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Gu Ye's voice remained calm, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly, "But if I want to do something, no one can stop me. This mobile city beneath your feet, including the entire Kazdel, its sunshine and rain, its wind and snow, even the oxygen content in the air, are all under my control. I think you wouldn't want to see this place become a forbidden zone for life, would you?"

"Kal'tsit!"

A sharp, hate-filled roar broke the suffocating standoff.

W struggled to her feet, her crimson eyes fixed on Kal'tsit, burning with a fury powerful enough to incinerate a person.

"You cold-blooded old woman! How dare you stand here and speak!"

W roared with all her might, pointing at Kal'tsit's nose, her body trembling violently with agitation, "Who was it just now! Who said they were going to leave His Highness's body here and only take that traitor with them? Now that someone can save His Highness, you jump out to stop them! What are you up to! Are you like that bastard Theresis, wishing His Highness would never be reincarnated!"

She rushed to Gu Ye without hesitation, spreading her arms wide like a mother beast protecting her cubs, using her still-wounded body, which had only just begun to recover, to block Kal'tsit's view.

"Let me tell you! Nobody's going to stop him today! If you want to touch him, you'll have to step over my dead body first!"

Kal'tsit endured W's curses with a blank expression.

She did not refute it because what W said was partly true.

In her priorities, the doctor's safety was indeed above all else.

But at this moment, her attention was completely drawn to Gu Ye and the stand-in behind him.

This power... completely transcends the scope of Originium Arts.

It is not a release of energy, but a direct distortion of the laws of nature.

Kal'tsit's mind was racing, assessing the disparity in strength between the two sides.

He wasn't lying; if he wanted to, he could easily destroy this place.

A hard-line approach would have zero success rate and would directly endanger the doctor's life.

She glanced at W, who was blocking her way, and then at the other "outsiders" who, though silent, had clearly hostile expressions.

She knew that she was now completely isolated and helpless.

Ultimately, reason prevailed over vigilance.

Kal'tsit slowly took a step back, concealing her sharp aura.

"can."

She calmly stated her conditions, "I will not stop you. However, all your actions must be under my supervision. If the doctor exhibits any abnormal behavior, I will immediately halt all your actions, regardless of the cost."

The tense atmosphere eased slightly when Kal'tsit finally gave in.

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Kitagawa Kaimu let out a long sigh of relief, then immediately moved closer to Gu Ye, lowering her voice and asking in a tone that was both curious and worried, "Um... Gu Ye-kun, do you really have a way? Reviving someone... that sounds too..."

Her question echoed the sentiments of everyone present.

Rin Tohsaka also cast an inquiring glance, while Kanae Kocho and the Sword Saintess were equally filled with curiosity.

"How can this be done? Even the greatest miracle cannot bring someone who has stopped breathing back to their feet."

The Sword Saintess spoke softly, her words revealing not doubt, but rather a thirst for knowledge about the unknown power.

Gu Ye did not answer their questions.

Under everyone's gaze, he slowly raised his hand and took off the necklace hanging around his neck.

It was an ancient-style arrowhead, with a lifelike beetle relief carved on its shaft, exuding an eerie and mysterious aura.

He held the necklace in his palm and showed it to everyone.

"this is!"

Raiden Mei's expression changed slightly the moment she saw the arrow.

Her reaction was stronger than anyone else's because she was so deeply impressed by it.

Back in Changkong City, it was this very thing that pierced her body, and then, another "she"—the Thunder Queen—was born.

"Gu Yejun, isn't this arrow... meant to awaken that kind of power... called a 'substitute'?"

Mei's tone was full of uncertainty, "It...has other uses?"

"Who knows?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Gu Ye's lips.

He didn't answer Mei's question, but turned around and summoned the "weather forecast" that was floating behind him again.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he raised the insect arrow in his hand and slowly aimed the sharp, gleaming arrowhead at his stand.

The insect arrow, gleaming with an eerie light, pierced the cloud-like chest of the "Weather Forecast" without hesitation, all under everyone's watchful eyes.

There were no screams as expected, nor was there any dissipation of energy.

The moment the arrow tip pierced the ground, time seemed to freeze.

The next second, dazzling golden cracks spread rapidly across the entire weather forecast, centered on the arrow.

That was not a sign of destruction, but rather the prelude to new life.

"How is this going?"

Rin Tohsaka muttered to herself unconsciously, her prized knowledge of magic suddenly seeming utterly inadequate.

"Is he... evolving?"

Mei's heart skipped a beat. She stared intently at the golden light, and the image of the Thunder Queen descending involuntarily flashed through her mind.

The golden light suddenly receded, and after the blinding brilliance disappeared, a completely new entity appeared before everyone's eyes.

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The stand-in, which was originally made of blurry clouds, has now become incredibly solid.

Its body has a texture that blends the luster of mother-of-pearl with the colors of deep-space nebulae, with smooth and perfect muscle lines, resembling a sculpture of a god from ancient Greek mythology.

Its face remained blurry, but its eyes became incredibly clear, no longer empty outlines, but two sparkling, luminous stars that seemed to contain the birth and death of the entire universe.

"Weather Forecast Requiem"

Gu Ye softly uttered its new name.

