I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

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Vibration transmission in its essence...

The goddess suddenly raised her head, frowned, and looked around.

An action of inhibition? Did it truly awaken the world's inhibitory forces?

still......

She opened her divine vision, radiating brilliant divine light, but no matter how she observed, she couldn't see anything unusual.

That was a fundamental change in the universe, something even she didn't have the vision to grasp.

But I can still sense subtle changes. After step-by-step calculation and reasoning... it seems... it has evolved?

Suddenly.

She suddenly turned to the boy: "Still saying it has nothing to do with you? This time, instead of forcing humanity to evolve, you're forcing the world to evolve, right? You're absolutely believing in the principles of evolution, aren't you?"

"It's clearly an operation of the inhibitory force."

The boy curled his lip, and deep within his eyes, the dazzling law runes, already swelled to over eight hundred, were rapidly expanding, exceeding a thousand in a single breath, constantly intertwining and recombining...

The Creator's authority, along with various divine powers, is rapidly coalescing, but instead of clinging to it, He relinquishes power, retaining only the core control while opening everything else to the two opposing forces, including even the core control over this world...

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub.

Be more generous in your dealings with others.

He couldn't suppress the joy in his smile, feeling the instinctive pleasure of restraint, as well as the investment and embrace of greater resources.

In his view as the creator of this world, he clearly perceived himself as a "cog" being inserted into a magnificent structure composed of countless overlapping and running gears.

That is the worldview called "Type-Moon", an incredibly vast universe in terms of size, with numerous micro, small, medium, large, and super-large universes revolving around it, which is the absolute center in the void.

Like the real universe, it is not a single universe, but the absolute core of a cluster of universes.

now.

Cause and effect began to link, laws began to harmonize, and the river of destiny began to flow through the goddess, Rin Tohsaka, and many Servants in the Holy Grail, becoming one.

The Throne of Heroes, suspended above a colossal structure and transcending time and space, finally connected with this world...

The "gear" he created and pioneered is completely embedded in the structure of the universe, becoming a structural unit in its operation and forming a whole with it.

Rother even felt the fluctuations of the Vortex of Origin, a joy, a joy of increased size and a slight increase in essence.

Granting him certain privileges would be considered a great deed in the primordial world.

"Finally... I've fallen for it..."

Rosser covered his face, unable to suppress his smile.

After baiting for so long, the big fish has finally taken the bait.

The power over a mere virtual world is worthless; what you want is interest, I want your principal...

......

now.

"I told you, Fuyuki is actually safer."

The dilapidated port of Fuyuki City.

On a raised section of board.

An old man with a mustache stood with his hands on his hips, laughing smugly and sticking out his tongue in an exaggerated manner.

Image: "Kogoro Mouri's classic laugh", Location: "Images/1763224032-100451303-114096685.jpg"

"You little brat, who do you think I am? I'm a famous detective from the last century."

"Hmph, even I, with my dentures, could figure it out. Since the 'natural gas' erupted in Fuyuki, and mostly far from populated areas, it means Fuyuki has something restricting it. Compared to other places, Fuyuki is the safest."

next to.

"You call yourself a young man? I'm over fifty, Uncle Mori."

The middle-aged man, dressed in a rugged martial arts uniform, grumbled, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit as he looked towards the horizon, but it quickly dimmed.

I really look forward to fighting such a powerful opponent, but unfortunately, his life no longer belongs to him...

Watching the sea of ​​clouds torn apart in the sky slowly heal, Makoto Kyogoku couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Mori, do you think all the commotion and disasters these past few days are because of that urban legend?"

He muttered, "The legendary wish-granting machine that can grant any wish. It's only natural that a battle would break out over such a thing, right?"

After all, they came to Fuyuki because of this legend, and they all have wishes that must be fulfilled, but unfortunately... it seems they were not chosen.

"Probably, but it should be almost over..."

The old man looked at the horizon and said, "The commotion has been getting bigger and bigger lately. I'm afraid we're about to have our final battle."

He lazily picked up the fish basket and shook it: "Sure, we have a grouper today, Kyogoku. How about a couple of drinks tonight?"

"?"

Kyogoku Makoto squinted at him: "Uncle, you're not planning to pick up a few girls again, have your fun, and then run away to pee halfway through, are you? Let me make it clear, I'm out of money."

The old man was shocked: "Gone so quickly? Didn't you get a $70,000 reward for that special person you took on last time? After deducting costs, taxes, and money sent back to the dojo, there should still be around $12,200 left, right?"

Good guy, really good guy.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. So you're really going to use this excuse to scam me again?

"No, Uncle Mori, you've made me pay for things more than ten times this month. You know how prices are these days, don't you?"

