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"Let the weak slowly be swallowed up by malice."

"Gulp—!" Jason watched as 'Nian Zhuo's' figure disappeared, and the throbbing sensation in his body made him feel extremely nauseous. "That guy, that guy! I must! I absolutely must kill him!"

The weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak, the weak.

His words before leaving kept echoing in his ears, but he could only listen to them and couldn't even resist.

—You absolutely must kill that guy!

I must go back to that place! Back to that scene! And then, fiercely, use that power to kill that guy! All those guys!

Suddenly, he stared frantically at the dark red patterns writhing on his body, and couldn't help but show a look of fear.

“This is a ‘special gift,’ so accept it properly—” Jason then gave up struggling, and dark red lines instantly rose to the corners of his eyes, while the throbbing sensation in his body intensified once more.

Dark red tentacles pierced the ground around his body, bending and wrapping around his form.

"Watch closely, you damned bastard." He laughed maniacally, letting the tentacles envelop him tightly.

Finally, dark red tentacles enveloped his head, plunging him into darkness.

In reality, the battle against the Demon Pillars continues.

"I have a feeling that this Demon Pillar is so weak—" Nian Zhuo dodged the attacks from the Demon Pillar above his head, casually slicing through the magic cannons fired by Medea and the tentacle monsters that pounced on him. He scratched his head as he looked at the Demon Pillar that could only roar.

"—Yes, I feel the same way." Mash, who had been arriving late from behind, nodded, but the seriousness in her eyes had not diminished in the slightest. "Compared to the Demon God Pillars that appeared in the previous Singularities, this Demon God Pillar is not as powerful as I imagined. In fact—" Mash watched as the black and red eyes on the pillar-like object suddenly flashed, and she raised her shield with both hands.

A beam of dark light shot out from the pupils and struck Mash's raised shield, but it failed to cause any damage.

"—You can't even make me back down." Mash, still standing in place, nodded seriously at Nian Zhuo.

“Ah…” Nian Zhuo felt a little embarrassed looking at Mashu’s almost sarcastic words. “When did this child become so sharp-tongued? At the same time, the clock hands above his head started to turn again.

"Oh—?!" Seemingly having discovered something interesting, Nianzhuo suddenly grabbed Mashu's hand and jumped to the side.

Then, on the deck where the two had just been standing, several tentacles pierced through the deck and instantly extended to the same height as Nencho and Mashu, who had jumped up.

If Nianzhuo hadn't observed the future again just now, this move might actually have been somewhat effective.

"But it's still not very useful!" Releasing his grip on Mashu's hand, he watched her purple hair flutter. "Mash! Cover me!"

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Nianzhuo!" Then, her body floated in mid-air, and the girl gripped the shield tightly with both hands.

As expected, Medea's magic cannon came one after another. Feeling the heat of the magic, the girl closed her eyes.

"Swoosh—" As expected, the raised shield collided with the magic cannon, and the huge thrust pushed Mash and Nianzhuo, who were in mid-air, backward together.

"It might hurt a little now?" Nian Zhuo tried to say Decade's famous quote, then pressed his hand on Mashu's back. "Go!" A pale purple power enveloped his palm, and Nian Zhuo immediately pushed Mashu in the opposite direction.

He then used this force to rise into the air once more, his body even spinning once in the air.

While facing away from the Demon God Pillar, Buddha, the clock on Nencho's forehead began to turn for the third time.

"Hmph, I see it—your future!" After confirming that the future Mashu had landed safely, Nianzhuo turned around with a smile.

"First of all—!" Nian Zhuo saw it, a huge eye gathering black and red light, and swung the strongest limit sword in his hand.

"Rider Giri!" Then, a pale purple sword beam shot out from the blade, striking the Demon God Pillar's eye, which was gathering light, with incredible speed.

"——!——!" The next moment, the slashed eye closed, and the Demon God Pillar twisted its huge body, letting out a painful howl.

"And then—!" It wasn't over yet. Nian Zhuo restored the strongest ultimate sword in his hand and spun it again, the slender blade wrapped in a black clock wheel—

At the same time, several tentacles of the enraged demon pillar were also close at hand.

"Overlord Slash! [Haou Giri]!"

Then, the clock's wheel twisted and instantly shredded all the tentacles that were approaching Nencho, and the enormous energy even caused the Demon God Pillar's body to retreat.

"The third time—! It's time to end this!" Then, Nian Zhuo sheathed his strongest limit sword and flipped the driver at his waist.

"Finish Time—!"

Pink and gold "Kick" characters appeared around the Demon Pillar's body, restricting his enormous size.

"Twice Time Break—!"

The text connected Nian Zhuo's right foot to the body of the Demon God Pillar, with pale purple and dark gold energy flickering.

Then, he kicked down hard, signaling the end of the fight.

Meanwhile, the Servants, the pirates in the cabin, and even Medea all saw it.

The falling of that dazzling pale purple shooting star.

As if sensing the threat from Nian Zhuo, sea monster-like creatures kept emerging from the black mist surrounding the massive body of the Demon God Pillar, trying to block Nian Zhuo's attack.

However, these monsters' abilities seemed a bit too much to handle. No matter how much Demon God Pillar Funuos struggled and how many or more sea monsters he summoned, he could not stop Nian Zhuo's offensive. The pale purple meteor gradually approached his neck.

It was as if the scythe of death was determined to take his life.

Finally, the eyes on the Demon God Pillar, now beyond saving, trembled as it watched Nian Zhuo's figure rapidly approach.

A violent explosion rang out, and the Demon Pillar's body couldn't help but tilt to one side under the impact. Every eye on its body was crying out, shrinking, and lamenting the immense force of the attack and the profound pain it brought.

