Doraemon for an imperfect world

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 170: The Magician is Allergic to Technological Products

Tōsaka Tokiomi lowered his head with difficulty, shifting his gaze away from the futuristic, sci-fi-inspired building and looking down at the card videophone in his hand.

Although he had been assigned this Servant to communicate with him before, when he saw such a building appear out of thin air, he couldn't help but feel a little shaken in his confidence that was built on his achievements in the field of magic.

No, it should be said that my faith in the concept of magic was shaken.

But no matter what, we should get the Holy Grail first.

No matter how technology develops or how mysteries are deconstructed, the foundation of the world still extends from the root. It is the source of all truth, all mystery, all common sense and uncommon sense. It is also the obsession passed down from generation to generation by countless magicians who are willing to give up everything.

No matter what, the root remains unchanged.

For magicians, magic itself is just a tool and a way to pursue the root.

But now there is only one problem.

He doesn't use the props in his hands.

As a magician, Tōsaka Tokiomi, like most of his peers, is not very adaptable to modern technology. Even the phone he uses to communicate with Kotomine Rizheng at home is operated by gem magic - there is a ruby ​​between each phone, and the resonance between the two gems is used to achieve the effect of sound transmission. Apart from the fact that the cost is slightly higher than that of a landline phone and it can only communicate between two fixed devices, it is no worse than scientific creations in any other way.

Of course, this is not a big deal. After all, allergy to science and technology is a common problem among magicians.

So he raised his head, and saw that the projection of the King of Conquerors had reappeared in Waver's hand. At the same time, the projection of Saber also reappeared in the hand of Emiya Kiritsugu, who had been silent after arguing with Doraemon. He was the only one who was at a loss.

Tōsaka Tokiomi looked to the side and saw Sakura looking at him with resentment.

stare--

Tōsaka Tokiomi took a deep breath, but he was too embarrassed to ask how to use this thing.

After all, the child is watching.

He leaned on his cane with one hand and held the card in the other. He then turned the card over and pressed it on the back of his hand, pretending to be calm and closing his eyes to listen to the communication between other people and their servants.

"Rider?" Weber asked with concern. "How's it going? Have you found the Holy Grail?"

"Should we say we've found it?" Iskandar's expression was solemn. "But something seems amiss. It seems like something is about to emerge from the Holy Grail."

"Saber?" Emiya Kiritsugu also asked.

"The King of Conquerors is right," Saber responded solemnly. "Although I don't know what's going on, I can be sure that this Holy Grail is definitely different from what we imagined."

"Is there any problem?" Kiritsugu clenched his fists. He really couldn't accept that after persisting for so many years and even sacrificing the person he loved most, the result he got was like this.

"The only good news is that the thing hasn't been exposed to the outside world, otherwise the entire Fuyuki City would have been destroyed." Saber asked, "Is it true that Einzbern has no records of it?"

"Not at all." Emiya Kiritsugu asked, "What's the problem?"

"I'm not sure, but my intuition tells me that I must not touch that thing no matter what." Saber said, "There is no gravity here. The Holy Grail has been completely engulfed by the black mud and turned into a huge black sphere."

"What if I release my Noble Phantasm?" Emiya Kiritsugu asked. "Can I use my Noble Phantasm to erase the existence of the black mud?"

"No." Saber shook her head. "We've tried, but the black mud itself is flowing out of the Holy Grail. Even if we release the Noble Phantasm, we can't get close to the Holy Grail."

Something's wrong with the Holy Grail?

Tōsaka Tokiomi suddenly became a little anxious, but just as he was about to frown, he felt the realization from his daughter and immediately put on a calm face.

Elegance, effortless elegance.

Eavesdropping on other people's conversations gracefully.

Inside a black hole.

A huge black sphere was expanding seemingly endlessly, and then some kind of wriggling began to appear inside the expanding sphere. A pure and primitive malice, accompanied by a dormant life, desperately wanted to descend into this world.

What flows within that liquid magic is the materialized curse... no, its existence is the curse itself.

