Jobless Reincarnation: Emiya the Great Hero Must Show His True Skills

Everything was so ordinary and beautiful.

But Shirou knew from beginning to end that it was just a dream.

Dreams can be infinitely beautiful, but one day you will wake up.

But a faint hope would occasionally creep into his heart, a hope that the dream could end a little slower, just a little slower, so that he could enjoy the last moment as much as possible...

"Snapped!"

However, the dream did not last forever.

The beautiful dream that Shirou was experiencing suddenly changed. The Emiya residence in front of him seemed to undergo a strange dissolution and transformation, eventually turning from a traditional Japanese house into a medieval wooden structure.

In just a moment, the Emiya residence was transformed into the Grellard family mansion.

Senis, Paul, Rudius, Lilia, Norren, Aisha, Sylphie...

Faces flashed past him, only to vanish in a sudden burst of white light, turning into invisible dust.

Shirou tried desperately to grab those familiar figures, but to no avail.

Everything vanished in the white light, drifting away from him.

In that instant, Shirou once again felt the same sense of powerlessness he had felt when his sister Miyu was taken away by the Eindsworth family.

He also woke up completely from the dream, no longer immersed in the false dream, and returned to his own reality.

"This is……"

Shirou opened his eyes and found himself floating in mid-air.

It's more accurate to say it's falling than floating.

The red-haired girl, Alice, was desperately clinging to him, but due to the sudden change, her consciousness had long since dissipated, and her body was still instinctively gripping his.

Shirou didn't know what was happening, but he could feel himself and Alice being transported to a very high place, and if they did nothing, they would be smashed to the ground and turned into meat patties and mincemeat.

If Shirou knew powerful magic, he might be able to use wind magic to hold himself back, or even use flight magic to solve the landing problem.

But he wasn't such a powerful magician.

The scenery before my eyes is changing at an astonishing speed.

Shirou was already able to clearly see the shape of the earth.

Therefore, he knew he had only one option left: to use his strongest abilities to bombard the earth and create a cushion of impact.

Of all the abilities he possesses, only one is powerful enough to penetrate the earth.

"Wow!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Shirou drew the Golden Sword of Victory from his bag and poured as little magic power into it as possible.

Shirou didn't intend to unleash his full power directly; he only planned to inject a little magic power to create a cushion to support himself and Alice in a short time.

"Holy Sword, Release!"

Shirou focused his mind.

He used his abilities with the utmost precision to wield the invincible golden sword in his hand, releasing magic power without consuming too much of it, and while still creating enough buffer to do so.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a torrent of light erupted from Shirou's hands.

After Shirou forged the invincible golden sword, he never imagined that his first opportunity to use this weapon would be in such a strange situation.

but no matter.

Thanks to the holy sword he possessed.

The raging torrent successfully created a stunning storm on the land.

Even if it was only for a moment, Shirou and Alice's fall suddenly stopped.

But this only lasts for a moment.

The next second, the two of them, like butterflies broken by a storm, fell to the ground after a few tremors, landing on the reddish-brown earth.

At the last moment, Shirou did his best to protect Alice in his arms and prevent her from getting hurt.

Instead, he himself lost consciousness on the spot due to the violent impact.

……

Shirou slowly opened his eyes while in a deep coma.

But he realized that he didn't seem to be awake in reality.

What appeared around them was not the reddish-brown land they had seen from the air, but a bewilderingly pure white space.

There was nothing in the space except a vast expanse of white.

This strange feeling instinctively reminded him of the Sword Hill where the Heroic Spirit Emiya had previously been, which also had a similar unusual situation.

Thinking of the Heroic Spirit Emiya, Shirou quickly noticed a strange phenomenon.

That is, his current appearance is not his usual state, but rather a form that only the Heroic Spirit Emiya would have.

A long red coat, dark skin, and a muscular adult physique...

This is undoubtedly the appearance that only the Heroic Spirit Emiya possesses, not the form that Shirou himself has.

Why am I here in the form of the Heroic Spirit Emiya?

What kind of place is this eerie space?

Could this be the Hall of Heroes where Emiya once resided as a Heroic Spirit?

Am I dead?

Countless speculations arose in Shirou's mind, and he felt confused about his situation. Just then, he noticed a strange figure appearing in front of him.

It was a creature entirely white, with only a vague outline.

The other person had a flat, pale face and was wearing a friendly smile, but there were no distinctive features.

Once I confirmed that the other person had those facial features, the memory immediately vanished from my mind; I simply couldn't remember them.

Perhaps because of this, it gives the impression that the whole body seems to be covered in mosaic.

Faced with such a strange being, Shirou instinctively became wary and began to guess the other party's identity.

After all, if this is the Hall of Heroes where Emiya is located, then this white guy is probably the so-called Counter Force Alaya.

