Unlimited Ambition

Still maintaining his disdainful, condescending posture, Gilgamesh then countered with a question.

“…Let’s go.” I turned around, took the hand of the person who hadn’t said a word the whole time, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute—what exactly do you mean?!" Gilgamesh, who was behind me, paused for a moment, then said this in a fit of rage.

"Because I'm so bored." I didn't turn around and said, "After all these years, I never imagined you'd become such a boring woman."

A clichéd plot, clichéd dialogue, clichéd development—over the years, though the body remains young, the soul has become rotten and utterly ugly.

"In the end, he was just a human being. He spent the long time that belonged to 'gods' in the form of a 'human'..." I sighed, then turned away.

"I'm sorry, this was my mistake. I was too selfish."

As I said this, I drew my sword. The restless, blood-drinking demonic sword named Yitian—which had once drunk the blood of countless gods and had turned into a dark red demonic sword.

"What the hell are you saying?! Is this how you humiliate me?! Wright Baldwin?!"

A slightly hysterical scream only earned me a sigh. I brandished the demonic sword in my hand and said, "Regardless, I'm very sorry. Now let me correct this mistake and set you free—"

He raised the demonic sword high, then gently brought it down. Gilgamesh was no more. But her soul remained intact, cast into the cycle of reincarnation after I sent her away. She will likely be reborn soon, completing a new cycle of life.

In fact, the spearman was already dead the moment I destroyed the church. That's basically how extras are treated: their lines are cut as much as possible, and they're kept out of the frame whenever possible. At noon, I ate an eight-yuan boxed lunch—four dishes without soup, and three ounces of rice—definitely not enough to fill me up…

That's it.

How boring.

I sighed, turned around again, and the thought of the situation at home gave me a headache. So I leaned back and lay down on the soft bed that my mind had conjured up. Anyway, the weather was nice today, so it wouldn't be a big deal to just make do with the night in the wild.

"Can't you say something at all?"

That Medea, who should nominally, and in reality, be my Heroic Spirit, acted like an idiot from the very beginning, stammering and speechless. Even now that the matter is resolved, she's still the same. This unexpectedly irritated me, as I was already in a bad mood. I then said this.

"So there really was something important to do!"

So, after I shouted it out several times, this guy shouted it out too, and then he came to his senses.

"..."

So, what kind of image do these girls actually have of me?

"Ah... well, that..." For a moment, Medea and I were both stunned. Medea quickly recovered and was at a loss for what to do, while I was a little dejected, feeling that I had been despised—in every sense of the word.

"Oops, I accidentally blurted out my true feelings!"

"...No, you've finally spoken your mind."

"In short, I'm very sorry!"

"...While I do feel you need to apologize...I'll ask you this: do you really know why you should apologize?"

Chapter Eighteen: Let's End Harmoniously

The war was effectively over at that point—and after Medea and I returned, a group of girls saw Medea clinging to my arm, acting all affectionate. So the girls all puffed up like cats whose tails had been stepped on.

But there's no problem, absolutely no problem. Just give each person a chop to the neck, then shout in a domineering voice: "Shut up, all of you!" and that's it.

As mentioned before, the previous events were between enemies, but the subsequent events are internal conflicts among the people. Although the girls were hostile to each other, they could still fight peacefully and harmoniously under my supervision. So, after a Go match, a chess match, and a tennis final, Rin, with my subtle and slightly lenient refereeing, ultimately prevailed and won the Holy Grail War.

"So, you lot, are you going to leave on your own, or should I see you off?" I asked, looking at the slightly unwilling Medusa cavalrymen and the Assassins.

"Indeed... Your Majesty, although you are powerful and hold a superior position, you cannot go this far." Unlike the Assassins who wisely chose to silently commit suicide, the cavalry Medusa seemed somewhat unwilling—but now that even her master, Sakura, had resigned herself to her fate, what else could she do?

Want to fight me?

Ultimately, Medusa committed suicide under Sakura's Command Spell. Before dying, she made a gesture, seemingly trying to remove her blindfold. However, she failed and vanished in a flash of golden light.

"Alright, Rin, you can make a wish now."

At this moment, the true Holy Grail has appeared in the world. The bodies of Ilya, who is the vessel of the Holy Grail, and Sakura, who is the vessel of the false Holy Grail, are decaying, but their souls have been directly received by me and hidden in the subspace, where they can be resurrected at any time.

After that, I smiled and said those words to Rin.

Although Rin felt that the Holy Grail, which was jet black and exuded an ominous aura, was very unreliable, she still expressed her wish without hesitation because she trusted me very much.

"Please, please help my mother get better!"

At the same time, I also made my own wish: "Just like last time, to extract the primordial power of this plane."

So, I extracted a significant amount of the primordial power of this plane, and the power of the Holy Grail, after I purified it, only cured Aoi Tohsaka's Alzheimer's disease. The final outcome was a happy one, a truly happy ending.

So, having no more attachments in this dimension, I took Sakura, Rin, Ilya, and Medea, who had voluntarily left with me, along with other girls from the Gensokyo dimension, as well as Nagato Yuki, Ikaros, Nymph, and Astraea, and sent them all into my subspace to rest and recuperate.

