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Looking at the group of beautiful older sisters in front of her, who were filled with curiosity and scrutiny, the Zashiki-warashi involuntarily shrank back.

She seemed a little scared.

However, at that moment, a gentle figure, exuding a healing aura and seemingly capable of soothing all unease and fear, slowly walked up to her.

It's Matou Sakura.

She slowly crouched down, looking at the timid, pitiful little fellow with the gentlest, most loving, and maternal gaze.

"Welcome home."

She didn't ask about her origins or her past. She simply smiled like the gentlest and most loving mother at a lost child who had just returned home, a smile full of love and compassion that could melt any ice.

Then, she slowly extended her hand.

"From today onwards, this is your home."

Hearing those warm and kind words, and looking at the older sister in front of her who was giving her the gentlest and most loving smile, who seemed to radiate light, Zashiki-warashi's big eyes, which were filled with unease and fear, uncontrollably became slightly moist at that moment.

She hesitated for a long time before finally slowly extending her small, trusting, fair hand and gently placing it in that warm, kind, beautiful, and seemingly all-encompassing palm.

"……Um."

She uttered a soft, nasal sound, barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, filled with affection and dependence.

……

And so, this warm yet noisy family, filled with powerful figures and monsters, welcomed a brand new, most special, and youngest member.

She didn't possess formidable fighting power, nor the strength to destroy the world. But her pure, auspicious spiritual energy, like the gentlest and warmest spring breeze, silently nourished every corner of the house.

For example, Rin Tohsaka's brow, which was always furrowed due to the fiscal deficit, finally relaxed completely.

For example, the Akame sisters' faces, which were always filled with resentment because of the lack of pudding, were once again adorned with happy and satisfied smiles.

Even the Black Knight King, who is always cold and seemingly indifferent to everything in the world, was surprised to find that today's show was more interesting than ever before while watching "Little Bear Baby Food Show".

Gu Chuan simply leaned back on the sofa, smiling as he looked at the perfect picture before him, filled with the warmth and authenticity of his family, a picture that belonged only to him.

He watched the adorable little one being held gently in Matou Sakura's arms, happily eating a special children's meal filled with love.

He looked at the God of Fortune, who had long since become part of the family and no longer felt lonely, and a smile of absolute, kingly satisfaction appeared on his face.

This is his/彡司另祁児（二）捌事Q*UN's courtyard.

A unique and perfect world filled with all sorts of interesting, beautiful, and powerful monsters and gods—

"--zoo".

And he, in this "zoo," is the sole, supreme being—

"—The kindergarten director."

237 The Curse of Luck and the King's Afternoon Tea

Since that little lucky charm officially moved in, Gu Chuan's cozy "zoo" has completely entered a new chaotic era full of metaphysics and force majeure.

For example, on a bright and sunny morning, Akame calmly opened a bag of her favorite classic sea salt potato chips, just like any other day. Then, to Rin Tohsaka's astonishment, as if witnessing a miracle, a glittering lottery ticket was poured out of the ordinary chip bag, which read, "Congratulations! You have won the grand prize of this year's luxury round-the-world trip for two."

For example, there's the naive village girl from another world who's diligently learning how to be a proper maid. Once again, she nearly turns the kitchen into a fantastical ocean of bubbles because she can't distinguish between laundry detergent and dish soap. Suddenly, a fresh banana peel appears out of nowhere on the spotless floor beneath her feet. Finally, amidst a girl's panicked scream and a series of comically jarring sounds of pots and pans shattering, the poor maid sits on the floor, a large bump on her head, tears welling in her eyes, questioning the meaning of life.

The only one in the apartment unaffected by this chaotic "lucky curse" was perhaps the cold "Black Knight King," who stood quietly in the corner, intently watching "Little Bear Baby Food Show," like an icy guardian deity from beginning to end.

Gu Chuan looked at the chaotic yet interesting new daily life before him, and a mischievous smile, as if he loved watching a good show, reappeared on his face. However, his leisurely observation time did not last long, as a familiar, personalized phone ring once again shattered the tranquility.

The call was from the cunning and beautiful school nurse, but this time, her usually intellectual and gentle voice carried a rare hint of seriousness.

"Gu Chuan-jun, make a long story short~"

“I’ve received another very troublesome request. This time, the prey is neither a monster nor a vampire, but an even more ancient, eerie, and ominous cursed relic.”

"It is a cursed oil painting, said to be from medieval Europe, by an unknown artist, called 'The Gaze of the Abyss.' Any weak-willed mortal who dares to look directly into the eyes in the painting will have their soul forcibly dragged into the endless nightmare world of pure malice and despair, becoming new nourishment for the painting."

