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

But for Tsugumi, it was both good and bad. The bad was that he was frustrated that he couldn't seem to continue his killing spree, but the good was—good riddance!

Meanwhile, the Church of Jesus Christ split directly after this event. The characterization of Lucifer and Jesus Christ plunged this vast community, which relied on the world's leading religion, into chaos and civil war. Monasteries and societies across the country declared independence, and the Pope was repeatedly accused of heresy by multiple authorities. The civil war erupted directly in the Vatican.

As for other ordinary people, this wave of purification has indeed given many people in this world a 'kind heart', so even though Dongjiang almost destroyed the leadership institutions of the world's major countries, it did not cause any chaos. On the contrary, people are living and working in peace and contentment more than before.

However, since the purification is not yet complete, no one knows what will happen if it continues.

As for the mysterious exposure time that is now completely irreversible? Perhaps the severely damaged magician and the Holy Church can find a way to cover things up? Hmmmm, nuclear war bombing each other's capitals leading to carbon monoxide poisoning of all humanity?

Kirei Kotomine was forced to go to Rome by Hier, and Tsugumi didn't know what would happen to him. He originally wanted to go and get revenge on Kirei Kotomine, but in the end, he decided to complete the closed loop and increase his power to the point that he could completely colonize this place before dealing with Kirei and all the bastards in this world.

After resolving the issue, the Chaldea group returned to the Chaldea Lostbelt, which had been drastically altered by Lucifer, to continue their ignorant 'savior' mission. However, before leaving, the persistent Fujimaru Ritsuka managed to obtain a piece of white cloth from Michael.

Emiya Shirou and Medea disappeared after the problem was solved. Perhaps they left this timeline by some means, or even ran away with Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.

Rin Tohsaka's situation is rather tragic. The Tohsaka family's assets have basically vanished. Although Michael and Lucifer's battle took place somewhere unknown, Fuyuki's spiritual veins have been completely depleted due to the previous impact.

Despite the dire situation, Rin Tohsaka, who was at the center of the storm, still gained some unseen but enormous benefits—at least her magic circuits remained intact despite her participation in the 'salvation'.

Matou Sakura greeted Tsugumi's return with a beaming smile, saying frankly, "Senior, please entrust this world to me to manage in your stead," displaying the demeanor of a dutiful subject.

So Tsugumi waved her hand and announced that Matou Sakura would henceforth be the undisputed king of Type-Moon, sharing the empire with her!

However, Tsurugi did not ask her what she had done in the future.

Of course, no matter what, Tsugumi's existence is destined to become the most eye-catching focus in this world.

Nameless Saint, Marquis of Hell, Brother of the Holy Son, Destroyer of Worlds, Ender of Worlds, Possessed by Michael, Savior...

Those who are in the future and change the world's past; those who are in the past and change the world's present.

Regardless, the world will forever remember his glorious existence.

But for Tsugumi, this was only part of his journey. After lingering for a few days, he prepared to continue onward—and once he completed the loop, he would return to finish 'tying things up' for everything in this world.

However, he still plans to temporarily return to his old base to rest and recuperate before making any further decisions.

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P.S.: Type-Moon is temporarily on hiatus. A small update burst, followed by a bounty, and then another burst in a week (and then I'm temporarily out of the loop _(:з」∠)_

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : Mini-update complete! Bounty now!

I've finished writing Type-Moon Fourth World War. I think it's alright—but still a bit average. I originally wanted to make the time loop more complicated, but I decided against it. I really can't write riddles, and I'm afraid I'll mess it up!

In short, the big update is complete. Also, although there will still be plenty of Heaven and Hell scenes in this book, I will also try to explore the possibilities of other power paths for other character cards, and write as much world plot as possible.

The worlds I might write about in my current imagination include: Gundam (UC or SEED), Code Geass, One Piece, Evangelion, Battle of the Twin Cities (League of Legends), Naruto, Bleach, Hell Inn (The Evil Boss), and Warhammer (with the King of Space).

It depends on the situation!

Then came the bounty—

Monthly tickets, recommendation tickets, razor blades, tips—I want whatever you have! I'm begging for your support!

The bounty will last until next Friday, or maybe a day or two earlier, and then I estimate there will be another big release at the end, and then the backlog will be gone!

Anyway, I hope there will be a reward _(:з」∠)_

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 69. The Next Day - The Visible Girl

"Has anything happened while I was away?"

Tsurugi sat behind his desk, a pair of voluptuous, beautiful legs in black stockings in front of him. He moved them up and down, feeling the texture of the stockings, while feigning seriousness.

"Isn't anything serious happening? Like the Americans invading? Or some reckless old geezer from Japan trying to make an example of me?"

"No, boss." The secretary, Kasumigaoka Utaha, her cheeks flushed, tried to escape, but at Tsugumi's prompting, she swayed her body, bit her pink lips, picked up the files on the table, turned her back to Tsugumi, and said in a soft, sweet voice.

"Boss, you've only been gone a week, nothing could have happened..."

"Nothing? Bored!!!"

Tsurugi complained loudly. He did come back to rest, but it was really boring to have nothing to do like this!

After a heated "before and after" exchange, Tsurugi abandoned her black-stockinged, lowly succubus secretary, who had carelessly lost her way and revealed her true colors, and walked to the window to look at the Tokyo night view.

Indeed, as his secretary said, only a week had passed since he left and returned. Even if someone wanted to cause trouble, they wouldn't have the guts or the time to prepare.

