That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

"Judging from the magical feedback, it might not even be human."

Shinji Matou pushed open the door, his brows suddenly furrowing. Stepping into the room, he first saw a spacious library with dozens of bookshelves haphazardly placed, a space that no single room could possibly provide.

On the narrow path in front of me, a cute blonde girl was sitting on a high chair reading a book. Because she was so petite, her feet couldn't even touch the ground. She was wearing a red dress, and her golden hair was tied into twin ponytails. Her little mouth was slightly pouting, as if she was very unhappy about being suddenly disturbed.

Upon entering, Shinji Matou sensed a peculiar reaction from the magic, which must be the magic of this world. Scanning his surroundings, he hesitated for a moment: "This... shouldn't be a guest room prepared for me by the maid."

"Who are you?" The blonde girl showed no surprise or special reaction. She closed the hardcover book with her small hand and asked in a calm tone.

"I am Emilia's guest, and my name is Shinji Matou."

The blonde loli said imperiously, "I didn't know she had such an annoying friend. This is my room, please leave."

"The blue-haired maid said this is my room."

The blonde loli threatened, "If you don't leave, I'll ask you to leave, but it will be a very unpleasant experience for you. To be honest, I hate trouble."

"Explain the situation to me, I also hate being in a state of ambiguity." Shinji Matou narrowed his right eye, his pupil instantly turning into shattered silver light, preparing for battle.

Meeting Shinji Matou's eyes, the blonde loli frowned slightly, clearly disliking the feeling of being seen through. She said slowly, "You've come to the wrong room. This room's space is randomly connected to the mansion's doors. You opened the wrong door at the wrong time, which is why you're here. This isn't a place for you."

Chapter 108 Rem (Seeking recommendations! Seeking monthly tickets! And please, some harsh words!)

After listening to the drill-loving girl's explanation, Shinji Matou didn't argue. This was someone else's residence, and as a guest, Shinji Matou knew how to behave. He left the room and reopened it, and sure enough, it had become a spacious and luxurious guest room, with the furniture and decorations arranged in an orderly manner.

"Spatial displacement? The level of magic in this world is quite high."

Shinji Matou found a seat by the window, gazed at the night view outside, and sighed softly. It was yet another journey to a strange world. The surrounding environment, the people he knew, and all his previous actions had vanished like bubbles.

"I wonder how Sakura is doing now. If Irisviel and Saber are taking care of her, I probably don't need to worry too much." Shinji Matou muttered to himself, his mood like that of a sage after finally beating Dark Souls.

"Now is not the time for sentimentality. Most alchemy techniques are applicable in this world. We have gained a lot of useful knowledge from the bandits' bodies and the battles of the Bowel Hunters, which can be tested now."

Shinji Matou used alchemy to carve materials from the building wall to create a stone knife, and then cut his finger to draw a transmutation circle and a magic circle on the table with his own blood.

Although I don't know much about this world, blood, which contains strong vitality, is definitely the best material for constructing rituals.

Shinji Matou's right eye, a silver pupil, widened, gleaming and merging with the magic circle. His eye lost its divine light, and his consciousness detached from his body, entering the world inside the door.

Two stone doors still stand in the white space. One is the door of Matou Shinji's cognition, which records the power belonging to Matou Shinji. The other is the manifestation of the power of the rules of this world.

Shinji Matou walked to the Gate of Truth of the World. As he reached out to touch it, the gate behind him, symbolizing Shinji Matou's understanding, suddenly opened. Inside, a huge eye opened, and countless black arms appeared on the surface of the eye, touching the huge gate of the world together.

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After an unknown amount of time, Shinji Matou regained consciousness, let out a long breath, and looked somewhat tired. After wiping away the magic circle on the table, he glanced at the table in the center of the room.

There was a silver bell on it. Shinji Matou, recalling the blue-haired maid's words, picked it up and gently shook it.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door, and a maid greeted him respectfully, "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Upon opening the door, there it was, the same blue-haired maid, her cute little face respectful and showing no sign of impatience.

Shinji Matou smiled and asked, "Are there any books here?"

"Book?"

"Yes, the nights are just too long, I can't stand it without something to kill time."

The blue-haired maid nodded calmly: "Understood. What kind of book would you like?"

"All."

"All of them?" The blue-haired maid tilted her head, unable to keep up with Shinji Matou's thoughts, and said hesitantly in a low voice, "I'm very sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Any books that are more informational are fine, such as those introducing the history and culture of this kingdom. The more the better, and it would be best if they were brought over in a small cart."

"Understood, please wait a moment." The blue-haired maid nodded, bowed, and turned to leave.

About twenty minutes later, Shinji Matou looked at the blue-haired maid with surprise as she placed a mountain of books in front of the door. It was indeed a small mountain of books, stacked together in an extremely ingenious way to maximize the transport capacity. The ingenuity of the stack could be described as leveraging.

The height and width of the mountain of books exceeded the doorway, making it impossible to move them in all at once.

A rough estimate suggests that the blue-haired maid brought at least dozens of books, many of which were as thick as a Xinhua Dictionary. The size and weight of the books contrasted sharply with the maid's slender and delicate arms.

The blue-haired maid asked respectfully, "Sir, are these books enough?"

"I haven't needed to sleep for the past few days."

"Sorry, is this too much?"

"No, I said the more the better."

"Then I'll carry these books into your room first, excuse me." The blue-haired maid nodded, her movements concise and efficient.

As the blue-haired maid was moving books, Shinji Matou casually picked one up and flipped through it, asking, "Speaking of which, I haven't asked your name yet."

really.

The book's contents were recorded in another world's language, and Shinji Matou couldn't understand a single word.

