Magician in Type-Moon

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Even the slightest tremor can last for a long time, which is creepy.

............

The ruins beneath the sea at Alessandro have remained unchanged for over two thousand years.

It can be said that the technology of the Atlas Institute in the Age of Gods was just that outstanding.

Even though the dynasties on land have changed hands many times, and even though most of Alexandria, which once flourished as the capital, has been submerged by the sea, the underwater ruins remain unchanged.

This other Great Library of Alexandria seems to have been forgotten by time, sleeping soundly in the darkness.

Now, things have changed.

The initial mutations were very small.

It's an air bubble.

One.

two.

Bubbles gradually appeared.

One.

two.

Three.

Then, the number increased.

Ten, twenty, one hundred, two hundred.

Countless bubbles filled the ruins.

And immediately, the vibrations began.

Tiny, persistent, and chilling tremors.

It's as if a monster in the shape of an ancient ruin has awakened after two thousand years.

The Atlas Institute's unique ability to think at high speed and with segmentation was concentrated in one person.

The calculations to avoid destruction began.

True salvation may come from here.

Countless calculations and endless mathematical formulas flow throughout the entire ruins.

One after another.

An incredible amount of research is emerging.

The lament and anger that even the Great Library of Alexandria, a crystallization of wisdom, could not resolve, all appeared in the minds of the people here.

All the research is directly related to the extinction of humankind.

The future where the earth's surface sinks into glaciers.

A future where the Earth's surface is burned up due to global warming.

A future where a chain of volcanic eruptions occurs, and both scenarios happen.

A future scenario where a massive meteorite strikes Earth, recreating the extinction of the dinosaurs.

A future where the spread of deadly diseases could take everyone's life.

Environmental pollution has corrupted all living things, and humanity is following suit, heading towards extinction in the future.

A future of self-destruction through the misuse of nuclear and biological weapons, a future of destruction caused by the rampage of artificial intelligence and nanotechnology, a future of being slaughtered by extraterrestrial life forms, and a future where a gamma-ray burst from the Milky Way causes fatal damage to electronic device infrastructure and genes.

And there is the future where humanity will gradually degenerate without any reason.

What Matouchi sees is a future where the Imaginary Tree has been uprooted.

Just one year later.

That was the Fairy Queen wielding a magic wand, with countless black spears erected behind her.

It was a scarlet blood moon descending from the sky, its flowing blood dripping onto the ground and corroding deep red cracks.

It was an endless barrage of thunder that struck the earth, tearing the world apart into countless fragmented pieces, creating dark cracks in the void.

It was a massive mothership for interstellar travel, resembling a star floating in the void.

Below the mothership lies a planet whose third has been forcibly removed, with cracks spreading outwards like a spider web, exposing the planet's scorching core and brilliant mineral veins, like a hollowed-out fruit.

It was a visitor from another planet. Its core underwent a fusion reaction to generate energy, transforming everything it touched into crystal, even more powerful than the pure white storm.

That is......

There are too many, too many...

Various strange creatures and deities arrived one after another.

Even Latour, who was conducting the ceremony, wavered for a moment.

Is it really possible to calculate it?

The simulation then began.

A large number of light particles gathered together, forming a shape similar to a nebula.

Every ray of light is knowledge, an equation.

Tiny buds sprouted from the light and quickly grew into large trees.

A golden cup is nestled among the lush branches.

This is what I saw at Matou Pond.

But the final scene abruptly ended.

The situation took another turn.

Because the Pharaoh's heart, which holds the highest authority in the entire Library of Alexandria, has been removed from its rightful place.

Logically, the Pharaoh's heart, located at the center of the experiment, should not have shifted due to external forces.

To achieve that level is equivalent to challenging the entire Library of Alexandria, the three deities within Elgo, and the god in the coffin.

Matou Pond might be able to achieve this with the blessing of the Imaginary Tree.

So who could it be?

The suspect is really easy to guess.

The Pharaoh's heart, of course, had to obey the Pharaoh himself.

Ptolemy.

"You guys are really keeping us in suspense. But at least we can see some hope now. The path I chose was definitely the right one. It's just a matter of what to do with the fragments of Zeus..."

Monarch Mayastia looked at the terminated experiment and grumbled with some dissatisfaction.

But Matou Ike ignored him and instead sent a telepathic message to Medea behind her.

"What do you see?"

After hearing Meastia's complaints, Matou Ike suspected that everyone sees a different path to salvation.

"...I saw you transform into the Imaginary Tree, piercing through the entire planet, and then..." Medea paused for a moment before finally speaking.

Sure enough.

So what do other people see?

Matouchi was deep in thought.

And this time.

Latti was furious.

Such an emotional outburst was almost unprecedented in her, one of the six sources of the Atlas Academy.

She stared directly at Roger, her eyes blazing with fury as if they could burn everything.

"Why?!"

The roar and the attack erupted almost simultaneously, with countless bone spears surging wildly from her body and heading straight for Rogge.

Latio, completely disregarding everything, as if burning his life out, extracted bones from his body to use as weapons.

The serpentine bone sword hissed sharply in her hand, while her other hand unleashed an even more lethal attack—bone bullets burst forth from her smooth skin, raining down in dense clusters.

The number of bullets exceeded three hundred, and they swept towards Rogge with a speed sufficient to tear a human body into mincemeat.

At the same time, her familiar, Tangrei, joined the attack. Purple lightning surged from its wings, creating a violent storm that roared towards Rogue with a suffocating crackling sound, like an enraged beast.

Such intense killing intent, such an unstoppable will.

The world has been stained red.

It's hard to imagine that they are a father and daughter.

This is understandable, of course.

Because the Pharaoh's heart is now in Rogge's hands.

He was the culprit who caused the experiment to end halfway through.

Everyone watched the fight between father and daughter in silence, while simultaneously processing what they had just witnessed.

"Could he also be considered Kurdris's successor?"

Matou Ike suddenly said.

"Yes, that's why it seems strange. Putting aside how this guy interrupted the experiment to get that heart, as a member of the Kurdris family, he shouldn't have interrupted an experiment that his family had been preparing for for 2,300 years."

Meastia chimed in with a sarcastic remark.

He was right. That was why almost no one had much suspicion about the man named Roger.

Logically speaking, this was the experiment he most wanted to succeed in, besides Latio.

And the man did not show any resistance at the beginning of the experiment.

On the contrary, he even helped the experiment in certain details.