Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

“Lord Jason…?” Medea tilted her head, not understanding what he wanted to do.

“…Die, you worthless heroic spirit.” Jason then raised his leg, about to step on Nianzhuo’s head.

Suddenly, a deadly aura rushed towards him, and Jason quickly dodged to the side.

"Thump—" The crimson knight deactivated his invisibility where Jason had just stood.

"Oh? You dodged it... Good sense." Decade hoisted Nencho, who only had one arm left, onto his shoulder, watching Jason, who wore a resentful expression because he had failed.

"This kid is not someone you can insult. You've escaped with your life." As Nian Zhuo's legs were about to turn into a phantom and disappear, the man hidden in the armor clearly sighed.

"You! Who are you?!" Jason shouted defiantly, shaking off Medea's hand as she came to support him.

"...A Kamen Rider who's just passing by, remember this." The green eye armor flashed, and then a black and white barrier appeared behind Decade.

He walked straight into the dimensional barrier, and only the vanished corpse of Nen-cho told Jason that what had just happened was not an illusion.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Jason's furious voice rang out, stomping his feet on the ship's deck with a loud thud. "One by one, why do you all have to ruin my plans! You deserve to die, you all deserve to die!"

Meanwhile, Decade, carrying Nen Zhuo, crossed the dimensional barrier and returned to the 9-to-5 classroom.

"Hmm...?!" However, what made the destroyer of the world, Tsukasa Kadoya, exclaim in surprise.

“Oh dear… this is…” Uncle stood to the side with his arms crossed, shaking his head.

What could it be that made even the legendary Scythe shake his head and sigh?

Hey, please watch the next episode~

Demon Lord, if you really can't take it anymore, just let me die.

"What... is going on?" Tsukasa Kadoya removed the magenta Driver from his waist, looked at the two Tokiwa Shou Mais glaring at each other, and raised an eyebrow. "How come there are two?" He then placed Nencho's 'corpse' on a chair to the side.

Indeed, two identical girls were sitting on the table with their arms crossed, their faces pressed together, glaring at each other.

"Huh?" Hearing Tsukasa Kadoya's voice, the two girls turned around at the same time. "Who's like her?!" they said in unison, then glared at each other when they saw that the other girl had said the same thing. "Don't copy me!"

"So... what's going on here?" Tsukasa Kadoya looked at his uncle, who was rubbing his hands together.

"Ah...you're Zhuang Wu's friend, right!" Upon seeing Kadoya Tsukasa, Uncle immediately remembered that he was one of the group that had just come by not long ago. He then stroked his chin with a troubled expression, looking at the two Zhuang Wus staring at him. "Well, actually, I don't know what happened either...I was just about to make lunch when Zhuang Wu suddenly seemed to sense something and ran downstairs, her eyes red. Then, just as I was about to ask her what was wrong, another Zhuang Wu who looked exactly like her pushed open the door and walked in. Oh dear, I was quite startled..." He patted his chest, looking like he was still shaken.

"I'm telling you, you're still me, don't you have any shame about showing up like this at your age?" Zhuang Wu, still wearing a nightcap, looked at her other self who was glaring at her and pouted. "Hehe, you're clearly an old lady, yet you're still pretending like this."

"You—!" Clearly, Zhuang Wu, dressed casually, was taken aback by the mention of age. She then puffed out her chest smugly and looked at herself wearing a nightcap. "Seriously? Who is this little girl who claims to be a different version of myself but bursts into tears the moment her minister's death is mentioned?!"

(To distinguish them, the one wearing the nightcap is the Little Demon King, and the one in his everyday state is the Old Demon King.)

"Huh—!" The Little Demon King rubbed her eyes as if trying to cover something up. "I didn't! Besides, I'm not like you anymore!" The Little Demon King looked at the calendar on the wall, the clear words "2019" bringing a slightly joyful smile to her face. "After all, my world is still continuing to function normally~"

"What did you say—!" Suddenly, a loud bang resounded. The old Demon King's hand, still steaming, rested on the table. His world had been destroyed by the Time and Space Administration, and he was forced to bear the lowest of the Demon King's titles. This fact had always been a thorn in Zhuang Wu's side since 68. But considering that what the other party said was indeed true, the old Demon King finally sighed and rubbed his temples. "What you said is indeed correct... Congratulations on indeed taking a different path from mine... You succeeded." With a mixture of bitterness and relief, the old Demon King's gaze softened.