Shinji Matou closed the book, rubbing his temples with a headache. Words were the most important source of information about the world.

"You can call me Rem." The blue-haired maid put down the pile of books in her hands, her attitude neither particularly polite nor cold.

Shinji Matou placed the book he was holding on the table next to him and smiled. "My name is Shinji Matou. You don't need to be so polite with me. By the way, Rem, could you do me a favor?"

"You are Lady Emilia's guest, please don't be so polite."

"Even if I were a guest, it would be a bit much to ask you for this favor. So, if you are willing to help me, I will definitely repay you in the future."

"You're too kind, please go ahead."

"Read a book."

"Books? I don't quite understand what you mean."

"I will cast a spell on you, and you only need to read a book while the spell is active."

The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

Rem put down her book, her gaze towards Shinji Matou turning colder: "Do you know what you're saying?"

“I know very well.”

"May I ask the purpose of your request?"

“We have no problem communicating in the language. Actually, I know nothing about the writing system of this country. I connect with your subconscious mind through shared thoughts, so I can understand the meaning of the words you see in a short time,” Shinji Matou answered frankly, arms crossed.

Rem stared at Shinji Matou with her azure eyes for a long time before slowly nodding: "I understand. I know what I need to do."

“Please sit here.” Shinji Matou gestured to the chair in front of him.

After Rem sat down, Shinji Matou stretched out his hands and instructed, "Now put both hands on my hands."

“Sir, no matter how you look at it, such instructions are far too frivolous. Are you the vulgar type?” The blue-haired maid’s calm voice was full of biting sarcasm.

Shinji Matou smiled and replied, "Everyone loves beauty. Rem, you're so cute, every man would want to be around you."

"I'm really surprised that the guest actually admitted it himself, and even shamelessly stated it explicitly. Am I in a very dangerous situation right now?"

This time, Shinji Matou ignored the maid's playful remark and simply ordered, "Hands."

Rem resignedly wallowed in self-pity: "There's nothing I can do. You're Emilia's guest, and I'm just a maid."

The blue-haired maid Rem obediently offered her hands and placed them in Shinji Matou's palms.

Her delicate hands were fair and fragile, as if they could be crushed with the slightest force.

Chapter 109 Rem's Killing Intent!

The mages and magicians of this world are very similar in nature. They both convert their own life force into magic power and have "magic circuits" in their bodies for generating, converting, and storing magic power. The mages of this world call them "gates of life".

Magic also has a certain degree of effectiveness in this world.

Shinji Matou held Rem's hands tightly, his magic circuits activated, and light patterns lit up on his skin, connecting with Rem's small hands, successfully launching the magic.

However, the successful activation of the magic did not bring Shinji Matou any joy. Instead, it felt as if he had been doused with cold water and thrown into a blizzard, his body submerged in a bone-chilling cold.

The reason is the blue-haired maid in front of me.

"This is···"

Their consciousnesses briefly connected, and in that instant, Shinji Matou felt his consciousness being assaulted by a strong hostility. He vaguely heard Rem's voice, a cry from the deepest part of the girl's consciousness, a true thought that could not be concealed no matter what she was dressed up for.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!! Get out!! Get out!!!"

The girl's clear voice changed from a soft murmur to a warning, then to a roar, and finally to a desperate scream. Her hostility grew stronger, and her killing intent began to emerge.

Shinji Matou's expression turned cold; this was truly an unexpected development.

What's going on? Why is Rem so hostile towards me? This should be the first time I've met her, right?

Shinji Matou looked up and met Rem's eyes. Rem clearly knew what had happened. Her face, now free of disguise, no longer concealed her hostility. Her deep blue eyes were brimming with anger, and a terrifying red light was faintly emerging from their depths, as if she were about to tear Shinji Matou to pieces at any moment.

Realizing the effects of the empathy magic, she knew her hostility could no longer be concealed.

Shinji Matou remained calm, holding her hand tightly and saying indifferently, "Rem, it doesn't matter how you treat me. Let's finish this magic first."

Rem gritted her teeth and pressed, "I didn't expect your magic to actually work. Now that I've been exposed, I'll get straight to the point: who exactly are you!"

"A passing magician."

Rem's face showed disgust, and she looked at Shinji Matou as if he were a pile of garbage. Her voice became sharp due to the violent fluctuations of her emotions: "What a joke! The stench of the witch on you has almost pushed my patience to the limit. Why did you choose to show up at this time? If you weren't Emilia's guest, I would have killed you the moment I saw you!"

"The stench of a witch?"

"Stop playing dumb, you're a member of the Witch Cult, aren't you!"

"No." Shinji Matou answered directly, knowing that his answer was useless.

"You bastard..."

Shinji Matou said indifferently, "Although I don't know what you mean by that, or why you are so hostile towards me, if you don't help me complete this magic, I can only ask that pink-haired maid or Emilia for help."

"Is that so?" Rem's intense reaction subsided immediately.

No, to be precise, it was an expression of extreme anger. Matou Shinji knew that his previous words had probably triggered a landmine.

“In that case, I will have no choice but to kill you.” Rem replied in a flat voice, only she knew how terrifying the killing intent was hidden behind her seemingly calm demeanor.

Shinji Matou found it both funny and exasperating, and said with a laugh, "Emilia knows about this? Does the owner of this mansion, Roswaal, know about your plans? You're just a maid. Since you're a maid, then play your role well and don't cause trouble for your master."

Rem spoke in a calm tone that sent chills down her spine: "Dead people are no trouble. Before you cause any more chaos, before you harm my sister and Lady Emilia, I'll eliminate you!"