Chapter 2: The distorted job introduction

"Ahhh, it still failed, right?"

Sitting dejectedly on the unchanging earth, looking up at the sky that will never change again, in the holy green world, the knight was distressed.

"Nothing has changed and nothing has been done, so what is the reason for me to come to this world? If I can't do it now, I can do it in the future? If I can do it in the future, what is the reason for me to appear?"

I don't understand, I can't figure it out, and I don't even understand the meaning of my own existence.

"Answer me! Alaya!!"

He held his sword high and roared to the sky, but naturally he did not receive any response. The eternal imprisoned in the Temple of Eternity can only be dead things that cannot be conveyed or communicated.

For example, heroic spirit.

This is a world where nothing can be done, a world that can only exist and retain the lowest level of cognition. For the character, ability, ideas, technology of the heroic spirit, and even the things that the heroic spirit itself forgets, they can be extracted from the timeline and preserved perfectly. A world where the heroic spirit itself is no longer important. Even if the original specimen cannot bear this loneliness and dies by itself, and wanting to make a substitute is simply a matter that doesn't even take any effort to think about it, right?

But why does such a world exist?

Rodrit did not understand. He held the sword high and made an incredible terrible slash in this narrow and infinite world again and again, watching the torn earth recover in the next moment. It was as if the world was laughing at his futility.

Even if you slash 10,000 times, you won’t be tired, and even if you slash 100,000 times, you won’t retain the real feeling. Tearing the world a million times is just one-sided falsehood.

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So, for granted, Rodrit was tired.

He had already understood what the world wanted to tell him.

"Ahhh, is it just futile?"

Yes, I had known for a long time that I could not do anything, but I still stubbornly tried to turn the impossible around, but the only thing left was tragedy.

Rodrit, is a time traveler.

A time traveler who inexplicably signed a contract with Alaya for the living and came to this world.

The role of entrusting the dullness of life into the passion of this life, realizing the delusion in my heart and entrusting this body and suppressing it.

A possibility.

But it is such a guy who tries to challenge a matter of fate that cannot be changed. It is really overestimated. It is just as if he wants to think of it.

Therefore, he failed naturally and was reborn in King Arthur's era, trying to reverse the tragedy. With his innate advantages and his posture of being protected by the storm in this life, he finally achieved the great cause of heroes, but was not accepted by King Arthur for various reasons. He could only follow the king's army alone in his short life, not trusted or expected. In the end, all efforts turned into vain and nothing could be achieved.

A man who can't leave anything except victory can't even build his own grave with countless swords like another person.

If you think about it now, it is really ridiculous.

But is it OK to just give up like this? Of course not! Absolutely not!

"It's not me who can't do anything in the past!!"

No longer the boy who has no power to survive silently and buried everything passionately under the stagnant waters, who has experienced turmoil, war, and storm and the sky, has truly become a knight, a qualified knight who once roared and charged towards the death thorns composed of spearmen, and a hero who is willing to achieve the final victory at the last moment of his life.

This has proved that miracles are not impossible.

So, there is still a chance.

And, more than one, two!

Crazy

Stand up from the storm-covered world, the world of holy green is filled with the cheers and singing of the wind, which is as exciting as the sacred music.

Thinking about it now, this is simply a destined thing.

Seven heroes compete for the Holy Grail and entrust their pride and glory to the war of steel and blood. Why refuse it!?

"Come on!! Alaya!! I'm ready!"

In this world without time, the roaring sound echoes.

Then the next moment, the torrent of time wrapped around this ideal village, and a brilliant door of light suddenly opened up in front of you.

Outside the door is a brand new world.

After crossing the road of this light, we embarked on an extremely familiar road. What appeared before us was a world that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The 20th century Touki City is filled with modern rush and a brand new stage.

Then, the person who appeared in front of him was a man with a stiff face, like a martyr, a man with empty danger.

A black priest robe wore it on his body, blending his figure with the darkness

"Is this my service? Assasin?"

The man looked up at the silver-blue knight in front of him, and a hint of confusion appeared on his stiff face.

He seemed a little confused about what was going on, as if there was a deviation in the summoning.

"Ahhh"

But that's OK.

Rodrit smiled, standing in the endless storm, allowing the holy green magic wind to curl his long golden hair mischievously, and stood proudly, spreading his arms.

In the gradually blurred memory, there was no memory of the previous life, but he was already fearless.

"I am your service, but"

He leaned on the long, slightly overshot sword with his right hand and smiled loudly.

"My job introduction is not the unknown sword blade hidden in the darkness, but the knight that charges!!"

This is a war where there will be no more assassinators, a real war of swords and halberds among heroic spirits.

"So that's it"

Yan Feng Qirei, the silent young man closed his eyes. After a short moment, when he opened it again, there was only a cold and cold left in his eyes.

“It’s not a big deal.”

What he longed for was just a fight with Kiritsugu Emiya, the man who had nothing.

Now, the balance is more balanced.

"So, what is your name?"

If it is a knight who is rushing around on the battlefield, no matter who he faces, he will not be at a disadvantage, right?

"Rodrit, my lord, my name is Rodrit."

"!"

Yanfeng Kirei knows this name, or in other words, there are actually not many people who don’t know this name.

As long as you know the legend of King Arthur, you will never forget a name.

"The undefeated lord of the wind?"

"Rodrit Saltico."

Ahhh it's really interesting

I couldn't help but smile a sarcastic smile on the corner of my mouth.

Kirei, who had nothing, had the urge to laugh.

Are you laughing at me for not getting anything? Alaya?

He looked up and looked up, but the only sight was the dome of the church.

It doesn't matter, but the plan needs to be changed.

Shichen's, father's, and mine

The night sky outside the window was flashing with sparkling lights, and new ideas gradually turned back in Yanfeng Kirei's mechanical mind.

But no matter what the plan is, it is so pale.

Yanfeng Kirei confirmed again that there was a hole in his heart, and the other one that could not be filled, and he didn't know what to use to fill it.

What a pity.

The truth that has appeared since his wife passed away seems to be getting stronger and stronger today, and it is about to reach its limit. This feeling is like a strong feeling that it is about to reject people.

"Emiya Kiritsugu"

Once again, he turned his attention to the documents he had placed on the other desktop, looking at the figure that seemed to be able to see him, and smiled eagerly.

Only he can fill this void? What exactly is he longing for?

Kirei, who thinks so, urgently needs the answer.
Chapter completed!