Magician in Type-Moon

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So--

—In the center of the Demon Forest, there stands a towering tree.

This tree, with its deep roots and lush foliage, almost reaches the sky, seemingly containing the power of the entire world.

It is the place where the "fruit" of the Fuhai Forest is formed, symbolizing the intertwining of endless life and curse.

With a deafening roar, the vast, colossal tree exploded.

This is not a common collapse and destruction, but a more profound and terrifying phenomenon—a subspecies of "collapsed fantasy".

Originally, such an outbreak would have swept across the entire world, bringing astonishing disaster and destruction, but in this special situation, a completely different transformation has taken place.

Only the functions and modes of existence inherent in the "fruit" are endowed and spread to the many trees growing on the ground.

As if receiving a king's command, the trees began an endless dance and conflict.

Their branches were sharp as blades, radiating light, and they tore directly at the clones of the young star.

Dozens, even hundreds, of humanoid figures wielding swords and light collided and intersected violently, like falling stars.

Each collision unleashed a massive surge of magical energy, the explosions deafening, as if the ground were being torn apart.

All of this is like a war in a storm, unfathomable and endless.

That was war.

It is also a myth.

I've been quite busy lately, and I need to take another day off today.

A total of 12 chapters are owed.

Chapter 536 A failed contingency plan before it even started

Van Fem's Seventh Demon City is now activated once again.

Swords clashed, drones roamed freely, and the light trails of the drone swarm intertwined on the battlefield, resembling twinkling stars.

The air was torn apart, and magical energy surged, creating thunderous roars that echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

A fierce battle is unfolding simultaneously on two battlefields—one where swords and clones clash intensely, and the other where the area that had just "stagnated" is now engulfed in flames.

The collision of inherent boundaries causes space to distort, and the resulting "reconfiguration" phenomenon rewrites everyone's position by invisible rules.

The violent tremors caused the battlefield to descend into chaos in a short period of time.

—Standing at the forefront are Matouike and Kiz.

The two people's inherent barriers eroded and clashed with each other, like a crack tearing the world apart, forming an insurmountable chasm.

Outside this formidable barrier, the others were forced to retreat to the rear, surrounding the newly liberated red-haired youth.

After the Reality Marble of Matou Pond was established, Elgo finally broke free from Kiz's cursed state.

Meanwhile, standing at the rear, Van Fem gazed solemnly ahead. The collision of the two inherent barriers not only tore through space but also ripped a significant rift in the battlefield.

His expression dimmed slightly, his gaze deep and cold, as if he were calculating the odds of victory, yet he could not find a breakthrough in this chaotic situation.

"At this rate... we can't win."

His whispers were drowned out by the flames of war, but were still clearly heard by those around him.

"Yes."

Medea nodded.

"Using another Reality Marble to counter Kiz's Reality Marble is the best answer, but it's not strong enough."

Her voice was calm, but carried a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

"Currently, the two Realm Boundaries appear to be evenly matched, purely because Kiz's Realm Boundary—the nascent star—has experienced a temporary decline in power after separating from Elgo, causing its influence to recede temporarily. But this balance... can only be maintained for a very short time."

"Don't you have any backup plans?"

Van Fem asked in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

"Who knows?" Medea shrugged dismissively, her tone sarcastic. "Besides, this is your ship. Shouldn't I be the one asking you?"

She rolled her eyes, giving me a "this is none of my business" look.

"Ha ha……"

Van Fem smiled awkwardly, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. As a Dead Apostle who had lived for thousands of years and the ruler of the Seventh Demon City, it was truly shameful that even his own ship and gambling game had become someone else's ritual arena.

"...Perhaps the Origin Missile can kill that guy Kiz."

He uttered those words softly, as if they were just a casual remark, yet they made Medea pause.

“…You figured it out?”

Medea was silent for a second or two before slowly speaking, her voice lower.

“Is that really true?” Van Fem revealed a meaningful smile. “I only had a slight guess before. After all, the suggestive magic on that eccentric alchemist was dispelled rather inexplicably.”

