Chapter 005 5

"Oh, did you finally wake up from your dream?"

When Morofushi Jingguang came downstairs for the second time, it was already late, but the two people standing under the crystal lamp did not turn on the lights in the store. They stared at the floor in front of them in the neon lights outside the window.

The BJD doll sitting at the bar turned around and tilted its head towards Morobushi Jingguang who had just walked down the stairs.

"Would you like to witness a miracle, sir?"

The dark blue curtains were drawn back, blocking out the bright neon lights on the street. The white-haired magician snapped his fingers, and the candlesticks placed throughout the store lit up, providing some illumination for the people inside.

"What... do you want to do?" Morofushi Jingguang watched the orange-haired doctor move the puppet from the bar to the ground, and realized that an unknown world would unfold before him tonight.

——The history of the world, the creatures that exist in it... these are just dreams of the planet under our feet. So even if we arrive a hundred years late, it doesn't matter. We just need to give this planet a brand new dream. As long as they are still alive in the brand new dream, then this mission is still a success.

——However, since reality is the dream of the planet, rewriting the dream means that the entire world will change, including human memory... I think no one will have any memory of this "dream" in the past, but since I have chosen the anchor point, I will ask Mr. Anchor Point for his opinion on memory.

"...However, in order to ensure after-sales service, Kirsh and Fujimaru will do something similar to the 'Three Goddesses of Fate' tonight." Lansemero stood in front of the magic circle he had prepared in advance, turned his head and glanced at Morobushi Jingguang, "But that's not an important matter - sir, do you want to remember the 'dream' or forget everything... like an ordinary person?"

Although Morobuki Jingguang didn't know what the "dream" that Lansemello was talking about meant, he realized that it was a certain existence that he would never allow him to forget.

"I think... it's better not to forget it, right?"

"Is that so?"

The puppet laughed, and stretched its body in the dim light of the magic circle. It raised its hand and snapped its fingers, looking at the two piles of clay in the magic circle, uttered a spell, and lifted the curtain of the dream -

"Stars."

Kirshtalia, who had a partially synchronized appearance with Moriarty, paused slightly when he stepped out of the safe house prepared by the Black Organization. He pressed down the hat on his head, raised his fingers in front of him to make a silent gesture, smiled and looked at the two Whiskeys who were arranged to act with him at the end, and tilted his head——

"...The fake wine has too much content." Kirshtalia complained nonchalantly and walked towards the two people. "But, is it going to open tonight? I'm not used to using these two Mystic Eyes yet."

Moriarty: "I think it's a miracle that this organization hasn't collapsed - how can there be so many undercover agents!? Not to mention that your group has three undercover agents before and now, it's ridiculous!!! I almost suspect that the official organization is so rotten that they colluded to set up such an organization."

Emiya Alter: "Oh, I think it's because of so many undercover agents that they haven't been brought down for so many years... After all, except for that guy, all the people who are working hard are undercover agents - and the undercover agents will hinder each other in order to protect themselves... But this has nothing to do with us anymore."

The young man with long silver hair walked up to the two Whiskeys with a smile, spit out their code names, and tapped the black car parked beside him with his fingertips.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Ley and Bourbon. However, this mission... no longer needs to be carried out."

The best magician in the astronomy department removed the disguise of synchronization, the silver color on his long golden hair faded, and he leaned against the car and smiled, revealing his trump card -

"Please introduce yourself again."

"My name is Kirshtalia Vodem, from the Humanity Continuation Guarantee Agency Phoenix Chaldea. We are a research institute and observatory that brings together researchers from various fields in order to ensure that human history can continue long and tenaciously. We are a spy agency jointly established by various countries to prevent the extinction of mankind, the "Bad End"—"

"I'm saying so much because from tonight on, the danger of this organization will be reduced to the point where we won't need so many undercover agents." Kirshtalia didn't care about the two people who had pointed their guns at him and completed his actions step by step. "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Public Security from Japan and Mr. FBI from the United States."

"It's time to take a break."

Kirshtalia snapped her fingers, watching the two people in front of her being teleported away by magic in an instant, then she picked up the two guns that fell on the ground and let out a long breath.

"Fortunately, you remembered to leave the gun behind and didn't send it to Ritsuka. As for me..."

Kirshtalia threw the gun into the car with a cold look in his eyes.

Mortals must not dream of interfering with the authority of gods - mortals can kill gods, they can defeat gods, but they must never interfere with the authority of gods.