Just looking at that abominable form can make people feel the pain of consciousness, and the Holy Grail at its core is destined to no longer be worthy of any expectation of its original efficacy - everyone has such tacit understanding and consensus.

"Hey, Gilgamesh," Iskandar asked. "Are you sure you don't know what this is?"

"That's ridiculous," Gilgamesh said, closing his eyes. "Every blade of grass and every tree in this world grows to please me, but if I knew everything from the beginning, what would I expect? So there's only one answer to your question: I don't know what it is!"

"what……"

Hearing the other party's as if-for-granted statement that he didn't know either, Iskandar was speechless.

"Does that mean the Holy Grail has long been contaminated by some unknown entity?" Iskandar said helplessly. "Never mind. It doesn't really matter. Isn't there another entity here that's worth conquering?"

After saying this, he drew his weapon and pointed it at Gilgamesh:

"I said it, didn't I? Now I will plunder all your treasures!"

The so-called "conquest" is actually a twin of "plunder", and as the King of Conquerors, he has never shied away from this fact.

Whether it is outstanding ministers or precious treasures, these are all things that only the king is qualified to enjoy!

Therefore, even if the Holy Grail does not meet expectations, if we can snatch a few treasures from the golden treasure house, it will not be a wasted trip!

The reason why he didn't focus on Doraemon was very simple - dignity.

It is like any glass wine bottle in this era would be a unique and rare treasure in ancient times, but in the eyes of modern people it is just an ordinary item. If someone snatches those glass bottles and collects them as treasures, he will only be regarded as a clown seeking attention.

The dignity of the kings does not allow them to become such a ridiculous existence, and this is true for both sides.

“Hahaha…” Gilgamesh laughed. Far from feeling angry, he seemed to have found a favorite toy. Golden ripples unfolded behind him, shimmering golden light into the dark black hole. “Very good! Miscellaneous cultivator! Since you dare to say such words, then you are also prepared to be executed, right?”

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 171 The End of the Holy Grail War

"I'm going into a black hole."

Seeing that the servants had already started their own war, Emiya Kiritsugu stood up and said to Doraemon.

He still couldn't trust the small card in his hand, and he had to go there in person to witness the current appearance of the Holy Grail.

"No, no, no!" Doraemon shook his head vigorously, "It's too dangerous."

"I've already said that if it means saving the world, it doesn't matter if I, as a member of a minority, sacrifice myself." Emiya Kiritsugu said calmly, "I've already made this realization!"

"If we want to make society better, we should rely on humanity's own strength. Can peace truly be achieved by using external things like that?" Doraemon asked. "Do you have so little faith in humanity?"

Emiya Kiritsugu was stunned for a moment.

No faith in humanity?

Indeed, when one sincerely believes that "world peace can only be achieved through the omnipotent wishing machine", it also means that "without the omnipotent wishing machine, mankind will never be able to usher in peace", right?

But even so, he had to go to that place.

This has nothing to do with right or wrong, and it doesn't matter if it is considered as utter disappointment with humanity. His journey to his destination is destined to be full of thorns and piles of corpses, but he has come this far, he has lost too much, and the heavy cost of silence makes it impossible for him to stop there.

We must reach the end of our ideals and become partners of justice.

Only in this way will everything I have done in the past be valuable, and only in this way will Ai Li's sacrifice be meaningful.

"……All right."

Looking at Emiya Kiritsugu's scorching eyes and the martyr-like determination in them, Doraemon reluctantly took out the black hole pen and drew a small circle on the spot. "Let's make it clear first, the channel opened by the white hole pen will spit out everything at once, so if we can't deal with that unknown black mud, we absolutely cannot open the white hole. Is it okay even then?"

"Yeah." Emiya Kiritsugu nodded, then walked in silently.

"I really can't do anything about you." Doraemon felt helpless about this paranoid obsession.

Saving the world or something like that seems more like something a kid of Nobita's age would want to do.

But if the other party really has such simple good intentions, then there is no harm in helping him a little.

Doraemon looked at Sakura, who understood and took out the playing cards in her hand:

"Let that man return safely."

Another playing card disappeared.