While this is indeed a good thing, it's also undeniably boring.

He knew the Americans were up to no good and wanted to mess with him. How could those Ansar bandits tolerate a powerful AI technology company that was out of their control in their colony?

However, having eaten too many hamburgers, these bandits have lost the audacity they once had to hire their competitors to build homemade airplanes.

After the Shinomiya family and Tsugumi herself thwarted all the pressure from the prosecution system and the government on Tsugumi's side, the group of Americans backed down.

However, the restraint was not out of fear, but rather a retreat and a clenched fist. Dongjiang knew that they would eventually resort to their old methods.

But it's not used yet!

Moreover, although Tsurugi had a great time in the last world, he also had to accept the fact that without the Holy Grail and the unknown help from Heaven, his power was not enough for him to rule the entire world.

Guiding its destruction wouldn't be difficult, but what would he want a world of ruins for? His media power still relies on the power of modern technology.

Feeling somewhat frustrated, Tsurugi immediately sold off all his Bitcoin holdings remotely before leaving the office to clear his head.

Across Tokyo, Tsugumi constantly weaves through screens in one street corner after another, transforming into a surging current of electricity.

Um......

I have a feeling that the number of ghosts in this world has increased a lot?

Tsurugi leaned against the entrance of an alley, sipping his cola. He glanced at the dark, ghostly figure walking past and raised an eyebrow slightly.

Yes, ghosts exist in this world, and there are quite a few of them.

He didn't know if there was an afterlife, but he knew that if people in this world had lingering attachments after death, they would become vengeful spirits with twisted and hideous appearances; if they had no such attachments, they would quickly dissipate and 'become Buddhas'.

Tsurugi's attitude towards this was to leave it alone—how novel! Every world has dead people; it's just a matter of how long their souls linger.

Although these disgusting guys look terrifying, they never dare to bother Dongjiang.

For example, like this—

"You saw me, didn't you? You saw me, didn't you? You must have seen me!"

An abstract, vengeful spirit, with a huge, hollow eye socket and a twisted, deformed body, seemed to have come to life from a Picasso painting, wandering around and approaching anyone it saw, asking a question.

"I saw it! ~~~~"

Hearing a reply from the side, the vengeful spirit turned its head happily.

"If I see you, I'll eat you alive!!!"

It yelled and turned its head, then—

Before Dongjiang, the vengeful spirit, with its deathly expression, looked as if it had seen a ghost. It let out a sharp, explosive cry and ran away with a scream.

Yes, it looks like this.

These ghosts reacted as if they had seen a ghost when they saw him; no matter what kind of ghost it was, they would scream and run away.

Or even more people don't dare to get close to him; the area within a kilometer of his company has always been a forbidden zone for these ghosts.

This is even though he has never activated his Saint character card in this world, and has only used the effect of the Demon Noble character card.

Since they were so sensible as to not dare to harm him, Dongjiang naturally didn't bother with their nonsense, after all, he had his own things to do.

Now, after looking around and finding nothing interesting, Tsurugi is also planning to go back and take another nap before starting the next game.

But suddenly—

He suddenly stopped in his tracks as he walked down a street.

Because he heard a girl's faint moans and cries for help.

"Save me, anyone will do, please save me."

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Day 1, 17:03

The entryway light was off.

When Yotsuya Miko pushed open the door, the key in her hand was still warm. It was drizzling outside, but the house was as cold as if night had fallen early, and her mother was not home.

"I'm back……"

There was no response. Only the dripping sound of the kitchen faucet, not turned off completely, echoed in the silence. Every day at this time, Mom would be in the kitchen, wearing that pale yellow apron, busy with her back to the door. When Miko was changing her shoes, she would always say without turning her head, "Miko, wash your hands, the snacks are on the table."

But today, the stove is cold, the cutting board is so clean it reflects light, and there is no aroma of miso soup in the air, only the smell of dust floating up after being disturbed.

"Welcome home, see your son."

Ignoring her father's smiling welcome from the entryway, Yotsuya Miko walked into the living room. On the coffee table lay a note in her mother's handwriting:

"Son, Mommy suddenly realized we're out of milk. I'm going to the convenience store to buy some, I'll be right back. Be a good boy and watch the house."

A small smiley face was drawn below.

Yotsuya Miko breathed a sigh of relief. So she went shopping. But... she still felt something sinking down in that small spot in her heart.

My mom never leaves home when I'm almost home; she always calculates the time perfectly. And the milk? I clearly saw there was still more than half a bottle left in the fridge this morning.

Filled with curiosity and doubt, Yotsuya Miko returned to her room; she had seen many more ghosts that day.

It seems that ghosts have become increasingly active lately.

They not only ask around if others can see them, but they also engage in harassing behavior...

Jianzi hated all of this, especially in recent days. Every time she passed by the road home, she felt a chill down her spine, as if something was following her.

And for some reason, when I passed by that street, there was a strange telephone pole covered in red paint.

If I could, I would love to never see these ghosts again.

Day 1, 17:35

Half an hour passed, and Yotsuya Miko, who had taken a light nap, leaned against the living room window, her face pressed against the cool glass, gazing down at the path leading to the convenience store. The streetlights were not yet on, and the gray-blue twilight spread like water, swallowing the outline of the street.

There were few pedestrians. With each blurry figure approaching, her heart would skip a beat, and then she would pretend nothing was wrong, watching them walk towards other building entrances.