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

“You have no commodity value anymore.” With a flip of the driver at his waist, a huge dark green clock was projected beneath 'Nianzhuo's feet.

He stood in the center of the clock, while the bloated body of the Demon Pillar was positioned at the 'twelfth' position.

At the same time, a silver clock appeared behind him, and the silver wheel of time that spread out bound the Demon God Pillar Fornos and transformed into the sharpest blade to sever his tentacles.

"Finish Time—!"

Counterclockwise, Nianzhuo's right foot swept across all the marks from eleven to one, and the minute hand on the clock also rotated counterclockwise in sync with his movements.

Then, his right leg kicked the Demon God Pillar Fornos hard, and green lightning instantly annihilated its flesh.

Dark green lightning flashed amidst the clouds in the sky, striking the Demon God Pillar, Funuos, guided by the enormous silver clock hand behind 'Nianzhuo'.

"Critical Crews-Aid Time Break-!"

"The final blow—!"

"Hmm... what was it called again?" 'Nian Zhuo', positioned at the center of the clock hand, stroked his chin as if pondering the name of the demon god pillar before him.

“Oh, right.” After browsing through his memories, 'Nianzhuo' nodded in satisfaction.

"The Demon God Pillar - Buddha Nuo Si is now a collector's item." Turning his back to the Demon God Pillar, which was already engulfed in green lightning, 'Nian Zhuo' slowly walked away.

"Hmph~" With a disdainful snort, Nian Zhuo pressed the button on his waist again.

“Restart——”

The colorless fluctuations instantly reversed, returning to the dark green clock behind Nian Zhuo.

Time in the world has resumed its flow.

"Eh...?!" Mashu stared in surprise at Nianzhuo's figure standing in the center of the deck. He had just been standing not far away a moment ago—

"—!" A violent explosion came from one side, and the monsters that were directly hit by the dark green arrows were all wiped out before they could even scream.

"Pfft—!" The girl screamed, and Medea, who was just in mid-air, instantly fell to the ground, her abdomen spurting out a large amount of bright red blood. Even her staff turned into pale purple magic particles and disappeared.

"—Aaaaaaah!" In Nianzhuo's ears, he heard Jason's phantom roar in pain, "You bastard, you bastard, what have you done—!"

"——!——!" The real-world Demon God Pillar, Fornos, also let out a piercing shriek. However, dark green lightning roamed back and forth across its body, destroying everything in its path. The spot that was directly kicked by 'Nian Zhuo' had already turned to dust, unable to even heal.

"You're no longer a commodity, so just go out of print." Turning his head, 'Nian Zhuo' looked at the demon god pillar behind him, snorted disdainfully, and put his index finger to his lips. "Shh~ Feel the power called Judgment."

"Ugh—Ughhhhhh!" Jason cried out in despair as his body crumbled. "It's going to break! It's going to break! It's going to break! It's breaking down!"

In reality, the massive body of the Demon Pillar gradually dissipated amidst the dark demonic mist, while Jason's phantom solidified into a physical form.

However, even this physical form was incomplete; Jason's body only solidified into his upper body, while the Demon Pillar's physical form had completely disappeared.

"Kamen Rider Cronus—" 'Nian Zhuo' looked at the crowd who were constantly retreating because of his approach, and proudly spread his arms. "This is the strength of Huanmeng Company, and also our most proud product."

“Dream Company? Products—? I don’t understand a word you’re saying!” Drake gritted his teeth, raised his flintlock pistol, and aimed it at the slowly approaching 'Nian Zhuo'. “Anyway, whatever you are! Get out of Nian Zhuo’s body—!”

"Hmph—? What an impolite woman." 'Nian Zhuo' examined Drake in front of her with interest, then shook her head helplessly. "Attack as you please. If it hurts me—hmm, I'll just come out of his body, how about that?"

“You said it yourself—!” Drake then pulled the trigger.

A scorching hot bullet, accompanied by a deafening roar, shot from Drake's flintlock pistol and flew toward the approaching Nianzhuo.

However, before it could even get close to his body, a colorless wave appeared in front of Nian Zhuo and blocked Drake's attack.

"Miss——"

"What—?!" Drake's eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing. "How is this possible—?"

"Hmm." As if he had expected this to happen, 'Nianzhuo' flexed his wrists and walked straight toward Drake. "How about it? Still want to struggle? You can't defeat me." As if he had nothing to lose, 'Nianzhuo' opened his arms.

Drake bit his lip, watching 'Nianzhuo' get closer and closer, raised the flintlock pistol in his hand, but hesitated to pull the trigger.