At this moment, Saber was standing in front of the surging black mud with a complicated expression, and just looking at the black mud made him feel the evil that stung his eyes.

Seeing Emiya Kiritsugu's arrival, Saber was stunned for a moment, seeming very surprised.

"That thing is very dangerous for Servants, so I will be the one to touch it." Emiya Kiritsugu said, raising his hand. "In the name of the Command Seals, Saber, prepare to release the Noble Phantasm. If it is determined that the Holy Grail cannot achieve the expected value, I need you to destroy it."

"Okay." Saber nodded. Although she was unwilling to see her hope of saving the country end, this was all she could do now that things had come to this.

Emiya Kiritsugu took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand towards the scalding black mud.

If this was pure magic power, then he should be able to resist it through magic power - he thought so, but the moment he actually came into contact with the black mud, he realized that this was impossible.

That is absolutely not something humans can resist.

Pure malice burned his skin, corroded his nerves, and destroyed his body, and with this malice, Kiritsugu Emiya fell into a deep hallucination.

The illusion of murder and the past of evil.

He was killing people, killing people all the time.

Shooting, stabbing, burning, drowning...

Among those he killed were both good and bad people. He examined their worth equally, and then saved the majority of lives with minimal casualties. He never doubted the morality of his actions.

That's right, what he did was right, and this bloody and cruel fact was exactly the right thing he wanted to implement.

"Yes, you are right."

A face appeared beside him, leaning gently against him, kind and nostalgic.

Airi, dressed in black, hugged Emiya Kiritsugu tightly.

Familiar, yet strange.

"What is this place?" Emiya Kiritsugu asked.

"This is where your wish comes true, inside the Holy Grail you requested."

Ellie's smile was charming and happy.

Guiding, communicating, and exchanging.

……

During this time, Emiya Kiritsugu understood what the Holy Grail now represented—the source of all evil that distorted all desires.

There is no doubt that if one prays for peace to the Holy Grail, then the only thing the Holy Grail can grant is absolute peace, which can be achieved by completely exterminating the human species.

and so……

"In the name of the Command Seal, release the Noble Phantasm, Saber!"

Emiya Kiritsugu opened his eyes while wrapped in black mud. The golden Holy Grail was within reach, and the double pain from both body and mind tortured his senses at the same time.

Saber raised the holy sword, but the black mud spewed out from the Holy Grail was already too huge, and the Holy Grail, which was the source of the mud, was nowhere to be found.

"Additional Command Seals—Use me as a beacon and release your Noble Phantasm!"

A golden torrent arrived in an instant, and for a moment, Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes were covered with pure light.

Just when he thought his life was about to end, he was thrown to the ground with a dizzying feeling.

Emiya Kiritsugu opened his eyes in disbelief.

How can I still be alive after such a situation?

"Well, didn't I tell you that?" Doraemon crouched before him, narrowing his eyes and extending his hand. "The value of an individual's life is equal to the value of life worldwide. They absolutely shouldn't be weighed on either side of the scale."

Kiritsugu Emiya looked at the hand that Doraemon extended, and suddenly he couldn't help but punch the ground, and blood immediately flowed out from between his fingers.

He had actually been preparing for this kind of thing for so many years, and he had actually lost his wife for this kind of thing.

He said he wanted to save the world, but in the end he failed to save anything.

He cried in despair, his howls as hoarse and empty as a dead tree. He gave everything, but the only thing he got in the end was the betrayal of his ideals themselves.

He growled and pounded the ground over and over again, not caring at all about his bloody hands, as if he wanted to hurt himself.

"Well, alright, in that case—anywhere door!"

Completely immersed in his own utter failure, Emiya Kiritsugu heard the blue robot cat seem to say something, and then a petite figure suddenly hugged him.

He raised his head in disbelief, and Ellie was looking at him worriedly.

How can this be……

"You said that wanting to save everyone at once was just a child's fantasy, right?" Doraemon said with a smile, standing aside. "Just like I said—I was created to protect children's fantasies."

Volume 3 Type-Moon: Chapter 172