"...Mm." As if sensing the emotions hidden in his words from another version of himself, the little devil nodded, his originally pale red eyes gradually becoming moist again. "You too...do your best."

"Hmm." The old demon king nodded, a rare smile appearing on his face.

"Ah—that?" Just as the atmosphere was getting heavy, Uncle interrupted with a puzzled tone, "Zhuang Wu... what exactly do you mean by 'subjects' and 'the world'...?" With a curious look, Uncle stared at the two identical girls.

"Oh no!" The two exchanged a glance, both sensing something ominous in each other's eyes.

"Hurry up, quickly explain to Uncle!" came the message from the Old Demon King in the Demon Chat Room.

"You think I don't want to?! How do you explain that?" came the little devil's quick reply.

"This is interesting. Let me watch the show for a while." This was said by Tsukasa Kadoya, who was watching the two exchange glances with his arms crossed.

"Ah... umm, Uncle—" Finally, after the little devil had coaxed the old devil with the excuse that "Nian Zhuo is Zhuang Wu's subject," she coughed and then called out the kind address of the kind relative in front of her. She was a little dazed.

"How long have I been—" His thoughts, like a kite, were about to take flight when the old demon himself interrupted them.

Seeing the same smile on his uncle's face that he remembered perfectly, the old demon king finally relaxed.

"Uncle, we were just discussing historical issues." With a familiar tone and familiar voice, the old devil waved his hand, then even placed his hands on his cheeks. "Also, Uncle, I'm hungry~" He deliberately ignored the dead fish eyes of the little devil beside him.

"Uncle! I'm hungry too!" The little devil shouted to his uncle, raising his hand unwillingly.

"Ah, one serving, thank you." Kadoya Tsukasa, who was watching the show, also raised his hand to indicate that he wanted one too.

"Ah...right, Uncle, please prepare two portions for me. After all, someone who's asleep will be waking up soon." The old demon king suddenly spoke as he watched his uncle nod and leave, his gaze shifting to Nian Zhuo, who was practically slumped in his chair. "After all, how can someone wake up hungry?"

"Ah, okay, okay, Uncle, I understand! Four portions in total, right? Uncle, you know, I'm a master chef!" Nodding, Uncle smiled and rolled up his sleeves, but then his expression suddenly fell. "But, my family is a watch repair shop... What's with this feeling of turning into a restaurant..." Although he was complaining, Uncle Shi still went into the inner room and started working.

"So, Tsukasa Kadoya, how is it?" As soon as his uncle left, the old demon king sat down in a chair, raised his leg, and his originally dark pupils gradually turned red. "What exactly is Nen-cho's condition?"

"...Hmm? Uncle just left and he's already like this." The little demon king sighed helplessly as she looked at the old demon king who suddenly exuded a demon king aura. "I'm going to tell Uncle, okay?" Although she said this, she stared at Kadoya Tsukasa with a serious expression. "So, Mr. Kadoya Tsukasa, how is Nencho?"

“…Oh? Are you not arguing anymore?” Kadoya Tsukasa was taken aback at first, then gently pushed Nencho, who was 'sitting' in the chair, revealing the huge crack-like wound on his chest to the two of them. “To be honest, the fatal wound is here.”

"..." Silence fell, but staring at the wound on Nian Zhuo's chest, the old demon king and the little demon king unconsciously clenched their hands together. "Yes—" Then, the two uttered the same word. The old demon king's long hair floated slightly, and the little demon king's pupils gradually turned red.

“It was him.” Then, Tsukasa Kadoya’s answer surprised them: “He took his own life.”

"...Huh?" The little devil tilted his head, looking confused. "...What do you mean?"

"Hmm..." The old demon king fell into thought after hearing this news, then looked at Kadoya Tsukasa and asked, "You mean, Nencho himself willingly used some power that would burn his life or even die as the price?"

