A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

Fujimiya Kyujuku muttered to himself as if he was thinking about something, and Akasei Zoujo who arrived shortly after also stood there as if struck by lightning.

"How could it be 2014? Where's Tokyo? Was Tokyo bombed?!"

The man walking away did not stop again because of the question, but just kept walking away, as if he had not heard anything.

Even so, the rustling sounds around gradually responded to Chicheng Zouzhang's questions.

"This kid is crazy! He doesn't even know Tokyo is the capital, yet he's still making jokes about Tokyo being bombed. Does he really think Tokyo Tower is the same thing as the Twin Towers?"

"..."

In silence, Chi Cheng Zou Zhang slumped in the spot, his trembling pupils filled with despair and fear.

"Where... have I come to..."

The whispering sound coming from behind did not make Fujimiya Kyuju and Akasei Zoujo, who had received the message, show despair. On the contrary, it seemed that there was some voice whispering in her ears at this moment, and also guiding her to go to the "Snowfield City" mentioned by the priest just now.

"Chicheng, do you have any money on you?"

Fujimiya Kyuju looked at Akasei Zoujou behind him, squatted in front of him and stretched out his hand, as if asking for something, but Akasei Zoujou shook his head.

"I only have 2020 banknotes on me... Besides, I think I should find a way to leave here first..."

After hearing that Akasei Zoujo had no circulating currency on him and said such discouraging words, Fujimiya Kyuju did not ask any more questions. Instead, he stood up silently and walked towards the Fujimiya residence from which he came.

The Fujimiya Mansion at the outermost edge, which had a magic circle for character identification, undoubtedly belonged to her. In her impression, she was the only one left in the Fujimiya family, so the title deed naturally fell into her hands and was hidden by her somewhere in the mansion.

If the current layout of this mansion had not changed much sixty years later, based on her understanding of herself, perhaps she would still be able to know where the title deed was placed in this mansion.

Akashichou Zoujo, who had no idea of ​​Fujimiya Kyuju's thoughts, had no choice but to follow Fujimiya Kyuju back to the mansion with a dejected look after being looked at like a fool by passers-by.

At the top of an uphill slope a few hundred meters away from them, Kotomine Kirei, disguised as Kotomine Juro, quietly gazed at the scene below, and the white-haired girl beside him smiled indifferently.

"Well, I told you the 2005 carnival was nothing. What happens next is the real deal."

"Listen, the sounds mixed with the chaotic wind are far more unbearable than the wind in 2005..."

The girl's words made Kotomine Kirei retract his gaze from the downward gaze. As he turned and walked downward, he did not forget to respond to the girl's words after she opened her arms. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a slightly pleased smile.

"These ten years of waiting have been too long. I think about him every day..."

"I think about him all the time..."

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Ahem, this volume really ends here. Although Fujimiya Kyuju and Akasei Zoujo are very weak, they don’t have to become Duanmu’s helpers, right?

If you have read this chapter as expected, please wait, the first chapter of the next volume is being rushed.

Octopus, Goat, and Carnival: Chapter 1: Return? And then picked up the Tank Girl and the Go-Get-Round Octopus?

The white light swallowed up everyone's sight, and also swallowed up all sounds and senses, making Duanmu Ye unable to tell what was happening. He was actually unsure whether his action of pushing open the door could cooperate with Fujimiya Jiujiu's magic costume to complete the space jump.

Although she added pieces of Tindalos's Hound meat to the magic outfit she was researching, using it to connect across space was only theoretically feasible. At the moment of actual practice, Duanmu Ye was not sure when she would be teleported.

"Duanmu, Jiujiu and that man are gone... Lady Nüba is also gone..."

Yang Yuhuan spoke with some concern, not because she was worried about not seeing Fujimiya Jiujiu and Chicheng Zouzhang, but because she could sense the flow of Nüba's magic power, but it was not in this house. Such a strange thing made her feel a chill down her spine.

Even though she shouldn't be afraid of Nüba given her status in the mortal world, that was only because Nüba positioned herself as just a mortal cook. If we really wanted to talk about it, whether in heaven or on earth, she would definitely kowtow to her.

Therefore, Yang Yuhuan cared more about the whereabouts of Nüba than about Fujimiya Jiujiu.

"Is it gone..."

Duanmu Ye muttered to himself. He did not look back, but looked at the door that had been closed at some point.

