I'm really not an old sword

Even based on the principle of "presumption of guilt", Lin Qingsu could not find any fault with her.

Although it doesn't quite fit in with normal life, everything can be explained, and there has been nothing suspicious about her in the past decade.

"Ignore it for now."

Putting the paper and pen aside, Lin Qingsu searched the Internet using "Tokyo" and "1991" as keywords.

A bunch of information is immediately listed below.

There was no deliberate concealment of the fact that "a major earthquake struck Tokyo in 1991, killing tens of millions of people." Information of this magnitude cannot be hidden.

"The only thing that can be confirmed is that a horrific disaster did occur in Tokyo in 91."

"But there's also quite a bit of movement on the original version side."

Lin Qingsu held a pen in one hand and supported her face with the other, tapping the side of her face with her index finger from time to time as she looked at the photos reporting the scene on the web page.

From the naked eye, it was all earthquake damage and had nothing to do with the Holy Grail or the beast.

"But it's strange that you can see it."

The modern mysteries of the Type-Moon world are like the wizards in the Harry Potter world, they are two parallel and non-intersecting worlds with ordinary people.

The Clock Tower and the Cathedral Church work together closely to conceal their mysteries from the public.

Ordinary people believe that the world is what they see, that there is no mystery, only science. Magicians and the government will perform some scenes that are difficult to cover up, or use hypnosis to hide the memory, or warn people to keep quiet. However, some people who slip through the net are too few in number, so no one believes what they say and they are all regarded as crazy.

"Unfortunately, there's no magician intranet."

Lin Qingsu rubbed his head with a headache.

He hadn't originally planned to attend that class, but now he was a little annoyed as to why the simulation was chosen to be held in that class.

"But maybe there's no need to think too much."

There are only two possibilities before Lin Qingsu at the beginning.

"Simulation has nothing to do with reality" and "Simulation is a matter of this world."

The probability of the former is extremely high, while the probability of the latter mostly depends on his wishful thinking. However, because the option of the former will automatically end, Lin Qingsu began to think about the latter.

"If it's true, what can I do now?"

"Let's not talk about whether Ai Ge will recognize my suit."

Even if the conditions are met, should I go to Ai Ge and tell her that I sheathed the old sword in 91?

Two possibilities.

Ai Ge doesn't believe it.

If he's lucky, she'll ignore him; if he's unlucky, she'll happen to be in a bad mood and might kill him for daring to "pretend" to be an old swordsman.

Even if we take a step back, even if Ai Ge suddenly had a brain spasm and believed it.

But he is a Muggle who, if Raditz comes to Earth and meets him first, he will have to apologize to all the people on Earth for lowering the combat effectiveness of the Earthlings. What if the adult Ai Ge has an idea and imprisons him to "raise" him for fear that he will have affairs with other women?

"Brunhildr does acknowledge it, and I'm not afraid of her messing around."

"But even if we don't talk about whether it's possible for someone like me, who's even more powerful than Weber, to summon her, or whether I have enough magic power to sustain her existence."

"Even if all the above conditions are met, she carries a curse, and I don't have the physical fitness of the old sword. I'm afraid she'll accidentally kill me in a few days of excitement."

"So what the hell am I thinking?"

Lin Qingsu's thatched cottage suddenly opened up.

"I don't want to think about it anymore! Start swinging!"

The problem was solved, and Lin Qingsu turned his attention to the culprit that made him suspicious today, the simulator.

"Simulator?"

As Lin Qingsu was thinking, a data interface visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

【Do you want to claim this simulation reward? 】

[Rewards: Magic Circuit Quality (E→EX), Quantity (E→EX)]

Because the matter was too bizarre, Lin Qingsu did not answer immediately but fell into deep thought.

Are both the quality and quantity of the magic circuit maximized?

In that case, could he use his own magic power to make the old sword swing the Holy Sword of the Star several times in a row?

"The man with the most magic power"?

"Do you have any other functions?"

[Currently, in addition to simulation, the host can also conduct simulated combat training.]

Almost the moment the data came out, Lin Qingsu's mind was filled with relevant knowledge about simulated battles.

Simply put, it is the Arena of Heroes.

The simulator can copy the information of the heroic spirit on the throne of Valhalla and put it into the arena. Then he will enter the arena in the form of "dreaming" and engage in actual combat with the opponent.

"I have enough magic power and the technology is in place."

"Receive award."

Before she could even show a wild smile, Lin Qingsu felt a sharp pain all over her body.

It was a pain that came from the nerves.

Almost instantly, Lin Qingsu broke out in sweat from the pain. She staggered, pushed the chair away, and knelt on the ground, gritting her teeth and trying not to make any loud noise.

