I'm a magnetic field madman

This was somewhat difficult for the Celestial Venerable to accept. The powerful being's "gift" had indeed granted her everything she had ever dreamed of, but the price was a decline in her power...

She had always longed for the body of a true woman who matched her soul… but what if the price was the inability to unleash her full potential?

The Celestial Venerable bit her lip slightly. If necessary, she might still try to transform back into a man's body, but for now, she hoped that at the very least... that person could see it!

"I was originally planning to take Sakura to 'visit' her biological father, but... never mind." The Celestial Venerable gently rubbed Sakura's cheek, his exquisite face revealing a captivating and alluring smile...

“In that case, let’s head straight in the direction I want to go. You… Kariya, you can come along to take care of Sakura.”

She didn't know where she was going, but she kept feeling that someone important was waiting for her in a certain direction.

The Celestial Venerable remembered the Great Power's words: in this war in which she was the "weakest," she was certain she could win someone over as an "ally."

The Celestial Venerable already had a guess as to who that person was. And she believed that whoever it was, it would bring her an unexpected surprise.

"Heavens, Your Majesty..." Yan Ye dared not look at this dazzlingly beautiful woman, fearing that he might do something unsightly that would tarnish her impression of him...

He said in a low voice

"In any case, I think if you don't want to become a spirit, you should probably change your attire before we want to be less 'eye-catching'."

"Hmm... okay, you're right, Kariya."

The Celestial Venerable glanced at her attire; the clothes she once wore as a male martial god no longer suited her. Sensing that she was about to meet someone important, she parted her red lips and revealed a charming and expectant smile…

"Hehe, maybe I should dress up even more beautifully before meeting my dear 'him'..."

4. Bai Jingtian

My name is Bai Jingtian, a tragic being born without any expectations.

I was originally a "product" created by power struggles... a killing machine that would grow up to serve my grandfather, a tragic thing that he used, created, and would ultimately only become his "container".

My life was destined to be a tragedy, but one person changed my predetermined fate.

My most beloved "father", Bai Cinan.

In my memory, the first person I ever saw was my great "father".

He and my mother together took me back from my external martial arts, even though my existence was an "insult" to him.

A perfect warrior embodying strength, dominance, wickedness, and ruthlessness—that's the name Bai Jingtian. My father is the person I respect and admire most in my life.

Perhaps at that moment I had already decided that I must be as strong as my father in the future, and I must fulfill the heavy responsibility of the Kingdom of Heaven that my father entrusted to me!

Although he wasn't my biological father, he never treated me as someone else's son. He loved me even more than my younger brother, Bai Baobao, his true biological son. He passed on everything he knew to me without reservation.

Of course, until I was eight years old, I believed that I was indeed my father's biological child, only that I was born from an incubator.

When I was eight years old, he told me everything about my biological father.

Yes, I am not my father's biological son, and all those fantasies I have are just unrealistic imaginings.

My real father was called Bai Shou Nan, a former ruler of the Kingdom of Heaven, my father's elder brother, and also his greatest enemy.

I find it hard to accept this reality, and the result is pain. My father wants me to face it too. I know he does this out of respect and love for me, but perhaps...

This is a necessary exercise for me to overcome, an exercise that I should be able to accept and overcome.

But I failed that time.

I was in great pain that day. I would rather be a killing weapon for external martial arts than be the white-haired man's biological son...

From that day on, I loathed that white-haired man. From that day on, I vowed to personally kill that despicable "enemy."

No matter how my father, Bai Cinan, tries to persuade me, and no matter what moral values ​​exist in this world, I am determined to stop the pain in my body.

To prove that only Bai Cinan is qualified to be my father, I will mercilessly slaughter Bai Shounan!

By the time I was seventeen, I had grown up. In terms of both ability and demeanor, I had already surpassed my predecessors.

The prince of the Heavenly Kingdom, the heir to the throne—at this time, everyone knew me, Bai Jingtian. Even powerful figures who dominated their own regions dared not ignore the young me, nor dared not show me respect.

But I wasn't happy, because my heart told me that only by killing the white-haired man could I find joy and peace...