"Right now, that painting is hanging in our city's most prestigious and heavily guarded modern art gallery for a week-long public exhibition. The gallery owner, who is also one of my regular clients, had three of his top security guards fall into a deep coma last night after accidentally looking directly at the painting, and they haven't woken up yet. He's terrified and hopes we can get rid of that damned cursed relic before the gallery officially opens to the public today."

She paused, her usually playful voice becoming incredibly serious: "This mission is very dangerous. It doesn't test pure violence, but rather an absolutely unshakeable will and a powerful soul capable of resisting mental corruption. So..."

“I understand,” Gu Chuan interrupted her well-intentioned reminder. He looked at his family members in the living room, who were eager to try out the new commission, and a smile of absolute kingly confidence appeared on his face. “I will be at the gallery’s door on time in half an hour with my most professional team.”

……

This hunt is clearly no longer suitable for combatants skilled in violent aesthetics; it requires new experts who are better at dealing with mental attacks and soul curses.

Ultimately, under Gu Chuan's quirky and autocratic rule, a brand-new "art appreciation team" that seemed utterly incapable of fighting was officially formed.

The members include: Eriri, a top-tier doujinshi artist whose sensitive, artistic soul might see something different in the cursed painting, and which will also be the best test for her fragile, defeated heart yearning to become stronger; Artoria Caster, an innocent magical girl with immense magical power; whose pure magic, full of nature and life, might have an unexpected purifying effect on the curse of death and despair; and the gentle Matou Sakura, whose seemingly fragile exterior hides a powerful soul honed in darkness, and whose keen perception of malice will be the strongest shield against mental pollution.

When this seemingly defenseless art appreciation team, consisting of a "loser painter," a "useless village girl," and a "gentle housewife," stood blankly in front of Gu Chuan, a brand new game full of unknowns and dangers officially began.

In the apartment living room, the unselected combatants wore completely different expressions.

"Tch, another one of those boring brain games that's not suitable for using fists to solve anything?" Leone muttered unhappily.

Rin Tohsaka, watching her three seemingly unreliable teammates about to head to the battlefield, for the first time displayed a worry and seriousness typical of a busybody. She longed to go, but she also knew that this enemy wasn't testing powerful magic, but rather the purity of the heart. And her own genius heart, always filled with calculation and pride, might not be as resilient and pure as those three seemingly fragile girls when faced with the purest, most primal malice.

"Then, let's set off." Gu Chuan looked at his three new teammates who were looking uneasy, and a reassuring smile, typical of a king, appeared on his face.

"Let's just treat it as a leisurely weekend art exhibition outing filled with artistic atmosphere."

The Gaze of Gallery 238

The morning sunlight streamed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a cold, rational glow on the polished marble floor of the modern art gallery. Everything here exuded minimalist aesthetics—pure white walls, meticulously placed spotlights, and an exorbitantly priced ticket that would deter most ordinary people. A faint, unique scent of "art" permeated the air, a blend of disinfectant and high-end fragrance.

However, beneath this tranquil and elegant facade lies a chilling, ancient, and purely malicious atmosphere, completely out of place here, originating from the Middle Ages.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a bespoke suit and looking remarkably well-maintained, but with deep fear and exhaustion in his eyes, stood anxiously waiting at the gallery entrance. He was the gallery owner and one of Yura Chitose's "regular customers."

When Gu Chuan and his seemingly defenseless "art appreciation team" stepped out of the car, the gallery owner's expression was incredibly complex. He simply couldn't reconcile the three seemingly frail and helpless girls before him with the "most professional team" that the mysterious Lord Yura had described.

"You...you are Mr. Gu Chuan?" he asked cautiously, his tone filled with skepticism.

"Let's get straight to the point," Gu Chuan said without any further pleasantries. "Take us to see that painting."

“…Okay, okay.” Under Gu Chuan’s calm yet unquestionable aura, the gallery owner dared not ask any more questions. He led the four of them through several empty, eerily quiet corridors, and finally stopped in front of a small, special exhibition hall that was separated from the public and covered by a heavy velvet curtain.

“That…that thing is inside.” He pointed to the deep purple curtain that seemed to devour all light, his voice trembling uncontrollably, “I…I’m not going in.”

After saying that, he fled as if avoiding a plague.

Gu Chuan looked at his disheveled back, slowly shook his head, and then gave an encouraging smile to the three new teammates behind him who looked uneasy.

"—Then, our outing officially begins."

He reached out and lifted the heavy curtain.

A chilling aura, more intense and colder than the outside world, filled with despair and malice, instantly swept over us!

The exhibition hall was small, with only one painting hanging on the pure white walls.

It was a huge, oppressive, classical-style oil painting. The frame was carved from a dark, unidentified wood, covered with eerie, twisted thorn patterns.

