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

"Come! Rank 30! Sea Demon Buddha Nius! Use your power to end this journey!" With the girl's voice, Medea raised her staff and struck it in the center of the black and red magic circle.

The Holy Grail provided her with a continuous flow of magic, which flowed down her staff into the black and red magic circle and finally condensed on Jason's body.

Golden particles, along with black and red light, continuously coiled and twisted around Jason's body, gradually transforming his originally human form into a non-human one.

Jason, as a human and as a Servant, is dead. His body is now filled with something, swelling up completely.

A huge black fog enveloped Jason's body.

Then, several tentacles emerged from the black mist, and a huge, black and red pillar-shaped monster appeared from the mist.

"A demon...!" Leonardo da Vinci, far away in Chaldea, stared wide-eyed at the enormous black and red monster that appeared on the screen, as if he were pressing his face against it. "This is the second one, no, it should be called the second pillar...! Does this thing really exist...!"

"...!" Sensing the overwhelming resentment emanating from the Demon God Pillar in front of her, Mash's expression also turned gloomy with unease.

“This is truly astonishing…” King David, instead, stared quietly at the enormous monster that had appeared before him, his eyes filled with an unusual light. “And she seemed to have said something just now.” He looked at Medea, whose face was beaming with joy.

"She said... ranked thirtieth, Buddha Nius...!!" Nian Zhuo gritted his teeth, subtly gripping the Zi-O II watch face in his hand. "Isn't that referring to Solomon's demon god!?"

“This thing—” Even Atalanta’s usually calm face showed unease. Her hunter’s instincts told her that what was in front of her was completely different from her prey. The suppression from the magic even made her breathing a little faster. “Can I defeat it…?”

Just as she was worrying, a sharp gunshot rang out beside her, striking the bloated body of the Demon God Pillar and making a cracking sound.

"Great! Hit!" Drake blew on the still slightly dusty muzzle of the gun and nodded in satisfaction. "Fantastic! If it can be hit, it means it can be defeated!" He patted Mash and Ritsuka on the shoulder, then looked at the towering demon in front of him, his eyes filled with passion for adventure and the flames of battle.

"Come on, Mash. This is truly the final battle! Come on! Cheer up!" Looking at Mash's slightly uneasy face, Drake smiled and shook his head. "You came here to completely defeat this guy, didn't you?! Then stand tall! This guy is the main course made for you, for all of you! Defeat it with a fearless smile!"

“‘I don’t care about monsters like you. Just hand over the beautiful crown!’” Drake coughed and uttered these seemingly unrelated words in a strange tone.

"Ohhhhhhhh...!?" The underlings on the Golden Deer, on the contrary, became inexplicably excited, their eyes following their leader's figure closely. "Just now... just now I think I heard something strange!? The leader actually said something like a normal woman!?" However, just as he poked his head out, a hot lead bullet grazed the top of his head.

"Ugh, so annoying! All of you shut up and hide in the cabin, you idiots!" Drake pointed at the writhing black and red demon pillar and warned his underlings sternly, "That's not something you can handle!" Then, he rubbed his cheek and looked away somewhat embarrassedly.

"Alright...alright, hurry up and do it, Mash!" Drake coughed twice, a blush creeping onto his face. "And...and you should just forget what I just said! If you keep dawdling, I might take the second Holy Grail, you know?"

"—Captain Drake." After a brief silence, Mash looked solemnly at Drake's face. "………………Yes, I understand!" Nodding vigorously, Mash looked at Ritsuka, only to find that Nencho and Ritsuka were already standing together.

"Master, and Mr. Nianzhuo. The last enemy of this era has been confirmed!" Mash raised her shield, ready for battle. "Begin, Human Order Correction—!!"

"Go! Mash!" Ritsuka raised her arm, three bright red crests shining on her hand. "You must win! Also, Mr. Nianzhuo, hurry up too! Have your skills gotten worse since you haven't returned for so long?" Looking at Nianzhuo to the side, Ritsuka pointed with a half-smile at Mash and the others who were preparing to fight not far away.

"Come on, I didn't get to see the previous battle, so let me take a good look at it now!" Then, Ritsuka's body surged with a bright red magical light, and the magic that instantly enhanced her enveloped the Servants present.

"Okay, okay..." Nian Zhuo shrugged with a wry smile. "Really, I'm just a tool~" He silently twisted the Zi-O II watch face, splitting it in two.

“Then, make good use of my power—if you can.” With a smile, Nian Zhuo placed the two dials on either side of the driver and flipped it over.

