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"Hmm...? Why did Leonardo da Vinci say that? Is it because Jason and the others' ideas are inherently ambiguous..." Ritsuka's expression then turned strange. "Or is the Ark of the Covenant simply useless...?"

“No, no, no, it’s said that the Ten Commandments are sealed inside the Ark of the Covenant. And whoever opens the Ark will be punished.” Taking a sip of his coffee, Leonardo da Vinci grumbled that it wasn’t Blue Mountain before continuing, “Anyway, the Ark of the Covenant is the kind of legend that ‘cannot be opened,’ like Pandora’s Box in Greece. What do they want to do with that? I simply cannot understand how anyone could have such a foolish idea.”

“…I see.” Mashu nodded in understanding. “The doctor probably couldn’t imagine the worst-case scenario.”

“What a coward…” Euryale said with her back to Mashu. Just as Da Vinci was still trying to ignore the past as a sad complaint, Euryale suddenly continued, “Or should I say… that she is too smart.”

Seeing that the little goddess had finally returned to her usual sharp-tongued self, Ritsuka and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hmm…while you’re not entirely wrong about being a coward…” Leonardo da Vinci, far away in Chaldea, stroked his smooth chin. “But…you’re so nonchalant because you don’t know the legend of the Ark of the Covenant.”

"Alright, alright, stop arguing." Drake, infected by Ritsuka's words, put on his arrogant smile again, clapped his hands to signal for quiet. "Anyway, we should go find that thing called the Ark of the Covenant now, right? Let's get it as soon as possible. If anything unexpected happens, we'll destroy that ark to piss them off."

“Captain…didn’t you hear what I just said…” Da Vinci tapped the table angrily. “When someone tries to destroy or open the Ark of the Covenant, it will activate. That’s divine punishment; think about the consequences. It might turn this place into a barren wasteland!”

"What the hell is this?" Drake was astonished by the Ark of the Covenant's effect, muttering angrily, "Why would previous kings carry such a dangerous thing! Were they all idiots?!"

"It's no use yelling at me..." Leonardo da Vinci fanned his ears with his hand, indicating his helplessness.

“…But I also agree with the proposal to find the Ark of the Covenant.” Mash also agreed, but then lowered her head sadly. “But…how are we going to deal with the heroes of the Argo? No, to put it more bluntly…if Mr. Nianzhuo doesn’t defeat Heracles…how are we going to deal with him?” That dark giant had left such a powerful shadow on everyone present that even just mentioning his name made Asterius’s breathing quicken, as if he were about to fall into anger again.

“Hercules… even as a Berserker, his power as a great hero hasn’t diminished.” Touching the wound on Asterius’s shoulder, Euryale frowned in distress. “Thanks to Nenju holding them off, we were able to escape unharmed…” Finally, the goddess asked Ritsuka with a somewhat empty smile, “…He… is he dead?”

“…Hmm.” Mashu’s tone was somewhat… strained. “I’m afraid so.”

“…How foolish.” Euryale turned around and looked in the direction the ship had come from. “To die while covering the rear, that pervert… just for us weaklings, he was willing to give his life for us. His reason for risking his life to protect us… really, that’s all.” Her small hands gripped the railing.

“Yes, but Mr. Nianzhuo has absolutely no regrets.” Ritsuka walked to her side and looked at the rainbow that had already faded in the sky with her. “It was because of Mr. Nianzhuo that we were not completely wiped out.”

“…Perhaps.” Euryale gently released her hand, lowered her head and slowly squatted down. “But we might as well just accept our fate of total annihilation. Nianzhuo is already dead, Asterius is seriously injured, and what if Heracles is still alive? But normally, this fact alone is enough to make us feel utterly hopeless.”

“No, it can’t be.” It wasn’t Ritsuka who answered, but Leonardo da Vinci, who was excitedly looking at the report in his hand. “Nian Zhuo’s efforts were not in vain. Within minutes of our departure, Hercules’s spirit origin reaction completely disappeared from the Argonauts, which means—”

“Nian Zhuo, despite his severe injuries, killed that great Greek hero eleven times.”

“So that’s how it is…” Euryale turned her head, her hands clenching tightly. “Then we can’t let Nianzhuo’s efforts go to waste…”

"Huh... that guy actually did it." Orion's tone was incredibly sour, but his eyes relaxed. "What an interesting Heroic Spirit..."