"No mortal can dream of reversing the flow of time."

"Cosmos."

"...The triangle has already lit up two corners." Fujimaru Ritsuka put one hand on his waist and snapped his fingers under the blood moon, awakening Maori Ran who had automatically fallen silent because of the loss of command. "Um, Kudo-san and Maori-san, I noticed that you have been observing me for a long time - do you have anything to ask me?"

"If you have any questions, you can ask them now - but it seems that you haven't thought of what questions you want to ask."

Fujimaru Ritsuka suddenly approaches Kudo Shinichi and whispers the real name of Medea's Noble Phantasm -

"Wan Fu will definitely break the rules."

This world was born based on the wishes of the original trunk and the higher-dimensional world, but the luck in the world is equal. At the beginning of the birth of this world, it was all divided among only a few people, just like the trunk - however, since the connection between the branches and the trunk has been cut off by Kirshtalia.

Then, all she had to do was to redistribute her luck.

The barrier began to ripple, and two adults appeared out of nowhere behind Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"...Isn't Kirshtalia-senpai a little too hasty?"

While complaining, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly used his Noble Phantasm to separate the luck from Kudo Shinichi and Mori Ran, then turned around and cast a suggestion magic on the two adults.

"Sleep."

Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, asked Medea to remove the blood moon barrier, and looked in the direction of the book cafe -

"Gods."

The two piles of clay in the magic circle gradually turned into the appearance of two people that Morobushi Kagemitsu was familiar with, but the puppet that chanted the initial spell just stood there and did nothing extra.

Not long after, Lansemelo seemed to have heard something and uttered the spell again.

But this time, the spell sounded like three people's voices were resounding at the same time -

"Animus; Antrum; Unversed. 』

As the spell was recited this time, Morofushi Jingguang saw the surrounding scenery quickly shattered and turned into a blank space, while the tall buildings not far away seemed to be sucked into a black hole, turning into dust and turning into a pure white world - the only scenery around him that remained unchanged was the night sky.

"My work is done."

Lancer Mello breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the two piles of clay in front of him, which had completely transformed into unconscious androids that looked like Jinpei Matsuda and Kenji Hagiwara.

"The Trinity, the flesh and the body are ready; the spirit is enough with just the remnants in the report; finally, only the soul remains..."

The souls that have been dispersed can only be gathered together by the collective subconscious of mankind - in other words, Chaldea's spirit base atlas, which has not been touched for a long time, will have to start adding new data.

In order to gather souls, the Throne of Heroes in Chaldea will temporarily connect to this world until the dispersed souls are engraved on the Throne of Heroes and their existence is completely fixed in their original world.

"…It turned into a blanket of white." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the empty scenery in front of him, reached out his hand to touch the collective subconscious of humanity beneath the white, and began to modify the reality of this world. "This world is a happy world, a world that carries countless beautiful wishes, and there will be no irreparable regrets -"

——In this world, there will not be such obvious malice; in this world, there will not be people who only have extreme means to choose; in this world, procedural justice will not be late; tomorrow in this world will definitely be better than the day before; people in this world... will definitely learn to express their love to the important people.

The impact of rewriting reality has not yet spread to the Black Organization base where Kirshtalia is located.

The blond magician used the magic of suggestion to move freely in the heavily guarded base.

Kirshtalia opened the door of the room where the old man was by herself, and used her Mystic Eyes of Death Perception to emit a shimmering blue light, and fixed her gaze, searching for the line of death, on the old man who was gasping for breath.

“Although I’m not looking for a deadline that affects the body, it’s just a deadline that’s conceptually related to luck…” Kirshtalia shook the knife in her hand and tilted her head towards the frightened old man, “But the result is probably the same.”

Kirshtalia crossed the desk, drew a line with her knife, bent down and whispered in the old man's ear:

"After all, you have been lingering on for half a century."

When Kirshtalia stood up, the effect of the blank paper spread to where he was.

So he put away the knife, turned around and walked towards where Fujimaru Ritsuka was.

Fujimaru Ritsuka has completed the modification of the collective subconscious of mankind. She stretched out her hand, which was quickly grasped by Kirshtalia who rushed to her side.

The two looked at each other and raised their unjoined hands toward the sky. The city was rebuilt in an instant, the night was about to end, and the light of dawn was emerging from the horizon.

"The dream is about to end." Kirshtalia said softly, looking at the horizon.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, put down his hand and said, "Dawn is approaching."

"Anima, Animsphere."