However, the wails of the Demon Pillar were so piercing and so unbearable to witness.

Nian Zhuo's attack did not stop. He kicked open the huge outer shell that was wrapped around the Demon God Pillar. Nian Zhuo could see his body constantly writhing, quickly repairing the injuries that Nian Zhuo had caused.

"But—can you repair it!" Nian Zhuo suddenly exerted his strength, instantly shattering the area he hit, along with the surrounding twisted flesh. Just as he was about to pierce through it, Nian Zhuo suddenly saw a figure slowly condensing within the Demon God Pillar.

"How is this possible—?" Yes, how could this be? Nian Zhuo looked at the phantom of the blond youth and couldn't help but ask.

"—" His eyes were lifeless, his emerald green pupils now dull and lifeless, but 'he' reached out his hand.

Dark red energy instantly spread outwards from his palm, dispelling the power of the turbid thought.

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“Jason…” Nian Zhuo’s expression was complicated as he looked at the figure emerging from the Demon God Pillar.

"I didn't expect you to still be alive... No, I can't say you're still alive." Looking at the other's figure, which seemed like it would shatter at any moment, Nian Zhuo gripped the strongest limit sword in his hand once more.

"Nianzhuo—Nianzhuo—!" Jason muttered the name of the heroic spirit before him, a look of jealousy appearing on his face.

"What, still haunting me like this?" Nianzhuo gripped the sword hilt with both hands. "It's just sending you to hell again, so just obediently die!"

Nianzhuo quickly looked around, but Mashu and the others were all on high alert and did not seem to have heard Jason's voice.

The attack of the Demon God Pillar, Funuos, continued, but it did not affect Nenju's surroundings.

"Did you do this?" Nian Zhuo looked at Jason, who had appeared on the Demon God Pillar, and tilted his head. "What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Well, no matter what you do, it's all in vain." A pale silver light appeared on the strongest limit sword, and the clock hand above Zi-O II's head began to turn again.

"Why—why are you so powerful!" Jason's next words made Nian Zhuo stop in his tracks.

"What did you say?"

“I say, why are you so powerful!” Jason repeated his original words, but his tone became even more agitated.

Even the Demon God Pillar's enormous body seemed to become more frenzied along with his emotions, with several tentacles instantly increasing in number, and more and more monsters emerging from the black mist.

The heroic spirit before me looked exactly like the one I had always longed for.

This is what Jason truly wanted to become, what he truly wanted to be as the captain of the Argo.

So powerful, it possesses the strength to destroy everything.

So brave, possessing the courage to defy fate.

So resilient, with the will to die for the hope of survival.

That was the kind of person Jason dreamed of becoming. With power, he could rebel against his uncle who had taken his throne, go on adventures with Hercules, and become a great and excellent captain who stood before his crew and protected them from all difficulties.

With courage, he could face Medea... that girl's love for him. Even if it was a damned curse bestowed by the goddess, he would surely find a way to overcome it and become a true "Argo hero" worthy of being remembered in history.

With willpower, he could resist the temptation of the Golden Fleece, see through his uncle's lies, and even if he died alone, he wouldn't lose his child, nor would he suffer the bizarre death of being crushed by the Argonaut's timbers. He would be a "Greek hero" sung by thousands.

The person before him, Nianzhuo, possessed everything Jason had ever dreamed of—his ideal self, his ideal Jason.

That's why he couldn't stand it—why would his ideal self oppose him?!

Because he lacked courage? He had already endured Medea for so long!

Because he lacks willpower? As long as he captures Euryale, he can shoulder the will of everyone and become the ideal "King"!

Because I lack power? If I obtain the Ark of the Covenant, I will possess invincible power! The power to fulfill all my desires and dominate this sea!

So why did he stop me?! So why did I stop him?!

Is it just because I didn't do as well as you? Is it just because you're better than me? Is it just because of some so-called "correct" reason?

“...I will never admit to such a thing!!!” Jason roared angrily, as black and red markings spread across his body.

Then, an extremely powerful surge of magical energy instantly emanated from the Demon God Pillar's bloated body, rushing towards the Servants like a howling beast.

"Ugh—!" As Mashu raised her shield, she felt the surge of resentful magical energy and bit her lip.

"A dying struggle?" Drake flipped over and jumped, grabbing Ritsuka who was standing nearby, and leaped onto a distant deck.

Atalanta and David, who were locked in battle with Medea, also retreated to a safe distance.

However, Atalanta holding Asterius's horns is still somewhat comical, cough cough cough—

Nian Zhuo, facing the other party's resentment head-on, did not retreat despite the rampant magical fluctuations.

“That makes sense…” Then, he gripped the strongest ultimate sword tightly, and the pale purple light on the blade gradually solidified into a physical form.

However, something seemed to have changed about Nianzhuo.

“Mr. Nianzhuo…?” Everyone stopped what they were doing. Mash and Ritsuka stared blankly at the figure emerging from the demonic mist.

Something must have changed about him, but it's not a change that's obviously noticeable.

The figure standing in the blood-red mist became blurred, even in himself.

However, no one dared to take a step closer; that figure was now so—unfamiliar.

"The ideal self?" The voice was so calm it was almost unnatural. Nian Zhuo's sword began to move slowly, like a dragon awakening. "A powerful self? You with an unwavering will? —" The next moment, the surrounding demonic mist was instantly torn apart.

Nian Zhuo's figure appeared in front of the Demon God Pillar, Fu Niu Si, and rapidly magnified in the eyes around him.

"Stop joking! You idiot who doesn't know anything!" Then, Nian Zhuo slashed down with his sword, shredding Jason's phantom along with the Demon God Pillar's real-world body.

Beneath Nianzhuo's mask lay an indescribable expression of anger.