At that moment, Nian Zhuo, who was eating in another world, suddenly raised his head.

"What's wrong...?" Zhuang Wu, who was 68 years old, turned her head curiously.

"...It's nothing, I just suddenly understood some things." Nian Zhuo smiled, his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxing.

I have been summoned, and I must respond, as always.

The girl held up hope as she searched for a way.

"Damn it... damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!" The young man's furious voice echoed from the deck. Jason stomped on the deck, cursing the Heroic Spirit who had driven him to this desperate situation. "He's just a nobody, a third-rate piece of trash, but what's with that power?!... Medea!" He looked at the girl beside him holding a staff. "Is there any way to track them down?" Seeing the girl, Jason forced a grim smile.

“No problem.” The girl nodded, the staff in her hand glowing. “When I made contact with them, I had already analyzed the structure of their magic circuits. As long as they are still somewhere in this world, I can still find them.”

"Then... can we find the Ark of the Covenant?" Jason seemed somewhat eager.

“Alright.” The girl nodded, golden light emanating from her staff. “Even if we don’t go looking for it—they will find it for us. That captain… Francis Drake was a hero who greatly expanded the world’s territory, known as the Star Pioneer. Since she could expand this world, she must be able to cause miracles as well. If we can reap her rewards, this world will be in Lord Jason’s hands.”

The girl bowed slightly, recalling Euryale's distraught appearance earlier.

"Don't worry, Master." She parted her lips slightly, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Eureka can be caught anytime. As long as we have the Holy Grail, and as the witch of Colchis, we are invincible—" Medea's emotions remained largely unchanged as she looked at the ball of magic on the chest of the blond youth before her.

“We have obtained a fragment of the Holy Grail, and therefore, we have also gained the right to rule this ocean world.”

"Is that so! I see. All we need to do is use them!" Jason smiled with satisfaction, patted Medea's head, and then quickly pulled away. "As expected of Medea, you are indeed not a treacherous witch, but a hero's virtuous wife! This title is worthy of you! My beloved Medea!" However, Jason's hand, which had touched Medea's head, was now wiping itself on his clothes.

"The treacherous witch...who does she mean...?" Medea closed her eyes in confusion. Still in the state of having just left the island, she didn't know what would happen to her in the future, so she was completely unaware of Jason's words and seemed to pose no threat at all.

But then, the girl turned her head and looked at the boundless sea.

“Yes, there’s no need to tell him the truth… because this world will disappear sooner or later.” The girl gently pressed her hand to her chest. “Because that lord will not allow only this sea to remain eternally unchanged. In that case, letting him immerse himself in happiness as he faces his end isn’t such a bad thing, is it?” As she spoke, the girl even revealed a cheerful smile, biting her finger. “However, what I didn’t expect was that Hercules still retained a sliver of rationality. Perhaps he guessed that Euryale was a key figure, which is why he planned to kill her to prevent the Honkai from happening. But unfortunately…” The corners of the girl’s mouth gradually curled up, and her eyes gradually turned cold.

"Thank you, unknown Heroic Spirit, for eliminating such an unstable element for me..." A smug smile silently appeared on the girl's face. "The clock of the end has moved forward another step. Just a little more effort, and the world will collapse." Then, her empty eyes looked at Jason standing at the bow of the ship, and she grinned with a smile that sent chills down one's spine. "My beloved, before that moment arrives, please be sure to wake me from my dream."

No threat at all? The girl's demeanor seems far more dangerous and desperate than her future self.

Meanwhile, Drake and her friends also encountered some minor troubles.

Just as they were pondering how to deal with Medea, a pirate rushed over.

"Boss!" Catching her breath and clutching her knees, the pirate hurriedly pointed in a direction. "Sorry to interrupt you, but the ghost ship has appeared!"

"Huh?" Drake was in a bad mood because of Jason and a series of other troubles and wanted to take it out on someone, but unexpectedly, a reckless enemy delivered himself to his door. "Well, I guess I'll take it out on them. ...I think you guys are too, right?" Then, he looked at Ritsuka and the others who were already on high alert behind him.

“Of course, this is the first battle since Mr. Nianzhuo left, so we need to grow stronger quickly.” Mash raised her shield and stood at the front, while Euryale and Artemis drew their bows.

Now that Nianzhuo is gone, it is even more important for them to grow.

"Alright, everyone! Let's go into battle!" Ritsuka then raised her head and pointed to the ghost ship that was swaying and approaching in the distance.