The moment he finished speaking, he and Requiem, which was floating in mid-air, struck a pose that was perfectly synchronized and full of eerie beauty—Gu Ye leaned back and pointed one finger to the sky; while Requiem twisted its waist and crossed its arms in front of its chest at an angle that no mortal could do.

That indescribable, powerful aura, seemingly above all laws, sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

W was completely stunned; her mouth was agape, and she forgot to breathe.

Kal'tsit's fingers tightened unconsciously, and a chill ran down her spine. What... is this thing?

The weather forecast requiem has started playing.

It gracefully stretched out its body, defying the constraints of gravity, and floated silently above Theresa like a ghost.

It lowered its head, its star-like eyes looking down at the lifeless body on the ground. There was no emotion in its eyes, no pity, no sorrow, only an absolute, indifferent calm.

Then, it slowly raised its right hand and clenched it into a fist.

It was an ordinary-looking punch, without any thunderous sound or visible energy.

Requiem's ​​arm traced a simple arc, and his fist, neither too light nor too heavy, struck Theresa's fatal wound on the chest, where the blood had already congealed.

"Boom."

After a faint, almost inaudible thud, like a heartbeat, everything returned to silence.

"that's all?"

Kitagawa Kaimu's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

In an endless, warm yet cold darkness, Theresa's consciousness was gradually fading away.

She felt no pain, no sadness, only a tranquility of returning to her origins.

So this is what death feels like.

Just as she was about to completely merge into this nothingness, a ray of light pierced the darkness.

Her consciousness was forcibly brought together, and her thoughts began to function again. She slowly "opened" her eyes, but what she saw was not the familiar Tower of Babel, but a strange existence she had never seen before.

It was a humanoid creature made of nebulae and light, which floated silently in front of me, gazing at me with eyes that seemed to contain the entire universe.

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"Is this... the afterlife?"

Theresa's soul spoke in a faint, ethereal voice. She looked at the other person and asked in confusion, "Was it you... who awakened me from my slumber? What happened?"

The weather forecast requiem did not answer her question.

It simply stared indifferently at the soul before it, and raised its fist once more.

The target of this punch was Theresa's illusory soul itself.

Just as the fist was about to touch her, Theresa saw that the other person's lips seemed to move slightly, but no sound came out.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible, immense force surged forth, propelling her entire soul downwards towards a familiar yet cold "container" emanating from below.

Just as her consciousness was about to reconnect with her body, a grand, solemn, and emotionless voice resounded simultaneously from the depths of her soul and in the minds of everyone in the real world:

"The end is not the conclusion, but merely the prelude to a reversal."

In the real world, as the proverb echoed, everyone was astonished to see Theresa lying on the ground, her body undergoing changes that defied all common sense.

The gruesome, potentially fatal wound on his chest began to writhe and grow. The skin tissue reconnected and healed at a visible speed, leaving not a single scar in the end.

Her skin, which had turned deathly pale from blood loss, quickly regained its warm, rosy color and luster.

W's breathing became extremely rapid. She covered her mouth tightly, afraid that she would scream out of excitement. Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.

Kal'tsit's pupils contracted sharply. She instinctively took a step forward, wanting to confirm whether this was some kind of sophisticated illusion, but every sense in her body told her—this was real, a miracle in progress!

Finally, under everyone's breathless gaze, Theresa's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Then, those gentle yet determined pink eyes slowly opened.

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The moment Theresa opened her eyes, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Kitagawa Kaimu instinctively covered her mouth, her bright red eyes, which always sparkled with vitality, widening in surprise.

Rin Tohsaka gripped the corner of her pleated skirt tightly with her fingers, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Raiden Mei took a half step forward, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

W was the first to break the silence.

She let out a cry that was a mixture of ecstasy and grief, like a young animal that had finally found its home, and threw herself into Theresa's arms without hesitation.

Her head was buried deep in Theresa's chest, her body trembling violently, and the tears she had suppressed for so long finally burst forth.

"Waaah... Your Highness... I thought... I thought I'd never see you again..."

W's sobs were intermittent and incoherent, "It's all my fault... I'm useless... I didn't protect you well... I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Your Highness..."

She cried like a child, completely devoid of her usual cynical and arrogant demeanor, showing only the purest joy of regaining what she had lost and the lingering fear.

"My God... she really... she really came back to life?"

Kitagawa Kaimu finally found her voice. She grabbed Mei's arm and shook it excitedly, "Mei-chan! Did you see that? Gu Ye-kun really did it!"

"This has completely gone beyond the realm of magic..."

Rin Tohsaka's gaze darted back and forth between Gu Ye and Theresa, her brain racing as she tried to explain what was happening with her knowledge. "Reversing cause and effect? ​​Or... creating a new 'reality' out of thin air? This is beyond the reach of humans!"

"Gu Yejun, how did you manage to do that?"

Mei's voice trembled slightly as she looked at Gu Ye, her eyes filled with awe and curiosity.

Faced with everyone's questions, Gu Ye simply exchanged a calm glance with the weather forecast requiem in mid-air.

The sinister insect arrow silently withdrew from the substitute's chest, transforming back into a necklace and hanging around his neck. The godlike figure of the Weather Forecast Requiem also slowly dissipated, as if it had never existed.

He said nothing, responding to all the astonishment and questions with silence.

While everyone was still reeling from the shock, Kal'tsit had already regained her usual composure.