"Hahaha..."

The old man scratched his head and chuckled dryly: "So... these days, choosing a girl is still the most cost-effective option; four bags of rice are enough."

Makoto Kyogoku shook his head speechlessly: "Uncle, you're already this old, you should be more moderate. Massaging your feet three times a day, aren't you afraid you'll just kick the bucket?"

"You don't understand, I just want to forget the sadness..."

"This excuse has been used 751 times."

A middle-aged man nearing old age and an elderly man in his seventies were arguing as they slowly walked away in the sunset.

Behind.

A busy construction site.

"Kazuma, what are you looking at?"

Hachiman Hikigaya turned to look at Kazuma and saw that the man was staring at the departing old man with a face full of envy.

"You don't want a massage..."

Kazuma took a breath and stood with his hands behind his back: "If you give him a massage, seeing him is like a mayfly seeing the blue sky..."

Over seventy years old, three times a day—only men understand what that means.

Deep within dimensions.

"Damn, Kazuma, hurry up and ask that old man how he maintains his health. I'll offer you $100,000."

The four Kitahara brothers, including Mitarai and Yamamoto, roared in anger.

"One million! I'll put up one million!!"

The rich guy roared, then looked at Kitahara Iori and the other poor guys with surprise: "Do you guys have 100,000 US dollars? You don't seem like it."

“I can work.”

The six scumbags roared in unison.

Is it really just betting ten years of my life? I've staked it all.

The scumbags are full of determination.

A group of women sighed, "So men are really strange creatures, and..."

The queen-like Busujima glanced at them, scoffed, and said contemptuously, "I suggest you don't waste your energy. You guys? No matter how sharp your swords are, they're useless."

Who are you calling names?! x5!

"Want to fight, you gossip?"

"But to be fair, Yamamoto probably can only find a female gorilla in this lifetime."

"Even female gorillas have aesthetic sense, right?"

"Hey, can even a gorilla see that Yamamoto's life is utterly worthless?"

Image: "Yamamoto", Location: "Images/1763224170-100451303-114096685.jpg"

"Wait, why is Kitahara...?"

As if remembering something, the group of scoundrels suddenly rose up from behind Kitahara Iori like demons.

"Hey, Kitahara, you're probably still a virgin, right?"

Before anything even happened, a few scumbags started fighting amongst themselves.

.....

"So, you've been there?"

"No."

Kazuma's face immediately fell.

"Alright, stop arguing and get back to work. Let's try to earn back the money for tonight's accommodation."

Ayanokouji, pushing a cart piled high with steel bars, said weakly.

"You want me, a person who has lost my kidneys, to move steel bars? Do you have any humanity?"

Kazuma and Hikigaya, feeling a pang of conscience, couldn't bear to go against their own principles, so they dug out their consciences, threw them out, and gave a thumbs-up:

"Father, the capable should do more work."

"Go for it, Godfather, you're the best."

Ayanokoji silently raised his middle finger.

Birth.

"By the way, Kazuma, I heard there's a cosplay shop in the South District. That old man might have gone there."

Hachiman casually remarked, "Whatever comes to mind."

"Ok?"

Kazuma, who was lazy and didn't bother with manual labor, frowned and realized that things were not so simple.

"I heard that the newly opened store is full of fair-skinned, beautiful, big-breasted older women. Yesterday it was an elf theme, the day before yesterday it was a teacher theme, the day before that it was a nun theme, and today it seems to be a succubus theme."

Hikigaya recalled.

Don't ask, the answer is that under the dim lighting, a row of incredibly beautiful older women are waving at the door, and any man would have to take a second look.

"........"

Kazuma fell silent, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was filled with fierce fighting spirit, all his lazy and slacking attitude gone.

"I think we shouldn't be like this. We're young, and this is the time for us to take risks."

His voice was strong and resonant, filled with unwavering determination.

"So what if I'm disabled or have kidney deficiency? As long as humanity's dreams continue, the road will keep extending..."

The next moment, amidst the exploding arc of electricity, he cast an enhancement spell and hopped on one leg to find the foreman.

"Uncle, I need to carry ten bags—!!!"

One minute later.

The foreman said: "Carrying bags doesn't earn much, so go move bricks. It's simple. Do you see the ruins of the port?"

For small stones weighing 400 pounds, you get 100 yen for cleaning one; for stones weighing over a ton, you get 1,000 yen for cleaning one, no matter what method you use.

This is a port restoration project of the Matou Group. There is plenty of funding, and the more you work, the more you earn. You get paid for the number of bricks you carry.

As for what price the Matou family offered him, well, that's an adult matter for children to ask.

It's only three to five times the industry price...