The content of the drawing is very simple.

It was a boundless, deep, pitch-black abyss that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

And at the very center of that abyss, a pair of eyes were painted.

A pair of scarlet eyes that defy description, filled with the purest, most primal "malice" and "madness."

It is "The Abyss Gaze".

"...It hurts so much..."

Artoria Caster was the first to let out a soft groan filled with pain. Her pure soul, brimming with the essence of "life," reacted with the most intense, instinctive rejection the moment it came into contact with that vast curse, shrouded in "death" and "despair," as if it had been plunged into poisoned water!

She felt dizzy and her stomach churned, as if she were about to vomit. However, just a second before she was completely swallowed by that immense malice, a soft, pale green aura of magic, full of "natural" energy, uncontrollably emerged from within her, like a fragile yet resilient shield, barely managing to keep the corrosive curse at bay.

"—This malice... is so pure."

Sakura Matou's usually gentle face was now solemn. Her beautiful purple eyes were fixed on the painting, and her powerful soul, honed to an unparalleled resilience in the darkness, could clearly sense the palpable, hungry "appetite" emanating from it.

It yearns for their souls.

"...something's wrong."

Eriri, on the other hand, analyzed the "work of art" before her from the most professional perspective of an "artist." At this moment, her sapphire-like eyes shone with an unprecedented, solemn light.

"The brushstrokes in this painting... are insane. It's as if the artist is using his own life and soul to make the most desperate, final cry on the canvas."

“And these pigments…” She stepped closer, her nose twitching slightly, “mixed in with this, there’s a very faint, yet undeniable…”

"—The smell of blood."

Just then, the painting seemed to be completely enraged by their "inquisitive" gazes!

The pair of scarlet eyes in the painting, filled with the purest malice, came to life without warning at this moment!

It slowly began to turn!

Its cold, emotionless, godlike, and utterly contemptuous gaze instantly locked onto the three young "prey" in the exhibition hall—the ones that looked most delicious, full of "life"!

next second.

The whole world began to twist and spin violently!

Eriri, Artoria Caster, and Matou Sakura all felt an irresistible, massive, and "malicious" mental vortex instantly envelop their entire bodies!

In that instant, their consciousness was forcibly pulled out of their warm, “real” bodies and plunged madly into the boundless, dark “abyss” of the painting, filled with despair and pain!

"—Then, the game begins."

Gu Chuan looked at the three girls in front of him. Their bodies swayed slightly, and their eyes instantly became empty and dull. His face remained completely expressionless.

He knew.

They have been dragged into the "nightmare world" created by that painting.

A cruel "trial" of their own, concerning "will" and "soul," officially began at this moment.

He did not immediately intervene.

He simply, slowly, reached out his hand, and with his absolute power, filled with the authority of a "king," set up a golden, indestructible "protective barrier" around the three girls' vulnerable and defenseless bodies, strong enough to withstand any physical attack.

Then, like the most leisurely and competent "spectator," he slowly pulled out a bag of classic "tomato-flavored potato chips" from his pocket, which he had just "confiscated" from Akame—a bag full of "childhood" memories.

As he ate with relish, he gazed intently, with an expectant look—as if awaiting the opening of a most exciting and surprising drama—at that ancient, malevolent, and frantically devouring "soul" scene.

A painting of curses.

239 The Trial at the End of the Nightmare

As their consciousness is dragged into that endless, cold, and despair-filled abyss of darkness, the three girls face their own unique "trials."

That came from the deepest, most vulnerable, and most untouchable part of their souls—

Purgatory of the Heart.

Eriri's Nightmare: ~The Loser's Art Studio~

It was cold, damp, and filled with the pungent smell of a mixture of pigments and turpentine.

When Eriri regained consciousness, she found herself in a familiar yet utterly alien art studio. This was her most private creative space, but now, the walls were no longer adorned with her proud works, but rather with distorted graffiti filled with mockery and malice.

"—Look, isn't this the masterpiece of our genius and beautiful female artist?"

"It's ridiculous, outrageous."

Whispers filled with jealousy and contempt, sharp and piercing like needles, echoed from the shadowy corners of the studio.

One by one, blurry, faceless, black shadows slowly emerged from the shadows of the wall. Their figures were strikingly similar to Rin Tohsaka, Leone, and those powerful, beautiful girls that Gu Chuan had brought back from another world.

They looked down at this pathetic "loser," whose eyes were filled with absolute disdain and the arrogance of "victors."

"Someone like you, who can only hide in a safe corner and draw those fantasies, childish doodles, and is just a powerless mortal..."

"Does he even deserve to stand beside him?"

"give up."

"You will never be able to catch up with us."

"You are just a superfluous, pathetic, unwanted person..."