"——!——!" Suddenly, a beast's roar came from above 'Nianzhuo', and Asterius raised his double axes and chopped them down on 'Nianzhuo's' shoulder.

Asterius's idea was simple: through his beastly intuition, he had sensed that the 'Nianzhuo' in front of him was not his companion, so in order to bring him back, he had to defeat the false 'him' in front of him.

However, dreams are ultimately beautiful.

No matter how hard Asterius strained, his teeth clenched tightly, the axe blade on his shoulder could not be moved down even an inch.

"Roar~?" 'Nianzhuo' looked at the axe blade on his shoulder, then at Asterius in front of him, and shook his head helplessly. "Indeed, your strength as a monster is not bad, but unfortunately—your value is too low." His fingers pinched the axe blade on his shoulder, and a smile appeared on the corner of 'Nianzhuo's mouth hidden under his mask.

Then, before Asterius's wide eyes, the axe blade was grasped and lifted upwards by 'Nianzhuo'. No matter how hard Asterius tried, he could not resist the force from the axe blade.

“So, let me teach you a little lesson.” He placed his other hand on Asterius’s abdomen, and the dark green energy vanished in an instant.

Asterius's massive body was sent flying backward in an instant, landing on the ship's deck with a terrifying creaking sound.

As if sensing something, 'Nianzhuo' shook his head.

“Time is almost up—” 'Nianzhuo' clapped his hands at the Servants who were still on guard in front of him, and took off the dark green watch from his waist. “Well then, let’s end this as the first exhibition of the Dream Company.”

The dark green armor gradually faded from the silver armor, and the dark clouds in the sky, carrying green lightning, also gradually disappeared, revealing the original sky.

As the dark clouds disappeared, Nian Zhuo's body trembled, and then that terrifying aura vanished from his body along with the dark clouds.

"Ahem—" With a slightly embarrassed tone, Nian Zhuo took the driver off his waist.

Looking at the people who were waiting in full battle array opposite him, the silver armor disappeared from his body, revealing Nian Zhuo's original appearance.

"Um... I'm back?" Nianzhuo waved tentatively at everyone opposite him, scratching his cheek somewhat awkwardly.

“Nianzhuo…sir?” Seeing the familiar face and hearing the familiar tone, Mashu still dared not let her guard down and gripped her shield tightly.

“That’s right, Mashu. It’s me.” Nianzhuo nodded, giving an affirmative answer.

"Ah~ really~ that scared me to death." Ritsuka immediately sat down on the ground, complaining energetically to Nencho opposite her, "If even Nencho-san is an enemy, then this is going to be troublesome..."

"Hahaha..." Knowing he was in the wrong, Nian Zhuo couldn't say anything. He pointed to Jason, who was gradually disappearing, and Medea, who was seriously injured, and tentatively suggested, "How about we deal with their matter first?"

“—Well, that makes sense.” Ritsuka nodded, patted her skirt, and stood up again. “Right now, Jason and the others’ affairs are more important.” She strode towards Nencho’s back.

Seeing that Nianzhuo had returned to normal, the Servants breathed a sigh of relief, patted Nianzhuo on the shoulder, and then gathered around Ritsuka.

Only Drake, watching Nianzhuo chatting amiably with everyone around him, irritably ruffled his long, rouge-colored hair.

"Hey—Nianzhuo?" In the end, she couldn't give up her curiosity and called out Nianzhuo's name.

"Hmm?" Nencho, who was walking towards Ritsuka, turned around and looked at Drake, whose expression was uncertain, with a kind smile. "What's wrong, Captain?"

"You... could you be my companion... Mash and Ritsuka's companion?" Drake bit his lip, finally deciding to ask the question.

"..." His expression calmed down, and the next moment Nian Zhuo smiled again. "Of course, you have always been my companions."

The smile on his face seemed genuine, silently proving that Nian Zhuo's words were not lies.

"Is that so?" Drake nodded, and finally shrugged with relief. "Then I'm relieved."

Then, together with Nianzhuo, they joined Ritsuka's group not far away.

Declaring the end of everything

With only half his body remaining, Jason lay helplessly on the deck, his fingers gripping the ground as he tried to crawl toward Medea.

"...Detected that Jason and Medea's Spirit Origin reaction is fading." Mash heard Leonardo's voice through the communication device in her hand, and looked at Ritsuka, who had finally relaxed. "This time, we have won, Master."

"Oh, ga..." Jason gripped the ship's deck tightly, but his body had already begun to turn into golden particles of light. He reached out to grab the heavily injured and dying girl not far away. "Medea, Medea, Medea...!"

Hearing the blond youth's call, the girl spat out the blood in her mouth and looked at Jason, who was dissipating.

