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"So... there are ten more times."

Looking at his rapidly healing injuries, Kurokawa Kazuya secretly calculated how many more times he could regenerate like this, then looked at the remaining three Servants in the room and smiled.

"Three of them... they can't even hurt me anymore. They're the worst of the worst, without even a Noble Phantasm—D4C!"

......

"Kurokawa Kazuya..."

Looking at the person who had walked up to him, Araya Sōren gritted his teeth slightly and did not make a move again.

too strong.

He single-handedly took down nine Servants.

While Araya Souren himself could do it, it would only be possible in his own intact magic workshop...

And this person...

This is my own magic workshop!

He actually wasted so many of his methods in such a place, especially now.

With magic unavailable, he has very few other options at his disposal—

"It's over, Araya Sōren."

Chapter 358 Parallel World

"So..."

Kurokawa Kazuya wiped the blood splattered on his face.

The blood on my hand turned into tiny specks of light and disappeared; it was the blood of those Servants—

"Araya Sōren, I am very interested in that Buddha relic that you used to block my demonic eye. How about giving it to me and I'll spare your life?"

"Varied--?"

Araya Sōren slightly opened her mouth and looked at the person in front of her.

Compared to his perfectly intact self, the person in front of him was clearly in a much more disheveled state.

He was covered in dust, his clothes were stained with blood and torn to shreds, revealing healthy muscles underneath.

but--

There were no injuries.

Is it a healing magic trick?

No... it's not that simple.

So what is it?

"Immortality?" Araya Sōren's face grew increasingly dark.

A combat power capable of fighting a pseudo-Servant, possessing powerful Mystic Eyes, strong magic resistance, and remarkable immortality...

Even in his prime, he might not have been a match for him, let alone now.

"So, what's the answer?" Kurokawa Kazuya didn't answer Araya Souren's question, but continued to press for an answer.

"...Self-mandated essay writing."

"Ok?"

“I said, this is a self-mandated essay contest. If you agree to this, I will give you the Buddha relic.” Araya Sōren slowly regained his composure.

He was completely unconcerned when the person in front of him revealed that he possessed Buddha relics, something he had never told him before.

That's right, but it's not worth worrying about at this level.

There's nothing wrong with giving away Buddha's relics.

But...would he really agree? Agree to let him go...?

Although it's not entirely hopeless, the chances are so low that there's no need for a war.

"Sure, let me see the content of the essay contest."

As Kurokawa Kazuya spoke, he stretched out his hand, and the next moment, the self-imposed captive essay was thrown into his hand: "Hmm... forbid me from causing you any harm... Okay, if you agree, the Buddha relic is mine."

"Ah...that's right."

Araya Sōren was somewhat puzzled. Was he really going to let him go?

"Well... I've already written my name down."

Araya Souren looked at it, and golden light appeared on his left hand. The next moment, he threw a snow-white relic at Kurokawa Kazuya: "It's yours! Now leave—"

Kurokawa Kazuya looked at it and then nodded in satisfaction.

It is indeed this thing.

Then, just like burying Avalon, he placed it inside his body.

In that case... I'll get my hands on a Mystic Eye Killer that's several times better than the one I'm currently using.

The next moment, Kurokawa Kazuya placed his hand on Araya Souren's shoulder.

"Hmm—?" Araya Sōren's expression changed. Was he going to back out? But—how was he going to get out of this contest if he did that?

Forcing oneself to write an essay is a form of self-imposed constraint, and no matter how high one's magical power is, it is useless!

next moment--

The world has changed.

The world before me transformed into a vast grassland.

"Where is this..." Araya Souren paused, then looked at Kurokawa Kazuya standing to the side: "An illusion...?"

No, that's not it.

Kurokawa Kazuya grinned with satisfaction: "I never intended to kill you from the beginning. That was my initial goal... Don't worry, I won't lay a hand on you, but—you are now facing what can be described as one of the worst situations in human history. You have just experienced something that countless people have been looking forward to... Be happy, you will see a sight you've never seen before, of course... provided you can live to see it!"

"Where exactly is this place—?"

"Here... you could say 2016, or you could say 1431... the Burning of Humanity... that's roughly it. Something like this happened in 2016. The Burning of Humanity in the previous worlds I visited had already ended, but there were still some things I didn't understand, so I came here, to the point in time when the Burning of Humanity had just occurred. Let's see what changes will occur. Ah... look, over there. They're coming."

Araya Sōren followed Kurokawa Kazuya's gaze and looked over.

Those were several two-legged wyverns!

It's flying this way.

"Am I the target?"

"Yes...that's right. I hope you can survive. I didn't cause you any harm, did I? Well...to thank me for taking you through this parallel world, help me...explore the way forward. As for me...ah, I'll be going now. See you again sometime."

“A parallel world…” Araya Souren stared blankly at the vanished Kurokawa Kazuya, then picked up a piece of paper that had fallen to the ground. It bore the words: [The true culprit behind the burning of humanity—Solomon's summoned creature, the Seventy-Two Demon Pillars, Goetia.]

"Fearless, fearless, even against the strongest and most venomous!"

Looking at the several bipedal wyverns that appeared in front of them.

This magician felt no fear or dread.

Indeed, he was unable to defeat Kurokawa and Miyako.

However, that was because it was so severely restrained that the triple barrier that he was so proud of was completely useless. The barrier itself would collapse the moment he got close, without him even having to lift a finger.

However, even if these two-legged wyverns seem to have some skill, they wouldn't be able to break through his triple barrier!

"Battle begins... ends..."

"Hmm?" Araya Souren, who had just dealt with the several wyverns, turned around and looked at a girl rushing towards him. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Who are you?"

“Um… I’m Mash Kyrielight… I’m from Chaldea… No! That’s not the time for this, Doctor! Is he a Servant?”

"No...no, there's no doubt he's human! But...it's strange? Is his clothing something that should exist at this time?"

“…Araya Souren.” Araya Souren turned around. In front of him were two girls and a man.

Two girls, one wielding a giant shield, the other a battle banner. Another man had Command Seals markings on the back of his hand.

It seems this really is a parallel world.

In other words...

His long-held wish has utterly failed.

"My name. I was sent here by someone with the ability to travel to parallel worlds in 1993."

"Huh? Huh? Parallel world?"

"Isn't it?"

"Um... when you mention parallel worlds, you think of the Jewel King, right?"

“No…no,” Araya Sōren said, “but…he might have some connection with the Jewel Elder.”

"Um, what's that in your hand?" The only male among them, Fujimaru Ritsuka, asked, looking at the piece of paper in Araya Souren's hand.

"I don't know. It says something about the real culprit behind the burning of humanity," Araya Souren said, her heart filled with confusion. What should she do now? She had already failed; there was no more chance...

So, what should we do?

As for the burning of human reason... although Kurokawa Kazuya mentioned it several times, he didn't quite understand it...

"So that's how it is. The real culprit behind the burning of humanity." Dr. Roman paused, then said, "Huh?? The real culprit behind the burning of humanity???"

Chapter 359 Meeting

"Hey, hey, hey! That's what he just said, right? The real culprit behind the burning of humanity or something?" Dr. Roman said in disbelief.

“That’s right, that’s what it says.” Fujimaru Ritsuka paused for a moment, then asked, “Um… could I see what’s written on it?”

What is Kurokawa Kazuya's purpose?