Unlimited Ambition

If I was just joking before, now I really, really, really like Madoka. How could I not like her? Even if I treated her like this, she would have no regrets, and would willingly die with me. If such a rare and wonderful woman truly exists, then it would be only right to love her. Isn't that right?

so.

"No, I think you're a complete idiot, utterly hopeless. The kind of person who can't eat all day just seeing you. So, my feelings for you are nothing but disgust. Especially since you completely ruined my plans. I genuinely want to kill you. That's it—get out of my sight right now, or else I'll—"

Before I could finish speaking, Xiaoyuan stopped me in a very unusual way. Or rather, it was very natural.

Xiaoyuan hugged me, then closed her eyes and gave me a sweet kiss.

"No need to say anything, I know. Wright, you're a very gentle idiot."

"Gentle words are fine. But forget about being an idiot." I sighed. Had I been seen through? My attempt to use that to drive Madoka away had completely failed.

"It really is true... Every time I see you, you're always with a different woman. The Demon Prince is quite the ladies' man..." The Grim Reaper scoffed softly, whether out of atmosphere, sarcasm, or something else, before speaking.

"Besides Mami-senpai and the others, do you have any other magical girls?" Madoka turned to me and asked.

"Um, that..."

How should I answer this? Come to think of it, the number of girls I've been close to exceeds one hundred, right? No, if you include the Misaka Sisters, it should be over ten thousand… But, how should I put it…

"I like you, is that enough?" I chuckled, pretending to be innocent.

"If I hadn't died, I would have regretted it." Xiaoyuan sighed—and then launched the first attack.

"A mere trick." Although Madoka's all-out attack was enough to cause a tremor in the entire plane, the abilities of any of the opposing Shinigami clones were no less than Madoka's. There was nothing more to say about such an attack. The three Shinigami clones attacked together, easily blocking Madoka's arrow, and then Kaba snapped it in two.

It didn't work after all.

I pulled the dumbfounded Xiaoyuan behind me.

So, from now on, I'll have to rely on myself.

"Are you still going to resist? Are you still going to protect this woman? You think you're so great? Back then, you couldn't even beat one of them. What right do you have—"

"—Looking down on people like a dog!"

Well then, let's put this to the test—and show you my true power! A total of one million times the time-cutoff tactic!

The entire two-second timeframe is divided into one million parts, then concentrated at a single point. This would grant a million times the power—and I absorbed over ninety percent of the dimensional power in the world of Haruhi Suzumiya. I absorbed about twenty percent in the Holy Grail dimension—plus that.

"Xiaoyuan! Lend me your power for now!"

"Know!"

Therefore, with the addition of Xiaoyuan's power, the total power is more than two planes in size, magnified a million times!

"What?! This is impossible!!"

Countless Death God clones screamed in terror, their cries of helplessness before overwhelming power. Then, they were annihilated, leaving not even ashes behind…

Won.

For the first time, I won through my own strength.

"Hehe, hehehe, hehehehahahaha..." I laughed, then burst into tears. Unable to control myself. Because of joy, and also because of extreme sorrow...

Still the Holy Grail

Prologue: A happy family, including a lovely daughter

"So, how should I address you? Father? Master? Teacher? This is quite a difficult question." The white-haired girl, wearing a black, multi-slit dress that resembled an octopus and revealed two long, beautiful legs covered in magical patterns, said to me, "Speaking of which, when I saw my sister on the street a few days ago, she seemed quite surprised. Was she surprised that I wasn't dead yet? Or was it something else—by the way, didn't my sister mention this to you?"

The girl, who didn't look like a good person, said this while wrapping her arms around my neck from behind, her curvaceous body pressed tightly against my back. Her long, slender nails, painted with black nail polish, dug in, as if she wanted to strangle me.

“If you keep causing trouble, I’ll pull out your spine and throw you into the abyss to be a ‘beep’ slave to the tentacles. I mean what I say.”

"How heartless, Father." He sighed, seemingly not taking my words seriously at all, but it was more of an affected lament.

To put it simply, it's all an act.