"Yes, that's what I mean." Tsukasa Kadoya nodded, raising an eyebrow at Nian Zhuo. "I've seen it. He somehow produced Ghost's final form, and it looks like he's completely inherited even the side effects." Recalling Nian Zhuo's previous performance, Tsukasa Kadoya picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip.

“I’ve seen it. His strength is indeed worth it. The curse of twelve times immortality means that each death grants him resistance to the attack that caused his death. He’s a troublesome type for both of us.” Putting down his water glass, Tsukasa Kadoya patted Nencho’s shoulder. “So, even if what I told him before was your arrangement, I now believe that he can use my power properly.”

"As for what to do next—that's up to you guys." Then, Tsukasa Kadoya returned to his chair, glanced at the two dancers, and fiddled with the camera in his hand.

The choice was handed over to the two Zhuang dancers.

Nianzhuo: Do ​​you think I still have a chance?

"Isn't the answer obvious? Of course we should save him!" The Little Demon King looked at the Old Demon King and Tsukasa Kadoya with suspicion. "Nian Zhuo is someone everyone acknowledges, you know? You're not really going to choose not to save him, are you?"

"Ah...of course we have to save him." Kadoya Tsukasa nodded and looked at the old demon king with a worried expression. "The problem is how to save him. Nian Zhuo's current physical condition comes from that world. For example, we don't know what to do about the wound on his chest that looks like shattered glass..." Kadoya Tsukasa looked at the wound on Nian Zhuo's chest and was also a little worried.

"Ah—I forgot." Suddenly, the old demon king blinked and then suddenly slammed his fist down.

"Huh? You've already come up with a solution?" The little demon king stared at the old demon king curiously, only to find that the latter's face was suddenly covered in sweat.

"Hahaha—" Scratching his cheek, the old demon king looked to the side. "Actually, I forgot that I gave Nianzhuo a reward before he set off..."

"A reward?" Tsukasa Kadoya thought for a moment, then frowned. "Could it be that you were the one who created the infinite soul power of Ghost, which has side effects, for Nencho?"

"Ah no, that's definitely not it." The old demon king's expression turned serious when the topic of power came up. "I don't know how Nian Zhuo obtained that power, but the reward I'm talking about is actually something else..." Then, the seriousness on his face vanished instantly, and the old demon king's face flushed slightly. "Actually... before Nian Zhuo left, I gave him a blessing of resurrection..."

"Hmm... Pfft!" Just as she picked up her water glass, the little devil nodded while listening to the old devil's words, but then, realizing what she had said, she instantly spat out the water. "What did you say?!"

"Hahaha..." The old demon king chose to play dumb for the time being. "Mainly because I forgot about it, and besides, wouldn't you all be more likely to accept him this way..."

"I say! You haven't changed at all, always letting me down at crucial moments!" The little devil tapped the table, recalling his first encounter with the other person. "After all, your initial appearance caused me quite a bit of psychological trauma..."

An aura of arrogance that can suffocate anyone who even looks at it, and an absolute power that can end everything with a wave of the hand.

However, no matter which path the little devil took, he couldn't connect with the BBA in front of him who was clearly more than ten years older than him but was still pretending to be young.

"So, the question is, after all this time, why hasn't your resurrection blessing triggered yet?" Tsukasa Kadoya selectively ignored the old demon king's behavior, his gaze still fixed on Nencho, who was slumped in his chair. "...Is your thing even reliable?"

"Well... to be specific, it depends on his wishes." With Nianzhuo's life at stake, the old demon king had no time for jokes. "After all, this ability depends on whether he wants to wake up or not."

"...So what should we do now?" The little demon king sat dejectedly in the chair, looking worriedly at Nian Zhuo's 'corpse'. "Isn't there any way to speed up his awakening...?"

"...We can only wait." The old demon king pulled out a chair and sat down again, picking up the teacup in front of him. "And until he wakes up, all we can do is wait." He gently drank the warm tea in front of him in one gulp, and the three of them stared at Nian Zhuo with wide eyes.

However, in the old demon king's eyes, his crimson pupils gleamed with a bewitching light.