"—I'm here, Jason. What's wrong?" Medea addressed the young man directly by name, neither calling him Master nor Lord Jason.

"...Heal me, my Medea!" Jason clutched his abdomen, his face contorted in agony. "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much—!"

However, the girl, who would normally treat him immediately, did nothing this time, only watching his face contort in pain.

"..." Medea released her grip on the staff and her expression gradually returned to calm.

"What...are you doing?!" Jason, tormented by excruciating pain, raised his head, his grotesque face reflected in Medea's eyes. "Don't...slow down, I already said—heal me." He then clutched his abdomen again, and the golden particles on Jason's body gradually began to shine.

"I can't, Jason." Medea bowed to Jason, who was pleading for her healing, her tone earnest. "I'm sorry."

“……………………………………Huh?” In the long silence, Jason looked at the girl’s head bowed before him, so disbelief was so overwhelming that he even temporarily ignored the pain in his abdomen.

“Because I’ve been defeated too, what a pity.” Medea pointed to her abdomen, which was covered in bright red blood, and shook her head in disappointment. “Originally, this world should have sunk with you.”

“...You...as expected—!” ​​Jason wanted to argue, but then he felt the speed at which his body was dissipating gradually increase.

“Although this has nothing to do with me, I already understand what kind of person you are.” Medea tugged at her purple hair, speaking in a calm tone as if she saw through everything.

"Even now," Medea pointed to her head, "my mind is still filled with all sorts of memories of Princess Medea."

Seeing Jason's face suddenly turn deathly pale, Medea ignored him and continued speaking.

“Even if she was betrayed, even if she was insulted, even if she was deceived from the very beginning.” Medea placed her hand on her chest. “She still loved you so much, she really loved Lord Jason. You were granted the power of a god—” Stroking Jason’s golden hair, Medea couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia.

"—yet still very innocent and pure. Like a child excited and thrilled to have acquired some crude treasure."

"You are so cruel, yet so innocent."

"So weak, yet so attractive to others." Medea listened softly to her inner voice, a smile playing on her lips. "This is Jason, this is her first love."

"—However." Then, Medea's tone suddenly changed, carrying a hint of murderous intent. "You always betray everything very quickly, because that's your only way to survive." Medea looked at the boundless sea around her and sighed slowly.

"So—in order to avoid betrayal, wouldn't it be easier to let the whole world sink?" Finally, with a hint of madness in her voice, Medea squatted down in front of Jason. "That's why you can never—return to your homeland." She patted Jason's head.

"You... witch..." Jason stared at Medea with hatred, his figure gradually turning into golden particles and disappearing. "Traitorous... witch...!!" In the end, his body turned into specks of light and completely returned to Valhalla.

"Die, die, go to hell!" Her dying words were filled with resentment and anger. "Damn it, damn it, you bastard—!!"

Medea's face turned sad and pale only after Jason's figure had completely disappeared.

"...I'm sorry, Lord Jason." After a long silence, the girl still closed her eyes and expressed her apology, "Although I really wanted to protect you from him, I really couldn't. This is the limit..." Medea watched as the staff in her hand turned into purple magical particles and dissipated, finally nodding in relief.

"At least in your final moments before you die, I hope you have a sweet dream." Then, golden particles of light began to flicker on the girl's body, another sign that she was about to disappear.

“Medea is disappearing… No! Before she disappears! Ask her a question, Ritsuka!” Da Vinci watched as the dot representing Medea’s Spirit Origin reaction on the screen began to flicker, and patted the table next to the microphone.

"Ah...?! Oh, I see!" After a moment of surprise, Ritsuka looked at Medea in front of her and asked the two most important questions she could think of at the moment: "Are you also Raef's companion? And who is the mastermind behind this?"

"…………I'm sorry." After a moment of silence, Medea shook her head helplessly, but this did not mean she refused to answer. "I have been deprived of the freedom to answer this question because I, as a magician, lost to him."

The key point is that it wasn't the 'Servant' Medea who lost to that person, but rather Medea, the witch of Colchis and a magician who ranks among the top five in the world, who lost to him.

"Princess Medea, who was not a Servant but a Magician, lost to him...?" Da Vinci grasped the crux of the problem in an instant, and a look of curiosity flashed across his face.

“In other words—” Leonardo da Vinci’s eyes suddenly widened as if he had grasped a possibility.

"Yes, please prepare yourselves." Medea nodded without explaining, but carefully scanned the faces of the people in front of her. "From a distant era, the newest and last magicians. You absolutely cannot defeat him. As magicians, you are no match for that person."