The girls embarked on their journey anew, while the protagonist, who had just been resurrected, was enjoying a delicious meal at home.

"Hehehe, it smells so good." Nianzhuo patted his stomach contentedly after finishing the miso soup in one gulp. "Alright, thank you for the meal, Uncle! It was delicious!"

"Oh, no need to be so polite. Since you're Zhuang Wu..." The uncle looked at the two girls who were still behaving themselves during the meal with a worried expression, but then his expression disappeared immediately. "Anyway, since you're Zhuang Wu's friends, you can come and play anytime! Although my family runs a watch repair shop..." The familiar complaining voice made Nian Zhuo chuckle.

"Well then, I've eaten and drunk my fill..." Nianzhuo patted his stomach, stood up, and bowed to Tokiwa Junichiro. "Thank you very much for your hospitality. I will remember this kindness. Well then, I have some things to attend to, so I'll take my leave now." With that, Nianzhuo opened the door and left.

"Wait a minute." The two girls who were arguing stopped at the same time. Zhuang Wu, who was 68 years old, threw the pink card that Kadoya Tsukasa had put on the table to Nian Zhuo. "Hey, Nian Zhuo, catch this."

"Hmm...?" Nian Zhuo had just turned around curiously when he saw the pink card flying over. He quickly caught it in his hand. "What is this...?"

The system's voice automatically sounded in his mind, and at the same time, the pink card in his hand transformed into a data stream that flowed into his body.

"Congratulations, host, you have gained Tsukasa Kadoya's recognition."

"Reward: Decade Trial Card (Old Decade) for Godhood Status"

Note: Tsukasa Kadoya: Don't forget to bring me a meal too.

"...Wait, what the heck is this note?!" Nian Zhuo's newly cheerful mood instantly crumbled. "Kadoya Tsukasa can communicate with you?"

"No... he wrote those words on the pink card..." The system's voice sounded somewhat innocent before it entered Nian Zhuo's consciousness.

"Alright..." Without saying anything more, Nian Zhuo stood up again. "Then everyone, I'll be going back now."

"Oh... Be careful on the road?" Uncle waved with a smile, then asked with some concern, "Is your home far from here? Do you need me to take you home? Let me tell you, when I was young, I wanted to be a motorcyclist... although now I just ride a bicycle."

"Ah, Uncle, there's no need for that." The two dancers stood up simultaneously, blocking their uncle's way, and quickly waved their hands to stop his dangerous idea. "Your back isn't good to begin with, let us do it..."

"Oh, alright then." Uncle gave up on Nian Zhuo and turned to pick up a lunchbox. "By the way, this is a meal that Zhuang Wu asked me to pack. I just looked and found that the guy with the strange hairstyle... oh right, his name is Kadoya Tsukasa, right? Since he wasn't here, I just packed it up and asked Nian Zhuo to take it for him."

"Oh, oh..." Nian Zhuo felt as if he had just attended a normal party, but then the two Zhuang Wu grabbed his arms. "Hey, Demon... no, Miss Zhuang Wu, what's going on with you two...?"

"It's alright~" Zhuang Wu, who was 68 years old, pinched Nian Zhuo's waist to signal him to be quiet, then turned to her great-uncle and waved with a smile, "Well then, goodbye, Great-Uncle, I'll go see him off~"

"Oh! Go ahead, go ahead!" Uncle just smiled and turned to clear the table.

However, as soon as the doors of the 9-to-5 office closed, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

“This time, Nianzhuo… I won’t give you the blessing of resurrection again.” Zhuang Wu, who was 68 years old, bit her lip and tightened her grip on Nianzhuo’s arm. “You’ve already died once. If I give you this blessing again, you definitely won’t cherish your own life. So I will absolutely not give it to you again. I want you to understand the weight of life.”

“That’s right, that’s right.” The little demon king nodded, the newly formed golden energy in his hand radiating a soft light. “Time, no one can refuse its power, but no one can withstand its punishment.”

"My punishment is the past, my reputation. This power made me 'slightly' stronger, but it also came at a price." The old demon king looked at the dark golden orb in his hand, which occasionally emanated a destructive impulse, and hesitated.

"My punishment is unknown, and the key to unlocking the future also requires my power to forge, but who can say for sure what will happen in the future...?" Recalling the three strange dreams he had once had, the little demon king smiled helplessly.