A silver clock appeared behind Nencho, from which pale gold gears extended, wrapping around Zi-O's basic armor layer by layer.

"Rider Time! Kamen Rider! Rider! Zi-O·Zi-O·Zi-OⅡ!"

"So, this is the final battle!" Holding the strongest limit sword and the time gun sword in his hands at the same time, Nian Zhuo looked at the constantly writhing demon god pillar in front of him and finally became serious.

The demonic pillar before me is Funuos, the Sea Demon Funuos. Ranked thirtieth.

Legend has it that when it is summoned, it appears as a sea monster covered in scales, and sometimes it will appear carrying the corpse of a drowned person, but its abilities have nothing to do with the ocean.

He was once a lament for time, a seeker of the pillars of phenomena. Now, he has become an enemy in the face of resistance to the restoration of human reason!

"————!" Having merged with Jason's body, Fornuos twisted his massive form, and several tentacles emerged from the black mist, striking the 'human' in front of him, which was only the size of a bean.

"Don't even think about it!" Before he could even fire the shot, Drake pulled the trigger of his two flintlock pistols. The lead bullets instantly severed the tentacles, which then lay wriggling on the deck.

“Ugh…” Drake grimaced as he watched green blood flow from the tentacles. “This looks disgusting—” Even so, the trigger in his hand did not stop. The hot lead bullets kept hitting Fornos’s huge body, leaving one visible crater after another.

"—You won't stop my plan!" The girl's voice rang out from beside Fornos. Medea raised her staff to half the height of Fornos, and at the same time, the staff in her hand shimmered with a healing light.

The shattered pit seemed to reverse time, with chunks of flesh wriggling and regenerating in their original spots, instantly turning Funuosi into an unharmed figure.

"Tch, there's another disobedient princess..." Drake pointed his gun at Medea, but she had already erected a defensive spell in front of him. At the same time, disregarding the consumption of magic power, she summoned several magic cannons that swept across the deck of the Argo.

This is a last-ditch effort. If even such an offensive is not enough to stop Drake and his group, then the only outcome left for the girl is death.

Therefore, she is now using the Holy Grail's magic power within her without hesitation, forcibly urging the casting of one spell after another.

"Please rest assured!" A torrent of purple magic tore through the ship's planks, but the girl raised her shield and blocked it in front of the Servants.

"Leave the support to me!" Mash, now back to her usual self, rekindled her fighting spirit.

Then, the goddesses simultaneously drew their longbows, and King David held the green stone in his hand.

Even Asterius's giant-like body seemed insignificant before the demon pillars, yet his immense strength and sharp double axes continuously inflicted deep wounds on Phonius.

However, the pitch-black mist gradually spread outwards, and monsters resembling sea demons kept emerging from it.

This is one of the powers of Funuos. Originally, he commanded twenty-nine legions in legend, but now he can only summon these writhing monsters to harass Ritsuka and the others' attacks.

"How pathetic..." The clock hands above Nian Zhuo's head began to spin again.

Next, the possibilities of the future became established facts, appearing before Nianzhuo's eyes.

Where will the opponent's tentacles attack? Where will the monsters summoned by the opponent appear? What will Medea do? ... Everything is condensed in the counterclockwise rotating clock hand above Nian Zhuo's head.

They seized the only future and held the possibility of success in their hands.

Nian Zhuoliang's purple eye armor glowed, and the slender blades on his hands reflected a fluorescent light.

"It feels like...it might work." He said softly, then suddenly rushed forward.

"Fonius! Stop him!" Medea's face paled as she watched Nianzhuo rushing towards them.

Having witnessed the opponent's boundless power, Medea dared not underestimate this Servant who could even transcend death. She quickly turned her firepower around and fired the magic cannon towards Nencho, while ordering Forsyth to stop the silver figure.

“…Three seconds until the first attack.” Nian Zhuo whispered the words only he knew, silently counting down in his mind, “3, 2, 1—Go!” Then, he suddenly leaped up.

Next, the magic cannon, along with its pitch-black tentacles, instantly tore the deck where Nian Zhuo had just been standing into pieces, and Nian Zhuo narrowly escaped the attack just before it hit him.

Looking at Medea's pale face and the writhing eyeballs on the massive flesh of the Demon God Pillar, Nian Zhuo's lips, hidden beneath his mask, curled into a smile.

"The second time—"

His struggles as an ordinary person

At this moment, Jason's consciousness seemed to sink into the dark seabed.