But when that day finally came, I faced the white-haired man, the one I should have felt nothing for—the one I had slaughtered.

But when I faced him in person, he gave me a feeling that only my closest relatives could give me; he gave me a sense of authority, strength, and wisdom, just like…

Just like when I faced my father, Bai Cinan, just as my father said, Bai Cinan was a man no less than my father.

The moment I met him again, this man I had hated for half my life gave me a fatherly feeling than my own father, Bai Cinan.

But how could this be? How could I, Bai Jingtian, have such feelings?

How could I be moved by an old man with white hair?

This is betrayal, a sellout, and an insult to my most beloved father!

So I suppressed that feeling, and I decided to slaughter my own father without reservation. I obeyed my mother's orders, and I made my move, aiming a blow at my father's vital point!

At that moment, I felt myself stop, told not to do this, felt myself to retract my killing move, and slowed down the attack that could have killed the white-haired man.

Then, my biological father, who was being controlled by the villain, attacked me without hesitation...

There are so many things I haven't done, so many feelings I haven't experienced. I could have grown up and become the next emperor to rule the world. I could have had the best of everything.

Women, power, wealth, dignity... everything.

But at this moment, because of my momentary compassion, I am about to die at the hands of my out-of-control biological father.

In that instant, in my lucid state, I felt no regret whatsoever. No pain, no anger, no resentment—what had I been doing?

Until the moment my heart was shattered, I only pondered my doubts, the doubts that had been with me since birth...

Why do I, Bai Jingtian, even exist in this world?

There are no answers, so perhaps thinking itself is meaningless. At that moment, I didn't feel cold. My powerless hands embraced the white-haired man, my biological father. In the midst of the cold, I felt incredibly warm.

"father……"

I said softly, and at that moment, I felt the hatred dissipate, but at that moment, I began to feel sorrow again.

My father and brothers, they can no longer live together peacefully. My father is the second son, my biological father is the first son, Qianjun and the baby...

My life has been played by fate. Perhaps I, Bai Jingtian, am something that should never have been born. Perhaps I am not worthy of all this beauty.

The feeling was fading away, and when I woke up, my father was frantically trying to save me... Then, my most beloved father also exhausted all his strength to try to rebuild me.

But it was too late, there was no possibility anymore. As long as I could see my most beloved father in the last moment of my life, I would have no regrets in dying.

If there is an afterlife, I only hope to be my father again... to be Shiro Cinan's son.

"Hehehe, the more I see the fate of you people, the more I realize just how damn perverse the bastard who played me back then was."

A particularly unsettling, utterly despicable laugh rang out, abruptly waking Jingtian, who had been sleeping peacefully in the abyss of death.

He looked around in confusion, to his left and right. He was in a lush, green meadow. In front of him were two people he knew very well.

White Second Brother, and White Head Brother.

They are exhausting their strongest power to slaughter each other. The strongest 999,900 horses versus the self-destructing 1 million horses, the moment they clash, one of them will surely die.

"Caw!! Father, no!!"

Startled, Bai Jingtian immediately tried to stop his two fathers from killing each other... but only now did he realize that the place he was in was not normal.

Everything here, time and space seem to have frozen; everything is so quiet, so peaceful.

It's as if... everything has been paused.

But who could so easily toy with the two strongest individuals?

Could there be such a terrifying existence in this world?

Bai Jingtian slowly turned his head, and before he knew it, there was another person beside him, standing in front of the fist his biological father had thrown, watching something with a playful and amused attitude.

"Who are you, and what do you want?!"

"I knew everyone would repeat this nonsense to me..." The powerful figure turned his head, sighed, and looked at Jingtian with a laugh...

"Bai Jingtian, the prince of the Heavenly Kingdom, the future emperor who died with resentment and sorrow. Do you... want to change the fate of yourself and your fathers?"

As soon as Bai Jingtian opened his mouth, a memory was sent directly into his mind by the powerful being.

Bai Jingtian's eyes widened, because what was happening in his mind was undoubtedly the scene he least wanted to see!

Driven mad by his own death, the father ruthlessly slaughtered the people of Heaven.

The doting uncle killed his respected master... Then, the father killed the uncle, killed the white-haired man's disciple, and was about to kill his younger brother, Qianjun...