I couldn't help but sigh inwardly: What on earth is going on? I've only been gone for five or six years, why does the world seem to have changed so much since I came back? Is this crazy woman really the same autistic brat Matou Sakura from before? The change is too drastic!

A day ago (from my perspective), I finally defeated those Shinigami clones, proving that I now possessed the ability to fight that Shinigami. However, to be even more certain, after saying goodbye to Madoka… and Sayaka Kyoko, Tomoe Mami, and Akemi Homura, and promising to return to this dimension, I returned to the dimension of the Holy Grail War.

"Welcome back, Master."

Greeting me was none other than my beloved Nagato Yuki. It's been so long since I've seen her; I've really missed her.

"Um, Master." Yuki hesitated for a moment, then told me what had happened.

"We have missed you very much since you left."

"Alright, alright, I'm back now." Yuki rarely acted coquettishly, which was quite refreshing. I chuckled twice, then hugged her in my arms.

“…That’s not what I meant.” Yuki blushed slightly.

"Yes, yes, yes. I miss you too, Yuki." After I finished speaking, I lowered my head and gently bit Yuki's earlobe.

If things had gone according to plan, Yuki would have started moaning and wrapped her arms around my neck. Then, we'd find a suitable place, where no one could see us, to have a harmonious and loving scene unfold—but…

"—Father!!!" The humanoid figure that had been moving in the hallway outside suddenly opened the door. Completely ignoring the scene before it, it rushed towards me and threw itself into my arms.

"Hey hey hey hey hey?! You can eat whatever you want but you can't say whatever you want—who are you?! Why are you calling me father—no, I didn't even have any children—no—Yuki?! Did you give birth to her?! That's not right. I've only been gone for a few years, I couldn't have grown this big."

In a flurry, I first loosened my grip on Yuki, then pulled the humanoid object hanging around my neck away. Then I asked this question.

"How heartless... Do you intend to abandon me again? That's so irresponsible." Although she tried to look like she was about to cry, her witch-like appearance completely ruined the atmosphere—honestly, what suited her best was lying on the bed with her shoulders slightly exposed, slowly raising her thighs little by little, using that position to seduce men.

Of course, underwear is not allowed.

"Yuki, what's going on here?" I turned around and asked Yuki, slightly annoyed.

Although this girl is undeniably alluring, and the demonic markings covering her body give her a unique, eerie charm, she is definitely one of my types. However, the idea of ​​her throwing herself at me feels unreliable. Besides, this guy calls me "father." Father. He's essentially calling himself my daughter. Daughters are a tragic burden, a financial drain. Unless it's a father-daughter marriage, there's absolutely no chance of happiness. Moreover, I'm the type who absolutely doesn't want children.

"Here's what happened." Yuki paused for a moment, then began to explain:

So this child is Sakura. The tragic little girl I took from the Matou family. Perhaps it was because of my past attitude towards her. Ultimately, in that extremely helpless situation, she developed some kind of twisted feeling towards me. So, when registering her birth, she directly wrote my name in the guardian section. That way, at least legally, she's my daughter.

Moreover, what's particularly striking is that during these years of waiting, her strange, distorted feelings towards me—feelings that were like those of a father, a brother, and a lover—did not fade with time. Instead, they grew deeper and deeper with her longing, ultimately leading to an extreme…

It is said that the reason she became like this was because she became distracted while studying magic, and subsequently went mad with its power.

"..."

Well, although I don't think it's my fault. But I'm the one who's watched this grow up—it's happened so fast I haven't been paying attention. So I should at least comfort her a little.

"Actually, you look quite good like this. Really. It has a very unique charm that suits you very well," I said to Sakura.

"Is that so?! I love Father the most—"

That's about it.

The Emiya residence is still bustling with activity today.

Although Kiritsugu Emiya, the true master, along with his adopted son Shirou Emiya and daughter Illya Einzbern, were not very happy.

But just ignore it.

Oh right, I already promised the little girl from the Tohsaka family that I'd teach her magic techniques tomorrow. And there's also preparing lessons for school... It's not about reminiscing about those things, but also about playing with my inexplicable adopted daughter.