Having finally arranged everything, with the greatest, and perhaps final, resolve, I headed towards the beginning and the end of this journey: Death's playground...

"Then, settle things with me, Death." Muttering this to myself, I quickly traversed through plane after plane, arriving once again in this place filled with bizarre amusement park rides, and nothing else...

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Final Chapter: Dialogue Between Gods (Part 1)

"You've finally arrived." Death, Bellica, looked at me calmly, his expression relaxed, as if he were a criminal who had finally heard the words of judgment after a long and turbulent ordeal.

"Hmm." I didn't want to say anything more to this guy; in fact, there wasn't much to say. Then I drew the Heaven-Slaying Demon Sword, and its murderous aura instantly leveled the entire amusement park. Death is my lifelong enemy, and at this moment, even though it was just the beginning, I was already using all my strength.

As everything around me crumbled into nothingness, Death's lips curled into a slight smile, and she uttered three words that particularly irritated me. That condescending attitude instantly reminded me of the days when I was weaker than her, that same arrogant, domineering attitude she displayed. And I, before her overwhelming power, seemed so weak and powerless. Like an insect caught in a spider's web—no, far worse!

"It's truly disgusting."

My long-unused catchphrase came out again. I snorted softly, raised my hand, and pointed my longsword at that guy.

"Words are useless, Death, fight to your heart's content."

"This cat... no, that's what I think too." Bellica took off the cat-ear hat she always wore, which she had never seen taken off before. With a flick of her head, her long pink hair flew wildly, and the Grim Reaper's Scythe was already in her hand. With a gentle swing, the world was turned upside down.

“Let’s start the war,” Bellica said after finishing her last stroke of her hair.

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BAD END1: An Endless Journey of Revenge

So strong!

Although I had imagined fighting him a thousand times, when the battle actually began, I realized—he was truly powerful! The Grim Reaper's power was countless times greater than I had imagined!

"It's careless."

I had barely taken a moment to think when I was struck directly on the head by a scythe of death. My entire body and soul were cleaved in two, and then the terrifying power of death permeated every corner of my being, instantly turning my entire "existence" into "death".

However, it's not that easy.

In the next instant, spacetime reversed. I forcefully pulled back a fraction of a second across countless planes and timelines of the multiverse. Though the brevity was almost indescribable, it was enough for a war of this magnitude!

I dodged in an instant, avoiding a fatal blow. I concentrated my will into a single corner of my soul, then detached it from my body. Immediately, I adjusted the flow of time; in a flash, the world changed, and my body was rebuilt. With a loud "crack," the old body shattered. The new body unfolded, still wielding the Heaven-Slaying Sword!

It never ends, never ends… This war has been going on for who knows how long, yet it still seems endless. Death has “killed” me countless times. Yet I keep resurrecting in this cheating way, without limit. The situation remains deadlocked, as if trapped in an infinite loop. Finally, I understood. With my current strength, it's a miracle I can even survive against Death. Defeating her is simply impossible. Fortunately, this prison called the Amusement Park has restrained her movements, allowing me to escape safely.

After that, a new journey began...

BAD END2: The Smile of Death

"Okay, but before that, I want to tell you something—in fact, I've wanted to tell you this for a long time. But you've never given me the chance."

Death said this, then gave a knowing smile.

Indeed, after that, every time a clone of the Grim Reaper came knocking on my door, I would simply strike it down with a single blow without saying a word.

"Whatever." I shrugged. At this point, he still wants to use words to interfere with my will? After so many years apart, I never imagined that this guy's intelligence had degenerated to this extent. He's really pathetic.

"In fact, all the women you've been with are my alter egos." Death's words stunned me.

"What did you say?" I asked, slightly incredulous, wondering if I had misheard.

"I mean, all the women you've ever loved were actually me," Death repeated.

"Are you kidding me?!" Hearing Death utter such a shameless remark, I was utterly enraged. I swung my Heaven-Slaying Scythe fiercely, instantly distorting the space-time around Death. However, Death seemed unfazed by the attack. She merely raised her long-handled scythe slightly to parry, and the space around her vanished into nothingness.

"She actually killed the space around her..."

I was slightly surprised to see the power of the Grim Reaper.

"If you don't believe me, then I'll show you some evidence." Death said this—and then his form instantly changed, becoming CC.

"My name is Bellica."

She repeated the last words I spoke when I encountered her in the first dimension. But unlike that time, I heard her clearly.

"Speaking nonsense!"

Seeing this guy desecrate the forbidden place in my heart, I was instantly enraged. I cleaved through space and time with my sword and appeared in front of her, the longsword in my hand aimed at her head.

"Are you going to kill Misaka?"

However, the Grim Reaper's appearance changed again immediately afterward, becoming the expressionless Misaka Misaka.

"Damn it!!!"

After being repeatedly mocked, I almost lost my mind. I swung my longsword down and cut Misaka Misaka in half.

However, such an attack could not possibly kill a Shinigami. Misaka Misaki's body, severed in two, reconnected. At the same time, she changed her appearance: "Idiot Kyon! What are you doing here?!"

Is it springtime this time?

It's alright, it's alright. Whoever it is, just one sword strike! Cut her down! Kill her! Kill her!!!

"Go to hell."

This time it's excellent.

"No, I want to stay in this plane."

...Mikako.