His tone was unhurried, as if he were unraveling a puzzle bit by bit:

"Moreover, after Isilid's hints were lifted, that kid—who was almost all lovey-dovey with that bastard Kiz—suddenly turned against him. That was very strange."

Van Fem paused, then continued:

"The most important point is that you, the magician of the Age of Gods, haven't been able to play your role yet."

Medea did not answer immediately, but instead looked at the two intersecting shadows in the center of the battlefield.

The battle between Matouike and Kiz continues, with the two Reality Marbles tearing and eroding each other, like a celestial collision, and a qualitative change could occur at any moment.

“So…” Van Fem glanced at Medea, “if you have any ‘backup plans,’ it’s probably time to bring them out now.”

"...You've guessed wrong on that point."

Medea gently raised her chin, her eyes filled with a strange expression.

"Oh?" Van Fem raised an eyebrow, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I did indeed break the spell that implied suggestion on that guy," Medea paused, then added slowly, "and I did indeed plant a deeper layer of suggestion within him. However..."

She deliberately drew out her words, then abruptly stopped.

Van Fem narrowed his eyes, staring sharply at her: "But what?"

Medea did not answer immediately, but instead took a deep look at the battlefield.

The magic of Matouchi continues to advance, the Fuhai Forest continues to grow and extend, eroding each other with Kiz's Reality Marble. The intertwined branches and darkness are constantly twisted, broken, and then restored and reshaped in an instant.

She exhaled softly, as if revealing some helpless truth.

"...However, that guy didn't turn against me on his own initiative because of my hints."

Her tone was unusually complex, as if even she herself found it hard to believe—

—That was at the third banquet on the boat, before the start of the third round.

When that bullet, carrying the concept of "origin," pierced through the air, the killing intent became a reality the instant it tore through the air.

A single bullet, powerful enough to obliterate the very concept of a magician, aimed directly at Matou Ike's vitals.

However, at the instant the gun fired, a blue-purple figure had already blocked his way.

Medea.

Her robes rippled in the shockwave, but what shone in her eyes was not fear, but rather an extremely calm calculation.

—This bullet should be able to annihilate a magician in an instant.

However, it failed to destroy Medea immediately.

Because the moment she sensed the attack, her spell had already been activated.

With a slight tremor of his fingertips, the pre-woven spatial transfer spell immediately unfolded, and the surrounding magical energy flowed as if pulled by the tide, twisting in a predetermined direction.

"Rule Breaker".

In the instant the magic intertwined, the Noble Phantasm's dagger had already materialized.

— Just's "hint".

When her gaze fell upon the lone alchemist, some unusual information flashed through her mind.

"His behavior patterns... are contradictory."

The traces of magic cannot fool her.

The existence of magic is hinted at, like a chain buried deep in the consciousness, but that chain is not without flaws.

In an instant, Medea made her choice.

Although it wasn't the most correct decision, it was the most advantageous one at the time.

Using the concept of "all signs must break the rules," the original suggestive magic on Juste was cut open, and a deeper mental interference spell was constructed in reverse.

Unlike the violent stripping away of "hints," Medea's magic is more like... completing the puzzle.

Chapter 537 How to break the situation

"I see……"

Van Fem exhaled softly, a hint of regret in his voice.

"Then the best opportunity has already been missed."

This was indeed a decisive move, but unexpectedly, the best opportunity was missed due to the variable of "human nature".

Although Medea's explanation was brief, Van Phim, who had lived for thousands of years, already understood her true meaning.

Her original plan was to take advantage of the lone alchemist's entry into the battlefield and, after Isilid's "hint" magic was dispelled, to steer the situation in a controllable direction.

Once the influence of the suggestion is gone, the alchemist, given his obsession and personality, will inevitably reach some form of consensus with Kiz.

This is the best opportunity—

Out of arrogance and confidence, Kiz would inevitably lower his guard against this blood relative slightly. At that very moment, Medea seamlessly continued the original suggestive magic, further distorting its logic and causing it to go against Kiz's wishes at the crucial moment.