His once beloved father had become a mad and cruel tyrant because of his death, and he knew it all along…

Because at the moment when his father was about to kill his biological father, his spirit briefly returned to his body.

All his fates took a sharp turn for the worse with his death; the scenes he least wanted to see and the possibilities he least wanted to think about were all confirmed after his death...

“You know I wouldn’t lie to you, after all, your primordial spirit briefly returned to that temporary body.”

The powerful being conjured a bag of popcorn out of nowhere and lazily ate it while saying...

"Your death is a turning point in fate, a juncture set by the very thing that once toyed with us for this 'story.' Fate cannot be changed, just as time cannot be reversed. Of course, this does not include... me."

He approached the dazed Bai Jingtian with a bowl of popcorn, looking at him with eyes that held a mixture of mockery and malice, seduction and manipulation...

"And I will give you a chance, Bai Jingtian, a chance to go back to that time and change your fate of death. You can undo everything, reconcile your fathers, make your brothers friends, and make everything turn out for the better..."

He spoke softly, with a hint of pleasure and seduction…

"A war, if you win it, you have the chance to change everything. I won't lie to you, you will be the second participant, and you will gain the initial power of the second place. But this also means that your ultimate realm and power flow will be the second to last among everyone."

"You are a genius, Bai Jingtian. You could have had a brighter future and a more promising future. But that's what happens when talent is not realized. No matter how brilliant you are, a genius who doesn't grow up is nothing."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll participate!" Bai Jingtian raised his head, clenched his fists, and said coldly...

"I'll do whatever you want, I'll be whatever you are. I'll do it! I, Bai Jingtian, will do it, defeat all enemies, and change that fate!"

"Excellent! As expected of Bai Cinan and Bai Shounan's son!" the powerful figure exclaimed. Then, with a wave of his hand, Bai Jingtian began to turn into specks of light and gradually disappear.

"And Bai Jingtian, as the second summoned one, you will also be given a special gift by me."

"I don't need it!" Bai Jingtian retorted proudly, because no matter what, he was still the prince of the Heavenly Kingdom, the son of the strongest man in the world, and his pride and dignity were not to be desecrated!

Bai Jingtian had enough confidence in himself, but being regarded as "second to last" by the powerful figure in front of him already made him unhappy and he wanted to prove himself, so how could he accept such "help"?

"This is hardly a preferential treatment." Despite being rejected, the powerful figure remained unperturbed, even letting out that intimidating laugh that made Bai Jingtian instinctively uncomfortable.

“Each of you will receive a special gift... but that won’t necessarily give you an advantage in the war; in fact, it could be a death sentence for you.”

"Besides, when did I ever say I would respect your opinion?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bai Jingtian, who had already turned into specks of light, accelerated away from the place.

Just as the great being said, Bai Jingtian's opinion has never been important!

"Alright, now it's time to go find the third person..."

5. The old guy dropped gold coins!

Gently closing the door to the room, the beautiful young woman with white hair and red eyes, as pretty as a doll, tiptoed away from her daughter's side.

The moon outside the castle was exceptionally bright tonight. A man leaning against the castle wall, smoking a cigarette, stared blankly at the moonlight, his thoughts in utter chaos.

His thoughts shouldn't be so chaotic; after all, in the world he lives in, tension and indifference are essential virtues...

Even a moment of confusion and disorientation could lead him to death or a fate bound by an even more unbearable existence.

"Kiritsugu..."

With a girlish, coquettish voice, followed by fair arms and a soft body encircling her neck.

Kiritsugu Emiya smiled helplessly. Even though his wife was a mother, she was still like a child.

Of course, in terms of age, his wife is indeed a complete "child".

Kiritsugu Emiya sighed softly. Wasn't he bound at this very moment? Bound by everything—by his family, his wife, his daughter…

Is Ilya already asleep?

"Yeah, I fell asleep quickly, but before I went to sleep I was still thinking about playing with you, Kiritsugu."

Irisviel held her husband in her arms, speaking gently and coquettishly, just like an ordinary mother...

"I am not worthy to hold this child," Kiritsugu Emiya said in a low voice.