The warm handle did not feel cold, which showed that the tightly closed door had closed by itself when traveling through time and space. Otherwise, if the travel was initiated after it was opened, how could it be tightly closed at this moment? At the very least, it should be half open.

Duanmu Ye was not anxious about this result. Instead, he let go of his hand on the door handle, took a deep breath, and slowly turned to walk towards where Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh were, passing by them.

Neither Yang Yuhuan nor Van Gogh understood what Duanmu Ye meant as he gradually sat down on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. The little Baiyaki was crawling on his legs, and it looked no different from an ordinary pet.

"What's wrong, Duanmu, why are you so worried..."

Yang Yuhuan, who was the most observant of people's expressions, was the first to lean forward. Van Gogh, who was really standing beside Yang Yuhuan like a maid, also followed after seeing this action and sat on the other side of Duanmu Ye.

They looked at each other at the girls on both sides. Their beauty, gloomy mood and timidity made people feel a little pity for them.

Of course, Duanmu Ye could no longer be called a "human" at this moment. Although he did have some pity for the two of them rising from the bottom of his heart, he did not have any special thoughts. He just sighed heavily, feeling a little helpless.

"We've come to the wrong place. This isn't Fuyuki 1994."

"Eh?!"

Not only Van Gogh, but even Yang Yuhuan couldn't help but exclaim.

Although she was also curious about what the future would be like, after hearing what Duanmu Ye said, she couldn't help but worry that she had arrived in some other place, a worse past, and was trapped in an era of chaos and war...

"But that's definitely Fuyuki's building outside..."

Van Gogh murmured, and then uttered a little exclamation as if he had discovered something.

"Look, the sunflowers I planted in the yard have grown this tall... Eh? They've grown this tall?!"

Sunlight poured in from the glass door leading to the courtyard, and the proud sunflowers swayed in the wind. The sunflowers, which were almost as tall as a floor, had obviously taken a considerable amount of time to grow to such a height. Their density had even blocked most of the glass leading to the courtyard, leaving only the entrance and exit where sunlight could still shine in.

"It's Fuyuki, yes, but it's from who knows how many years after 1994... The time span is incalculable. Rather than opening the door to check, it might be safer to calculate the time by estimating the age of the sunflower..."

Duanmu Ye paused, looked at the sunflowers that blocked most of the sunlight, and let out a helpless sigh.

“But I’m not a botanist, so I don’t know what grass looks like…”

Van Gogh looked at Duanmu Ye beside him with some disdain. It seemed that there was something else behind his words, and she couldn't quite understand what he was trying to say.

"The Flower Demon Lord still has some power... I'll go check it out..."

Van Gogh sighed lightly and walked towards the glass door leading to the courtyard. As he pushed the door open and walked out, he did not forget to close the open door, leaving space for Duanmu Ye and Yang Yuhuan.

At the same time, Duanmu Ye restrained his gloating expression, sat up and looked at Yang Yuhuan who was standing beside him with a puzzled look on her face.

"Okay, it's just the two of us now."

Yang Yuhuan blinked, still not understanding what Duanmu Ye meant.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye was looking at Yang Yuhuan very seriously. Before she could ask any questions, Duanmu Ye took the initiative to tell her all the doubts that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time.

"After I received your spirit core, I saw a white jade palace. I can be sure that it wasn't created by Cthugha's power. Although that scene was largely a dream, I couldn't have seen that palace for no reason."

It seemed as if he said out in one breath everything that had been pent up in his heart for a long time, but to sum it up, it was just one sentence: "Is that white jade palace the heavenly palace?"

Yang Yuhuan, who realized it later, also realized what Duanmu Ye really wanted to ask her, and in response to such a question, Yang Yuhuan responded without any hesitation with what she knew.

"There is indeed a legend that I became a fairy, and in my memory, I seem to have a memory of going to the Yaochi Lake in the Heavenly Palace, even though it is extremely vague..."

Yang Yuhuan's response made Duanmu Ye's expression more solemn. The scene of the white jade palace being swallowed by the "sun" represented by Ketugeya was still vivid in his mind. This was obviously proving to Duanmu Ye that Ketugeya's power would overwhelm Yang Yuhuan herself, thus completing the true sense of possession.

"So now, how do you feel?"