"It's so dark..." Jason felt like his eyelids were being crushed by a thousand-pound boulder, and even lifting a finger was impossible. "What... am I doing...?"

Memories erupted in his mind, some belonging to him, some not. The memories of the individual named Jason echoed endlessly within him.

From the initial regret and anger of having the throne usurped by his uncle, to the helplessness at the very beginning of the search for the Golden Fleece.

Those were tears falling onto her eyes in the rainy night, the stubbornness of gritting her teeth and keeping her eyes fixed on the throne even while crying.

So he received Hercules' help and enjoyed a golden period in his life.

The dark-skinned strongman smiled and extended his palm towards him, while the huntress who had killed the demon boar stood silently behind him.

Zeus's sons Castor and Polydeuces revered him as crew members.

In the very end—it remains deep within my heart, even as I am about to die.

—That little bit of happiness.

The girl in pale purple hugged her arm, her face filled with happiness and a touch of anticipation...

“Medea…” Jason’s expression became very complicated.

He loved this girl, but... that love could not withstand the test of time.

But now, looking at the fragments of his memories appearing before him like bubbles, he desperately tried to raise his hand to touch them.

However, his arm was so heavy that he could almost feel it wriggling.

No… not just as if, his eyes widened suddenly when he saw his own arm.

His red eyes were inlaid with a jet-black cross, and his arms had turned into jet-black, writhing chunks of flesh.

"Ah... Ah!!!!" Instantly, Jason's scream echoed in the seabed where only he could hear it.

He tried to grip his monstrous arm tightly, only to find that his other hand had also turned into a monster at some point.

"Who...who did this to me?!" He wanted to question someone, but found that he was all alone.

Then he remembered that on his Agor, Medea's hand had pierced through his chest, using him as a medium to summon—what?

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Jason looked around at the dark, deserted seabed, filled with questions, and even speaking was difficult.

He could clearly sense that his body was being replaced by something.

That was something he couldn't defy, an inviolable will... a "monster" that was above him.

He had already experienced this feeling once, not long ago.

That man... that heroic spirit, that colorful light!

Even though he couldn't speak, Jason could still feel the boiling anger in his chest.

One by one, they all come to get me!

All I wanted was to create an ideal country... All I wanted was to take back everything that was mine!

Why, why are you all trying to stop me!

"Isn't it because of your bad personality? You idiot?" However, a familiar yet unfamiliar male voice came from behind.

"What did you say!" Jason struggled to open his eyes, half of his pupil already filled with a black cross, yet he still stared at the direction from which the voice came with his still surviving half of his emerald green eyes.

Snow-white feathers fell from the sky and landed on Jason's increasingly bloated and twisted body.

Then, the feathers gradually melted away, and Jason found that his body seemed to have returned to some of its original form under the influence of the feathers.

Standing there is the spirit who led his most trusted hero, Hercules, to his death.

"Nian Zhuo...!" Finally, for some reason, the name of that heroic spirit came to mind. Jason gripped the soft 'ground' beneath him with his no-human hands. "You bastard! You bastard! Did you come here to mock me?!"

"Heh, too bad, that's not it." The pure white armored Heroic Spirit shrugged, seemingly indifferent. "I am... well, a 'Nian Zhuo' that exists in your memories. Back then, you caught a feather that fell from the sky, and that was me." After carefully recalling, he spoke to the 'human' lying on the ground in a way Jason could understand.

"So what? Even if I'm here to mock you, so what?" He slowly approached, bubbles rising and bursting from his breath, until he stood before Jason. "In your current state, are you even worthy of being called the captain of the Argo?"

“If it weren’t for you—if it weren’t for you—!” Jason’s teeth became sharp and dense, indicating that the spell’s effects were still working on him. “If, if Hercules were still here—! You lot would be nothing but ants that could be easily killed!”

"—But Hercules is dead, I killed him." 'Nianzhuo' tilted his head, looking at Jason lying motionless on the ground, his tone seemingly carrying a hint of mockery. "And then? You want to avenge him? With you? With your strength that I, a mere novice, can't even defeat?" Slowly squatting down, 'Nianzhuo' took off his hat, the colorful horn almost hitting Jason's forehead.

"—It's useless. Without Herax, without the crew of the Argo, you are nothing." Patting his cheeks, which were already showing black and red lines, 'Nianzhuo' stood up and walked into the even darker depths.

"A man named Jason can only live a useless, mediocre life like this. His figure gradually turned into white feathers and disappeared, his orange-yellow eyes glancing at Jason, who was staring at him resentfully behind him."