Then, the two of them stretched out their hands together, and the light representing the past and the new gradually merged together to form a huge golden gate.

"Behind that door lies the world where you died." The old demon king gave Nianzhuo a final hug before quickly separating. "Take care of yourself. I don't want to see you die again. If you still want to keep up with me, grow stronger as soon as possible, my subject—"

"I will, Your Majesty." Without needing to call her Demon King, Nian Zhuo, who considered her one of the most important people, gently released the girl, then pounded his chest. "The resolve and faith here are not over yet. In that world, there are also those who wait for me, those who believe in me, so, Demon King..."

"I must continue my journey." Then, Nianzhuo turned and was about to walk into the door.

"Wait a minute." A familiar voice came from behind. The Little Demon King stepped forward under the Old Demon King's curious gaze. "Although she won't give you the blessing of resurrection..." Then, the girl held out a golden ball of light, the same ball of light that Nian Zhuo had seen the Demon Lady give him before. "But I can, so do you want to accept it, Nian Zhuo?"

"..." Nian Zhuo just stared at the golden ball of light in the little demon king's hand. The warm and gentle light of life shone on Nian Zhuo's face, as if throwing him into a soft quilt.

...To be honest, he really wanted it.

Because they knew that the enemies ahead would become increasingly difficult, whether it was Tesla and Black Lancer Artoria in the Fourth Singularity, or the incomplete Goetia, or White Lancer Artoria in Chapter 6 and Tiamat in Chapter 7, these were all enemies that Nencho would find difficult to defeat even if he tried his best.

even……

The sound of mechanical friction coming from his brain made Nianzhuo frown slightly.

The mere memory of that beast who sneered at everything made Nian Zhuo so angry that he felt like he was about to turn into a Berserker.

Therefore, having this blessing of resurrection would undoubtedly be a powerful trump card in the battles to come.

“…” Nian Zhuo’s hand slowly reached out.

"..." Although the corners of his mouth were turned up, there was no smile on the little devil's face.

"...No." However, Nian Zhuo's hand suddenly stopped just before touching the golden ball of light. He shook his head with a satisfied smile. "Let's forget about this thing, Your Majesty the Demon King of another timeline."

"...Why?" Her face showed no sorrow, joy, anger, or confusion; this was the truest form of the newly reborn King. Tokiwa Sou looked at Nian Zhuo, the orb of light in her hand already put away. "This is the blessing of a resurrection. Countless warriors would fight tooth and nail to possess it, and you, who have experienced its wonders, would actually give it up?"

“…To be honest, it is indeed very attractive to me.” Nian Zhuo waved his hand, but the golden light in his eyes was not so gentle. “But unfortunately, I have already reserved a seat over there, and it’s not in my nature to stand someone up.”

"Be careful on the road." My parents' words of advice echoed in my ears.

"We all believe in you." The employees' voices still lingered in Nianzhuo's heart.

“Precisely because I have already promised them, I cannot accept this.” Nian Zhuo slapped the golden ball of light out of the little demon king’s hand. “If I were to possess that thing again, I would probably die again in the near future. When I see them again then, I don’t want to tell them that I failed to keep my promise this time.”

“The living have things to do, and the dead should rest in peace.” Nian Zhuo tapped his head, turned around, and looked at the golden door in front of him. “Therefore, in order not to leave any regrets in my life, I will burn this life to the last moment.”

"Then, farewell, my king." Finally, Nianzhuo stepped through the gate.

The two ladies of the Demon Realm waved gently, watching Nian Zhuo's figure disappear through the golden doorway.

“It seems… he is indeed trustworthy.” Pulling out his other hand from behind his back, the little demon king held a golden longsword radiating destructive energy. “Indeed, you didn’t misjudge him.”

"...Phew, I was startled by your sudden action too." The 68-year-old Demon King also took her hand out from behind her back, but what she held in her hand was a ball of light radiating life energy. "But it seems I won the bet, didn't I~" She revealed a satisfied smile that Nian Zhuo couldn't see.

"Although others might see me as an idiot, refusing even the resurrection blessing placed right in front of me," the old demon king tapped his cheek, a blush spreading across his face, "from my perspective, I really do look like... well, you know." His voice suddenly trailed off, leaving only the little demon king's wide eyes.

"Then, I'll go back too." Even after the old demon king opened the golden door and left, the little demon king was still unable to recover from his shock.

"So you really are..."

Go and search for the faint light.