Yang Yuhuan was indeed still able to summon the spirit of fire, but unlike before, the spirit of fire she summoned did not have any consciousness. As long as Duanmu Ye wanted, he could easily control it, and even use it as his own eyes to observe from a distance.

What Duanmu Ye wanted to confirm was that Yang Yuhuan had really become an ordinary person who did not possess the power of an evil god, just like Van Gogh before, and not a pretender who could stab him in the back at any time and hold high the banner of destruction.

Yang Yuhuan tilted her head. Although she knew Duanmu Ye's thoughts clearly and knew that his suspicion of her was completely normal, after all, any powerful official would check the people around him to confirm whether they were suspected of betraying him.

Yang Yuhuan understood this feeling very well and nodded heavily, telling Duanmu Ye all about her current situation, including the fact that she had no special skills except singing and dancing. Similarly, at Duanmu Ye's reminder, Yang Yuhuan also admitted that she could still summon the Maids of Fire, but the difference from before was that now she could only summon two Maids of Fire at most, and could not even let them initiate any attacks.

Duanmu Ye, who touched the Maid of Fire summoned by Yang Yuhuan with his hand, immediately connected his consciousness to this elemental product, as if it had been endowed with consciousness. The Maid of Fire's expression was no longer dull and stagnant, but instead had a little more spirit.

"Okay, I get it. I always have a bad feeling, so I don't dare to open that door again..."

After saying that, Duanmu Ye sat back on the sofa and turned her head to look at Van Gogh who was stroking the sunflowers with her hand. Duanmu Ye could see some joy and happiness on her face.

The reason for sending Van Gogh away was not only to make room for the two of them to be alone, but more because they were worried that Van Gogh, who had regained the power of the Flower Demon Usum, would be injured again because of the test between him and Yang Yuhuan. The compatibility between the two of them only existed in normal mode. If the two of them really entered the evil god mode together, it might be a very hellish scene.

"If I were to open it, would it cause you, Duanmu, distress?"

Yang Yuhuan continued speaking as if she were talking to herself, and Duanmu Ye turned his head in great surprise and looked at Yang Yuhuan beside him.

Yes, why didn’t he think of it?

If he were to open the door, it might trigger some mechanism, causing another Outer God Servant to appear at his door. But what if he asked Yang Yuhuan or Van Gogh, who were already Outer God Servant, to open the door?

Duanmu Ye felt a little regretful. Why did he think of this so late? He should have realized it from the beginning...

While he was talking, Van Gogh opened the door again and returned to the sofa, showing off his sunflower painting with wet paint on his face with great excitement.

"Look, look, it's a new painting from Van Gogh's Sunflower series! If I were to sell it, it would definitely fetch a high price!"

"It will only be collected as a fake... Didn't you go to check the year? Why..."

Duanmu Ye was somewhat helpless, and Van Gogh suddenly woke up as if he had suddenly realized something.

However, just when Van Gogh wanted to go to the backyard again, Duanmu Ye held her back and spoke helplessly.

"If you haven't tested it, then don't test it. Since you're here, just go out and ask people on the street what time it is now. If it's 2014, that would be a big help..."

Neither Van Gogh nor Yang Yuhuan could quite understand the year issue in this sentence, but as Yang Yuhuan had said before that she would be the one to open the door, she was the first to rush to the front and opened the door in one fell swoop.

The yellow house is so eye-catching among the surrounding bungalows, but it seems to be perfectly integrated into them. The familiar motorcycle is still there at the edge of the courtyard gate. Everything around it seems to have changed a little, but it seems hard to tell what has changed.

Walking through the familiar streets one by one, Duanmu Ye quietly took in everything. As a way of collecting intelligence, he kept taking out the notebook on his chest to record everything he saw.

At this moment, Fuyuki City is in the middle of autumn and winter. Every person rushing around is wearing more or less scarves and other warm items. As for the year...

What Duanmu Ye could be sure of was that it must be a year after the millennium, but not too far away from it.

The houses that were originally swept by the flood were rebuilt into a brand new look at this moment, and even the port that was the most severely damaged was slightly expanded.

At this moment, Fuyuki is thriving, and the entire renovated commercial street is bustling with activity. Only two stores have signs saying "Not For Sale Yet".

Duanmu Ye knew that this was the work of the Tohsaka family. These two shops were originally gifts to him as part of a transaction. It was perfectly normal for such signs to be hung on them during his absence.

"I wonder if Rin has experienced the Fifth Holy Grail War at this time..."