The instant this thought crossed Shirou's mind, the white figure spoke:

"Hi, should I say it's a nice meeting? Good afternoon, Emiya Shirou."

"..."

He was called by his full name after a long time.

Since Shirou came into this world, he has never referred to himself by his full name, so it is impossible for anyone to know the name Emiya Shirou.

I see. So this guy is most likely Alaya.

But was Alaya in Emiya's memories such a frivolous fellow?

As Shirou grew suspicious and unsure what to do, the white-clad figure spoke up, slightly puzzled, "Can't you hear me? Respond to me, it's so boring."

"..."

Shirou frowned at the strangely flirtatious words of the white-clad figure.

He found it hard to imagine that human self-control could be in such a distorted form, and could only try to ask, "What are you?"

"Yes, it's a good thing to be able to greet and interact with others."

The white figure did not directly answer Shirou's question, but instead expressed approval of Shirou's attitude, saying, "I have been observing you for a long time, but this is actually the first time I have taken the initiative to meet you."

"..."

Shirou ignored the white figure and continued to wait for a response to his first question.

Seeing Shirou's attitude, the white-clad figure smiled wryly and said helplessly, "You really are as rigid as I imagined. Someone as serious as you, who hardly ever smiles, is probably going to die young."

"That's fine."

Shirou shook his head.

He never intended to live very long.

Neither the Heroic Spirit Emiya nor Emiya Shirou are the kind of people who crave survival.

They are willing to sacrifice themselves without hesitation and give everything to save those they want to save in order to achieve their goals.

Therefore, for someone like him, death has always been a place he was destined to arrive at, not a place that was too far away.

Seeing this, the god of humanity showed a disappointed expression and said helplessly, "Sigh, you are indeed more boring than I imagined... Never mind, let's get back to the point, Shirou Emiya. I know where you come from and what kind of thing you are, because I am the god of this world. You can call me a god of humanity (Hitogami)."

"The god of this world... In other words, you are the restraining force of this world?"

Shirou tries to understand the other person's existence using his own thinking.

In fact, the other party is indeed very similar to Alaya in the memories of the Heroic Spirit Emiya. They are both blurry and their forms are not visible at all, like a mosaic.

However, Alaya is a blue sphere, while the human god is a white humanoid.

Upon hearing Shirou's words, the god paused for a moment, then said, "Counterforce? You refer to the gods of your world with such a term? It's a strange way of speaking, but strangely interesting. I really want to meet the Counterforce of your world..."

"That's probably impossible."

"It's impossible to do that."

The god nodded and answered frankly.

Shirou showed no outward reaction, but inwardly he was somewhat disappointed, realizing that even gods and humans could not allow him to travel between worlds.

"Hehe, what a pity, your expectations are destined to be disappointed."

As if reading Shirou's mind, the god smiled and said, "However, I think it's okay if you don't go back. Aren't you living a wonderful life in this world?"

"Wonderful...you know about me?"

"Yes, I am a god after all, I know everything."

"..."

Shirou did not respond. He still did not believe in this so-called god-human, because he knew the suffering that Heroic Spirit Emiya had endured at Alaya's hands.

For these individuals who transcend human intelligence, neither human reason nor emotion can empathize with them.

If you subconsciously believe that these so-called gods can easily understand human emotions, or even be human companions, then the outcome will be far more tragic than you imagine.

For example, the former Heroic Spirit Emiya was destined for a tragic life precisely because he accepted the contract with Alaya.

Seeing Shirou's reaction, the god seemed somewhat surprised. He hesitated before speaking, "How cold. I only spoke up to help because you seemed troubled. Can't you trust me a little?"

"..."

Shirou did not respond.

He could never trust such an unidentified individual, let alone the possibility that the other party might be an inhuman suppressive force like Alaya.

When the god saw the disgust emanating from Shirou, he realized that his previous admission that he was the Counter Force might have been inappropriate.

But he couldn't change his words, so he could only helplessly say, "It seems you're the type who really dislikes deities."

"Don't you know what happened to me?"

"do not know."

"But you just said you know everything."

"This……"

Seeing that the god was speechless, Shirou's suspicion of him reached its peak.

Shirou's vigilance towards this guy, whose origins and identity are unknown and who is spouting nonsense, has reached an extreme level!

Even knowing that this was just a space of consciousness, he instinctively raised his hands and was surprised to find that he could actually create projections here.

So he decisively projected two swords and looked at the god with a cold attitude, as if he might suddenly launch a counterattack at any moment!

Chapter 177 I will not believe a single word you say, you god!

Faced with Shirou's tense expression and even his attitude of drawing his sword against him, Jinshin seemed quite helpless. He clearly hadn't expected the other party to react to this extent, realizing that his contact with Shirou might have taken some wrong form, but there was no way to change it now.