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"My body feels so heavy..." This was Nianzhuo's first thought after waking up from unconsciousness.

His whole body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. Most importantly, he couldn't even control his hands and feet. Only the constant heaviness coming from his limbs made him realize that his limbs were still there.

"Huff-hah—!" Even breathing felt like someone was choking him and holding him underwater, constantly squeezing his turbid lungs.

The dizzying feeling of weightlessness and falling made him lose his sense of direction and not know what to do.

Then, Nianzhuo suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the ground.

"…!" His lungs instantly felt clear again. Nian Zhuo rubbed his eyes and looked at everything before him. "Where am I…?"

Subsequently, bodily functions gradually recovered, and memories gradually returned to the mind.

"I remember, it was because of the side effects of forcibly using the power of infinite souls..." Suddenly, Nian Zhuo's eyes widened as he looked around. "So... I'm already dead?!"

"That's right, this is the world after death, the mental landscape presented in the host's mind." The system's emotionless voice rang out in Nian Zhuo's mind, startling him so much that he jumped up from the ground. "In other words, the host is now a dead person."

"...Don't scare me, System. But I didn't expect you to be here too." Now that he knew he was dead, Nian Zhuo simply spread his arms and lay down on the ground. "Ah, but I didn't expect my journey to end like this... In the end, I still lost to myself, damn it." Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, Nian Zhuo was still upset about not being able to defeat Jason and Medea.

"No, host, the only thing the system disagrees with you on is this matter." Unexpectedly, the system showed a different opinion from Nian Zhuo for the first time. "They failed to reduce Ritsuka and the others' combat strength. On the contrary, you took away the enemy's most troublesome spearmen and berserkers. It's only a matter of time before that singularity is repaired."

"You kept your promise and prevented any of those you protected from dying. You fulfilled your duty, so this battle was undoubtedly a great victory for the host."

"...Thanks, System." Covering her eyes with her arm, Nian Zhuo smiled and thanked the invisible system. "It would be nice if you had a name... In this battle, in this singularity, I did win. But in the end? Unlike the original story, they had to face another 'beast' whose strength I didn't know, or rather, the one I knew was stronger than the Oma Eboshi of 68. -- Damn it." Realizing how slim the hope of victory was, Nian Zhuo was so angry about her own death.

He was not afraid of death, but he resented that he had failed to pave the way for their victory.

"Um, host..." The system was about to say something when it was interrupted by Nian Zhuo, who suddenly stood up.

"Forget it! Let's find a way back!" Realizing that complaining here would be pointless, Nianzhuo simply stood up and seriously examined his surroundings. "...Oh right, system, you said this is the landscape of my mind after I died. Can I control it freely?"

"...I'm not sure, but it's possible." The system's voice became Nian Zhuo's only companion, and the two of them walked aimlessly through this world.

Nianzhuo was very satisfied with the landscape of his mind... or rather, he was too satisfied. A huge rainbow and a blazing sun floated in the sky, and soft earth and an endless grassland lay beneath his feet.

"Wow... This is the first time I've felt that my inner self looks so beautiful." With her arms behind her head, Nian Zhuo walked slowly. "No wonder this is the grassland... Hmm?!" Then, Nian Zhuo noticed a wooden gate standing on the grass not far away.

Strangely, there were no buildings around the door, just a door standing there.

“What is this…” Nian Zhuo walked to the door, tentatively looked at the front and back of the door, and then knocked on the door. “The scenery on both sides is not much different. Besides, why is there a door in my heart?” Then, Nian Zhuo grasped the doorknob.

"Click..." As Nian Zhuo gripped the doorknob and slowly turned it, the sound of the lock being unlocked rang out at the same time.

Then, Nianzhuo suddenly pulled open the wooden door and jumped to the side.

"Squeak—" The door was opened, but nothing came out, and there was no strange phenomenon such as a violent explosion.

"What is this—" Nian Zhuo peered curiously into the room, but the sight before him silenced him instantly.

He had seen that scene many times in his dreams and in reality.

The crystal-blue Chaldea floated in mid-air, and many people sat scattered around the technologically advanced room.