On the stands, a stout male nobleman spoke excitedly, his eyes blatantly filled with greed and covetousness.

"Okadras, you're as cheap as your name! Fifty thousand denarius? I'll offer fifty thousand aure (gold coins)!"

An elderly noblewoman said disdainfully.

On the stands, the crowd was in a frenzy, and what should have been a proper duel turned into something resembling an auction.

Under the burning gaze of over a thousand gay men, Tsugumi remained silent.

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Is this Chengdu?

But ancient Rome was like this, inheriting the customs of ancient Greek Mediterranean civilization. This group of people not only did not reject homosexuality, but actually appreciated and pursued it.

Although Roman civilization is the origin of Western civilization and a rather great civilization, compared to the East at the same time, this group of people did not have any single doctrine that could systematically regulate their morality like Confucianism.

Later, in the third century AD, Catholicism replaced the Pantheon and became the mainstream of Roman Catholicism. To many, this seemed like another shameless usurpation by Catholicism, but in reality…

Is it possible that among this group of neurotic, delusional, and pro-coup enthusiasts, Catholic faith and the demand for moral standards can be considered a huge step forward?

There's no need to elaborate on my great teacher, but even his descendants could at least make you stop the disgusting habit of human sacrifice, right?

Men must unite with women (take notes)

The hole at the back is for defecating (taking notes).

Everyone is equal before God... never mind, let's just scrap that and at least have some feudal system (taking notes).

Although his notes might not even be of any use to his descendants...

All of this does not exist in the first century AD.

"He is not a slave, gentlemen!" the arena's master hurriedly stepped forward to clarify.

"He is a free man, a warrior and a sage from the East, and we have no right to trade him. Unless he loses this game."

"Then what are we waiting for? You Gallic barbarians, beat him to his knees, but don't you dare hurt his lovely face!!!"

"Hooray, I can't wait to enjoy myself like Jupiter!"

The nobles in the stands immediately began to encourage the duel, eager to see Tsurugi fall to the ground and become a slave!

Feeling so many disgusted stares, Tsugumi chose to simply pull out her horn—

His threats were quite effective.

The system emitted a series of sounds almost instantly.

'A deeper understanding of the power of the humanistic pathway has been detected; you have gained the attention of 'Alaya'!'

'You have gained the temporary universal skill 'Infinite Martial Arts: A+''

You have gained the temporary universal skill "Golden Rule": A+.

'You have gained the temporary universal skill 'Incitement: EX''

Hey Xiao A, why are all the skills you gave me temporary? Did I do something to make you look down on me? And Xiao Gai, how can you be so inconsiderate? Aren't you going to give me something in return?

"...You have acquired the world-limited universal skill 'Spirit Origin Creation'!"

After giving her this skill, Alaya remained unresponsive, as if she were dead. As for Gaia? She kept quiet the whole time. However, Tsugumi guessed that the two of them probably couldn't give her anything else.

After all, Alaya and Gaia are like this; whenever a villain comes out to cause trouble, they will insult the weak human reason and the will of the Earth.

"Forget it," Tsugumi shook her head. Getting these things was an unexpected bonus, since she had come to Type-Moon with a specific purpose in mind anyway.

Tsugumi has already memorized those guys who look at her with disgust. She'll wait and see—but it won't be long before she's killing them all!

I'm petty!

At that moment, as the horn signaling the start of the duel sounded, the hundred Gallic gladiators in front of Tsurugi were already impatient, roaring as they rushed forward to tear this pretty boy apart.

A hundred gladiators surged toward the lone figure in the center of the arena like a tidal wave. The first three to arrive formed a triangular attack, their spears aimed straight for Dongjiang's vitals.

Tsugumi did not use any other panels, but only used the Newtype panel to deal with the battle in front of her.

These gladiators did not display any superhuman fighting prowess of ancient heroes. After all, it was already 60 AD, and in a continental region like Rome, the Age of Gods had long since faded away, and the mortals that had emerged were no different from modern humans.

Tsurugi's body bent backward like a willow branch, almost touching the ground, as three spears swept past him. Before the gladiator could recover, Tsurugi lightly touched the ground with his toes, spun in mid-air, and his white robe transformed into a blooming lotus flower. Upon landing, he had already snatched one of the spears.

Endless martial training endowed him with numerous combat skills he didn't originally possess. Under the resonance and control of the Force, Tsurugi's spear tip lightly touched the seam of the first gladiator's shoulder armor, precisely transmitting power into the opponent's entire arm, causing numbness and the short sword to slip from his hand. Tsurugi then raised his foot and kicked the second gladiator in the back of the knee. The man staggered forward, crashing into the shield of the third gladiator.

The three fell to the ground, within three breaths.

More gladiators surged forward. Instead of retreating, Tsurugi advanced, meeting the tide head-on. He no longer merely dodged, but actively merged into the enemy's offensive, becoming the eye of the storm.

A burly gladiator raised his battle axe high and brought it down with tremendous force, enough to cleave rock. Tsurugi stepped to the side, the axe grazing his clothes and slicing into the sand. Almost simultaneously, he lightly tapped the end of the axe handle with his left hand, a deft flick sending the axe flying from the gladiator's grasp, spinning three times in the air before the handle struck another gladiator who was attacking from the side precisely on the back of the neck.

The two fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

He moved swiftly amidst the flashing blades, each strike precise and accurate—a tap on the wrist to disarm the opponent, a light tap on the back of the knee to bring them to their knees, a pat on the shoulder blade to temporarily paralyze the muscles.

Dongjiang seemed to have become addicted to this martial arts master mode. Having gotten used to the five-A level combos, he naturally found it very interesting and novel to suddenly have this kind of operation template.

The Infinite Martial Arts Training can be simply understood as a super-enhanced version of weapon mastery, achieving a state of unparalleled proficiency in the mastery and use of all weapons. Combined with Tsuruga's use of the Force to mobilize all parts of her body, she obtains absolute martial arts skills.

Of course, unless it's imbued with magic or the Force, it still won't be able to unleash a light beam.

Such an outstanding performance drew disappointed murmurs from some nobles in the stands who were hoping for his defeat, but it also made the noble ladies and beautiful young women cheer enthusiastically, beginning to imagine the joy of passionately merging with such a handsome and powerful young man.

After a series of attacks, only twenty of the one hundred Gallic gladiators remained. They exchanged glances and decided to launch a simultaneous attack from all four directions.

Faced with such an encirclement and attack, Tsugumi, who was already tired of the game, wiped the bloodstains off her body and looked at the gladiators who were glaring at her with predatory eyes but also with fear on their faces.

"Surrender, lay down your weapons, or die."