The words he muttered to himself were like some kind of spell. As soon as the words fell, heavy rain began to fall from the clear sky. Darkness enveloped the entire city in an instant. The fleeing crowd separated Duanmu Ye, Van Gogh and the others.

"..."

When he came to his senses, Duanmu Ye had been taken to a completely unfamiliar place by the crowd. The unfamiliar streets, unfamiliar houses, and even the flickering street lights seemed to indicate to him that something bad was about to happen.

"Hey, isn't this a bit too old-fashioned?"

Duanmu Ye couldn't help but complain, but under the pull of magic, sensing that Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh were on the other side of the street, Duanmu Ye finally stepped in.

However, the rain and dark clouds made the whole alley seem even more eerie. Creepy noises could be heard all the time, like the whispers of some creature, reappearing in my ears again and again.

Of course, such tricks had almost no effect on Duanmu Ye. The next moment when he walked forward nonchalantly, Duanmu Ye felt something grabbing his feet, and his whole body was thrown forward and hit the ground heavily.

Immediately afterwards, Duanmu Ye only heard a few words in his ears, and an inky octopus walked up to him with a slightly apologetic voice.

"I'm sorry, little brother, if possible, could you take my daughter in?"

"Zhi, this is already the ninth human you've stopped, Daddy. They'll all be scared away in the end anyway. It's better to be drunk than the wine of this era, which makes people intoxicated..."

Octopus, Goat, and Carnival: Chapter 2: Illusion? Dream? Reality?

The inky octopus is so tiny that it looks like a squeezing toy for stress relief. It seems that it can be completely grasped in the hand with just a palm.

Duanmu Ye, who was gradually getting up from the ground, did just that. Catching a palm-sized familiar was no big deal for him. Even though this octopus was not an ordinary familiar, nor a normal character, Duanmu Ye reached out and grabbed the octopus's body as if he was grabbing an egg. The already round head was squeezed even more swollen than before at this moment.

"Eh? Eh! Young man, you're too strong! Daughter, daughter, come here quickly, Daddy is about to be crushed!"

The voice of the inky octopus was extremely panicked. Although it also had some combat capabilities, in essence, its combat power was no different from that of an ordinary human. To a certain extent, it was even weaker than an ordinary person.

Therefore, over the past few days, he had been constantly trying to detain passing humans, but each time, after seeing its full appearance and hearing its conversation, they would panic and scream and flee. Then, after triggering some special mechanism, they would become the nourishment of magic before leaving the alley...

Even though it had tried this eight times, it had never thought of giving up. Although it had obtained the supply of magic power and could complete independent actions for a short period of time, even so, with only the magic power provided by eight ordinary people, it still could not let its daughter walk out of this alley and take more actions, let alone find the contract object and complete the real supply of magic power.

"The daughter you mentioned...could it really be Katsushika Omi?"

Duanmu Ye was puzzled. He had only just arrived in this time and space, and he hadn't even opened the door himself. Why didn't the arrival of the Foreigners stop just because of a theoretical bug?

Although he was no longer surprised by this, when faced with the sudden heavy rain and the crowd that broke his connection with Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh, he had already noticed this unusual phenomenon and realized that the direction indicated by the rain might not only be the location of Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh, but there might be something else appearing along the way.

To be honest, the moment he walked out of that door, he had already prepared himself for another encounter with a Foreigner Servant at the doorway, telling him that this was the timeline of a Holy Grail War and demanding he do something...

But in fact, he spent the whole day anxiously thinking about when he would encounter some Foreigners, but he never found any trace of them. Even the encounters before the Holy Grail War showed no signs. Duanmu Ye even had the illusion that there was no Holy Grail War in this time and space.

Even so, Duanmu Ye was constantly thinking about which Foreigner servant from those illustrated books he would face, and spent the entire day worried about it.

Until this moment, when he saw this familiar octopus, all his worries disappeared at this moment, and he even felt a little relieved. He was relieved that the Foreigner he met this time was not Jacques de Molay of the Mother Tree of Desire, but a Servant who, like Van Gogh and Yang Yuhuan, had not been completely transformed into an evil god, but was simply given some power.

This result made Duanmu Ye feel a little relieved. He looked at the deep darkness at the T-shaped street intersection. When a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, his eyes saw a disheveled black-haired girl leaning against the street light without a light bulb in the bottomless darkness.