【Reward received successfully! 】

It was unknown how long it took before the pain subsided and Lin Qingsu climbed up from the ground, panting.

The pain comes and goes quickly.

Apart from the pain left in his heart, Lin Qingsu felt as if his kidneys were old and he had sex with ten women in one night - not a single drop of pain.

Restraining the emptiness and looking inward at himself, Lin Qingsu couldn't help but clench his fists excitedly.

"Nice!"

If his original magic circuit is compared to a piece of wool.

Now, his magic circuits had expanded into a thick and long river, tens of thousands of times larger than before. The most outrageous thing was that there was more than one such river. Just by looking at it, one could almost feel the rushing energy within...

Empty.

Although the quality and quantity of magic circuits have changed drastically, the simulator's after-sales service is obviously not good.

He doesn't have even a trace of magic power now.

It cannot be said that there is not even a little bit left, because there was still a little bit of that yarn. But I have to say without shame that considering Lin Qingsu's current size, that little bit before was probably not even a drop left.

"Even if the supply servants continue to appear, the magic power generated by the quality and quantity of EX is enough."

Feeling the efficiency of the magic circuit working and conducting, Lin Qingsu was lost in thought.

“I just don’t know how long it will take to fill up the reserves.”

The biggest difference between the modern era and the Age of Gods is the source of magic power that represents the "Great Source".

The magical power on Earth that was abundant during the Age of Gods has been depleted, leaving only the magician "Xiaoyuan" himself. Not only can the magicians no longer freely draw magic power from the air to use magic, but even trying to quickly restore magic power is extremely difficult.

He is not like Ai Ge who was born connected to the root and has endless magic power. How long will it take for such a huge magic circuit to store magic power?

A week? A month? A year? Or even a lifetime?

"But at least it has gotten rid of the label of waste."

Thinking of this, Lin Qingsu couldn't help but think of Weber, and suddenly felt sad, and laughed out loud on the spot.

"Poor Mr. El-Melloi."

Chapter 40 Meili: Qingsu, someone is bullying me!!!

Late at night, in the living room on the first floor of Lin Qingsu's house.

The white-haired woman lay lazily on the sofa, her beautiful purple eyes lifeless as she half-closed her eyes and watched the third-rate love movie playing on TV.

"what?"

There was a sound from upstairs, like something heavy suddenly hitting the floor.

A glimmer of light finally appeared in the woman's eyes.

He raised his head and looked at the ceiling. His purple eyes, which seemed to be able to speak, seemed to penetrate the barrier of the concrete floor and stared at a place with his head tilted.

"Oops!"

As if she suddenly thought of something, a purple light flashed in her eyes.

Then she waited for a while, and after confirming that nothing had happened, she sat up and patted her chest with a feeling of relief.

"It was a close call. We were almost found."

She smiled and stuck out her tongue, then shook her head and looked towards the southeast.

"clairvoyance".

These were not the eyes that Archer would gain during the Holy Grail War, which could see farther.

It is the true "clairvoyance".

Since ancient times, the power that has been essential for the survival of the lands inherited from the gods to protect human life—no matter how profound the magic circuits, or how powerful the magic formulas, a magus without this "eye" cannot be called the highest.

She has such "eyes".

Unlike the two famous kings in history, her eyes can neither observe the past nor see the future, but exist to browse the present world.

To describe it more simply, its function is like an upgraded version of the satellite in the sky. As long as she wants, she can see any place in the same time period.

Just like now, as she thought about it, her sight seemed to break through the barriers of space and fall on a castle in the wilderness.

On the balcony of a bedroom, a blonde girl was standing on the balcony and looking into the distance.

As her gaze fell on the other person, the other person seemed to notice and turned his gaze away. His green eyes seemed to see her through time and space.

Then, the other person's figure disappeared out of thin air.

An emotion called distress immediately appeared in the woman's purple eyes.

"It's over~"

......

The inner sea of ​​stars, Avalon.

In the highest tower in the center, on the top floor, sat a white-haired girl in a white robe.

He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, looked at the magical fluctuations that had just appeared in Avalon, and smiled.

The next moment, her body shattered and turned into flowers all over the sky, drifting away into the distance on a breeze blowing through the tower.

The blonde girl stood alone among the flowers.

A gust of wind blew, and the flowers all over the mountains made a rustling sound in the wind.

The girl noticed it and raised her head. The petals floating in the distance seemed to have life, floating around the blonde girl and condensing into a human shape.

Flowers spread out around the body.

Mary appeared in front of her, holding a wand and looking gentle.

"Welcome to Avalon, Aige."

"Where is he?"

"what?"

Meili blinked in confusion, with an expression that said, "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Where's Arthur?"

Aika Sajo repeated the question. She had just suddenly sensed Arthur's presence while she was sleeping soundly.