"So, Sakura, why don't you go back to sleep? Otherwise, go to the basement and keep making explosions. I still have things to do."

"Is it about my sister again... Tch." Sakura rolled her eyes. She tightened her grip on me. "Or do you prefer my sister's type?"

Chapter One: Teacher, you're really young...

As I mentioned before, aside from being great at ordering people around (as a ruler), I'm practically a useless piece of trash. Of course, if I really swallowed my pride and became a male escort at a nightclub, I might even be the top star. But I am, after all, a god—no, I should say I've surpassed the level of a god, reaching an extremely powerful… um, what level again?

Never mind. Anyway, just know that I'm incredibly strong. Absolutely awesome.

Since winning that battle against the Grim Reaper's clone, I've been completely at ease—my safety is now guaranteed. I no longer need to fear that Grim Reaper. Because, just as Purple said before, she's nothing more than a prisoner. As long as the Grim Reaper herself doesn't descend, I have absolutely no need to fear her in the multiverse.

However, if I were to return to Death's playground and face Death one-on-one, I would undoubtedly be the one to lose. I am aware of that much.

However, at least within the vast expanse of the multiverse, safety is now guaranteed. So we can take a break for a while.

But it still doesn't work.

We can't rest yet.

There must eventually be a war with death. This doesn't mean I have a bad temper, am petty, or hold grudges.

Rather, it's because I still remember two things.

One of them is the world of Misaka Misaki, which is on the verge of collapse after losing its dimensional god. The other is the world that I first visited, the one belonging to C.C.

Defying fate and changing one's destiny. Nothing more than that.

Of these two planes, one is currently in the hands of Death. However, I have been estranged from Death for countless centuries, and given Death's temperament, her plane has most likely already been destroyed by her as a scapegoat.

And in another dimension, she had also been observing for hundreds, even thousands of years. If you say she hadn't set up some kind of secret passage, I simply don't believe it.

Therefore, I must first kill Death—or at least completely imprison her, rendering her powerless. Only then can I be at ease.

At that very moment, just as I was planning the course of the battle ahead.

"Hey, teacher! Don't daydream! We're still in class—" A slightly annoyed voice, sounding like that of a spoiled princess, rang in my ears. This was followed by good-natured laughter throughout the classroom.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Tohsaka-san, could you please remind me where we are in the lesson?" I chuckled softly, offering an awkward, apologetic smile. Then I asked this.

"Really... Teacher, you're over thirty years old. How can you still act like a useless child?" The girl I called Tohsaka-kun stood up, completely disregarding the teacher-student relationship, and mercilessly berated me. She walked to the front of the class, came to my side, and brought her cute profile close to mine. Then she pointed to my textbook and said, "Look, this is it, the political structure of the Scandinavian Federation."

"Thank you so much," I said with a light laugh.

"Hmph, the teacher is already unreliable. If the class monitor doesn't take responsibility, things will get really messed up." The guy said this after crossing his arms and raising his head.

Although she looks very cute, seeing her tail practically wagging, I can't help but want to tease her a little.

"But Rin, you don't actually need to stand so close and point it out to me. You can just read it aloud from your seat, can't you?"

After I finished speaking, the students laughed as before. Rin's face turned bright red, but she couldn't say anything more. She stomped her foot in anger, which only made the surrounding students laugh even louder.

Rin immediately returned to her seat, lowered her head, and stopped talking. I also reached out and made a pressing motion, signaling to the students to stop laughing.

My classmates were very kind to me. The laughter immediately increased.

"Alright, everyone, stop laughing. Rin will get embarrassed if you keep going. Let's continue the lesson." I said this and began the lecture. Come to think of it, besides strength, it seems my only redeeming quality is my eloquence. And my lecturing skills are quite good. As for history, since I've actually experienced all of these things, explaining them isn't difficult at all. That's right, right now, I'm essentially just passing the time teaching history at a high school in Fuyuki City under the guise of a history teacher.

"What? I developed this habit because of you..."

Sitting in her seat, Rin Tohsaka, looking quite aggrieved, muttered to herself in a voice that no one else could hear.